Queenie • Nicolas
Sexual content, viewers discretion advised.
(an: another long one for my babies. about 5.6k words)
Queenie smiled as she concluded the process of getting ready to go out with her friends. She'd gone on a girls trip to Miami to destress, and destress she would do.
(an: listen ik miami is cursed but that don't exist here)
On the regular she worked as a paramedic, and the hours were long and difficult. Her friends Giselle and Kimora had convinced her to take the plunge, and apply for the time off.
She'd recently gone through a break up, and do you know what they said? City girls up 10,000.
There was a knock at the door to her hotel room, and she hurriedly scampered to the door to answer. She barely spared the peephole a glance because she already knew who was on the other side.
She dramatically posed before unlocking the door and opening it.
Giselle kissed her teeth, "are you ready to go yet?"
"No," she ran her hands down her sides. "You can't rush perfection, it takes time."
Giselle and Kimora walked into the room, and Giselle closed the door behind them. They sat down on the bed as Queenie grabbed her purse, "are you sure you need to go out then? You seem fine."
"Aht, just because I got broken up with, that does not mean I forgot that I'm a bad bitch. I don't think any man could ever make me forget that," Queenie replied.
Kimora shook her head, snapping her fingers.
"Are y'all ready to go?" Queenie asked them.
"Yeah, I feel like we need to get out of here before I try to go back to my room and get in the bed," Kimora answered.
"I'm just trying to find a man to buy me some drinks... so yeah." Giselle added.
"Alright, then let's go. Y'all got your room keys? Because if I bring someone back here and you're locked out of your rooms y'all gon' be assed out." She said.
"Yes! Now let's go," Giselle increasingly became more impatient.
They coincidentally formed a single-file line as they headed out of the room and in the direction of the elevator.
The group of three giggled and joked with one another as they made it to the elevator, Kimora pressing the button.
The bell dinged, and it's doors opened. Three tall men were already on it, conversing. One of them had caught Queenie's eye,
and she caught his.
The three men politely moved over so that Queenie, Giselle, and Kimora could get on. They merely watched, taking in their bikinis.
Giselle moved to pick the first floor, but it'd already been picked.
The girls stayed to themselves, discussing the beach party that they were headed to.
"You gon' find you a lil zaddy 'Mora? Dare I say... a papito?" Queenie teased Kimora.
"Maybe just for while we're here. What Pop Smoke say? Bae for the day and bae for the night? I don't even know, but what I do know is he won't be my man." She replied.
Giselle high-fived Kimora, "and that's why you're my twin. What about you Queenie?"
"I'm just looking to have fun. Whatever happens, happens." Queenie answered, adjusting her shoulder bag.
"Oh that's code for she need some dick." Giselle said.
Queenie quickly raised her hand to smack Giselle's forearm. "That is not what that means."
"Yes it does," Kimora nods. "You don't have to pretend."
"The way I'm not?" Queenie asked rhetorically. "Also, y'all are being way too loud acting like we're the only ones in the elevator."
"Girl don't be shy we know you a freak and the one you were ogling probably can tell you are." Giselle commented.
Queenie rolled her eyes, silently wishing she hadn't answered their question. "The both of you are embarrassing."
"But you love us," they replied in unison.
Eventually, the elevator came to a halt and the women got off. The men followed, but ended up going in another direction.
They boarded a shuttle provided by the hotel and were off to the beach.
-
The trio navigated the bustling beach. Speakers and a DJ booth faced the west, and there was the bar nearby. Couples were everywhere dancing, and Queenie found herself reminiscing.
Kimora noticed, "mm mm, no. Let's go over to the bar." She began to lead them in the direction of it, quickly finding them some seats.
"Cheer up buttercup," Giselle brushed Queenie's hair out of her face. "What do you want to drink?"
She hummed, "just a lemon drop."
Kimora ordered them three as Queenie's elbows rested on the counter.
"Girl what happened? You were so hype earlier," Giselle pouted.
"Look at where we are, and what we're surrounded with," Queenie sighed. "Maybe I just need a drink."
