Chapter 25
I don't own PLL
Lucy's POV
It was a beautiful day here on the quiet beach of the Caribbean. My husband Ian Harding and I were away on a relaxing vacation enjoying some time off work. We were staying here for two more glorious weeks. We've only been here for a week now but I have loved every day of it and I don't want to leave anytime soon. It's been nice to get away from all the commotion of Los Angeles for a while. I was currently three months pregnant and a lot has been going on around us lately so we decided we needed a little getaway to relax.
Ian and I had spent our morning cuddled up on the couch that was on the walk out balcony connected to our luxurious hotel room suite. We simply laid there in each other's arms mesmerized by the stunningly breathtaking few of the ocean. We had spent most of our morning like that. Then we got some breakfast and decided to go spend some time on the beach itself rather than just observing its beauty from our room.
We were both fooling around in the cool water as well as swimming about. Currently we were pretty far out in the water—neither of our feet could touch. I was wearing a white string bikini and Ian was wearing his navy blue swimming shorts. Ian and I were playfully splashing each other and simply goofing around flirtatiously. Ian had taken me by surprise earlier when he splashed me so I was waiting for the prime opportunity to get him back for it. I pretend to swim away from him but in turn I go under water and swim up behind him quickly. My hands reach for the band of his shorts and I give a good tug on them. Unfortunately Ian managed to keep a hold of them and swiftly yank them back up. He whips around to face me with an absurd look.
"Lucy!" He shrieks in pure shock at my actions causing me to giggle profusely.
Ian swims after me and catches me before I can attempt to get too far away from him. Ian wraps his arms around my body and pulls me close. My little legs wrap firmly around my husband's waist and my arms around his neck while he keeps us afloat.
"You are quite the mischievous one aren't you?"
"Only when I need to be," I smile coyly at him with my voice laced in seduction.
"If I didn't know any better I would say you are suggesting we do something very naughty here in the ocean." Ian grins at me with a knowing look. He knows my body more than anyone, he always can tell when I'm horny, what I want, how I want it.
"What can I say, I love being naughty with you, for you."
Ian groans in response and I instantly feel his dick stirring awake and beginning to harden resulting in me giggling triumphantly at his playful glare.
"Don't blame me, I am always horny when it comes to you. Then when you add a baby I am always turned on and ready for some sort of satisfaction. Blame the hormones." I whisper in a low seductive tone against his lips prior to capturing his bottom lip between my teeth.
"We're in public," he reminds.
"So? You're my husband, I can seduce you wherever I please." My lips descend down his neck where I proceed to kiss and suck at his skin. My hand moves down between our bodies to slip inside of his shorts and grasp him in my hand, caressing him intently.
We dip down a little under the water due to Ian getting lost in the feeling of my hand caressing him and my lips sucking on him. Though in an instant his right arm tightened around my waist and his feet and left arm moved to keep us above water. I give him a knowing smirk and move my lips to his. I thrust my tongue into his mouth and moan loudly into his mouth in pleasure. Shortly thereafter does a wave crash through us causing our lips to separate.
"Why don't we relocate to somewhere a little more secluded and somewhere I can touch without the fear of nearly drowning because I'm distracted by your sexy ways?"
"Let's go." I smile widely at him at the idea of what we are about to do.
We both quickly begin to swim away all the way to these high docks that should provide some more privacy. No one was around there for the most part and as long as we aren't too loud no attention should be drawn to us. Once Ian and I make it under the docks he pins me up against one of the wooden support poles and I responsively wrap my legs around his waist. The water line was up past his knees, about mid-thigh or so.
At the moment Ian was sucking vigorously on my sweet spot in the crook of my neck making me moan out a loud steady moan. Ian slowly rocks his hips into mine to drive me wild as he takes his preciously slow time to get the foreplay going. His hands were caressing my sides and skimming my breasts, his lips were all over my neck and my ever growing pregnancy boobs, and his hips were thrusting against my bikini clad pussy.
"Ian…" I groan out needing him to hurry up and touch me.
However he ignores my desperate pleas for him to touch me. I was beyond sexually frustrated and couldn't stand any of his teasing games. After nearly ten excruciating minutes of me begging and whimpering for him to touch my clit it dawns on me why he is drawing this out and denying my desires. He is getting back at me for trying to remove his pants earlier. I knew he was doing this to win shall I say our little game of teasing that has become a constant game to our relationship since we began dating. I knew the only way to get what I want in a timely manner before I go crazy is to surrender and claim him victorious of today's teasing. I wasn't going to give in easily though, no, I was going to push him back.
Ian was far too into toying with me to notice my hands leaving his neck to relocate at my sides. I untie the strings on the sides of my bikini bottom. When he pulls his hips back ever so slightly before grinding into me once more I quickly remove the bottoms and hold them tightly in my right hand. I nuzzle my head to the side of his and press my lips up against the shell of his ear.
"I surrender babe, you win this one. I'm waving the white flag." My voice was dangerously low and I used as much seduction in it that I could muster up.
