Page 11 of Strawberry Moon

CHAPTER FIVE

Once we’ve got changed, we grab the deckchairs and place them on the beach. We sit and eat our bacon sandwiches as we watch the waves. People wander past who are obviously locals, as Harry and his parents greet them with smiles and waves.

Harry’s a different man here, his hair dried into salty waves, his face full of energy, and his eyes so bright. I wonder how I can help him be like this at home. More play and less work are my conclusions.

The conversation is easy and light, and his parents don’t stray to the subject of our relationship.

I have a feeling this is because Holly believes Harry has a tell when he’s lying.

If they’ve guessed the truth about Harry and me starting out as fake boyfriends, they show no sign of it, and I relax even more. I like his family.

Eventually, Graham checks his watch and huffs. “We ought to go, Holly,” he says to his wife. “We need to get changed for the lunch.”

Harry glances at me and smiles. “It’s the pre-wedding lunch at a swanky hotel.”

His dad tuts. “It’ll be a finger buffet, and I’ll come away hungry as usual.”

“I prefer your bacon sandwiches,” I tell him.

He grins and points a finger at me. “Bring this one back,” he instructs his son. “There’s been nary a word about the emotional benefits of fisting.”

“Oh my god ,” Harry groans, and I break into laughter.

They get to their feet and his mum kisses us both on the cheek. “Are you sure you don’t fancy coming, darling?” she asks Harry.

“I’d rather cover myself in chips and let the seagulls take me,” he says solemnly.

His dad guffaws. “I wish I’d thought of that excuse.”

They turn and make their way back up the path. His mum looks back, calling, “We might see you tonight, Harry. It depends on if we go to visit your grandfather.”

Harry nods and waves, and we watch them walk out of sight.

“I’m confused,” I tell Harry. “Aren’t we going to the wedding festivities too?”

He shakes his head. “No, I thought we’d have the day to ourselves. I can show you around this part of Norfolk and we’ll grab lunch out.”

“And they won’t be back until tonight,” I say slowly.

He must get my meaning, because his eyes darken as he scans my face. “Are you sure?” he asks in a thick voice.

“Very,” I say firmly. I grab his T-shirt and tug him towards me until our faces are close. “I want you to fuck me.”

His mouth is on mine almost before I can finish my sentence, and I groan as his tongue tangles with mine and his big hands hold my head. When he pulls away, I follow him, but he puts a hand on my shoulder.

“Into the hut.”

“The hut ?” I can’t help my scandalised tone. “Won’t your parents mind?”

“Well, we won’t be telling them.”

I snort and he grins at me, but his eyes are cloudy with want. “I need you,” he says. “And I don’t fancy taking the time to get back to the house.”

I follow him into the hut, watching as he shuts the door and locks it. The turn of the key makes me feel hot all over.

“We have to be very quiet,” he warns. “These wood walls are thin, and there are other people on the beach.”

I tsk. “I’m not terribly good at being quiet.” I consider that and then brighten. “You’ll just have to put your hand over my mouth to shut me up.”

“Where have you been all my life?” I laugh and he winces. “You weren’t born for a portion of it.”

I need to distract him from that subject, pronto. “I probably won’t be able to walk home afterwards,” I say in a coy voice.

He grins. “That’s fine. We’ll get a taxi.”

I put my hand up as he comes towards me. “I’m sorry. Did you just say a taxi?”

He bites his lips, looking merry and mischievous. “Didn’t I mention there’s a road at the other end of the beach?”

“You mean we could have driven here?” My voice has gone rather loud.

He hushes me, his eyes dancing. “Ma believes in exercise.”

“Well, I believe we should all stop listening to her, unless it’s to embrace the theory she told me earlier about always finishing a bottle of wine so the grapes won’t be sad.”

“I think we should stop talking,” he mutters and in two steps he’s on me, pulling me into his arms and taking my mouth with a groan.

We kiss wildly, hands roaming and exploring new territory.

I learn that his chest hair is soft against my fingertips and that a kiss on his neck will make him shudder and lean into my lips.

He’s bigger than me, and he’s commanding but so gentle.

It turns me on like nothing I’ve ever felt before.

As he strips off my clothes, he guides me with firm gestures, his hands gentle, the expression in his eyes reverent.

“You’re so beautiful,” he whispers as he runs his hand down my torso. Unlike him, I don’t have any hair. “Your skin’s like silk here,” he says as his fingers trace my ribs, making me shudder. He reaches the band of my shorts and looks up. “Yes?”

