That’s all you’d heard. For weeks. Days on end all blurring into one.

And it had worked you up more than he’d realised, and more than he’d let himself feel.

You’d known why for some time, ever since you’d known him that was. At least a year and a half before, meeting in the dingy darkness of a dive bar, nothing special, only a casual meet up with some friends. But he’d kept his eyes on you all night, sipping the golden liquid from a crystal glass, smirk pulling at his lips as he winked at you.

There as an arrangement after that, what turned into casual sex and wanting, became conversation and knowing, somehow only fuelling the desire for eachother. Perhaps it was the way he referred to himself as ‘classic’, a gentleman even, or the fact he simply would not let you want for anything. Everything was paid for after that. The rent for months to come on your apartment, until you moved into his, shopping trips and late night dinners, all of it. Your friends knew what was up, snickering to themselves in the corner.

“He is not my sugardaddy.” You rolled your eyes, sipping from your glass of wine.

“Whatever you say love.”

It was lighthearted of course, the lot of them laughing with you as the pair of you caught eyed across the room. You were happy, both of you, despite all odds. One of them with him being much older than you. He’d joked about it at first, saying that your friends were right, and though it wasn’t entirely wrong, the way your hand hit at his chest, his larger one enclosing around yours, he slowed.

“It’s what you want it to be. You know you’re more than that to me.”

From then on things changed, for better and for.. somewhat worse. Things with him didn’t change, if anything they’d gotten closer, warmer. Still everything you’d ever asked for was gifted to you with a kiss and a promise, but you were in one another’s orbit. And slowly, he dragged you into his. Never any danger, or any trouble, that he kept you far from with a tight lip.

But instead, his latest scheme.

Money laundering. Gold rather, all ten million pounds worth of it. For a time it was kept under wraps, balaclava’s pulled over faces and hush money shoved tight behind backs at garden parties. But when word got out, that’s when things grew tense.

This was a way out, a new life, a better one, one to get you out of the shitty town you were confined to. Rain and overcast days would become sunshine and warmth, and that soon came, with bags packed and hand in hand tucked into a car in the middle of the night. Charlie didn’t speak of how high the stakes were, but with the distant buzz through the radio of ‘stolen gold’ and ‘searching presently’ you ha don’t guessed, a churning settling into your stomach.

He’d held you tighter that night, your head falling onto his shoulder as he drove you both through countryside and down to the coast, a hand absentmindedly squeezing your thigh every so often. The same feeling hit him, though it tightened in his chest, both proud and eager.

With you near enough in his arms, everything else out of your way, and half of the possession of gold in the back of the truck hidden beneath your belongings, that much was the good part.

And when you awoke on the ferry, a safer option than air travel, the sun was peeking over the horizon, a reminder of what life was going to be, and for once the anxiety turned to a calm. Travelling took a while, a few days more of driving until you made it. A coastal bay, an alcove with a small town and friendly locals.

Spain.

Days seemed longer, especially in the height of summer, the heat settling over the landscape of terracotta and limestone, palm trees swaying in the light ocean breeze. What was hidden beneath winter coats and jumpers was now you, blissed and baking under the summer sun in thin strap bikini’s and summerdresses. Bodies outstretched onto deck chairs, his arms above his head, sunglasses fallen onto his nose as he eyed you through the glow.

Though the other part came later.

Soon, he promised. In a little while, he always said. And you had listened, you’d heard it all, the late nights pulling the covers from you both when someone knocked onto the door, or the camisole ringing of the telephone took him from you mid conversation.

That was, until it got to be too much.

——

The peach of his polo shirt clung to his skin, marking the slight tan he’d worked up over the past few weeks, a heavy palm rested onto his thigh. His feet were planted to the cool floor, legs spread wide into the armchair, unapologetic, only igniting you further. He rested with his head back against the back of it, throat bobbing as he groaned.

“Is it a bad time..?” You called out to him, body leaning up against the wall just outside of the living room. He’d been pacing for a good few minutes, the soft chatter of the TV in the background breaking the silence between his curses and the ranting on the phone.

His head snapped up at your voice, scraping a hand over his face before his gaze found you, eyes taking you in without shame, his eyes softening. You were a sight, a you always were, curves eventuated and barely covered by the cream lace of your shawl, patterned flowers curling at the tops of your thighs, hair pulled up from the heat.

