The sun hung low over the horizon, staining the sky in swirls of pink and orange as waves lapped lazily at the shore. The air smelled of salt and coconut sunscreen, thick with the heat of a summer evening. Olivia dipped her toes into the water, letting the coolness chase away the warmth that still clung to her skin.
Two weeks of nothing but sun, sand and relaxation—that had been the plan. But now, halfway through her trip, she found herself restless. She wasn’t used to this kind of freedom, the lack of schedules or responsibilities. It both thrilled and unnerved her.
She took another step into the surf, feeling the rush of water swirl around her ankles, when a sharp whistle cut through the humid air.
“Careful,” a voice called from behind her. “The tide can be tricky this time of day.”
Olivia turned to see him—tan, tousled blond hair, and an easy grin. The lifeguard. She’d noticed him before, lounging in his tower or patrolling the beach with the confidence of someone who belonged here. He was younger than her—by a lot. That fact alone should have been enough to keep her from noticing the way his muscles shifted as he moved.
She arched a brow. “I think I can handle a little ankle-deep water.”
He hopped down from his perch, landing in the sand. “I’m certain you can.” He gestured toward the waves. “Still, the currents can be unpredictable.”
There was no overt smirk, but there was a glint of something playful in his eyes—like he was enjoying the exchange just a little too much. Olivia felt the heat rise up her neck, though she wasn’t sure if it was from the humidity or how he looked at her.
“Name’s Jake, by the way.”
“Olivia.”
“Nice to meet you, Olivia.” He glanced out at the horizon, then back at her. “You here for long?”
“A couple more days.”
He nodded. “Good time to be here. The crowds thin out in the evenings, and the sunsets are some of the best you’ll ever see.”
She followed his gaze toward the water; the sky deepening into richer shades of orange and red. The conversation felt easy, natural. It was a pleasant change from the usual small talk she’d encountered so far on this trip.
“Maybe I’ll stick around and see for myself,” she said, a tiny smile playing on her lips.
Jake returned the smile, his expression open, relaxed. “I think you should.”
He hesitated, then tilted his head toward the lifeguard tower. “You want the best view? It’s even better from up there.”
Olivia glanced up at the wooden structure, then back at him with a playful smirk. “Worth breaking a few rules for?”
Jake chuckled. “Definitely. It’s got a hell of a view, and I promise, no rescue drills.”
Curiosity won out over caution, and she followed him up the short ladder. The wooden planks were warm beneath her bare feet as she settled onto the bench beside him. The breeze was stronger up here, carrying the scent of salt and something male—Jake’s sun-warmed skin, tinged with coconut and a hint of sweat. It was intoxicating.
“Not bad,” she admitted, watching as the sun melted toward the horizon. The sky bled into fiery streaks of gold and crimson, the waves shimmering as they reflected the fading light.
Jake stretched out, his arm resting along the back of the bench, not quite touching her but close enough that she could feel his presence.
“So, Olivia,” he said, tilting his head toward her. “What’s a woman like you doing out here all alone?”
She smirked, glancing at him. “A woman like me? What’s that supposed to mean?”
“You know,” he said, flashing a simple grin. “Classy. A little mysterious. Definitely not a local.”
She let out a soft laugh. “Guilty as charged. I needed time away from work and everything else. Two weeks of doing nothing seemed like a good idea. Turns out, I’m not great at doing nothing.”
Jake chuckled. “Yeah, you don’t strike me as the type to sit still for long.”
She tilted her head. “Oh? And what type do I seem like?”
“Driven. Sharp. Often, quite serious.”
She raised a brow, giving him a slow, knowing smile. “And now?”
“Now,” he said, his grin widening, “I think you’re starting to get the hang of this whole vacation thing.”
She laughed, shaking her head. “Maybe. And what about you? You seem like you’ve been here forever.”
“Pretty much,” he admitted. “Born and raised. I like the simple life—sun, surf, and not much else.”
“Sounds … uncomplicated.”
