VEGASPETE🔞+HER CRUEL BODYGUARD

Chepter 29[🔞+]

PETE POV

We rented a tiny baby blue Fiat Car and rode the winding streets of the southern Provence with it until we reached our final goal, a small beach town, a former fishing village, between Nizza and Antibes. The town had two beaches, one easily accessible beach close to the promenade, and another one which could only be reached by boat or by climbing down a narrow, steep staircase that was beaten into the Peris more than a century ago.

Vegas carried our backpack as we clambered down the staircase. We could have easily afforded to rent a boat or even a yacht to reach the beach. Money was hardly an issue, but during our entire time in Paris, apart from the central and expensive apartment, Vegas and I had tried to live a basic life, like a student like myself would.

I enjoyed the simplicity of it and it made me appreciate the little things all the more. I knew Vegas hadn’t expected me to be able to live without luxuries. Despite it being only ten in the morning, the beach was already beginning to fill up with visitors. Some only came down for a few spectacular photos for Instagram but others spread out their towels or even beach tents.

Vegas and I settled on towels close to the cliffs on the right. Because this part of the beach was still in the shadows, it wasn’t as populated as the rest and so Vegas and I could enjoy a touch of privacy.

I got out of my beach slip then began to unhook my bikini top.

“What are you doing?” Vegas growled.

“I’m doing what many French boys do when they go to the beach, I’m flashing my body's.”

Vegas glanced around. men of every age sunned topless. A couple of girls even played ping pong, their perky breasts bobbing up and down with every jump.

“I’m not sure I like other men staring at your body.”

I laughed and stretched out on the towel. “You’ll survive.”

I ignored the little voice that said he’d soon enough have to share me with Marco. It wasn’t welcome right now.

“Seeing you half naked like that makes me regret my choice of shorts.”

Vegas wore tight short pants that accentuated his muscled ass and his impressive junk, which was growing. He sat down close to me with a look I knew too well.

I grinned. Then my eyes registered a couple on the beach that was kissing really passionately, he actually lying on top of him. And another couple in the ocean was definitely getting it on.

Vegas followed my gaze, a smirk twisting his face. “I’m really starting to love France.”

“Only took you two and a half years,” I teased.

He stretched out beside me, his head propped up on his palm. His smile promised trouble. I rolled on my side. “What?”

He scooted closer and kissed me, slow, but with purpose. I knew this kiss. My eyes fluttered, handing myself over to the sensation. Kissing Vegas always gave me life. After a while, my nipples puckered and wetness gathered between my legs.

Vegas pulled back slightly, his eyes trailing over my attention-seeking nipples. “Seeing them and not being able to suck them is torture.”

I bit my lip, the idea of Vegas’s hot mouth around my sensitive flesh only increasing my need. I glanced along the beach to see if anyone was watching, but people were busy with themselves.

Vegas scooted even closer then slid his hand between my legs, at first only resting it on my inner thigh. Then his thumb grazed my cock  over the fabric and his lips claimed mine once more. While his tongue teased my mouth his thumb graced me lightly. The simple touch and his kiss with the added thrill of being in a public place soon had me sopping wet.