Inspired

With our swimsuits kindly retrieved by Elijah, we wade out of the ocean and wrap towels around our shoulders before heading back to the cabin. It's subtle, but along the way I catch Freddie and Jack both snatching glances at our bodies when they think no one is looking. Clearly, watching us skinny dipping has put them in a certain frame of mind. I can't say they're on their own, though - when I lock eyes with Jack as he tries to sneak another look at my bikini-covered chest, I feel anticipation trickle into my navel, and I bite my lip.

How to get him on his own, though?

An idea pops into my head. "Ah crap," I say, feigning a sudden realization. "Guys, I think I left my earrings back at the beach."

"Ugh, Alicia you dumbass," Amy groans. "We're basically back already!"

"Sorry, sorry," I say. "It's fine, you guys go ahead, I'll see you at the cabin." I catch Jack's eye, hoping that he'll pick up on my signal, or at least do the decent thing and offer to escort me anyway. He seems none the wiser, though.

"You sure? It's quite late, it might be safer to wait until morning," Freddie says, although I catch him give Jack a nudge with his elbow. "Do you want someone to come with you?"

"Um ... No, it's fine," I say, pretending to be too embarrassed to ask for help. I turn around and start heading back towards the skinny dipping spot.

Jack catches up to me a second later. "Mind if I tag along? Wouldn't want you wandering in the dark on your own," he says.

"Sure." I try to hide my smirk as I glance over my shoulder and wave at the others. "See you later, guys!"

Amy rolls her eyes and waves back, and Freddie gives me a wink. Dani and Elijah are already holding hands as they troop back towards the cabin. Lucky pricks, they have their own room.

"So, where did you last have them?" asks Jack as we start to retrace our steps towards the cove.

"Oh, I know exactly where they are. We just need to get there," I say coyly. "So, did you enjoy your reward for cheating earlier?"

"Hey, look, I said I was sorry. I just really didn't want to lose," he says.

I stop and grin at him, tilting my head seductively. "Oh no, I wasn't being sarcastic. I was asking if seeing the three of us naked turned you on?" Taking a step closer, I slide a finger along his collarbone. "Did it get you ... worked up?"

Jack narrows his eyes, a slight smile on his lips. "What are you playing at, Alicia? I thought you wanted to find your earrings."

"Mm, silly me. Sorry, I must have gotten distracted," I say sarcastically, continuing along the path as it winds up an incline. At the top, it levels out into a rocky outcrop before beginning its descent back towards the cove. Rather than continuing down to where we undressed, though, I leave the path and head out onto the outcrop.

"Where are you going?" Jack asks as he trots to catch up. "You're up to something, aren't you?"

I giggle. "I'm just trying to find my earrings, I swear!" I lead him down between some rocks and into a small gap sheltered from the wind, then get on my hands and knees as if searching. "They must be down here somewhere!"

"Okay, seriously, what are you playing at?" He laughs, although he still walks closer. "You've got ten seconds to tell me or I'm hypnotizing you."

"I told you, I'm looking for my earrings," I giggle, ignoring his threat as I scrabble around on my hands and knees. "They're not here. Maybe ..."

I turn around and crawl towards him until I'm kneeling at his feet. Biting my lip, I look up at him and slowly reach forward, brushing my hand against the front of his swim trunks. His eyes bore into mine as he stands silhouetted by the moonlight. I feel him twitch under my fingers.

"Maybe they're in here," I whisper. Slowly, I take hold of his trunks and begin to pull them down. He watches me, his mouth slightly open, as if he is unable to believe his eyes. He doesn't make a single move to stop me.

His cock springs out. I gasp, then **** out a laugh at my own reaction. "Holy shit," I whisper, moving to the side to see it from another angle in case my eyes were playing tricks on me. It looks almost as long as my forearm, and it isn't even fully erect yet. "You're fucking huge."

It twitches as if in response to my praise, and I flick my gaze up to Jack's face again. His expression morphs from stunned to sly in a split-second. "And ... What are you going to do about it?" he asks huskily.

I grin, teasing a fingernail along his pelvis and down to the base of his shaft, letting it brush the small tangle of pubic hair. As if it senses my approach, his cock continues to swell until it is fully hard. Jesus. It has to be at least ten inches. I stare at it, entranced by the thought of it entering my pussy. I've never considered myself particularly fussy about size, but after this ... God, I doubt I'm ever going to be the same. That thing looks long enough to reach into my brains and scramble them permanently.

"Alicia?" he asks, smirking. "Getting a little distracted?"

I tear my eyes away from his cock and look up at him, grinning gleefully like a kid in a candy shop. Wordlessly, I lean forwards and gently place a kiss on his head, and Jack closes his eyes and sucks in a breath. I give him another kiss, and another, and then my lips wrap around his shaft and I'm stroking him as my tongue swirls around his head. God, he tastes so good - the lingering taste of saltwater on his skin, underlined by a hint of his musk. I moan, and my free hand slips between my legs and starts to gently rub myself through my bikini.