“It has its perks,” he said, his voice dipping just enough to make her wonder if he meant something more. He nodded toward the sunset, a knowing glint in his eyes. “Told you the view was worth it.”
As Olivia was about to respond, a low rumble echoed in the distance. The warm evening breeze carried the scent of rain, and the first droplets splattered against the wooden railing. Within moments, the sky darkened, the storm rolling in faster than expected.
“Well, that escalated quickly,” Jake said with a grin. “Guess we’re stuck here till it passes.”
Olivia laughed, brushing damp hair from her forehead. “You planned this, didn’t you?”
He leaned in, his voice dipping lower. “If I say yes, will it ruin the moment?”
Thunder rumbled closer, and as the rain intensified, Jake stood and pulled open the small door leading into the enclosed section of the tower. “Come on, unless you want to be drenched.”
Olivia hesitated for only a second before stepping inside. A single bulb cast a warm glow over the sparse furnishings—a couple of chairs, a desk cluttered with sunscreen, a radio, and a few scattered papers. The scent of sun-bleached wood and salt mingled with the fresh, earthy smell of rain drifting in through the cracks.
Distant thunder cracked again, rolling over the water like a slow exhale. It wasn’t just the rain making her drenched—Jake’s attention, the way his gaze lingered on her, sent a slow, delicious heat curling through her, pooling low in her belly. She could feel it—her panties dampening, the ache between her thighs growing with each stolen glance. Jake closed the door behind them, sealing them in together as the storm raged outside.
“Cozy,” she remarked, shaking beads of water off.
Jake leaned against the desk, watching as Olivia ran her hands down her arms, brushing off the lingering droplets of rain. The motion made her dress shift over her body, the damp fabric clinging deliciously to her soft curves. His gaze drifted lower, where her nipples strained against the thin material, thick and stiff from the cool air—or maybe from something else. “I was thinking the same thing.”
His cock twitched in response, his swim trunks growing tighter by the second. Damn.
Olivia caught his stare and let her lips curve into a teasing smile. “You keep looking at me like that, lifeguard, and I might think you’re planning a rescue.”
Jake smirked, slow and unhurried, but his voice was rougher when he answered. “Just appreciating the view.”
Olivia’s lips curled into a sultry smirk as she held his gaze. “Better than your precious sunset?” she teased, her voice a low, velvety murmur.
She let her fingers trace a slow path down her neck, past the curve of her collarbone, before skimming lower, teasing the damp fabric clinging to her body. Jake’s eyes followed the motion, his throat working as he swallowed hard.
“Sunsets are beautiful,” he said, his voice thick, “but they don’t make my mouth water like this.”
Outside, the rain hammered against the wooden walls, thunder rolling in deep, echoing waves. Inside, the air thickened—not just from the storm, but from the heat crackling between them.
Olivia’s lips parted in a slow, knowing smile. “Good answer,” she murmured as she stepped toward him, her fingers slipping beneath the waistband of his swim trunks. With a firm tug, she pulled him closer, their bodies nearly flush.
Standing on her tiptoes, she leaned in, her breath warm against his lips, before capturing them in a kiss. Jake hesitated for only a second, surprised by her boldness, but the moment her tongue teased against his, any uncertainty melted away. He groaned softly, his hands finding her hips as he pulled her flush against him, their bodies molding together as the kiss deepened.
Olivia gasped against his mouth as she felt the firm press of his cock against her stomach, thick and unyielding even through the damp fabric of his trunks. A shiver ran through her, anticipation curling low in her belly. Her fingers trailed down his toned abs, teasing over the edge of his swim suit before slipping inside.
She wrapped her hand around him, her grip firm yet exploring, feeling the heat of his arousal pulse against her palm. He inhaled sharply, breaking the kiss just enough to let out a ragged groan. “Fuck, Olivia…”
She smirked against his lips, her fingers tracing along his length. “I’d say this view just keeps getting better.”
Jake let out a low growl, his hands sliding down to cup her ass, gripping it as he pulled her even closer. The feel of her soft curves pressed against him only made his cock throb harder in her grasp. Their mouths met again, tongues tangling in a deep, hungry kiss, the heat between them building with every breath.
