"What do you want?" I sighed.

"Julie," Elise said, aghast, looking apologetically towards Tim. "Don't be rude."

"I don't want to speak to him."

She took me by the arm. "One second, Tim." We went a fair distance away, before she pivoted and looked at me with fierce eyes. "What is with you?"

"Elise," I sighed, rubbing my temples. "We've broken up."

She almost stumbled back at the shock of it. "You'll work it out, surely."

"I don't want to work it out," I told her. "For three years, I've tried to convince myself that I loved him. That I loved him enough to forgive him after all those times he was unfaithful." I glanced over to him, looking self-assured, like he really believed I was about to welcome him back into my life, open arms. If that meant shoot him, then yes, I was all for it. "But I don't love him, not since the first time he cheated."

She nodded. "Alright, I'll get him to leave."

"Preferably soon," I said, before looking back over. "Actually, right now." Because at that moment, Nicolás and him were nose to nose, and by the clenching of Nico's fist by his side, I knew this was heading in only one direction.

I rushed back over there, putting my hand on the spanish boy's chest to put some space between them. But he was like stone, immovable.

"Nicolás," I said, slowly, staring up at his face, all hard lines and anger. He looked down at me, gaze softening as he took in my fearful expression. "He's not worth it." I turned to the other boy, still trying to square up to someone a good head and shoulders taller than him. "Leave, Tim."

"Do I really have to fight for you?" He asked, jumping on the spot. "Because I will."

I ignored him. "Come on, let's go," I said to Nicolás, very aware that those at the table were beginning to notice the altercation. He nodded, before following me back through the house and out through the front to the pool area. We continued going until we reached the restaurant. I waited as he took out the key and unlocked it.

He pulled two chairs out for me and him to sit down on.

"What am I going to do with you, huh?"

He stared at my face, likely gauging whether I was angry or not. "Whatever you want."

I scoffed lightly, a smile pulling at the corner of my mouth. I looked away from him to outside, where the sun was receding.

I returned my gaze to him.

Fuck, he's gorgeous.

I stood up, making his eyebrow rise in question. How is an eyebrow hot? Venturing the small distance between us, I settled myself onto his lap.

"Anything?" I asked, staring at his lips.

"Anything," he breathed.

It was me who joined our lips together.

For once, it really was gentle— slow and steady as he massaged my tongue with his own, hands in my hair as mine rested on his chest. He nudged my hips forward so I was now sat directly on his groin.

His hands slipped from my hair and ran down my sides, like he was committing each curve to memory. That thought alone had me pressing further into him.

He groaned into my neck as he began littering open-mouthed kisses along my skin, like he wanted to make this last but was also struggling for control. I was no better, as I ground my hips down into his.

He stood up, taking me by surprised before I wound my legs around him.

His hands were on my arse and I could hardly think straight as the fluttering in my vagina turned into panicked, sharp pulses. And with every step, his erection would bump against me, making me want to tell him not to bother with a bed and to just take me on the floor.

A door was opened at the back of the restaurant. I took in a large bed and blank walls, but not much else as I was laid out on the bed, like a precious artefact.

"I need you," I told him.

He groaned, closing his eyes briefly. Once opened, he stared at me, making everything in me quiver expectantly. "Say it again."

I opened my legs for him, letting the skirt I'd chosen this morning ride up my thighs, leaving him to see only a small bit of lace to cover me.

"I need you, Nicolás."

I pulled my dress off for him, letting him see just where I needed him. He took the liberty of taking off my bra, though, gazing in awe at my perky breasts.

My nipples were so hard they hurt, and when his fingers toyed with them, I wanted to scream in both pain and pleasure.

His body above me, hard and large, had my senses tingling.

He kissed down my navel, tongue flicking momentarily over each nipple, before continuing downwards. Each hip was kissed, as was my heat through my panties.

He hooked his fingers in the waistband of them and brought them slowly down my legs.

I was completely bare to him.

I reached for him, but he stepped back.

"This is all for you," he said, but took his shirt off. Maybe he realised just what the sight of him did to me.

I threw my head back as his tongue skirted over my mound and went into me. My fingers tangled in his hair, holding him close to me.

He twisted so he was lying down and I was upright.