“So many yeses,” I say forcefully. “ All of them.”

I pull him down to demand a kiss, sucking on his tongue as he divests me of the shorts. They fall to the floor, and I grumble as he pulls away.

“No, I want to see you,” he whispers. “God, you’re gorgeous.”

I’m actually very ordinary, so I kiss him again before he can realise his mistake.

He takes over with that hot air of command, licking over my bottom lip before sucking on it and then sliding his tongue into my mouth. Together, we strip him of his clothes, and now it’s my turn to do the admiring.

He takes my breath away. He’s slim with broad shoulders and long muscled legs.

His chest has the perfect amount of hair—just enough to tickle my fancy, but not enough to strip away the outer layer of my epidermis like a giant Brillo pad.

His nipples are a dusky red, but my eyes are drawn to his cock.

He’s big and hard, the head wet with precome and arching up to his belly button.

I gulp as he lowers himself to his knees in front of me, and my cock registers approval by straining towards his mouth. Then I groan as he stretches up and licks my nipple. This has always been a good spot for me, and I jerk as if I’ve had an electric shock when he bites it gently.

I clutch his head to me. “More,” I demand.

He offers me a wild-looking grin before taking my nipple in his mouth. He sucks on it and then pulls back to nibble.

“That’s so good,” I moan loudly, goosebumps washing across my skin.

“Ssh,” he admonishes me.

“Well, stop doing that then,” I hiss.

He grins. “Your wish is my command. I’ll try something else.”

“I don’t think—” I cry out before I can stop myself as he bends to my cock and licks up the side of it.

I push my hand into my mouth to muffle the sound, as he sucks away the precome before taking me down his throat.

He pulls back and sucks at the head and I stare sightlessly at the ceiling as he sucks and licks, his talented fingers cupping my balls and tracing the crack of my bum.

When he takes me to the back of his throat and swallows, it feels like he might instantly pull the come out of me.

I put a restraining hand on his head, and he looks up, making me shudder. His green eyes darkening with lust as he kneels with my cock in his mouth is the stuff of fantasies, and I nearly forget what I was going to say. Then the tingle in my balls reminds me.

“I want you inside me,” I whisper.

He nods, getting to his feet. Then he smacks his forehead. “ Shit . I haven’t got anything on me.”

I’m so far gone it takes me a second to realise what he’s saying. I need him inside me so badly that I can’t understand English. Then it registers. “I’ve got something in the pocket of my sweats. I always carry one.”

His eyes flare and he pulls away. I watch avidly as he crosses the floor to where I put my sweatpants.

His arse is a thing of beauty—high and muscled.

He rifles through the pocket and draws out two foil packets.

Walking back towards me, he nods at the sofa.

“Get on there. Kneel and push that beautiful arse of yours out.”

He doesn’t have to ask me twice. I scramble to obey him.

For a few seconds nothing happens, and then I moan as his hands spread my arse. Cool air blows over my crack and then my eyes roll back in my head as he licks my hole.

“Fucking hell ,” I breathe.

He hums agreement, which also feels fantastic.

I grab the sofa, staring blindly at the wall as he licks my entrance, letting his tongue play over the nerve-rich opening and then sucking gently on it.

His hands are hard on my hips, holding me still, and I hope I have marks there afterwards to remind me of this hottest moment of my life.

I groan as he pushes the tip of his tongue into my hole, and I push forward, rubbing my cock on the sofa and then shoving back on his tongue. I throw my head back, closing my eyes and groaning. Finally, I hear the rustle of a packet opening.

“Someone will hear. Cover your mouth,” he orders.

I push my hand over my mouth and moan into it as his wet fingers massage my hole. He opens me with one skilful finger at a time, taking his time despite me begging him to go faster.

“Come on ,” I urge.

“I won’t hurt you,” he whispers, his voice harsh and gravelly as he pushes a third finger in.

He crooks it, rubbing over my prostate, and I can’t muffle my cry this time.

Luckily, he doesn’t even seem to mind. When I glance over my shoulder, his eyes are hot and dark, focused on where his fingers are sliding into me.

“Now,” I whisper. “I need you, Harry.”

His nostrils flare. “You’ll have to ride me, love. The floor’s too rough to fuck on. You’ll get splinters.”

I try to focus on him calling me love. It sounds epic in his lovely voice, but I’m too focused on getting that big cock inside me, so I shelve the thought for later. I feel desperate, as if it’s been years since we started this, and I’m cock-starved.