Olivia moaned, the sound vibrating against his lips as she stroked him with slow, deliberate movements, savoring the weight and warmth of him in her hand. His fingers kneaded her ass, squeezing, exploring, his own desire evident in the way he held her, possessive and wanting.
She pulled back, breaking the kiss as she stepped just out of reach. Jake groaned in protest, his hips instinctively chasing the heat of her touch as her hand slipped from his throbbing cock. His frustration showed on his face, his dark eyes burning with need.
Olivia smirked, relishing the power shift. “Don’t be so impatient,” she teased, running a finger slowly down his chest. “The storm’s not letting up anytime soon.”
She took a few slow steps back, her gaze raking over Jake’s body, drinking in every sculpted inch of him. Her eyes lingered on the noticeable tent in his swimsuit, the thick outline of his arousal straining against the damp fabric. A wicked smile played on her lips as she met his heated stare.
“Take them off,” she said, her voice sultry and commanding, tilting her head slightly as she waited, anticipation gleaming in her eyes.
Jake held her gaze for a moment, his breath coming a little heavier as he hooked his thumbs into the waistband of his swim trunks. Slowly, he pushed them down over his hips, letting them drop to the wooden floor before stepping out of them. His cock stood thick and proud, pointing slightly to the left, the tip glistening in the dim light.
Olivia let her eyes roam over him, unabashed in her admiration. She bit her lower lip, a slow, sensual smile spreading across her face as she took him in—the hard planes of his stomach, the defined V of his hips, and most of all, the veiny length of him, pulsing with need, his balls looking full and heavy beneath his thick cock.
“Now that,” she murmured, licking her lips, “is a view worth getting stuck in a storm for.”
Olivia’s gaze darkened with desire as she took a step closer. “Stroke it for me,” she commanded, her voice husky. “I want to watch.”
Jake didn’t hesitate. Wrapping his fingers around his throbbing shaft, he slid his hand up and down, a slow, deliberate motion that made his cock twitch in his grip. His eyes locked onto Olivia’s, watching as she fixated on the movement of his hand, the way his swollen head peeked through each stroke, the way his full, heavy balls swayed with each motion.
A knowing smile curled on her lips. “That’s it,” she purred, her voice laced with satisfaction. “Let me see how good it feels.”
Jake let out a low, breathy chuckle, his strokes never faltering. “Show me the rest of you,” he murmured, his tone thick with want. “It’s not right that I’m the only one naked.”
Olivia arched a brow, amused by his boldness, but the heat in his gaze sent a thrill through her. “That sounds fair,” she conceded, trailing her fingers along the straps of her dress.
She eased them off her shoulders, letting the damp fabric slink down her arms before sliding lower, revealing the swell of her soft, plump breasts. Her nipples, thick and taut, pebbled in the cool air. Jake’s hand tightened around his cock, his strokes faltering for just a moment as he drank in the sight.
“Fuck,” he muttered, his voice rough.
Olivia smirked, enjoying the effect she had on him. She continued her slow reveal; the dress slipping past her flat but softly curved belly, then over her rounded hips and toned thighs. Jake’s gaze dropped lower, fixating on the soaked fabric of her panties, where the outline of her pussy lips was visible.
A deep, primal groan rumbled from his chest. His grip on his cock tightened as he stroked faster, his arousal undeniable. Olivia watched, heat pooling between her legs at the way his muscles tensed, the sheer need in his expression making her own desire flare hotter.
“You like what you see?” she teased, running a hand over the curve of her hip.
Jake’s jaw flexed as he met her gaze. “You have no idea.”
She stepped out of her dress, her bare feet padding against the wooden floor as she moved toward him, eyes dark with intent. “I can’t let you have all the fun,” she murmured, reaching out and wrapping her fingers around his thick, pulsing shaft.
