Chapter 657: Tease, Tide, and Temptation

"Gods, your mouth’s a weapon. Gonna make me cum just feeding me."

I did a rosé refill— helping her sip and she let the drink spilling deliberate, pink rivulets racing breats. I raced on and started lap them, tongue swirling around nipple through cloth, biting gentle.

"You’re dessert," I rasped, hand spanning around her waist, thumbs in her hipbones. She fed me pineapple, juice running my pecs, her tongue chasing, sucking nipple hard, teeth scrape. "Fuck, your body’s a buffet. Wanna eat every inch."

Shrimp tail—held it to her lips, she sucked it slow, tongue swirling like cock, eyes promising ruin. "Imagine this on your dick," she moaned,

pussy

pulsing visible, wet patch spreading. I fed her coconut meat—creamy chunks, milk dripping chin, licking it clean, tongue dipping navel, her hips bucking,

ass

bouncing sand.

Mango cube balanced on her abs—she crunched slow, juice pooling navel. I sucked it out, tongue fucking the dip, her scream echoing gulls.

"Lower, Eros

—fuck

, eat me like this." Hand yanked thong aside for a brief flash,

pussy

glistening, but I pulled back, smirking.

"Patience,

love. Feast first."

Pineapple spear next —held it between teeth, she bit half, lips brushing mine, juice mixing kiss our tongues tangling sticky-sweet. Her

tits

crushed my chest, nipples drilling,

ass

grinding my thigh, her thong covered pussy soaked through.

"Gonna fuck you with fruit next," she gasped, feeding me shrimp, fingers lingering lips, sucking them clean.

Rosé bottle passed—her drinking deep, throat bobbing, spilling deliberate down between her breasts, rivers racing toward her pussy. I lapped every drop, tongue tracing her abs, dipping into her belly button, stopping short of heaven.

"You’re killing me," she whined, her ass bouncing with impatience, pussy lips swollen beneath fabric clinging wet.

Final mango—juice dripping down her thigh. I licked slow from knee to hip, teeth grazing the curve of her ass cheek, biting firm.

"Perfect,"

I growled, hand slapping that perfect ass—flesh rippling, red print blooming instant. She moaned, pussy squirting a faint arc through her panties.

"Fuck the surfing we agreed on—fuck me now."

"Soon," I promised, kissing her salty, mango-sweet lips. "Boards after dessert."

She pounced, breasts smothering me, pussy grinding against my cock through shorts, soaked heat promising ruin. The beach burned with attention, every eye devouring us, our feast a prelude to waves and what would come after.

Ava’s

moan

vibrated against my lips—mango-sweet and desperate. Her body crushed to mine, pussy grinding soaked heat through my shorts, the thong just a useless scrap now, lips swollen and pulsing with every roll of her hips.

Her nails clawed my back, red trails stinging with salt-sweat. Her ass bounced in my grip, sand kicking with each movement.

"Fuck me, Eros," she begged, voice raw, breath hot on my neck, pussy squirting faint arcs through fabric. "Right here—ruin me on this blanket."

I growled low, cock throbbing iron against her, precum mixing with ocean brine. But I pulled back slow—hands spanning her waist, thumbs digging into hipbones, holding her still.

"Not yet, love," I rasped, letting charm flare thick, making the air feel syrupy around us, watching her pupils blow wide. "You love the tease. Let it burn."

She whimpered, her chest heaving, nipples hard as diamonds, pussy clenching on nothing, a fresh gush soaking her inner thighs.

"You

bastard,"

she hissed, but her grin was feral, teeth bared, tongue licking mango juice from her lips. "Gonna make me surf with this ache? Cruel."

"Cruel?"

I stood, hauling her up with me—her body sliding against mine, dragging along my chest, her ass brushing my cock, sand cascading from her curves like water. "I’m merciful. Giving you something to ride harder before you ride my cock."

I grabbed the boards—black for me, crimson for hers—wax gleaming citrus-sharp under sun. "Surf’s up. Let’s make the ocean jealous."

The walk to the water was a parade.

Every eye on the beach locked onto us. Women froze mid-sip, rosé glasses trembling in their hands. One dropped her phone into the sand with a gasp, her gaze glued to my abs, sweat tracing every ridge, cock a thick outline in soaked shorts.

A redhead in a white one-piece bit her lip, thighs rubbing together audible even over the waves, nipples visibly hard against fabric.

Men averted their stares, shoulders hunching, instinctively recognizing an apex predator in their territory.