"If I know what you're talking about, a lil' ole lemon drop won't do that for you," Kimora's eyes narrowed.
"I'm not trying to get white girl wasted K. I'm just saying that it might help. So, let's get the lemon drops." She said. Queenie refused to be a Debbie Downer during this trip. It just wasn't gonna happen.
The bartender passed them their drinks and Queenie passed them out. The trio lifted them up so that they could toast.
Their glasses clinked and each of them took a ginger sip.
"Well what we doing then?" Giselle cut in.
Kimora looked around, her ears turning up as Cry Baby by Megan Thee Stallion came on. "How about dancing?"
The girls found themselves on the wooden platform, immediately rapping to the song. The energy in the air was magnetic and vibrant. Nearly everyone had a drink in their hand despite the fact that they were prohibited on the floor.
Sweat clung to the bodies of the attendees, but it wasn't incredibly hot. The waves of the ocean accompanied by a slight breeze didn't allow for that.
Throw that ass back, come here (That ain't DaBaby, that's my baby).
And that Queenie did. The palms of her hands found her knees and she began to throw it. She started off slow, her speed increasing gradually.
Giselle quickly got behind her to catch it and record while Kimora leaned over to smack her ass.
Kimora, Giselle, and Queenie hyped each other up as they each took a verse of the song. But they had to give most of the song to Queenie.
From afar, three men sat in a particular section of the beach, smoking hookah.
One of them, named Hassan, had the bright idea to go out to the little function going on at the beach. They had nothing to do, and figured why not.
He spoke up, grabbing the attention of his friends, "ain't them the girls from the elevator?"
Another one, Deion looked up. "Yeah. I'm pretty sure they said they were coming here."
Nic looked over, "you weird, eavesdropping bitch," he scrunched up his face.
"So they weren't loud as fuck in that elevator?" Deion looked between him and Hassan.
Hassan was trying to hold in his laugh at Nic's unwarranted choice of words, shaking his head in disbelief.
"Nah I'm fucking with you, man. They was just talking though. I wouldn't say they were loud as fuck." The 6'11" man replied.
"Anyway," Hassan waved them off. "The one in orange bad."
"Purple got it made though," Deion replied. "We already know who the green giant right here want."
Nicolas wasn't even paying attention to the conversation, he was busy watching Queenie. But at that, they had his focus again. "Who?"
Hassan and Deion just shook their heads, "this nigga gon' ask who. You know who."
He watched as the girls went back over to their spots at the bar, and passed the hookah back to Deion. "You about to go over there?"
"Yeah, y'all niggas lame," Nic shrugged, standing up.
Hassan kissed his teeth, "shit we going, too."
Nicolas ignored, walking across the sandy shore of the beach, his eyes set on an empty seat next to Queenie.
The three women had ordered another round of drinks as they caught their breath.
"See, that's the Queenie I missed!" Giselle exclaimed. "That bum never wanted you outside."
"I'm saying! I almost forget you could move it like that," Kimora agreed.
Queenie laughed, "I'm assuming y'all had fun then. Hm?"
Kimora was about to reply, but paused and look at Giselle, pursing her lips.
"Oop, three fine niggas coming 12 o'clock." Giselle rushed out.
Queenie's head swiveled to look at the three men Giselle spoke of. Her eyes found Hassan, Nic, and Deion walking toward the bar clad in swim trunks.
Quickly she turned her head back and mouthed, "oh my God."
"Right?" Kimora agreed.
Queenie felt their presence's next to her as she and her friends just looked at one another.
Trying to be sneaky, she eyed the tattoos of the man next to her. There were some that appeared to be street signs, probably a way of him paying homage to where he was from.
He and his friends ordered a round of shots, knocking them back quickly.
The first move was made by Nic, who had his eyes trained on Queenie. "Excuse me," he began to grab her attention.
Queenie looked his way, making eye contact with him for the first time. She'd describe his eyes as captivating and alluring. "Yes?"
His eyes raked over her body, but would always come back to her face. "I think you were in the elevator with us, right?" He motioned his friends behind him.
