Shell Collection
Neville pressed the icy cold bottle of water to his forehead, letting the condensation drip down his temples.
He needed to get a hold of himself, and soon.
The beach vacation had been Ginny’s idea as soon as she found out that Theo had a villa in Majorca. It was supposed to be a way to relax and unwind.
Three days into the trip, he had never been less relaxed or more tightly wound, and it had everything to do with that tiny yellow bikini Pansy had been wearing.
He’d spent all morning collecting scallop shells with her. She was clever and funny and fucking stunning, but it was when she was playful and silly with him that he knew he was a complete goner. But she was his friend, and he needed to remember that and respect her as one.
Everyone else had returned to the villa for siesta, but Pansy wanted to stay out a bit longer. He’d trudged up to the villa for water, hoping a few minutes of space would help get his head back on straight.
When he returned to the beach, however, Pansy was nowhere to be seen. He followed her trail of footprints across the sand towards the little hidden cove they’d discovered the day before.
As soon as he rounded the rocky outcropping, he stopped dead in his tracks.
Pansy was laying right at the shoreline, back arched as she held herself up towards the sun on her elbows as the waves lazily lapped from her calves to her yellow bikini bottoms.
Covering her torso were all of the shells they’d collected, the largest hardly doing a better job of covering her breasts than the tiny top that was carelessly tossed on the sand next to her.
Pansy glanced over at him and a punch of guilt hit him for lusting over his friend until she gave him a slow smirk. “Hey, Nev,” she said. “I was curious if you wanted to keep collecting shells.” Her eyes flicked down her body and then back up at him.
“Yes.” The word burst from his lips, his voice as gravely and rough as the sand between his toes. “But I want you more.”
Something softened in her gaze as her smile widened. “Good,” she said. “Shells first.”
Helpless as he always was when it came to her, Neville walked over. Uncrossing her legs, he knelt between them, taking the time to fully drink in the way her golden tan skin glistened underneath the slight dusting of sand.
“So fucking gorgeous,” he muttered. He reached for the smallest shell first, a tiny one just above her hip bone. He pressed his lips to the skin beneath it. The salty taste of her sweat mixed with that of the sand and sea.
He reached for the next shell right by her bellybutton. “You’re clever.” He kissed the spot of skin he exposed and then reached for another shell. “And wicked.”
She chuckled lightly as he kissed her skin again. He went up her body, taking off each shell as he murmured praises over her body.
When there were only two left, his breath caught as he lifted the first one. “Lovely,” he whispered before he lowered his head to pepper kisses all over her breast before he drew her nipple into his mouth with gentle suction, flicking his tongue across the pebbled bud.
Beneath him, Pansy groaned as she slid her fingers into his hair and tried to hold him there. Pulling back with a playful tut of his tongue, he slid off the final shell, fully revealing her torso to his gaze.
He had to interlace their fingers and stretch her arms above her head to pin them there in order to get her to hold still. As much as she liked to pretend she was the one in control, when it was the two of them alone together, it would be him. And he wasn’t letting her move or things to progress until he drank his full.
When he pulled his gaze away from her perfect curves, her gaze was wide and desperate. “Mine,” he said.
She nodded frantically before he lowered his mouth to worship her the way she deserved. He held her hands over her head with one hand while his other one slipped lower to palm her breast as his tongue teased the other.
As their bodies moved together, the sand between them grated and scratched across their skin. He pulled back and she whimpered, trying to wrestle her hands free to no avail.
He was rock hard, desperate to claim what was his, but not if it was going to damage an inch of her perfect skin. Pushing up on her heels, she ground her hips against the hard length his trunks could no longer hide.
“Neville, please,” she whined.
“Here’s what’s going to happen.” Unable to resist touching her, he cupped her breast, lightly rolling her nipple until she moaned. “I’m going to make you come on my tongue, and then we’re going back to the house where I’m going to wash off every grain of sand. Then I’m going to take you to my bed and rub lotion onto every inch of your skin before fucking you until you don’t remember anything but my name.”
A small whimper escaped her but she nodded frantically.
“Good girl.” His hands slid to the tiny strings holding up her bottoms. “Lift your hips for me.”
She obeyed and he set about fulfilling every single one of his promises to her.