Info - friends to lovers, masturbating, being caught masturbation, loud sex, friends overhearing sex
The group trip was going well. We hadn't stepped on one another's toes too much, the sights were beautiful, the snacks were delicious, the inside jokes were making us snort laugh, and there had been only one major problem. Timothée Hal Chalamet. He was my friend, friend, friend, I must remember that. He wasn't an option as thick as the tension between us felt.
"Damn y/l/n," Timothée smirked when I came down to the hotel pool. His eyes lazily scanned my body.
"I didn't know you were hiding all that under old band t-shirts and mom jeans," he was clearly admiring my bikini. I'd picked it up at our last stop after he'd said it was hot.
"There wouldn't be any reason you bought that particular suit is there?" He whispered, breath hot in my ear.
"Wouldn't you like to know," I said smugly. Though he took my breath away, I couldn't let him have the upper hand.
"Ohhhh, cold," he chuckled.
"You two, quit flirting and get in!" Called our friend. We did as they said, but he didn't stop teasing. He would accidentally brush my ass. He would wink at me after making an impressive volley ball shot. He just wouldn't stop. Finally, my pussy was burning too much. I made an excuse to go back up to the hotel room.
I flopped down on the bed immediately, not even waiting to peel off my suit. I simply pushed the bottoms to the side and began to work my clit.
"Timothée," I gasped. I moaned deeply as I fondled my breast. I pinched my nipple imagining his sexy smirk.
"Timmy, so good, fuck me," I beg as I plunged two fingers inside myself. My body arched against my hand.
"Timothée, fuuuuuuuck," I whined and I heard the door click. I dreaded what I'd see when I opened my eyes. I did it anyway. Timothée was standing with his mouth wide open.
"You were masturbating," he stated plainly. I didn't say a thing. My heart was pounding.
"You were saying my name," he continued.
"Timothée I-"
"You're so fucking hot," he swore and pounced on me. He was kissing me intensely and feeling all over me.
"Do you know how badly I want you," he nearly growled. He was wrestling off his swim trunks.
"I thought it was, FUCK!" I couldn't finish as he pushed his cock inside me.
"One sided."
"Absolutely not, I've wanted you from the moment I met you," he whispered in my ear. I was panting as he pumped inside me deeply.
"Oh fuck me," I whimpered as my nails sunk into his bare back.
"I've been trying, for fucking years," he gritted out.
"Do I feel good?" I asked as I met his thrusts.
"So damn good," he gasped. He bit into my neck and I cried out needily.
"Just like that, loud for me baby," he crooned.
"You too, show me how I feel," I pleaded. He let out someone akin to a roar as he impaled me deeper than anyone ever had.
"Yes! Yes! Yes!" I screamed. I flipped up so I was riding his cock fast and hard.
"Oh fuck yeah baby!" He praised. His hands were on my hips, aiding my bounces.
"Fuck," I whined and felt up my breasts.
"I'll do that," he snapped and slapped my hands away. He was massaging and kneading my breasts. He pinched and rolled my nipples.
"You set my body on fire!" I cried.
"You fucking mesmerise me," he groaned as his hips jutted up to meet my bounces.
"I'm close Timothée, you're so deep," I wailed.
"Good girl, such a good fucking girl," he praised.
"I'm going to come! Fuck I'm gonna come!" I panted. I let go and my walls squeezed him. He grunted deeply and slammed his hips up. He was painting my insides white.
"Yes, fuck I love your cum," I gasped. I relished the feeling of sticky wetness inside me.
"Fuck your cunt is magic," he moaned.
"I loved that," I whimpered as I climbed off him.
"You're gonna be sore tomorrow," he teased and smacked my ass.
"Hey you," I giggled. He caught my face in his hands. He kissed me deeply and sweetly.
"You're amazing," he whispered.
"So are you," I said back happily. We were holding hands as we exited the room. To our surprise all our friends were standing with smug smiles outside the room.
"You two finished yet?" Asked one. I was hot all over.
"Shut up," Timothée muttered.