"Yeah, I think so. You guys been here the whole time?" Queenie inquired.
He shook his head, "nah my homeboy insisted that we had to walk here. He didn't know about the shuttle."
She chuckled, "steered y'all in the wrong direction, huh?"
"Most definitely. But um, I'm Nic." He held out his hand for hers.
"Queenie," she spoke, slightly rubbing her thumb over his fingers.
"Really? I've never heard anything like that, but it's beautiful nonetheless." Nic complimented.
Queenie smiled, "I guess you could say that my parents wanted me to stand out within a crowd."
"Man, you do that without the name," he muttered. "Can I get you something to drink?"
She hummed, "I told my friends earlier I'm not looking to get white girl wasted. Thank you, though."
"You don't have to get drunk, but I want to get you something to drink. I'd be satisfied with just being able to get you a water... it'd be my pleasure." Nic tried to convince her.
"Okay," Queenie threw a hand up. "I'll take you up on that. Let me get a Sprite."
"Yo, bar-keep! A Sprite for the lady, make it look pretty like her please." He remarked.
"Do you talk about every woman that you interact with like that?" She was genuinely amused, but knew to be cautious.
"No, just you," Nic answered truthfully. "Why?"
Queenie ignored his question as the bartender gave her a Sprite on the rocks with sugar on the rim along with a lime. "Thank you."
Nic nodded, "anything for my favorite lady."
"Are you tryna butter me up?" Queenie's posture shifted, and she leaned more into him.
"Maybe I am, maybe I'm not. Can I ask you something? And you won't dodge it this time?" He questioned.
"Sure," she replied before taking a sip.
"Are you spoken for?" Nic asked carefully.
"No, actually," she sighed. "I just got out of a relationship."
Nic grimaced, a sympathetic look overcoming his face. "Damn, I'm sorry to hear that. Lost a dime piece."
"It's okay, don't be sorry. He was something else anyway. I'm just having fun now." Queenie explained.
"Yeah? That's what y'all doing out in Miami?" Nic smirked.
"Mhm," she hummed. "They said 'let's go to Miami,' and my ass just said okay."
"You not from out here?" He inquired, genuinely intrigued in her story.
"No sir." Queenie answered shortly. "I know every time some girls go to Miami some weird shit happens, but me and my girls solid."
"I believe you. The three of you look like it," the man nodded.
"What about you and yours?" She nudged her head in their direction.
"We play professional ball together. That's how we met at least." He explained.
Queenie gave him a shocked look, "damn, pro ball? It would've been a shame if all of y'all were tall as hell for no reason."
"I'd probably be the B.F.G or something," Nic humored her. "What about you?"
"I'm a paramedic."
"Oh, so you're smart and pretty. I like that. What's the job like?" He inquired.
Queenie went on to explain her line of work, how she got there, and what the overall emotional and mental experience was like. Hassan ended up talking to Giselle, and Deion ended up talking to Kimora. Queenie hadn't pictured this happening, but like she said, whatever happens, happens.
-
The six had been talking for about six hours, and engaging in meaningless debates.
"Alright, I'm done talking." Deion said, gaining the attention of the group. "Let's do some body shots," he proposed.
Queenie looked back at Nic. They'd reached an "I'll do it if you do it" type of understanding.
He nodded, causing Queenie to nod, "I'm down."
Everyone let out murmurs of agreement, and fortunately for them the bar had cleared out a bit, which meant that they had the needed space.
"I'll order them," she offered, leaving the group to wait.
Queenie approached the bartender, whom she learned was named Ismael. "Hi, I'm back," she sung.
"You are! What can I get you?" Ismael rejoined.
"Six vodka shots, and we'll need to borrow a salt shaker..." she trailed off.
"I'll get those made for you quickly," he smiled politely.
As she waited, Nic joined Queenie at her side. He stood over her, causing Queenie to crane her neck. "What?" She smiled up.
"Nothing, nothing," he told her. They waited together silently, then rejoined the group when they'd gotten the drinks.