“Never sweetheart, c’mere.” He patted his thigh with the one hand, slinking down into the chair as you followed, standing between his spread knees. He was tired, you knew it, with the huff he made as he took you into his arms, pulling you tight to his chest. The pair of you stayed there for a few moments, eyes closed as you breathed him in, aftershave and cigarette smoke clinging to his skin.

A hand snaked to your lower back, rubbing circles as you sat up, bumping your nose to his, one arm tangling around his neck with a smile.

He exhaled harshly, bumping your nose back, lips ghosting before he closed the gap, pressing his to yours tightly. You fell into it, near whining as you felt the rumble in his chest, a groan he’d choked back form your touch. It had been too long. You rocked into him slowly, teasing through the fabric of his jeans, fingers testing over your thighs, both of you settling into one another before the familiar shrill of the telephone came.

His grip tightened on your waist, agitated, before releasing and huffing, his lips parting slightly from yours.

“I’ve got to get that..” Charlie mumbled, taking in every chaste kiss you pressed back at his lips, silencing him, and he took them gratefully, kissing back into your mouth before placing a palm at your cheek. Stopping you both, rather.. stopping himself.

“You can stay here.” You offered, more of a plea, shrugging yourself back onto him, arms tightening around his neck.

“Not right now, love.” He shook his head, thumb smoothing over the apple of your skin sadly.

“Come on..” You continued, whining out as you urged him on.

“No.”

He snapped, his movements stopping completely, a pause hanging between you both only cut through the same. Ting. Ting Ting. It was far too harsh, and he knew it, lifting you into his arms and settling you to your feet in front of him as he stood. And that was it. You sucked in a breath, a pang punching you in your chest, as you felt the stinging in your eyes when his found yours again, apologetic and already regretting.

He reached a hand out for you as you moved from him, stepping back and forth across the floor as he watched you leave the room, deciding it best to chase after the phone instead.

You wrapped your arms at your sides, shutting the door behind you with a heavy slam. Charlie had a habit of this, not losing his temper with you, never you, but growing distant, and temperamental, though this was different. Too long worth of longing, and far too long of stress getting the best of him.

And now more than ever. Even as he gripped the phone tightly, gritting out a short “What?” from what you had heard through the door, he’d only thought of you. The sour look on your face when he snapped, how much you wanted him as bad as he’d wanted you, and how he could see it. How it only made him ache more.

That’s when a plan came to your mind, drying the threatened tears from your eyes.

——

The shawl fell at your feet, slinking down to reveal your body in the mirror, and you twirled as you span around. It was his favourite one. A dark vintage styled bikini, the one that showed all of your curves, and every trace of you with tied bottoms that pulled tight over your hips.

It had been hours, and though he knocked on the door many times, you’d ignored him, reading your book, slinking past him as he sat on the balcony, tending to random ornaments as both of you attempted to distract yourself. And he’d seen it all, eyes squinting at you as you moved around him, and he’d stayed vigilant, for a while.

That was until your other move.

It was hot. The kind where all sweat clings to you and the air feels tight, leaving you more bothered than you had been before. You could feel his eyes on you, heavy strides going after the phone just behind you down the corridor, your eyes widening at the coolness of the freezer.

You’d thanked yourself for the days before when you had both walked to the local corner shop, taking a few treats, some ice lollies from the freezer to cool down with. There were only a few left, all colours of the rainbow rolling around your fingers as you chose one, bending over just enough as you reached in.

“Yeah it will all be sorted by then, that’s what I said yeah—“ Charlie cut himself short, the fridge door barely hiding you as you bent over, the bikini bottom pulling just around the curve of your ass.

“Ah.” You picked the one, tangerine into your hand, unwrapping it before throwing the excess away, slipping the cool treat into your mouth with a hum. The sweet taste of orange coated your tongue, cooling down your body as you went about your business, shutting the freezer closed with a shove.

Minutes passed and you were driving him mad. The conversation wasn’t even that bad, it was important, news of the latest drop off incoming fairly soon, but the voice on the other end had not stopped talking, and he found himself not listening.

Not when you were right there. Barely dressed, pent up and rightfully pissed at him, and just.. gorgeous. But that wasn’t all, no, it was the noise. The sounds you were making that you made sure to make. The loud, incessant slurping of your mouth around the ice lolly, dragging your tongue along it as you padded your way around the apartment.

You had got caught up in moving the newspapers and magazines on the kitchen table, barely noticing how the lolly had dripped its sticky sweetness down to your chest, juice sliding down your chin and into the curve of your cleavage.