Ava strutted ahead of me, her ass a hypnotic rhythm, thong string taut between those perfect cheeks, pussy lips outlined obscene through the wet fabric, glistening like a beacon in the sunlight.

A surfer dude paddling out wiped out mid-stare, board flipping, dunking him with a yelp. The crowd hooted.

The air grew thicker as we approached the waterline—brine, wax, sun-baked skin, and the electric musk of her arousal cutting through it all.

The ocean roared—a living beast with lungs swelling salt and fury, exhaling foam that hissed like Ava’s breath against the wind. Sunlight shattered into liquid blades across the swell, each crest a molten edge carving the horizon.

We waded in together, boards under arms, cold water shocking our overheated skin. The lineup ahead—a dozen surfers bobbing like buoys—began to take notice.

Ava paddled ahead of me, and the show began again.

Her ass rose and fell with each stroke, a crimson heartbeat on the surface, cheeks flexing and spreading with each powerful arm pull. That thong string disappeared between paradise, the wet patch at her center glistening like a pearl catching sunlight.

Her breasts dragged through the water with each stroke, nipples drilling holes in her bikini top, abs flexing in rhythm, sweat and seawater tracing every defined ridge.

The lineup parted like worshippers before a goddess. Surfers drifted aside, jaws slack. One dude’s leash tangled as he stared too long—his board flipped, dunking him with a gargled yelp that echoed across the water.

A blonde in the lineup—her bikini top slipping from the motion of the waves—had one breast spill free, dark cherry nipple hardening in the wind. She gasped, but did fix it. Her gaze stayed locked on Ava’s ass carving through the water, mesmerized.

I made sure only I could see the almost naked scenes and the women around us.

A redhead nearby bit her lip hard enough to draw blood, thighs rubbing together beneath the surface. Her own chest rose and fell rapidly under a white one-piece, nipples tenting the fabric, her board drifting forgotten.

The first set rose on the horizon—a green cathedral wall, face glass-smooth, building with a low predatory growl that vibrated the water.

Ava caught it perfect.

She popped up fluid—knees bent, ass flexing hard as stone, her body adjusting with micro-movements as the wave lifted her. Water exploded in diamond arcs off her hips as she dropped in.

The wave sang—a high-pitched scream as it peeled, foam hissing like steam off her sun-hot skin.

She carved a bottom turn, board rail biting water with a wet ripping sound, spray sheeting across her abs. Her body moved in perfect rhythm, grinding against the wax, a scream of pure joy echoing past the gulls. Her ass flexed with each pump for speed, body working the wave like she was born in it.

The blonde in the water moaned audible, hand slipping between her thighs beneath the surface, exposed breast forgotten, eyes devouring every movement.

Ava kicked out high—board soaring, body twisting mid-air in a display of athletic grace, landing with a splash that drenched the nearby redhead. The woman’s gasp turned into a whimper, her breathing quickening.

"Your turn," Ava rasped, paddling back toward me. Water beaded on her nipples like diamonds. The blonde stared shameless, fingers still moving beneath her board.

I paddled hard, feeling the swell build beneath me. The wave reared up—a green monster, face glassing smooth and perfect, lip starting to curl overhead.

I dropped in—stomach lurching in freefall, board slapping water with a solid thud, knees compressing to absorb the shock.

Stood low as the wave began to hollow, the roar becoming a vacuum of sound, board rail digging in with a screech, spray exploding into my face in stinging needles, salt burning my eyes.

From the shoulder, Ava watched—perched on her board, the redhead having paddled closer, their arms brushing.

"Fuck, she’s gorgeous," the redhead whispered, voice carried on the wind, eyes fixed on Ava’s body.

I carved a bottom turn—G-force crushing, board pivoting 360 degrees beneath me, every muscle tensing for balance.

Top turn at the lip—board smacking with a crack, foam exploding chest-high, water sheeting off my skin.

I pumped for speed, legs burning, the wave’s energy grinding through the board into my body.

Tube vision—the green room closing around me, lip thundering overhead like a ceiling about to collapse, spray stinging every inch of exposed skin.

Kicked out just before the closeout—board launching into air, my body twisting, and I landed perfectly—straddling Ava’s board where she sat waiting.

Our bodies pressed together, floating as the wave crashed behind us in a roar of whitewater. The blonde and redhead stared from nearby, breathing hard, hands moving beneath the waterline.

"Still teasing?" Ava growled, nails raking down my back, her hips rolling against me with the motion of the waves.

"Always," I rasped, kissing those salt-and-mango lips, tongue flicking before I pulled back just enough to torture her. "Race you to the next set. Loser licks the winner clean—after sunset."