"Who's going first?" Hassan asked.
"Aw damn, you scared so you had to ask?" Nic teased him.
"Tuh, nigga I'm never scared. But since you talkin' big, go ahead!" Hassan countered, passing him a shot and the salt shaker.
"Man, watch out," he waved Hassan off. He carefully removed the lime from the rim of the drink, and held it. "You ready?"
"Mhm," she nodded.
"Hop up here for me," he tapped the counter.
Using his free hand, he assisted Queenie in getting up onto the counter even though she did most of it herself. She took the lime from his hand and placed it in between her lips as she laid back.
Giselle and Kimora both watched, amused.
Nic looked her in the eye, seemingly asking if she was okay with this. She nodded in response, a small smile on her lips.
Nic leaned down to lick right above her navel, to moisten the area. Queenie slightly shivered at the contact. The salt followed, and he made sure to use just enough. Next, the shot glass was placed to the right of the salt.
Giselle and Kimora had began to crack jokes, talking about how "scared" Queenie was. They were only teasing so that she would do Nic next.
Queenie kissed her teeth, looking down at Nic. She mouthed, "no hands."
He shrugged, and crossed his hands behind his back.
"Alright, come on because you taking too damn long," Deion groaned.
"Nigga did you volunteer to go first?" Nic retorted. "No? Oh I ain't think so. Fuck up." His hands rested on the edge of the counter and he leaned down the face Queenie's stomach.
He licked it slowly, flattening his tongue as he did so. Queenie's breathing and Nic's hand instantly found her thigh to calm her down. He quickly moved from her stomach and to the shot glass.
His pink lips circled it, and he quickly threw his head back.
Queenie watched, un-subtly biting her lip at the view. Nic placed the glass down, and this time his face inched closer to hers. He was angled so that he could comfortably take the lime from between her lips. Nic bit down on it, and sucked the juices out of it, cringing a little from the acidity.
Queenie sat up with a grin on her face and held out her hand to Nic to dap her up.
-
The group sat around a bonfire talking. They played a few games and then move away from the party to relax a little. They discussed their careers and random stuff about themselves.
It was about thirty minutes prior when Kimora and Deion decided to go for a walk, and then fifteen minutes Hassan and Giselle left for their own.
Queenie and Nic laid beside each other, gazing up at the stars.
"Would you say you 'had fun' tonight?" Nic looked over at her.
"Yeah," Queenie nodded. "I would. I can check that off of the list of 'things he wouldn't let me do'," she said.
"There's a list?" Nic inquired, curious.
"Just a mental one. I would never write that shit down on paper," she joked.
Nic hummed, "is there anything else you wanna cross off the list?"
"There's one more thing. But I could never ask you to do that." Queenie replied. "It's weird to ask a stranger to do something like that."
"What is it?"
"I'm not gonna tell you," Queenie shook her head.
"But, I want to know. So tell me," Nic judged her arm. "If it's that bad we'll probably never see each other again."
"Aw you wouldn't want to see me again?" She feigned disappointment.
"Quit trying to change the subject. As long as it's not murder it's not that weird." He tried to convince her.
"Okay, fine," Queenie folded. "I've always wanted to have sex on the beach."
"And he ain't want to do that? This nigga sounds like a loser." Nic joked, mainly trying to make her feel better.
"He worked a lot. It wasn't like that at the beginning of the relationship, but that's all it was for the last six months of it. I don't know why I stayed, one month of that shit is too long." She sighed.
"I hope this doesn't offend you, but I don't know why either," Nic chimed in. "You seem like the catch here. I couldn't even picture seeing you with someone like that, because if I were with you I would never let you go like that."
"You're just saying that to be nice," Queenie waved him off.
"I'm saying it because I mean it," he said pointedly. "I can tell you're a good girl."
"You can?" Queenie questioned, her voice suddenly low and meek.
Nic merely nodded, and Queenie sat up. Their eyes met, and Nic decided to mirror her actions. They looked from each other's eyes to their lips, before finally connecting them.