Jake groaned, his abs tensing as she removed his hand and took control. Her grip was firm, confident as she started stroking him, her fingers gliding smoothly up and down his length. With each slow pump, she stepped backward, pulling him along with her toward a weathered wooden chair in the shack’s corner.
The storm outside raged on, the scent of rain thick in the air, thunder rolling in the distance as the small lantern hanging overhead flickered with the shifting shadows. The shack groaned in the wind, but all he could focus on was the warmth of Olivia’s hand and the look in her eyes—hungry, teasing, in control.
She sat down, her legs slightly spread, tugging him closer as she continued working his cock. Her fingers squeezed near the tip, coaxing out a thick, glistening drop of pre-cum. Jake let out a low, ragged moan, his hips twitching involuntarily as she held him there, her thumb swirling over the sensitive head.
Olivia’s lips curved in satisfaction as she leaned in, her tongue flicking out to collect the bead of moisture. She moaned softly at the taste; her lashes fluttering as she looked up at him. “Mmm,” she purred, her breath warm against his skin. “You taste so good … I need more.”
Jake’s fingers curled into fists at his sides. His voice was rough, almost desperate as he rasped, “You can have whatever you want.”
Olivia pressed a soft, lingering kiss to the tip of his cock, her lips plush and warm against the slick head. His entire body tensed in anticipation, a deep breath hissing through his teeth as she parted her lips and wrapped them around him, sucking gently. A groan rumbled from his chest, his hands twitching at his sides as he fought the urge to grip her hair and guide her deeper.
The storm outside was relentless, wind rattling against the wooden walls, rain hammering the roof in steady, rhythmic pulses. But inside, the air was thick with heat, the aroma of salt, sweat and something more primal curling between them.
Olivia kept her eyes locked on Jake’s as she slid her mouth over him, her tongue swirling over the sensitive ridge of his head before retreating, teasing him with each shallow movement. Her hand continued to work his shaft, stroking in time with the gentle suction of her lips, her grip firm yet tender.
“Fuck, Olivia,” Jake exhaled, his voice rough with pleasure. He tossed his head back, eyes fluttering shut for a moment as he let himself sink into the sensation—the heat of her mouth, the slick glide of her tongue, the steady pull of her hand.
She hummed around him, the vibrations making his cock throb in response. Encouraged, she took him deeper, inch by inch, her lips enveloping his thick length as she hollowed her cheeks and sucked harder. Jake’s fingers found their way into her hair, not guiding, just holding, his breaths ragged as she worked him over with slow, deliberate skill.
The lantern above flickered, casting shifting shadows across the small space, highlighting the way her lips moved over him, the way her hand twisted at the base, stroking in sync with her mouth. The wet, lewd sounds of her sucking filled the shack, mingling with the distant rumble of thunder.
Olivia pulled back slightly, letting his cock slip from between her lips with a teasing pop before licking a long, slow stripe from base to tip. “Mmm, you’re so hard for me,” she purred, her voice dripping with satisfaction.
He let out a shaky laugh, his grip tightening in her hair. “You’re making it pretty damn impossible not to be.”
She grinned, kissing his tip again before taking him back in, sinking deeper this time, her throat fluttering as she relaxed and swallowed him down. Jake let out a strangled moan, his hips jerking, his thighs trembling.
“Olivia,” he rasped, his voice thick with need. “You feel so fucking good.”
She moaned around him in response, reveling in how his cock pulsed against her tongue, in how his body tensed under her touch. She wanted to push him to the edge, but not over. Not yet. She hadn’t finished with him.
Olivia let his manhood slide from her mouth, a thin strand of saliva still connecting her lips to his swollen tip. She wrapped her fingers around his slick shaft, slow and deliberate, as she gave him a few more strokes, her other hand rolling over the heavy weight of his balls. His breath hitched, his hips twitching toward her touch, but she held him in place with nothing more than the steady rhythm of her hand and the control in her gaze.
“I think it’s time,” she murmured, her voice soft but commanding, “to see how talented your tongue is.”
