Chapter Text
They had asked for a moment of solitude on the picturesque Brazilian beach, but four towering bodyguards blocked their path. Nicola and Luke’s handlers quickly stepped in, offering a compromise. Yes, they could enjoy the beach, but only with security hovering nearby. Relaxation came with strings attached, they discovered.
Walking toward a secluded pair of beach loungers, Luke slipped his hand into hers. She grinned wide. “This feels nice,” he said.
“You hold my hand practically every day,” she teased, thinking back to all the premieres, where he always managed to reach for her. At first, it had been to calm their nerves, but as the tour went on—especially after Italy—it meant so much more.
“Excellent point,” he teased back. “But holding your hand on a date—it feels different.” Both of them grinned, caught up in the moment.
In a way, this felt like their first real date. After Italy, they had become more aware of each other’s feelings, cautiously letting their guard down. A brush of the hand here, a quick peck on the cheek there. Heated make-out sessions in their hotel rooms, but never a proper date. And definitely no sex, though the temptation was always there. They both wanted to relive that wild van ride in Italy.
Letting go of his hand, she eased herself onto one of the loungers, stretching out with a contented sigh. When she glanced up, she found him standing over her, giving her a look so pitiful, it was almost comical—like a lost puppy.
“What?” she asked, reaching out to touch his hand, amused by his expression.
“I wanted to sit on that one,” he quipped, a playful glint in his eyes.
“Then by all means,” she grinned sliding over, matching his playful tone. “Take it.”
Luke sat down beside her, his smile lingering. “I don’t want to take it from you,” he said softly. “I’d rather share it.” Sliding closer, he placed his hand gently on her leg.
The simple touch sent a shiver through her, unraveling her in a way only he could. It amazed her how easily he could undo her with just a single gesture.
She leaned into him, resting her head gently on his shoulder. His hand grazed her back in a slow, tender motion before he planted a soft kiss on her forehead.
“I kinda wish they weren’t here,” he whispered, nodding toward the four burly bodyguards standing with their backs to them. He lowered his voice even more, leaning closer. “…I want to feel you so bad.”
“Feel me?” she asked, her voice a mix of surprise and intrigue. “Here, in public?”
A devilish smirk curled on his lips as he leaned closer, his breath warm against her ear. “Yeah,” he whispered, his voice dripping with desire. His hand tightened slightly on her leg, sending a wave of heat through her. “I haven’t since Italy,” he murmured, the words carrying the weight of everything they hadn’t spoken out loud, the unspoken tension that had been simmering between them since that unforgettable moment. His touch lingered, teasing, as if testing her limits in the open air, despite the presence of the bodyguards just steps away.
“I’ve composed myself… mostly,” he breathed, his voice thick with restraint, referring to the countless times his hands and lips had hungrily explored her breasts during their heated make-out sessions. “But I don’t want to compose myself any longer.” His lips brushed her neck, the warmth of his breath sending shivers down her spine. “In fact, I’m not entirely sure I’d even be able to,” he murmured, the hunger in his words making it clear just how close he was to losing control.
His tongue grazed the curve of her neck, sending a wave of heat through her. Her hand instinctively raked through his hair, tugging and pulling as a low, guttural moan escaped his lips, the sound vibrating against her skin.
“Tell me you want me to feel you, Nic,” he groaned, his voice thick with desire as she pulled at the nape of his neck, her fingers tangled in his hair. His tongue traced her ear, teasing, suckling softly. His hand slid down, finding the hem of her dress, slowly gathering the fabric in his fist, each movement deliberate, sending a ripple of anticipation through her.
“Please?” he begged, his voice a strained whisper as his hand slid beneath the bunched fabric, inching closer to her heat.
She quickly placed her hand over his, the thin fabric of her dress the only thing separating them. “Did you forget we’re in public?,” she breathed, her words trembling as his lips found her neck again, suckling softly, testing her resolve with each heated touch.
“And…” he said as she moaned, her breath catching as he applied more pressure, his lips relentless against her neck.
“…we’re not alone,” she sighed.
He paused for a moment, glancing over at one of the towering bodyguards, standing stoic and unmoved. “Nic,” he murmured with a smirk against her skin, “they’re paid to protect us. I’m pretty sure that also means they see and hear nothing.” His hand slid closer to her heat, teasingly, as he spoke, his touch sending a surge of electricity through her despite her whispered protest.