The kiss began as timid, but it seemed as if Nic was prepared and Queenie just needed to catch up.
Their lips were soft, and the kiss was sweet. Nic couldn't lie and say he hadn't thought about kissing Queenie because he had. Like he said earlier, she stood out in a crowd, and she captivated him.
Queenie took a deep breath in as she straddled Nic's lap, their lips still close. Nic angled his head the same way he did when he took the lime from Queenie's plump lips. This single act allowed for their kiss to deepen.
Queenie decided to slip in some tongue, catching Nic off guard. He quickly recovered, though. Her arms circled his neck, and just at the perfect moment she moved away to suck on his lip.
Queenie watched it snap back into place, and couldn't help but let out a low giggle.
"Oh so you get down like that?" Nic's voice deepened.
"Just a little bit," Queenie looked down at her hands, fidgeting with them.
"Tell me what he was like," he told Queenie. "When he touched you, I mean."
Queenie buried her head in Nic's neck, which he didn't object to. Instead, his arms encircled her waist. The two of them watched the waves of the ocean crash, and Nic patiently waited for her response.
It wasn't until Queenie began to laugh to herself that he looked down at her. "Honestly, there's nothing to say other than he wasn't good. But I don't wanna talk about that."
Nic hummed, "you think I could do better?"
"Anyone could, oh my God." Queenie groaned.
"Let's take a walk," Nic tapped her thigh, signaling for her to get up.
Queenie stood up and Nic grabbed the blanket that Kimora and Deion had been sitting on. He draped it on her shoulders, then grabbed her hand.
The walked up and down the beach, and Queenie took the chance to dig her toes deep into the sand.
"Where are we going?" She looked up at Nic.
"Nowhere in particular, pretty. You feeling okay?" He inquired.
She nodded, "yeah, I'm alright."
The two found a comfortable spot near some palm trees. Nic laid out the blanket again, and then Queenie sat down. He sat behind her, allowing for her back to rest against his chest.
"Why did we move over here?" Queenie looked up at him.
"It was too loud over there. It's better over here, right?" He asked.
"You're right. I can hear you better now."
Nic hummed, "would it be okay if I kissed you again?"
"Mhm. That's okay." She confirmed.
Nic didn't kiss where she expected him to. He grabbed her hand, and began to kiss up from the back of it and up to her shoulder. Queenie's eyes fluttered as Nic peppered his kisses, his breathing tickling in some areas.
They trailed up her neck and to her ear. He bit down on her skin, creating a purple hickey. Queenie let out a low whimper, "fuck."
"Spread your legs for me, baby." He demanded lowly, still kissing at her neck.
Queenie did as he asked, and Nic's hand found the inside of her thigh, stroking it. "Did he do this?"
"No," Queenie replied. "Never tried."
Nic's hand traveled to the bottom of her bikini, hovering over the area. His middle finger made light contact with the fabric, slightly teasing her lower region. The feeling sent static throughout her body, and Nic noticed. He was determined to figure out what she liked.
His finger pressed at her button through the fabric, relieving her frustration just a little. "Is it okay if I take these off?"
Without words, Queenie elevated her hips, allowing Nic to hook his thumb onto her panties. He slid them off, and then Queenie did the rest of the work.
Queenie's head rocked back, comfortably resting in the crook of Nic's neck. He grabbed her chin, and turned her head in his direction. Nic carefully connected their lips again. Her hand cupped his cheek as she relished in the kiss.
Queenie's senses were completely focused on the sound of the ocean, the smoothness of Nic's skin, the taste of his lips, the smell of his cologne that lingered, and the complete darkness as her eyes closed each time their lips met.
Nic's middle finger circled her bare clit, the button already sensitive. Queenie let out a moan into his mouth, her eyebrows furrowing as well.
"Talk to me. How's that?" He asked.
"I-it feels good. Keep going." Queenie confirmed.
His finger kept it's position, continuing to stimulate the area. Unfortunately, Queenie couldn't remember a time that her ex had ever made her feel even a little bit similar.