Jake panted as he stared down at her, the hunger in his eyes unmistakable. Olivia leaned back in the chair, shifting to spread her thighs, the soaked fabric of her panties clinging to her curves. She traced a teasing finger along the damp lace, watching him as she tilted her head.
“On your knees,” she told him, her voice smooth as silk but firm enough to leave no room for argument.
Jake didn’t hesitate. He dropped down, the hard floor cool beneath his knees, but he ignored it. He focused on her, on the way her body beckoned him closer. The storm still raged outside, the rhythmic patter of rain against the wooden walls mixing with the distant rumble of thunder. The air smelled of salt and the lingering heat of their bodies, thick with anticipation.
His hands slid up her thighs, feeling the tension in her muscles, the warmth of her skin. He looked up at her, a wicked grin spreading across his face as he settled between her legs.
“Let’s see if I can impress you,” he murmured, voice dripping with cocky promise.
Olivia’s lips curled into a naughty smirk, her eyes gleaming with anticipation as Jake hooked his fingers into the waistband of her panties. He hesitated a second, savoring the moment, before dragging the damp fabric down.
She lifted her hips, helping him, and as he slid them past her thighs, the lace clung to her slick folds. He let out a low, appreciative chuckle as he peeled them away, watching the way the soaked material finally gave, revealing the glistening heat of her pussy.
“Damn,” he murmured, his voice rough with desire. “You’re already dripping for me.”
He pulled her panties off, tossing them aside, his hands skimming back up her legs as she settled into the chair, spreading her thighs wide for him.
The sight of her laid out like this, bare and waiting, sent a pulse of hunger straight through him. He dragged his fingers up the smooth expanse of her inner thighs, his thumbs grazing close to her sex but never quite touching.
Olivia let out a slow, teasing breath, her fingers gripping the armrests of the chair. “Well?” she taunted, arching a brow. “You going to keep staring, or are you going to put that mouth to use?”
Jake grinned, his palms sliding higher as he leaned in, the heat of his breath a whisper against her skin.
“Impatient,” he teased, but the way his mouth descended to her said he had no intention of making her wait any longer.
Jake’s breath warmed the sensitive skin of her inner thighs as he settled between them, his hands gripping her hips, holding her open for him. He let his mouth hover just above her, teasing her with the anticipation, the promise. Olivia’s fingers tangled in his damp hair as she urged him on.
Then, finally, he pressed a slow kiss against her. His tongue flicked out, tasting her, humming in satisfaction as he savored the heat and slickness against his lips. He flattened his tongue and dragged it upward, lapping at her folds, circling that swollen bundle of nerves before pulling away just enough to smirk against her skin.
“Sweet,” he murmured, voice rough with hunger. “Addictive.”
Olivia arched toward him, her body a live wire beneath his mouth. He took his time exploring her, alternating between feather-light flicks of his tongue and deep, languid strokes that had her thighs trembling on his shoulders. His lips wrapped around her bud, sucking just enough to send a sharp pulse of pleasure through her spine.
She gasped, her hips bucking, and he chuckled against her, the vibration sending a shudder through her body. His fingers joined the game, sliding through her wetness before pressing inside her, slow and deliberate.
Jake groaned at the way she clenched around him. He thrust his fingers in a steady rhythm, curling them just right, his mouth never ceasing its relentless worship. The pressure built within her, her body winding tighter and tighter as he played her with perfect precision.
“Jake—” her voice broke on his name, half a plea, half a warning.
He didn’t let up. He wanted to see her break.
And then it happened—she tensed, her back arched, and a strangled cry left her lips as pleasure shattered through her, wave after wave crashing over her, echoing the storm outside. A flash of lightning lit up the shack, illuminating Jake’s hungry gaze between her thighs.
He stayed with her through every pulse, every tremor, his tongue and fingers coaxing every last bit of ecstasy from her until she finally collapsed back into the chair, breathless and spent.
Jake leaned back, his lips and chin shining with her juice, his eyes dark with satisfaction. He wiped the back of his hand across his mouth and grinned.
“Yeah,” he murmured, voice thick with heat. “Guess I’ve got a few life-saving tricks up my sleeve.”
