Niall (Vigilance 2)

I pulled out my phone, opened my favorite music app, and started playing a song similar to the one Dalton had danced to the first night on the island.

Marco raised his brows, and I managed a smile as I pulled off my tie.

“I like this look on you,” Marco said. “Very naughty professor.”

I smiled as I slipped off the tweed jacket. “I’ll keep that in mind in case you want to play naughty student some time.”

He laughed. “I think I’d prefer being a student who got his revenge.”

I tried to ignore the way that thought made my cock swell. I needed to focus on my attempt at a striptease.

I slowly unbuttoned my shirt. By the time I slipped it off, Marco had lost his smirk and was watching me with heat in his eyes and his lips slightly parted.

Trying to dismiss the thought of how ridiculous I must look, I ran my hands over my chest like Dalton had, hissing as I pinched my nipples. Marco groaned, and that spurred me on. I started actually moving my hips to the music and turned as I undid my pants, showing Marco my ass and shaking it for him.

I glanced over my shoulder. “Is this what you wanted from me on the island?”

Marco growled. “Yes, but this is only for me.

“I would never do this for anyone else.”

I turned away, not sure I could take the intensity in his gaze. I undid my pants and bent over as I lowered them.

“Holy fuck.” The surprise in Marco’s voice was exactly what I’d been hoping for.”

“You packed it?”

I cupped my ass, running my hands over the slick fabric of the bright blue Speedo. “You seemed to really like it.”

“Face me,” Marco ordered.

I did, letting him see how hard I was for him. I wasn’t embarrassed anymore. The hunger in his eyes made me bold. I ran a hand over my cock, which was ready to burst through the confines of my swimsuit.

I held his gaze as I danced for him, letting myself go in a way I hadn’t in a very long time. I felt the music and the energy snapping between me and Marco, and I let myself fall into it.

As the song faded away, Marco stood and walked toward me. He reached for my hips and yanked me against him. “You told me you couldn’t dance.”

“I didn’t think I could.”

“You can. You’re fucking beautiful when you do it. You’re also fucking beautiful in this.” I gasped as he slid his hand over my straining cock. I was going to buy you another one.”

“Now you don’t have to.”

“I might still buy you more. I’d like you to have one in every color.”

“I’d never have a need for that many swimsuits.”

He growled. “They wouldn’t be for fucking swimming. You’d wear them for me.”

“We could put some of them to their intended use. I want to take you back to the beach and lay in the sun with you, play in the water, search for shells.”

“I’d like that, but do you know what I want right now?”

“What?”

Marco slipped his hands into the back of the swimsuit and cupped my bare ass as he forced me to walk backwards. When I hit the counter, he said. “Turn around and brace yourself.”

“I—”

“You’ll do what I say.”

“Are you…? Are we…?”

“I’m taking charge, and I want you bent over this table right fucking now.

“What if I don’t want to do what you say? What if I’m bad?”

“Do you need another spanking?”

I looked down and licked my lips. “Maybe.”

“Turn around.”

As I did, I eased the waistband of the Speedo down, freeing my cock. I couldn’t take it being confined for another second.

“Hands off. Only I get to touch your cock.”

“Marco, I—”

“No. You started this game. Now I’m going to finish it.”

I wanted that so badly. I just had to let myself have it.

“Yes, sir.”

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Marco

I smiled as I skimmed my fingers down Niall’s back. “Much better. I know you want this.”

“Yes.”

“And I’m going to give you what you want.”

He whimpered, and I squeezed his ass cheeks, pulling them apart. I’m going to fill your ass up and have you begging for every rough slam of my body against yours.”

“Yes. Fuck yes.”

“I’m going to take you right here, bent over my table, because you’re mine and I can have you anywhere I want you.”

“You can. Please.”

“Who do you belong to, Niall?”

“You.”

“Say my name.”

“Marco.”

“Fuck right.”

I pushed things out of my way until I could reach the olive oil. I unscrewed the cap and tossed it on the counter then poured some out. I was so desperate for Niall my hands were shaking. I poured out far too much oil, and it dripped through my hand and onto the floor.

“Out of that fucking seductive swimsuit now,” I demanded.

“I thought you said I couldn’t touch—”

“I don’t want to get oil all over it.”