Nic's hand cupped Queenie's breast through the top of her bikini, but he never let his eyes leave Queenie's. "Keep looking at me, you're doing good pretty."
"I am?" She breathed out, her eyes fluttering once more.
His index finger and thumb flicked at her nipple, tugging it every which way. Nic pinched it, giving Queenie a sensation that she'd never felt before.
"You are. You look so pretty, with the moonlight on your face. You're beautiful," he replied. His middle finger flicked her bud each second, the contact teasing her a bit.
The speed of his finger increased, causing Queenie to hiss. Her lips puckered, and air filled her cheeks. She released the air slowly and in response to the feeling her breathing staggered.
At that moment Nic took the chance to slide in two digits. In response, her back arched up and away from his chest. "Oh my gosh!"
"That's four," Nic stated, making Queenie slightly confused, but she didn't have time to focus on confusion.
His digits moved in and out of her at a fast speed, hitting a spongey spot.
Queenie looked up at him, focused on his focused gaze.
Nic's removed her fingers, amused by the slick that covered them. They traveled back to their original home, her bud, and attacked them at high speed.
"N-Nic, wait! I think I have to pee!" She cried out.
"Mm mm," he hummed. "You don't, it's okay."
"No I'm serious," Queenie groaned, gripping at his arm.
Nic shook his head, his movements continuing. "Do you trust that I got you?"
She nodded with the moonlight illuminating the tears in her eyes.
"Okay, then let it go," he said before sealing her lips in a kiss.
Queenie's eyes rolled back as she reached her climax, squirting in the process. Waves of bliss tear through Queenie, her muscles convulsing. "Shit!"
Her essence splattered all over the blanket, shocking her. She'd never experienced anything like it.
Nic watched as she caught her breath, taking pleasure in the view. He enjoyed watching her struggle to kiss back.
Nic brought his fingers up to his mouth, cleaning each finger as Queenie watched in surprise.
Nic held her as she recuperated, just watching.
Nic quickly changed positions with Queenie, being completely sure that she was laying down against the blanket.
She watched as he hovered over her, situating himself between her legs. "Are you feeling okay? Are you comfortable?"
Queenie felt overcome with emotion simply because no one she'd been with in this way never cared to ask. She always seemed to end up with the wrong ones. "I'm good. Thank you."
He didn't reply as he kissed down Queenie's chest and through her sternum. His hands caressed the insides of her thighs, dopamine traveling through her synapses.
He lingered in the surrounding areas of her core, but never went inside.
"W-Why are you teasing me?" Queenie interjected, causing Nic's head to snap up.
"Something you don't like, huh?" He smirked. "I like that."
His face hovered over Queenie's, and he took note of Queenie's hardened features. "I said that he didn't fuck me good, not that I've never been fucked good before. The foreplay part was nonexistent."
"Is that right? I could do better than all them," Nic replied. His ego has become rather big.
Queenie hummed, "show me." Her eyes darkened with her words, and Nic realized that she was just a bit... shy.
Their lips connected once more, and Nic kissed around Queenie's jawline.
"You like missionary?" She whispered into his ear.
He nodded, "I like missionary because you're pretty. It's something about being able to look at you while I drill your shit. You like it?"
Queenie hummed, "it'd be better if you had a chain on so it could dangle in my face."
"I'll make up for it." Nic replied finally.
Queenie pulled him down by the back of his neck, kissing him her favorite thing to do. Their tongues glided against one another, and surprisingly the taste of Queenie's fluids still rested on Nic's tongue.
Despite the revelation, Nic's movements never shifted to rough or abrasive. There was care in each touch, and patience in each choice he made.
Queenie's legs circled his waist, closing the distance between the two. From her position, she began to grind on him the best that she could.
He drew a deep breath in through his teeth, resisting the urge to throw all caution to the wind.
Even though the temperature had dropped, their bodies brushing together kept them warm.
"How much do you want?" Nic asked through their kiss.
"How much of what?"
"I gave you four inches earlier. I got eight. Is that what you want?" He inquired, using his free hand to untie Queenie's bikini top. When he did, he threw it to the side without a care.