Olivia’s chest rose and fell as she caught her breath, the aftershocks of pleasure still rippling through her. Her thighs trembled, but that didn’t stop her from leaning forward, her fingers threading into Jake’s hair as she captured his mouth in a deep, hungry kiss.
Their tongues tangled, sliding together in a slow, sensual dance, and she moaned softly as she tasted herself on his lips—a sweet, intoxicating reminder of what he had just done to her. Jake groaned against her lips, his hands gripping her hips as she melted into him, her body still sensitive, still burning.
When she finally pulled back, her eyes smoldered with intent. She stood, legs unsteady but determined, her fingers trailing down his bare chest as she straightened. He watched her, breath heavy, his cock standing tall and throbbing, glistening at the tip from his own aching need.
“Your turn,” she purred, voice still laced with satisfaction.
Jake swallowed hard, anticipation flashing in his eyes as she nudged his shoulder. He stood and then sank back into the chair without hesitation, his muscles tense, his length twitching as she took control. The lantern above flickered, casting golden light over his sweat-slicked skin, highlighting the tightness in his stomach, the way his fingers flexed against the armrests.
Olivia stood before him, her body still humming, but now it was her turn to set the pace. She ran her hands over his thighs, feeling the tension in them, the barely restrained need. Her nails scraped lightly against his skin, and he sucked in a breath, his jaw tightening.
“You’ve been very patient,” she teased, her fingertips dancing closer to his cock but never quite touching. “I think it’s time I reward you.”
Jake exhaled sharply, gripping the arms of the chair.
“Whatever you say,” he rasped, his voice heavy with need.
A slow, wicked smile played on Olivia’s lips as she straddled him, settling herself just above his lap, her heat hovering over him, teasing them both with the anticipation of what was coming next.
She reached between them, wrapping her fingers around his thick shaft, guiding him to her entrance. Slowly, she slid his swollen head back and forth through her slick folds, coating him with her arousal. Jake groaned, his hands gripping her hips, his dark eyes fixed on hers, pupils blown wide with lust.
Olivia smirked, watching how his jaw clenched, the way his breath hitched as she teased him. Then, with aching slowness, she sank down onto him, stretching around his thick length, inch by inch. They both moaned, their bodies trembling as she took him deeper.
Jake’s fingers flexed against her hips, fighting the urge to thrust up into her. “Olivia,” he rasped, his voice wrecked with pleasure. “You’re so tight… I can feel you pulling me in.”
She gasped at the sensation of being filled, the way he throbbed inside her, every ridge and vein pressing deliciously against her walls. A shudder ran through her as she finally settled, his entire length buried deep within her.
For a moment, neither of them moved, just breathing, feeling, savoring the raw intensity between them. The storm raged outside, but inside, all that mattered was the heat building between their bodies.
Their lips met again, tongues tangling in a deep, hungry kiss as Olivia began to move. She started slowly, lifting herself just enough to let his thick length slide almost completely out before sinking back down, moaning into his mouth as he filled her again. Jake groaned, his grip tightening on her waist, his body shuddering at the wet, velvety heat enveloping him.
She set the pace, alternating between slow, torturous movements and quick, needy thrusts. Sometimes, she ground her hips against him, rolling them in slow, deliberate circles, making him feel every inch of her. Other times, she lifted and dropped back down with a sharp, desperate rhythm that sent sparks of pleasure shooting through both of them.
Jake’s head fell back against the chair, his chest heaving as he fought to hold on. He had expected to take the lead, to guide the pace—but she had stolen that from him completely. Every roll of her hips, every deliberate squeeze of her muscles, had him unraveling under her control. “Fuck … You’re incredible.”
Sweat beaded on their skin, the heat of their bodies mixing with the thick, humid air. The scent of their arousal filled the shack, mingling with the salty tang of the storm outside. She could feel him throbbing inside her, every ridge, every vein stretching her sensitive walls, making her shiver with every motion.