"Holy shit," Jack groans softly. His fingers slide through my hair, and his soft brown eyes gaze down at me, enraptured.

I pop him out of my mouth, grinning and tilting my head. "Good?" I smirk.

"Fucking amazing," he says huskily. The lust in his voice makes my knees weak. "Keep going."

"Duh," I smirk.

I take him back into my mouth, bobbing my head up and down on him as my hand works his shaft. My lips slide back and forth over the lip of his head, and Jack lets out a strangled moan at the pleasure. I grin and retreat - I don't want him to cum just yet. Instead, I gently begin to suck on his balls. His pubes tickle my lips.

After a few moments of letting him recover, I kiss my way up his entire shaft before wrapping my lips around him again. This time, I want to show him just how nasty I can be, so I relax my throat as best I can and slide forwards, looking pleadingly into his eyes. His eyelids flutter as his head slides down the back of my throat. Don't gag, don't gag, I think to myself. Somehow, it works, and I find my lips pressed against his stomach with his entire length rammed down my oesophagus.

His fingers curl in my hair. "Oh, holy shit, Alicia," he groans.

I splutter as the urge to gag overwhelms me, and pull back as thick, slimy saliva fills my mouth. I gasp for air, grinning triumphantly while I leisurely stroke his shaft. I'm literally so proud of myself - I used to struggle with deepthroating my ex, at only six inches, but apparently I can handle a full ten now. Not sure it makes any sense, but I'll take the win.

Continuing to rub myself through my bikini, I look up at him with wide, **** eyes. "Do you like that, baby? You like seeing me **** on your big dick?"

Jack stares at me for a moment before grabbing me by the hair and pulling me back around his cock. I'll take that as a yes. I allow him to push me halfway down his shaft before I give him a look and pull back. He gets the message, and the pressure on the back of my head releases.

Instead, I play his head around my mouth with my tongue, slurping as I stroke the rest of his length with the hand that isn't busy taking care of myself. Jack moans, his fingers curling into my hair as his eyes roll back in pleasure. The sound of him losing control turns me on even more, and my hand pulls my bikini bottoms aside and I slide two fingers into my sopping pussy. Pleasure ripples through my body.

Slowly, inexorably, I draw him on towards his orgasm. I alternate between swirling my tongue around his head as I stroke him, and taking him deeper into my wet mouth. The slurps and moans echo dully around the cave, with only the distant crash of the waves for company.

Before too long, Jack's head lolls back, and I feel him start to twitch in my mouth. "Fuck! Jesus!" he groans as he pulls out abruptly and strokes himself hard, a strand of spit still hanging between my lips and his head.

My eyes widen as I realize what is about to happen a split-second before it does. A rope of cum leaps from his cock and lands across my face, and I flinch. My left eye stings - I shouldn't have left my eyes open. I squeeze them shut just in time to receive another spurt, and another, and soon my face is criss-crossed with sticky white semen.

Jack groans, and his cock taps my cheek as he shakes the last few drops of cum onto my skin. "Fuck, Alicia, that was so good," he gasps.

I wipe my face with my hand and look up at him. My left eye can barely open, still stinging from the cum that landed in it. He frowns at my annoyed expression - clearly he was expecting gratitude for his generosity of cumming on my face, or something.

"I'm not a fan of facials, Jack," I glower up at him.

"S-sorry, I thought -"

"You thought girls want cum all over them? You do realize sex and porn are two very different things, right?" I wipe my hand on a small patch of grass to get most of the cum off, but some stays stuck to me. I groan. The orgasm I had been building towards is definitely out of reach. "At the absolute bare minimum, give a girl some warning before you pull that shit."

His eyes flash, and he pulls his swim trunks back up over his softening cock. "Whatever. Next time, I'm gonna cum all over your face and make you leave it for the rest of the day."

"Next time? Next time?" I laugh. "Jesus christ, Jack, can you even hear yourself? If you said that to anyone except me, there wouldn't be a next time. She'd realize how entitled you are and bounce. I thought big dick energy gave guys confidence, not superiority complexes."

His jaw juts forward, and he stares at the ground between us in sullen silence. Then he looks at me, his face stony but a hint of remorse in the corners of his eyes. "What did you mean, 'except me'?"

"I - Well, you can make me do anything you want, can't you?" I say, fiddling with my bikini and avoiding his gaze. That's certainly a reason, but I'm not sure it's the only one.

He scrutinizes me for a moment, then hangs his head. "Right. Sorry."

I shrug uncomfortably. "It's ... okay."

In awkward silence, we climb down to the surf so that I can clean the last of the cum off my face. My eye still stings as I begin leading us back to the cabin. When Jack asks about my earrings, I pull them out of my purse and dangle them in front of him, and he finally gets it and lets out an awkward laugh.