“Please,” he begged softly against her lips, his hand finally discovering her heat beneath what felt like soft cotton knickers. His breath hitched for a moment before a teasing smirk spread across his lips. “Oh,” he whispered, brushing his lips against hers. “They’re nearly completely soaked.” His words were a mix of triumph and desire, sending a pulse of anticipation through the air between them.
Her breathing grew heavy as his finger hooked the edge of her knickers, grazing her heat with a tantalizing touch. She tugged at his hair, a moan escaping her lips as he kissed her with a passion so intense it made her head spin. Every brush of his lips and touch of his hand sent waves of desire through her, making it harder to resist him.
He didn’t push further, holding back with deliberate restraint. His touch hovered, teasing, as his tongue thrust against hers, deepening the kiss. He waited for her, allowing her the choice, his desire palpable but patient, trusting her to take the next step when she was ready.
He shivered as the palm of her hand slid slowly down his arm, the sensation sending waves of anticipation through him. When she reached his wrist, he half-expected her to pull his hand away, to stop him. But instead, she placed her hand on top of his, pressing down with unmistakable intent. That was all the permission he needed. Without hesitation, he slipped his fingers between her folds, his thumb finding her throbbing clit and applying just the right amount of pressure, eliciting a soft gasp from her lips.
He whispered against her lips, his voice low and thick with intent. “I’m going to make you come on this beach.” The promise in his words sent a jolt of desire through her, heightening the intensity of every touch, every breath they shared.
Luke removed his hand from her knickers, and she let out a soft whine in protest. “Lie back,” he whispered, his voice thick with desire. She complied, her body responding to his command as he slid closer, his eyes dark with intensity. Again, his hands slipped under her dress, fingers hooking around the edges of her knickers, and he slowly peeled them off. She lifted her hips to aid him, and the movement made him want to growl in satisfaction. He dragged the fabric down over her ass, along her thighs, past her knees, and finally over her ankles, all while tracing a teasing line with his finger.
Once they were free, he balled the knickers in his fist and stuffed them into his pocket. “These are mine now,” he said with a smirk. “They’re practically ruined anyway.” She swallowed hard, her breath catching in her throat as a low moan escaped her lips. Reaching for him, she grabbed a handful of his shirt and pulled him toward her, their mouths colliding in a hungry kiss.
Suddenly, she felt his fingers find her heat again, expertly separating her folds, his thumb pressing against her swollen clit. A wave of pleasure threatened to make her cry out, but their mouths were too preoccupied, muffling the sounds of her rising need as her body trembled beneath his touch.
Inserting one finger, he slid it in slowly, savoring every inch as her moans were muffled by their kiss. He pulled back just enough to speak against her lips, his breath hot and ragged. “You’re so wet, Nic,” he whispered, his voice thick with desire. As he pushed his finger deeper, she clenched down around him, her body reacting to every movement. Her grip tightened on his shirt, pulling him closer, the intensity between them building with every second.
He thrust his finger inside her, slow and deliberate, relishing the way her muffled moans vibrated against his lips. Each movement sent a fresh wave of heat through both of them, his own breath hitching as he felt her body respond to his every touch. The tension between them crackled, and he couldn’t help but savor the way she clung to him, completely undone by his touch.
“Luke,” she moaned, her voice breathless as her hips arched up, seeking more. His smirk widened against her lips, deepening the kiss as he slid a second finger inside her. Her moan grew louder this time, her body responding with even more urgency. The sound stirred something primal in him—he needed to hear more. Breaking the kiss, he lingered close to her lips, his fingers moving with increasing intensity, eager to draw every last moan from her.
He watched her intently, eyes dark with hunger, as he continued to thrust his fingers deep inside her—fast, hard, and intense. His sole focus was making her come, driving her to the edge where she couldn’t hold back. He wanted to hear her scream his name, loud enough for anyone nearby to hear, consequences be damned. Her body responded to his every move, her walls tightening around his fingers, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she clung to him. He could feel her getting closer, her body trembling with the buildup of pleasure that he was determined to push her over.
He curled his fingers, hitting the perfect spot, and her juices spilled over his hand, coating his fingers. She released her grip on his shirt, her body bucking beneath him as she rode out her orgasm. His fingers slowed, moving gently as he helped her through the last waves of pleasure. “That’s right, baby,” he murmured, mesmerized by the sight of her unraveling from the sensations he had given her. He wanted her so badly, but he knew he had to wait. Slowly, he slipped his fingers out, watching her as she tried to catch her breath.