She leaned back, her hands gripping his shoulders for balance, her body arching as she rode him harder. Jake’s eyes locked onto her, mesmerized by the way she moved, the way her breasts bounced with each thrust. He could feel her tightening around him, squeezing him like she never wanted to let go.
“God, you feel so good,” he growled, his fingers digging into her skin, desperate to hold on as she took him to the edge.
Olivia leaned in close, her sweat-slicked body pressing against his, their heated breaths mingling. Her lips brushed against his ear, her voice a seductive whisper. “I want you to come for me, Jake.”
She pulled back just enough to slide off his cock, trapping it between their damp bodies. With a teasing smirk, she began rolling her hips, sliding herself against him, her slick folds gliding over his throbbing length. The sensation was maddening, and he groaned, his head falling back as he trembled.
Olivia could feel his shaft pulsing, growing harder against her. She watched his face contort with pleasure, his dark eyes clouded with lust, his jaw clenched as he teetered on the edge. Then, with a strangled moan, his entire body tensed beneath her, his hands gripping her thighs as hot spurts of release spread between them.
She kept moving, slow, deliberate, drawing every drop from him, her voice a breathy whisper. “That’s it… give me everything.”
Jake gasped, his body shuddering as the final waves of his orgasm crashed over him, leaving him spent.
Olivia grinned in satisfaction, watching him struggle to catch his breath, his muscles slowly unwinding as he sagged into the chair, completely at her mercy.
Outside, the rain softened, the once-violent downpour fading into a steady, rhythmic patter.
She leaned back again, her fingers trailing lazily over her stomach, smearing the thick, warm cum that had spread between them. The scent of sex hung heavy in the air, mixing with the salt and humidity from the storm outside. Jake’s cock twitched against her slick folds, the lingering sensitivity making him shudder, his body still recovering from the intensity of his orgasm.
Jake finally looked down, taking in the sight of their bodies—his cum glistening on her skin, smeared across his own abs, dripping in decadent streaks. A deep, satisfied groan rumbled from his chest.
Olivia smirked, her fingers dipping lower, teasing along the base of his softened cock. “I love how hard you came for me,” she murmured, her voice thick with satisfaction. “Look at this mess… so much for just one load.”
Jake exhaled a shaky breath, shaking his head with a lazy grin. “You did that to me,” he muttered, still dazed. “I don’t think I’ve ever come that hard in my life.”
Olivia smirked, tilting his chin up with a single finger. “That’s because no one’s ever taken their time ruining you properly,” she teased, her voice dripping with satisfaction. “And next time… I might take even longer.”
She swiped her finger through the cum on her stomach again, then wiped it across Jake’s lips as she leaned in to kiss him. Their tongues tangled once more, both of them savoring the taste of his release. Jake groaned into her mouth, his body thrumming with pleasure.
With a satisfied hum, Olivia climbed off him, standing up on slightly unsteady legs. They both took a moment to look each other up and down, taking in the well-fucked, dazed expressions they wore. Their skin glistened with sweat, their bodies still flushed from the intensity of what they’d just shared.
She leaned in one last time, pressing a slow, teasing kiss to Jake’s lips as her fingers brushed lightly over his sensitive length. He jolted at the touch, a breathless sound escaping him, making her grin before she backed away and started gathering her clothes. She slid her dress back over her bare skin, deliberately leaving her panties behind.
Jake frowned, clearly not ready to let her go. “Going already?”
She smirked over her shoulder as she adjusted the hem of her dress. “Just keep an eye on the beach, lifeguard. You never know when I’ll need saving again.”
He exhaled a short laugh, shaking his head as she turned toward the door. The moment she stepped outside, the cool rain kissed her heated skin, sending a delicious shiver down her spine. Before heading down the steps, she glanced back one last time.
Jake stood in the doorway, naked, softly lit from behind, his body a perfect sculpture of desire and satisfaction. The storm outside cast flickering shadows over his body, making him appear even more untamed, more irresistible.
Olivia smiled, tucking the moment away like a secret before disappearing into the rain.