You didn’t care to, this wasn’t torture.. though perhaps a little, this was payback.

But he noticed it.

Closing the phone to the wall as he moved, stepping across the room until his chest met your back.

“Dropped a bit there baby.” He noted, breathing sharply behind you, shoulders sagging tense though you could see them.

You only shrugged, sucking the treat back into your mouth as you feigned ignorance, flipping through the pages on the table.

“Wanting to tease me..?” His head dipped slightly, hands coming to grasp at either one of your hips, toying with the waistband of your bikini.

Truth is, you were. The smirk crept up onto your face as your gaze fell to your breasts, watching as the stickiness fell down your bikini top.

“Not been giving you what you wanted? Daddy neglecting you hm..?” His mouth pressed at your neck from behind, drawing the loose hairs at the nape of your neck aside as his lips reached your skin, sucking down sharply. You shivered, feeling his lips against you, and the hardness poking you from behind, feeling all of him.

You turned slowly, his hands not moving from their rest at your hips as he moved you into the table, pinching just so at your skin, your eyes meeting his as you looked up. Darkened blues met yours, searching over your face, and the answer was clear.

You were. And he knew exactly why.

“I shouldn’t have said that earlier.” He admitted, taking the lolly from your mouth, dropping it onto the table beside you, it pulling with a pop, as he exhaled deeply through his nose.

His forehead pressed to yours, leaning down as he breathed you in.

“I’m sorry.. it’s only us.” He assured, the sight of the phone cord hanging against the wall giving you the only answer you needed to know as you glanced behind him.

You were, and he was yours.

You only nodded back, arms curling around and up his back, inviting him, but his mouth didn’t move to yours, not yet. Instead he dipped his head, the hairs at the top of his head tickling your chin as he moved to your breast, tutting slightly before darting out his tongue, trailing it along the stickiness at your skin. He swirled his tongue, tasting where the ice lolly had dripped, along your collarbone, to the hollow of your throat, finally meeting your mouth as he sucked you in.

“Messy girl.” He groaned, poking his tongue between your lips, the remnants of orange juice mixing with the taste of smoke burnt at his lips, branding your own.

Your mouths worked against, into, and around one another through moans and whines, the fingers curled at your hip now sliding slowly through the tied hoops of your bottoms, slipping through either side until they came undone with a steady pull. They slid down your legs, shedding the final layer between you as the one hand moved to cup your breast through the fabric, working at the tie around your neck.

“Too much of this—“ He yanked it harsher that time, the stitches pulling with a smack as it fell behind you onto the table, your nipples pebbling under his touch, rolling them between his thumb. His mouth stayed locked to yours, licking into it as he held you in place, hands trailing your sides up and down.

The hard on in his pants was strained, tenting all the way between you as he dragged himself forward, rolling his hips into you. “Feel that..” He pulled you to him in the other hand, fabric dampening under your wetness where he slid through your bare heat, “All for you.”

You moaned, wriggling back into the bulge in his pants, rolling your lip between your teeth needily.

“Brat..” His hand clasped up and around your throat, squeezing just enough where the other held your hip, lifting you up in one motion, wrapping your legs around him as he placed you onto the table, your bare ass hitting the cool marble.

“Look at you, my poor girl..” His lips found your neck, teeth dragging along your throat as fingers moved down your body, shivering down your abdomen until it reached your core. Two pushed into your folds, gathering your wetness on them as his breath hitched, eyes darkening as they looked up to yours, near lidded with pleasure and wanting. He swiped your clit tenderly, motions back and forth drawing your whines wanton and sloppy, arching into his grip where he barely touched you, only firmly in place at your hip.

He stayed like that for a while, stood between your legs, drawing you closer to your edge as the warmth swarmed your core, the pleasure from your clit tugging harshly at you. Until he pulled away, swift and carelessly.

“What the..” You went to curse, face flushed and the hairs at the back of your neck sticking in a frenzy, agitated from the loss. He had made you wait too long, and now he was to make you wait longer.

But he only stood, a small smirk pulling at his face, taking a step back only to tug the shirt form over his head, bearing himself to you. The tanned plush muscle of his chest and stomach pulling deep to the faint v-line sat right above what you wanted most.

“Good girls wait..” He paused, gripping his aching cock from beneath his jeans, slipping the zipper down as he watched your face. You were clouded, eyes hazed and desperate, and he couldn’t deny you any longer, and it wasn’t like he’d wanted to. There was too much time for that, “but fuck I won’t make you.”

