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Nick and I are racing down the pier, giggling and trying to beat each other to the pole at the end. We’re out of breath when we reach it, and I don’t take notice of who got there first, because we’re kissing.
I grab onto Nick’s jacket, sliding my tongue in his mouth and he backs into the pole. I’m a little dizzy from the alcohol we had at the party, but it only makes me feel more giddy.
Nick has been teasing me all night, pulling me close to whisper how proud he is of my winning Head Boy, and shamelessly kissing me in crowded rooms. I wanted to pull him into the bathroom, but we kept getting interrupted by one friend or another.
But I can’t hold back anymore. I can feel how affected Nick is, his dick bumping against my hip as we continue to shamelessly make out. It’s dark and we’re all alone on the pier, so I decide to screw it. Or, I guess, screw Nick.
Not letting up on our kissing, I reach down, tugging his belt loose before unzipping his jeans and stuffing my hand in them. His is hard and warm against my freezing hand, but he doesn’t seem to mind as he moans and pushes into my palm.
We’re no longer kissing, just breathing each other's air as I palm him through his boxers. He laughs slightly, probably at the absurdity of me giving him a handjob in public, before kissing me again. “This is probably a bad idea, Char.”
I would believe he wasn’t okay with this if he wasn’t thrusting into my grip and giggling against my lips. “Oh, so do you want me to stop, then?” I raise an eyebrow at him, beginning to pull my hand away. He whines and pulls me closer by the waist, effectively trapping my hand between us.
Chuckling, I start lightly moving my hand against his hard length again, teasing still. Nick tips his head back into the pole, mouth opens as he gasps for air. “Charlie, please,” he whines.
Not increasing my pressure or speed, I put my hand on his jaw, pulling him to look at me. His pupils are so dilated, there is barely any brown visible, and they are glazed with lust.
“Please what?” I ask, running my thumbs along his bottom lip.
I know Nick loves it when I take control. While my confidence has grown a lot since we started having sex, this side of myself only comes out occasionally. And I love the way Nick reacts when I do.
His eyes somehow darken further, which I didn’t know was possible, and he moans before licking my thumb and sucking it into his mouth. His eyes close as he runs his tongue along my thumb, thrusting against my hand again. But he doesn’t answer.
Taking my thumb away, I grip his chin and wait til he opens his eyes again before commanding, “I asked, please what, Nicholas.”
He stares at me for a moment before breathing out a small, “more.”
I grin and lean in to kiss him. As our tongues twirl together, I slip my hand under his boxers and grip him properly. He is wet from the precum dribbling out of his tip. He always gets so wet, I love it.
Breaking the kiss, Nick moans as I pump his cock steadily. I watch him as the pleasure takes him, his eyes closed and more agape, small moans breaking through his panting. I can’t handle how good he looks, so I stuff my face in his neck, sucking and licking under his jaw as I speed up my hand.
“Fuck, Char. Like that,” Nick pants, his arm gripping my hair to push my mouth firmly into his skin. Now that everyone knows we’re together, he loves hickies on either one of us. He likes that people will see the purple spots and know who put them there.
I like it too. Fuck, I love it. Having everyone know that I get to have him like this and no one else does? It truly makes me crazy.
Nick pulls my hair, forcing our lips back together as he starts getting close. Since we started fooling around, our stamina has gotten a lot better, but with the alcohol and newness of doing this outside one of our bedrooms, I knew Nick wouldn’t last long.
Just as I thought, Nick pulls away again, gasping, “I’m gonna-fuck, Char-I’m close. Don’t stop.” Whenever he is close, Nick starts babbling, and it’s so hot. It’s like he thinks I’m going to stop, but how could I when he looks and sounds this good?
“Go on, baby,” I say, using the pet name I know always flusters him. “Come for me.”
I barely manage to get the words out before he shouts, rushing to stuff his fist in his mouth to smother some of his noises. As my hand gets covered in his release, I slow down my hand, working him through the haze of pleasure until he twitches from the overstimulation.
He nuzzles into my neck, pulling me in tightly as I take my hand from his pants. As the cold air hits my wet hand, I grimace, realising I didn’t think this part through.
How the hell am I meant to clean my hand?
Sensing my discomfort, Nick pulls back and sees his cums covering my fingers. He looks at me mischievously, and I open my mouth to question him when he grabs my hand and brings it to his mouth, sucking each finger into his mouth as I gape at him.
Releasing the last finger with an audible POP, Nick grins at me, “there, all clean.”
Instead of replying, I pull him into another heated kiss, thrusting my tongue in to taste myself. Releasing his head, I reach down and buckle his pants, pulling away when I’m finished. “You better take me home now so we can have sex because fuck, Nick, that was so fucking hot.”
Giggling, he grabs my (now somewhat clean) hand, and begins running back down the pier.