"All eight, baby." Queenie replied confidently. "I can take it."
Nic showed attention to her left nipple, circling it with his tongue and taking it between his teeth. His right hand showed the right just the same attention.
Queenie reached down to feel him through his trunks, eliciting a deep groan from Nic. Becoming impatient, he continued the action in an effort to provoke him. He smacked her hand away,
still wanting to tease her.
This back and forth between the two continued until Nic folded.
He gingerly shrugged his trunks down as Queenie watched. Her eyes held the same look as they held when they were doing body shots earlier.
She spread her legs, reaching her hand down between to tease her sex.
Nic quickly grabbed her legs, positioning them so that they could comfortably rest on his shoulders.
He moved so that the soft tip of his member could collect some of Queenie's slick.
Nic slid against Queenie's clit, the simulation driving her wild. She cried out, throwing her head back against the blanket. "Like that."
Nic's shaft finally slid in, causing Queenie eyes to screw shut in pleasure.
"That's just four," Nic leaned down to her ear. He rocked in and out, relishing in how tight Queenie was. She fit him like a glove, hugging him beautifully. Her walls constricted and Nic let out a moan.
"Your last nigga ain't want to be in this every night? Damn, 'cause I don't think this can be a one-time thing. Might have to fly yo' pretty ass out." Nic rambled.
Queenie chuckled, "do you usually talk this much?"
Nic shook his head, "hell nah, but I don't think I been in nothing this tight either. It's a first time for everything." Just as he said that, Nic slid in some more.
Sweat coated their bodies, and their breathing synced.
Queenie moaned, gripping her breasts as Nic began to move. The friction between their bodies accompanied by his slow, but deeps strokes ignited a fire within her.
Nic's arms rested on the sides of Queenie's head, and her knees were right by them.
Her eyes rolled back, her senses taking account of everything. "Look at me," Nic growled.
Nic's strokes were anything but weak, despite the slow speed. At each one, there was a build up of cream at the base of his member.
He watched every face that she made, and loved each one.
Deciding to give her more, his thrusts sped up.
"Fuck!" She reacted, and at that moment Nic was grateful that they moved farther down the beach.
"You look so beautiful, baby. You're taking me so well," he doted.
His words were music to her ears. Nic's shaft throbs and someone is still as stiff as a board.
"Whatever you want, baby take it. Oh my..." Queenie breathed deeply, feeling him as deep as humanly possible.
One of Nic's hands reaches down to toy with Queenie's clit, and her walls tighten as she nears her limit.
"You got it, pretty. Yeah, look at you. So fucking pretty, mama."
Nic's movements became more sloppy and less strategic as he began to reach his climax. "It's all about you. Cum for me, baby."
It was as if at the snap of a finger Queenie released, squirting all over herself and Nic. She gripped his forearm as pleasure tore through her.
He continued, still chasing his own nut and bringing Queenie to her arrival again. Just before, he pulled out and his seed spilled out onto her stomach.
A deep groan escaped from his throat as he bottomed out, and he buried his head in Queenie's neck, catching his breath. "Goddamn, girl."
Queenie could only laugh as her right hand held the back of his neck, and they laid there under the stars.
-
The two walked down the hallway of their hotel, hurriedly trying to make it to Queenie's hotel room for a shower.
She unlocked the door with her card and Nic closed the door behind them as they made it in.
Without thinking of anything else, Queenie dropped her purse on a nearby table and went into the bathroom. She warmed up the shower as Nic sat on the bed.
After that first round, they went three more. He just wanted to sleep at this point.
Queenie had come out to get clean clothes, but quickly made her way back to the bathroom. She and Nic had the same idea in mind.
Following their showers, the two of them laid in bed, spooning. Queenie was the little spoon, and Nic was the big spoon.
Nic placed a small peck on her shoulder, "how many days do you have left here?"
"Two," Queenie sighed.
"Spent at least one of those days with me," Nic proposed.
"How about both?"
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AUTHOR'S NOTE!
so... um. to be fucking honest idk what this is 💀