He shrugged the jeans to the floor, belt clinking as he pulled it free, the metal hitting the floor with a loud crack, but he didn’t find it in him to care, swiping a finger through your folds once more, dragging them up to your lips. You sucked them into your mouth, tongue circling as you tasted yourself. His hands moved at your sides, sliding you to the edge of the table and closer to him.

The broad of his cockhead rubbed up against your wetness, sliding between your cunt as he held himself there, thrusting up onto your clit as he grunted.

“Please..”

“Please what hm?” His finger pointed under your chin, forcing your eyes to meet his.

“Please.. daddy.”

“That’s my girl.” He praised, kissing you once as a smile tugged to his lip.

He pushed in with own steady motion, the veins of his cock pulsing with every inch he tortured you with slowly, careful as he stretched you open. It was a familiar burn, aching and intense, your head lulling into his as he rocked into you.

“Open up for me baby.. that’s it.”

Your fingers gripped the tight muscle of his back, pulling beneath your nails as you clung to him, his arm snaking around your waist to hold you there, sheathing himself fully into you with a heavy groan. You breaths became ragged, bodies settling into one another as he moved, connecting you both with every thrust, slow at first, but the pace becoming rhythmic and rampant, desperate with days worth of barely able to touch one another without interruption.

"Fucking hell. Not making you wait sweetheart, only going to make you take my cock isn't that right."

You mewled in response, a broken sound escaping from your throat as he worked you open, tongue darting back into your mouth as he fucked into you with fervour, with an aching need that marked your swollen cunt. The heat pooling in your stomach built, the graze of his skin and the slap of his balls smacking into you with every drag of his length, tightening your core, made you clench around him.

“Go on, let it happen darling girl.”

Your body reacted before you could speak, a wave of wetness crashing onto his cock as you moaned loudly, your orgasm tearing through you as your legs shook around him. Back arched into his hold as he continued to fuck into you and through your high.

He slowed as he moved from you, sliding you back into his arms and turning you around, shoving you beneath him. His lips found yours, sharp and adoring, barely leaving you before he sheathed himself back inside, a heavy palm pushing at your lower back to mould you into his hold, the front of your legs pressed into the hard table. Your ass rested right into him as his hand curled back around your neck.

His hips dragged back into you, blue eyes raking over your body enough to swallow you whole, the way your tits bounced with the force of his thrusts, a hand cupping them and rolling them into his fingers, the slack of your mouth fallen open, and eyes rolled back.

It made him grow sloppy, hand tightening just slightly to cup at your chin, angling your head back to him, feeling himself come close.

The coolness of his silver chain dangled over your shoulder and into your face, and you smirked through your haze. He only looked at you quizzically, lust blown pupils following your movements with a grunt as you dragged it into your mouth, tugging at the silver until it wrapped metallic around your tongue. You yanked it downward between you teeth, the chain scraping along the back of his neck, sending him closer into you by the slightest.

An arm braced at the tables edge at your side, steadying himself just enough as the other stayed gripped at your breast, snatching his mouth back to yours as he drove into you harder, a gasp falling from your mouth. The chain hung between you both, twinkling in the low light as his teeth clashed against yours. He rocked into you, making you take every harsh thrust of his cock, a finger running down your body drawing you closer, your cunt pulsing around him as another orgasm approached.

“Mine.. all mine.” His words were punctuated with every thrust, pants rasped into your ear as your bodies collided, your climax crashing over you like a wave.

“Yours.” You moaned, slipping into his arms as he caught you on shaky legs, crying out as his mouth sucked down onto your shoulder, hips stuttering as he spilled inside of you, fucking into the wet squelch of your cunt until you both were spent.

“Come here, I’ve got ya.”

——

Sweat clung to your bodies, draped in the thinnest sheet you could find. Hot and bothered but sticky and sated together, the cool breeze blew in from the open balcony window, the darkness closing in as the sun had set over the oceans view.

Neither of you were asleep, your head laid onto his chest listening to the steady thrum, toying with the same chain he always wore, his fingers trailing up and down your bare back. You’d been there ever since he’d carried you in from the kitchen table, taking you into his arms as he peppered kisses over your face and body, laying you gently down onto your shared bed.

And with a promise.

One that he’d made sure to take you all night, over and over again, with nothing to bother you, and nothing to get in the way.