There was one thing everyone in Pelican Town knew about Sam, he was the kindest person there. He was loud, friendly, nice, helpful, etc. He had many positive quirks. There was one thing people didn't know, not even you, and it was how sex driven he was. He was hungry for it, he needed it in order to function properly. You only knew because of a drunken night on the beach. The two of you sat just above where the tide reached and talked for hours. You two slowly inched closer and closer before your shoulders were pressed together and your faces were inches apart. You continued talking, except he would glance at your lips, lingering whenever your spoke. He bit his lip, watching the gloss on your shine in the moonlight. You two were whispering over the waves, hoping no one could hear a single private words that left your lips.
It wasn't like he was trying to hit on you, no, he knew how to treat people normally. That didn't stop him from fucking his hand to the thought of you whenever he saw you in town. He'd spend the rest of his evening tugging at his cock, moaning your name softly.
This night was heaven sent, fate maybe. Sebastian was sick and couldn't come hang out, Abigail had plans to go out of town, so the two of you got drinks together. You stumbled out of Gus's, laughing as you walked to the beach. Sam so gladly accepted this moment with you, staring at your flushed face and how soft your skin looked. He enjoyed the tender touches you offered when you would speak to him. Who knew you were so touchy when you drank?
On the beach, you shook his hand as you told a story. You were excited, reliving the memory you told. Sam listened, looking down at your chest which moved as you shook him. My god, you were fucking delicious. In the middle of what you were saying, you let out a loud scream. You jumped and flung yourself into Sam, trying to escape whatever the fuck touched your back. You turned and saw that it was a little crab trying to burrow itself in the sand. You saw it's little claw before it disappeared into the sand. You laughed at how dramatic your reaction was before you turned to Sam who held a look of lust in his eyes. You realized that you were fully on top of him, you'd shoved him into the sand and hand your entire body against his. Before you could move, stuttering out apologies, he gripped thighs and held you in place. You were perfectly on his cock, the pressure and heat of your body causing him to groan.
"Sam?" You questioned, wondering if what was happening was real. The sounds surrounding you confirmed you weren't dreaming. The waves crashing and the smell of the salt kept you grounded.
"Yeah?" He said softly, his body ached. He was so sensitive to the touch. The last time he'd actually fucked someone had been months so physical contact with anyone, especially someone as enticing as you, drove him insane.
"What're you doing?" You said, unable to fully process what he was doing. He was grinding against your clothed pussy and you wondered if it was a dream. You moaned softly, staring down at him as you straddled his waist.
"You feel good, farm girl," he admitted, pushing further into you. You were growing wet, accepting that this was happening. It wasn't a dream, it wasn't imaginary, you were really sitting on this pretty boy's waist. You were actually the source of pleasure for him. The only issue was the sand, but for now, that was the least of your worries. The way it dug into your knees, the crab that caused this, none of that mattered. All that mattered was that you were both drunk, and suddenly very aware of each other's sexual needs. You didn't stop him, you couldn't, it felt too fucking good.
"So do you," you whimpered, earning a soft moan from him.
"Do you know how distracting you are? You're so fucking gorgeous. God, you're sexy. You're irresistible. You always smell so good," he pulled you closer with every word. You were still confused at how quickly he flipped. You wanted to kiss him so bad, his lips were bruising from how hard he was biting down on them in an attempt to not completely go insane from your touch.
