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⚠️ definitely annoying pt2- rooster

But it was purely due to your annoyance. Had less than anything to do with Rooster’s body, or his features, or the way he’d run his teeth over his lip in delight whenever he teased you. Or the way he was looking at you right now as he pushed himself forward, pressing you closer to the table.

“Lay down on that blanket,” he ordered in a raspy voice hardly above a whisper. He indicated the blue and white striped blanket he had been laying on in the earlier part of the day, held down by a few rocks at the corners to prevent it being ruffled by the light breeze. You balked at first, frowning into another kiss and trying to slip your hand inside his pants. He lightly tapped your hand away and growled, “I said, lay down on that blanket so I can taste your pretty pussy. Maybe that’ll keep you quiet for a few minutes.” The internal war between your desire to best Rooster and your desire for him was raging, but when he lifted you off the table with your legs still wrapped around him, the latter won out. You stumbled over to the towel and laid on your back, chest heaving with nerves and anticipation. It was just gonna be a quick, probably sub-par fuck, and then back to hating Rooster, you reminded yourself as he lowered himself to the ground, at eye level with your bent knees. The second his fingers trailed from your waist to the bathing suit top you still had on and yanked it off, however, that reminder became a little blurry in your mind. He then hooked fingertips over the waistband and your bikini bottoms underneath them and tugged them slowly down your legs. 

Bradley Fucking “Rooster” Bradshaw smirked. “You don’t have anything to say now, sweetheart?” 

The last ounce of fight inside you made you prop yourself up on your elbows and snap, “I’ll believe that you’re God’s gift to humanity if you can get even kind of close to making me come. Because right now一” Bradley buried his face in your cunt, and that final ounce floated out of your body and out across the ocean. 

You swore and dug your fingers into Bradley’s hair as he moved slowly, tongue dragging upwards to your clit and sucking it into his mouth. “Jesus!” you cried, so thankful, really, more thankful than you’d ever been, that the beach was devoid of any other living souls. He pulled at your clit a few times with his lips then rubbed his tongue in a tight circle over it. 

Never in your life had the pleasure built up this quickly. It was unreal. You choked and moaned and yanked him by his hair deeper into you. When you tugged, Rooster had to momentarily come up for air and laugh, and in doing so, his nose brushed your sensitive bud and made you cry out once more. 

“I thought this would shut you up a little bit, baby,” he hummed, and had you been in any sort of coherent mental state, you would have rolled your eyes. “Make you quit yelling at me or complaining about how I always have to do everything better than you.” Bradley slid a finger inside you without warning and began pumping with gentle strokes. “You know I just do all that shit to get your attention, right? You get so pissed off and stare me down with those fuck-me eyes and it gets me so fucking hard,” he muttered, kissing around your cunt and trailing little licks and bites up and down your hips.

Your mind reeled. There would be time, after no part of him was inside you anymore, to process everything he was saying. For right now, you just had to make him stop talking. Or keep talking. Which was it? Hard to remember with two of his fingers now fucking you hard and fast, and his tongue lazily swirling around your clit. You were an inch from the edge when Rooster thrust particularly hard with his fingers, pressed the pad of his thumb right into the spot you needed it most, and raised his head to look at you.

His chin was glistening with everything he’d hungrily taken from your cunt, and he smiled his smug-ass smile as he said, “You’re gonna come all over my hand, baby, and you’re gonna love it.”