“You didn’t scream my name,” he said with a mock pout, though the devilish grin on his face betrayed his true intentions. Before she could respond, he slid down the lounger and positioned himself between her legs. Lifting the hem of her dress, he smirked. “Guess I’ll have to try harder.”
With her dress draped over his head, he found her swollen clit with his mouth and wasted no time. His tongue flicked and licked with precision, sending electric shocks through her body as he worked to bring her over the edge once more, determined to make her cry out his name this time.
Moans filled the air, her voice trembling with pleasure as he continued to lick and suck on her clit with unrelenting intensity. His fingers found her center once more, and without hesitation, he slid two fingers inside her, thrusting deep. The combination of his mouth and fingers drove her wild, her body responding to every stroke, every flick of his tongue, as her moans grew louder, filling the space around them.
Curling and thrusting his fingers inside her, Luke sucked harder on her clit, his movements precise and relentless. He could feel her walls tightening around his fingers as her juices coated them once more. Quickening the rhythm of both his fingers and lips, he felt her hand grip his head through the fabric of her dress. Her moans filled the air. “I’m coming,” she gasped, her voice a mix of urgency and pleasure. He hummed against her clit, the vibrations intensifying her pleasure as he continued the relentless pace with his fingers. Curling them one final time, his tongue flicked her clit with precision, and that was all it took.
“Luke!” she screamed, her body arching forward, her hand tangled between her dress and his hair as her climax crashed over her. He flicked her clit once more before slowly withdrawing his fingers, feeling her tremble, riding the last waves of pleasure. She finally released his head, her breath heavy. Lifting the hem of her dress, he reappeared in front of her, his face slick with her juices. The sight almost sent her spiraling again.
“Fuck me,” she panted, trying to catch her breath. “If you can do that with just two fingers and your mouth, I can’t wait to see what your dick can do.”
Luke stared at her, stunned. Did she just say she wanted to have sex? Her words echoed in his mind, sending a surge of excitement through him. The disbelief mixed with a burning desire as he realized what was coming next.
"Are you saying what I think you're saying?" he asked, his voice low and full of anticipation as he leaned in, his lips hovering just a breath away from hers. His hand gently cupped her chin, his thumb brushing her jawline as he searched her eyes for confirmation. The tension between them was electric, thick with the promise of what was to come.
She nodded seductively, her lips brushing against his as she kissed him, slow and deliberate. He kissed her back, his hand still cradling her chin, controlling the moment.
“God, yes,” he breathed against her mouth, his lips curling into a smirk. “I’ve been thinking about that since your accidental voice note,” he added, his hand sliding over her breast, making her gasp. He had been referring, of course, to the voice note she hadn’t meant to send in Italy—the one of her masturbating, clearly thinking about Luke.
She pulled back slightly, her smile teasing. “You said you didn’t get it.”
“I lied,” he winked, leaning closer. “And I’ve listened to it every night since… with my hand on my cock,” he whispered, his breath hot against her ear, nipping at her earlobe.
Nicola felt a rush of embarrassment heat her cheeks. “No,” she mumbled, squirming slightly as his hand squeezed her breast.
“Don’t be, baby,” he groaned, his tongue tracing the curve of her ear. “It’s the hottest thing I’ve ever heard.” His voice was thick with desire, and the way he spoke made her pulse quicken, her embarrassment melting into something else entirely.
He pulled away from her and stood up, swiftly tugging his shirt and tank over his head, revealing his chiseled chest. She couldn’t help but stare, her breath catching as her eyes traced the lines of his muscles. Reaching out his hand, he said, “Take your dress off.”
She blinked, confused. “What?” she asked, her brows knitting together. “I’m not fucking you right here—”
He cut her off with a playful smirk. “I wouldn’t be so sure about that,” he teased, his voice light. “But seriously, let’s go take a swim,” he said, motioning toward the inviting waves just beyond them.
Her confusion turned to amusement as she realized what he meant, the tension between them replaced by a playful anticipation.
“What if someone sees us?” she questioned, her voice wavering as he began to unbutton his baggy jeans with an almost careless ease.
