neverinadream

you drag him inside by the wrist, ignoring his grin, and shove him onto a kitchen island barstool because you’re the only one responsible enough to notice that his shoulders are glowing red. clayton sits there in nothing but damp swim trunks, half-laughing, half-hissing, arms split wide like he’s still gearing up to tackle his buddies. “baby, you’re so gentle,” he says in a husky whisper, eyes eating you alive. “gonna treat me real nice some more?” he’s staring at your pale yellow bikini, tiny knots tied at your hips, breasts slick from the heat. he licks his lips, looking like he wants to swallow you whole, but you ignore it.

“shut up,” you mutter, unscrewing the aloe bottle with more force than necessary. “you ignored me all day. i was sitting there on the lounger looking cute and you were too busy showing off those stupid trick shots for your friends.” you squeeze a generous amount into your palm, and he groans, head tipping back at the cold touch before it even hits his skin. you watch him with a pout, rubbing the gel across his broad chest in slow, careful strokes.

his sunburn makes him hiss, needs no explanation. he lifts his head, eyes dark, pinning you with a gaze that screams hunger. “i missed you,” he says softly, hands sliding to your waist because he can’t not touch you. “i could see you out the corner of my eye the whole time. i wanted to come over every second.”

“you didn’t,” you say flatly, though your cheeks heat at the way his thumbs stroke the curve of your waist, barely skimming the ribbon of your bikini bottom. “you just kept laughing with them, flexing, pretending you’re the shit.”

“i am the shit,” he says with a smirk, then winces when your fingers press into a tender spot on his shoulder. “ow. take pity on me, baby. i really did miss you.” he leans forward, nuzzling your collarbone, breathing you in. “you smell like coconut. been making me crazy. you’re all shiny. couldn’t focus.”

“mm-hm,” you mutter, massaging aloe over his collarbones, around his neck, down his arms. “if you missed me, you should’ve shown it earlier.” you drag your nails gently over his chest just to hear the sharp inhale. he groans, knees spreading instinctively, hands roaming up and down your sides. “instead you let the sun roast you while you ignored your girlfriend.”

“i’ll make it up to you,” he promises, voice dropping. he squeezes your ass, pulling you closer until you’re standing between his knees, chest brushing his face. “let me prove it.” his head dips, lips parting, teeth grazing the top of your breast. you swat the back of his head.

“stop,” you chide, though your breath hitches when his tongue flicks out. “i’m trying to fix your stupid burn.” you squeeze more aloe into your hands, the cold gel shining on your fingers. you spread it over his shoulders, tracing the inflamed lines with a gentle touch. his muscles jump under your palms. “you know, if you’d just listened when i said to put on sunscreen, this wouldn’t hurt so bad.”

“couldn’t listen,” he says, voice muffled against your cleavage. he keeps trying to tug the bikini top down with his teeth, hampered by your stern glare. “you were distracting me. sitting there with your legs crossed, chewing on that straw, looking like candy.” he nips at you again, sucking lightly until you squeak and push him back. he laughs, fingers tightening on your hips. “you mad?”

“yes,” you say, rubbing aloe along his biceps, watching how the green gel shines against his sun-flushed skin. “i wanted you to come lie with me. maybe i could’ve rubbed you down before you turned into a lobster.” you roll your eyes dramatically. “instead you were giggling with the boys like a teenage girl.”

he groans, pressing his forehead against your sternum. “baby,” he drawls, voice thick with affection. “please don’t call me a teenage girl.” his hands curl under your bikini straps, tugging them gently. “let me apologize properly. let me take you out of this.” he mouths at your stomach, biting lightly, and you shiver. “i promise i’ll make you feel better than aloe ever could.”

“you’re not tearing this bikini,” you warn, rubbing his forearms carefully. “if you rip another top with your teeth again, you owe me three new ones.”

his eyes spark. “done. let me be bad.” he leans back, giving you puppy eyes that contrast with the feral way he’s gripping your thighs. “please? i was out there thinking about your pussy all day. need to taste it.”

“you need to stop being horny for two seconds,” you say, though your voice wobbles because his mouth has migrated to your ribs, sucking along the curve, leaving wet spots. you tug his hair gently, forcing him to look up. “you’re seriously sunburnt. can you just sit still and let me fix you?”

“i’ll sit still if you sit on my face later,” he bargains. “i’m dying. please.” he kneads your ass with more insistence, thumbs pressing into the small of your back. he’s so touchy it’s almost ridiculous; every second his hands are sliding somewhere new, hooking under your bikini strings, gripping your thighs, squeezing your waist, tracing your spine. you sigh, trying to act annoyed, but the corners of your mouth tilt up.

“how are you so needy?” you ask, smoothing aloe down his torso. “you literally spent hours with your best friends.”

“they’re not you,” he says simply. “i can’t get hard looking at them.” he bites a path up your side, sucking a bruise under your ribs. you squeal. “they don’t smell like this. they don’t have this waist. they don’t have a pussy i’m obsessed with.” he groans, licking off a stray streak of aloe from your wrist. “you’re the only person i want to touch. i don’t even care how burnt i am.” he kisses the inside of your elbow, then your wrist, working his way down your arm like you’re dessert.

you shake your head, but your fingers soften against his skin. “you could’ve told me that when you were busy trash-talking your friends,” you grumble. “instead you kept ignoring me when i waved.”

“i saw you waving,” he says. “i waved back with my eyes.” you laugh despite yourself, smacking his chest lightly. he yelps, then grins. “i waved mentally. i was in the middle of beating them.” he kisses your sternum again, nosing at the dip between your breasts. “now i’m free. now i wanna make it all about you.”

you press your palm to his throat, not hard, just enough to push him back. “you such a handful,” you mutter, but the affection in your voice is obvious. “go take a cold shower after this.”

“only if you come with me,” he replies instantly. “if you don’t, i’ll stand outside the door and whine.” his hands slip lower, fingers curling under the string at your hip. “i wasted a whole day without touching you. i’m making up for lost time.” he pulls you closer, presses a kiss to your navel, and then bites it lightly. you gasp.

“clayton,” you warn.

“what? i’m being good.” he looks up innocently, but his eyes are blown, dark with lust. “i’m sitting here, letting you rub aloe on me, not throwing you over my shoulder like i want.” he takes one of your hands, kisses your knuckles, then sucks your index finger into his mouth. you shiver, legs wobbling. “if i was being bad, your bikini would already be on the floor.” he lets your finger go with a pop, smirking. “see? restraint.”

“barely,” you mutter, though you’re smiling now, cheeks flushed. you finish massaging aloe into his shoulders, then set the bottle down with a sigh. “there. you’re gooped up. stay inside for the rest of the day.”

“only if you sit on my lap,” he counters immediately. “i want you here.” he pats his thigh, eyes pleading. “c’mon, baby. please.”

you roll your eyes and climb onto his lap, straddling him, ignoring his triumphant grin. the warm gel transfers to your thighs where they press against his skin, and he hisses, grabbing your ass. “fuck, you’re perfect,” he says, voice raw. “look at you. my little nurse. my angel.” he kisses you, slow and deep, tongue sliding against yours.

“you’re still in trouble,” you murmur between kisses. “you ignored me.”

“i know,” he says, pulling back just enough to look at you. “i’m sorry.” he kisses your cheek, soft and sincere. “i get competitive and forget everything else. it’s dumb.” he nuzzles your jaw. “you looked so pretty today. i should’ve been glued to your chair.”