I lowered myself down to his face, moaning lowly when he delved into me. Each thrust of his tongue had me drawing closer and closer to an orgasm, and when one of his fingers reached up and entered me simultaneously, I couldn't hold back.

I shifted down the bed, until I was at his trousers. He watched with primal eyes as I brought the material down his legs, hooking my fingers in his pants afterwards and doing the same.

He reached over to a beside table and went to break open the packet and unfurl it onto him, but I placed a hand on his. I took it from him and opened it myself, pinching the tip as I rolled it down his member. I bit my lip in admiration.

His hands were on my hips, guiding himself to my entrance.

I eased onto him, our groans synchronised as my walls stretched to his size. After a beat, I began moving on him, slowly at first before picking up pace. He watched me, eyes darkened by lust, as I bounced on him. His expert hands reached for my boobs and I moaned again as he kneaded the flesh.

I felt my walls tighten around him as I released. He made a sound, pushing his head back into the pillow as he came not long after.

I lay down beside him, hair likely matted and scattered all over the pillow. He brought me to his side and I fitted into him, having discarded the used condom in the bin next to the bed.

"There's your night used up," I said, closing my eyes as I snuggled further into him. "Hope it was worth it."

"Believe me," he said, lips on my neck. "It was worth it."

"I'm glad." My eyelids were beginning to feel heavy with tiredness.

"But you came onto me again," he whispered, fingers pressing into my hip, breath warm. "So I still have one more night."

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Over the top of Brenda's red hair, Nicolás kept catching my eye, making a discrete face each time. I grinned at the book I'd given up on reading a long while ago.

A glass was put on the table beside me. I jumped. "Your grandmother is staying at a friend's house overnight," she told me. "Are you going to be alright on your own?"

I used all my willpower not to look over to Nicolás as Clara shimmied last him to get into the pool.

"I'm sure I'll manage," I said. "Is there dinner in the fridge?"

"Yes," she said, picking up my empty glass. "We'll be eating leftovers for months."

"Not complaining," I said with a shrug.

She smiled at me. "I've got to go home now, but I'll see you tomorrow." I bid her farewell, and went back to pretending to read. That, however, got boring very quickly.

Every now and then, I'd feel eyes on me again and if I looked up, without fail, I'd find Nicolás staring at me. I decided to have a little fun with it.

The sun dress I was wearing was long and flown, not exactly sexy enough for what I was planning. Though, the tight, very little material of the bikini I had on underneath would most certainly suffice.

I stood up, drawing Nicolás's attention immediately. I didn't look over, but like always, I could feel that intense stare. Each strap of the sun dress found its way down my arms, and I pushed the rest of it over my bust and hips, until I could step out of it. I made sure to bend over slightly so that my arse that he always made a point to admire, was accentuated to him as I pretended to struggle to reach for some suncream.

I squirted some on my hand, rubbing it into my skin gently, paying special attention to my breasts. My hand slipped under the bikini top as I creamed my boobs. Hope I don't look as big of a twat as I feel. I threw aside the thoughts of embarrassing myself and propped my legs back up onto the sun bed. Arching my back slightly to 'stretch,' I made sure my breasts were pushed forward.

Only once I'd taken another sip of my drink, the ice in it now partially melted, I chanced a glance at the four of them nearby. Nicolás was staring at me. He licked his lips. I threw him a wink, and he gave me a pointed look. I raised my eyebrow in confusion, to which he just looked down. I did the same, laughing to myself, as he put his drink over his lap.

"You'll come, won't you Nic?" I heard Clara say as I tuned into their conversation. "Come on, it'll be fun."

I stood up again, and made my way towards the far side of the pool, sighing when I submerged my legs in the water.

"Not tonight," he said, staring me down. His voice sounded huskier, or maybe that was my imagination. "I have something to do."

I let myself slip into the water.

They groaned in disappointment. "Are you sure we can't... change your mind?" I picked up on the seductive edge her voice took on, wondering if the offer might tempt him.

Lifting my head, I found him already looking at me. I reached behind me, bending my knees so my breasts were mostly covered, as I unclipped my bikini top. Our eyes remained glued to each other the entire time, me winking in amusement at his obvious arousel, as I laid it on the side.

He shifted in his seat, and shook his head, firmly. "You can't change my mind."