“Then keep your dress on,” he replied, dead serious, but his eyes twinkled mischievously. Tugging his jeans off, he stepped out of them, now standing before her in just his black boxers. “You don’t have a bra on, and I’m not giving back your knickers,” he added with a wicked smirk.
She hesitated, glancing toward the water before sitting up. Once again, he held his hand out to her, inviting her into the moment.
“But I’ll be soaked,” she said as her hand slipped into his, and she slowly rose to her feet.
He chuckled, his grin widening. “Technically, you’re already soaked, Nic,” he teased, laughing as he pulled her closer. He kissed her deeply, his arms wrapping around her waist as if he never wanted to let go. Holding her close felt right—too right—and a soft moan escaped him. “I enjoy kissing you a little too much,” he admitted with a smile against her lips. Reluctantly, he released her, grabbing her hand and leading her toward the empty beach, the cool sand beneath their feet. Both of them were keenly aware of the four tall, burly bodyguards nearby, their silent presence a constant reminder that their privacy was limited. But in that moment, it was just the two of them, the world fading away as they walked together, hand in hand.
At the water’s edge, he tugged her hand playfully. “Come on!” he urged, his voice full of excitement, his grin wide and infectious.
But when she stopped suddenly, he turned back, his hand still holding hers. “What’s wrong?” he asked, his brow furrowed in confusion.
She didn’t answer. Instead, she released his hand, her eyes locked on his as she slowly reached down to the hem of her dress. Luke’s heart nearly stopped. His breath hitched in his throat as he watched, stunned, while she pulled the dress over her head, letting it fall to the sand. She stood before him, completely naked, her skin glowing in the moonlight.
He groaned, the sound primal and raw, as he grabbed her by the waist, pulling her flush against him. His lips crashed onto hers with unrestrained passion and desire, his hands gripping her as though he never wanted to let go. The heat between them was electric, the air thick with the promise of what would come next.
He lifted her effortlessly, and she instinctively wrapped her legs around him, pulling him closer. He could feel her heat, still hot and damp from earlier, pressing against him. The sensation sent a shiver down his spine, intensifying his desire. Their mouths met again in a deep, fervent kiss, her body molding perfectly against his as he held her, the world around them disappearing into the rhythm of their shared need.
He carried her with ease, her legs still wrapped around him, as he walked into the water. The cool waves lapped at their bodies, rising steadily until it reached their waists. The contrast between the cold water and the heat radiating from their bodies made every touch feel more intense, more urgent. He held her tightly, his breath ragged as their lips met again, the world around them fading into the rhythm of the ocean and the electric tension between them.
She raked her hands through his hair, her fingers tangling in the strands as he held her up, his grip firm on her ass, squeezing with a possessive intensity. Their moans, groans, and the soft, breathless sounds of their kisses intertwined with the rhythmic crash of the waves against their bodies. The quiet of the beach was charged with raw energy, the ocean splashing around them as they lost themselves in the moment. Every movement, every sound, echoed with desire, as if the world itself had paused, leaving only them in this electric, shared space of passion.
“I don’t know what I was thinking, Nic,” he breathed against her neck, his lips brushing her skin as he began to suck gently. “This,” he murmured between kisses, “was supposed to be romantic.” Each word was punctuated by another kiss, his lips trailing up her neck. When he reached her throat, they both moaned, the sound of their need mixing with the crashing waves.
“Instead,” he pulled away slightly, his breath hot against her skin, “I’m extremely turned on.” With that, he thrust upward, pressing his erection, now straining against the wet fabric of his boxers, firmly against her. The friction was undeniable, making her gasp as she felt the hard evidence of his desire against her own heat, the water amplifying the sensation.
She squirmed slightly, rubbing herself against his erection and stomach, and he nearly lost control right then. “Fuck, Nic,” he groaned, his voice strained with need. His grip on her tightened as he breathed heavily. “May I please fuck you tonight?” His words were raw, filled with desire and restraint as he waited for her answer, his eyes dark with anticipation.
“Not yet,” she whispered, watching the eager anticipation on his face fade in an instant. Before he could react, she grabbed his chin, pulling him into a deep, lingering kiss that left him breathless. Her lips barely parted from his as she whispered again, “Get me to my room.”
His heart raced, a new fire igniting in him as her words sank in. Without hesitation, he tightened his grip on her, ready to fulfill every promise the night still held.