We were only at the first rack when I spotted a cute striped strapless set. There was also pretty geometric prints, beautiful floral prints, and plain colors.
Like weeks before, Six helped me shop. He picked out wildly varying suits and threw them in the basket. By the time we reached a dozen, I cut him off.
“I think that’s enough for now,” I said, smiling at him.
He quirked his brow and we headed to the dressing room. What I thought was going to be a one person show he decided was going to be a team effort.
“There’s not enough room,” I said as I tried to close the curtain, my eyes glancing behind him to the girl working the counter who was eyeing his ass. “You won’t fit.”
The corner of his lip pulled up as he stepped forward, pushing me back into the room. “Oh, I’ve proven many times that I do fit.”
Fucking double meaning bastard.
The room was really tiny, but after closing the curtain—the only divider between the fitting room and the store floor—he took a seat on the chair in the corner.
Reaching into the basket, he picked one of the bikinis up and handed it to me.
Over weeks I’d gotten used to changing in front of him, of being in my birthday suit often, but there was something about the intimacy of the small room that made me almost shy. Taking off my shirt didn’t have the fluidity as it did in the hotel room. It was awkward, making me feel a bit awkward, especially with him staring at me.
Shirt and shorts off, I reached behind me to unclasp my bra, turning away from his unwavering gaze. Strange that after all that had happened, him staring at me was unnerving.
“Why don’t you take your panties off?” he asked after I’d gotten the top on and was pulling the bottom up my legs.
My brow furrowed as I worked the bottom over my hips. “You don’t take them off to try on swimsuits. That’s just gross.”
“Why?”
“If I’m trying on and decide I don’t like it that means my pussy has touched it for the next person as well as all those before me. Ick.” I made a gagging motion before something clicked and I turned to glare at him. “You just want me to be completely naked.”
No reaction.
Fucker was king of the poker face, but he couldn’t hide the heaviness of his gaze.
“You are such a perverted cock monster.”
A quick look in the mirror, and the bikini was out. Unflattering and without my normal hair color, a bad tone for me.
I hung it back up and grabbed another one from the basket, ignoring him. Instead, he had other ideas. Reaching, he grabbed onto my hips and pulled me to stand between his legs. I jumped as his tongue ran up my abdomen, his teeth nipping the underside of my breast.
“I do believe someone said she’d be willing to do just about anything to have a little beach time.”
I leaned back and squinted my eyes. “What’s going on in the fucked-up brain of yours?”
The skin beneath his hands burned as he moved them around my hips to my ass, sliding his fingertips under the edge of my panties and grabbing both cheeks. A low groan rumbled from his chest as he twisted his fingers around the waistband and tugged. The jerking made me almost lose my balance, and I leaned into his chest, my hands on his shoulders.
“I want you,” he yanked again, both sides over my hips and sliding down my thighs, catching on the tops of my calves, “to fuck yourself on my cock.”
My heart hammered in my chest, beating wildly at what he was asking. He coaxed one leg up, then the other until I was straddling him. Reaching between us, he opened up his jeans and pulled out his cock and balls.
“Right here.” He stroked his hard length. “Right now.”
Fuck. Me.
My tongue peeked out, wetting my lips as I stared down at the one thing about him I really liked. As he scooted down the chair, adjusting, he pulled me closer, one arm wrapping around me while the other positioned the head of his cock.
“Ride me. Make me come and you’ll get it,” he said as he wet the tip against my aching slit.
I nodded and dropped my hips, taking him all in one shot.
Mind wiping, skin tingling, body shuddering ripped through me as well as a low moan. By the smirk on his face, I’d just shown off a very erotic display.
“Just sitting on my dick isn’t going to do it.”
I smacked his chest. “Just give me a sec. You’re kinda big.”
The room was so small, there was no room to put my feet on the floor that would let me be able to bounce on his lap. Looking behind me, I decided it was time I learned a new trick and bent one leg, pulling my foot up so that my ankle rested on his thigh. As I repeated on the other side, he groaned, head falling back.
Apparently, all my moving around squeezed him in all the right ways.
Forearms resting on his shoulder, gripping the edge of the chair, I pushed against his legs and slid up, then back down his length. It was difficult with the angle, but I eventually worked into a good rhythm.