Page 39 of Packing for Vacation

“Not yet.”

I whine, and he nips at my shoulder again, chuckling quietly.

“I want to see how long it takes for him to notice.”

With impeccable timing, Scotty steps onto the main deck, waving at us across the lawn. “What do you want to drink?!” he yells. “Beer?! Wine?!”

“Wine, please!”

“White or red?!”

“White!”

“Sav?! Pinot gris?! Chardonnay?!”

Between the dick in my cunt and the Kiwi accent it takes a second for me to decode what he’s saying. “The sauvignon blanc!”

“Matiu?!”

I squeeze my cunt tight, doing my best not to laugh as Matiu grunts at the shock of it, clearing his throat before answering “Beer!” He presses his lips to the shell of my ear as soon as Scott disappears back inside. “You’re trouble.”

“Me?” I shake my head. “I’m not the one playing cock warming games right now.”

“I think your pussy begs to differ.”

“You should knot me then,” I say, squirming against him. “That’s the real deal when it comes to this sort of thing.”

His hands still me again, before resuming their path up my stomach. “No.” He kisses my shoulder gently. “I’m having too much fun. Unless you need me to stop?” he adds.

“No. Don’t stop.”

“Then be a good girl and stay still.” His fingers skim the undersides of my breasts and tweak at my nipples through the fabric of my bikini until I’m a whining mess, and all the while he refuses to move, to thrust, to do anything despite my breathless pleas.

“How long?” I ask, eyes closed and head tipped back as I clench around him. Across the lawn the sliding door to the house opens and Scott’s footsteps echo on the wooden deck.

“Until he notices that I’m inside you. Act normal.”

I could just give it away, but I’m having too much fun. Scott, oblivious to our antics, sets our drinks on the side of the tub and climbs in. “Cheers.”

“Cheers!” My grin is larger than it needs to be as the three of us lift our drinks. The wine is ice cold and perfectly sharp, and I almost choke on my first mouthful when Matiu manages to somehow flex his dick, payback for my earlier kegels.

“How was the walk?” Matiu asks conversationally, cool, calm, and collected as ever.

“Good,” Scott answers. “You haven’t been down to the beach yet, eh? There’s a big chunk of the southern cliff that came down over this last winter; I showed Lizzie yesterday. So just be careful around the rocks, I wouldn’t get too close to the cliff face on either end, to be honest.”

“It’s like that everywhere; Eru was flatting in a clifftop rental last year and they all woke up one morning to a huge boom. It was half the lawn falling into the ocean.”

“Shit. It’s gonna get bad eh.”

“Climate change?” I ask, and they both nod. Under the water, Matiu’s fingers dance further up my inner thighs, tracing my outer labia in the slowest tease, and I have no idea how Scott hasn’t noticed because the water is clear.

“Some coastal erosion is inevitable,” Scott is explaining. I’m doing my best to listen despite being extremely distracted. “…but the rate at which it’s occurring has increased, and you can see the evidence of rising sea levels in the way beaches are getting eaten away. Did you see pictures of Ōrewa?”

“I visited it,” Matiu replies. “After that big storm the beach was fucked.”

“I heard they were trucking in sand from elsewhere.”

“They were. It’ll get washed away again. I used to think buying beachfront was the goal, but you couldn’t pay me enough to touch one of those properties now.”