Ian removes his head from where it had been ravishing my neck to see what I was talking about. I watch in satisfaction as his eyes turn to pools of black lust as I wave my white bikini bottoms in the air with glorious grin playing on my lips. His mouth falls open and I feel his dick become even harder as it presses against me.
"Touch me Ian, if not I'll do it myself." To further more push his self-control I run my left hand down my body to grope my breasts and let out a moan causing him to growl.
"Fuck," he curses continuously under his breath.
Ian yanks down his shorts not caring that they rest at his ankles under the water. It happened so suddenly I hadn't even taken a breath before he thrusts balls deep into my slick scorching hot core. Ian was pounding full force into me and I was basking in the indescribable feelings coursing through my veins. I felt as if I was going to go insane. Ever since I got pregnant Ian has been wary about us having rough sex even though I assured him it wouldn't hurt the baby. Finally though I got him to understand he doesn't have to treat me like a glass vase every time we make love.
Yes, this is what I wanted! I grin in delight internally as he thrusts furiously in and out of me.
My first orgasm came before I knew it and I was sent screaming at the top of my lungs and nails digging deep into Ian's shoulders. Ian attaches his lips to mine as a way to silence my screams of pleasure. I let out a loud whimper when he flicks my swollen clit after I've come down from my first high. Ian's mouth works diligently to suck on my nipples after having to pull my breasts out of the bikini top because he was far too riled up to be bothered untying it.
My hands were fisting his hair roughly and tugging on it with each thrust. My hips rock in sync with his own and my back was far arched off of the wooden pole pressing itself right against Ian's face as he buries his face in my breasts. I have to keep my bottom lip locked between my teeth in hopes of preventing the loud screams that are dying to emit from my lungs.
I was finding it harder and harder to hang on to my second orgasm so I let my stomach muscles coil like usual and I cum ungodly hard once more. My walls clamp down on his dick and hold on it for dear life not wanting it to leave my depths. My walls were squeezing him so tight that Ian lost control of holding out on his own climax and came deep inside of me.
"Fuck, Ian baby ohhhh." I moan out, my eyes clenched shut.
My chest is heaving as I struggle to get even an ounce of air into my lungs. I have no doubt he is trying to draw out this mind-blowing climax for me because he is still ravishing my breasts even though his member has stiffened in me. Ian releases my wet nipple from his mouth and looks up at me with a smirk. I was far too in my orgasmic bliss state to even read what his eyes were saying.
My legs were numb as well as my brain. Ian's strong arms lift me farther up the support post a little further. He relocates my numb legs from their place wrapped around his waist to place them on his shoulders allowing my drenched pussy to be at eye level with him. His hands holds my torso firmly to assure I don't fall though I really am not that high up. My own hands were fisting his hair anxious for his next move.
Ian's hot breath fans my sensitive pussy causing it to involuntarily clench.
"Relax your muscles baby," he whispers softly.
Ian leans forward with a broad stroke proceeding to lick up all of our mixed cum. His tongue gives a fast amount of attention to my engorged clit causing my breath to remain uneven throughout the entire experience.
"Ian, ooohhhh fuck baby. I'm going to cum, oh good god."
I was sent spiraling down into my orgasm when he faintly bit my clit and sucked the life out of it. Ian then proceeds to lick up all of my juices from my sensitive pussy. My body had fallen limp and I was counting on him to keep me held up because I sure as hell have no control over my body movement right now. Ian moves me down until my feet were in the water and flat against the sandy ground. I kept my arms around his neck as a form of support for my wobbling legs.
"Want some help putting those bottoms back on?"
I nod my head with a coy smile. "I think we both know I can't let go of your neck due to the lack of stability my legs are currently providing me."
Ian ties my bikini bottoms back in place and readjusts my top to settle my breasts back in place. Seeing how I couldn't feel my legs I decide to go lay in the sand for a while whereas Ian wanted to relax in the water for a little bit longer. Ian had shifted me to his back where I had wrapped my arms and legs around his waist and neck for him to carry me up to the shore and over to where we had left our towels and clothes.
"If I sit you on your feet are your legs going to give out?" Ian asks.
"Probably so," I admit honestly with a faint giggle in my voice.
"Hold on tight then," Ian says causing me to tighten my arms around his neck. Ian release his hold on my thighs and leans over to pick up my towel. He lays it out flat on the sand for me. Ian then turns around and sits me down on the towel.
"Thank you, babe." I grin up at him happily and kiss him leisurely.
"Anytime," he whispers on my lips and kisses me once more. "Are you two hungry for lunch, it's getting kind of late?"
"Kind of, I figured I'd tan for a bit—." My sentence was interrupted by my stomach growling loudly in hunger.
"I'd say you two are hungrier than you thought." Ian laughs softly.
"I'd say so. Baby Harding is desperately craving a hamburger and fries."
"Why don't you and your jelly legs stay here and tan for a little bit and I will go find us some lunch and bring it back here?" Ian offers standing to his feet.
"You don't have to go by yourself babe, I'll come." I say trying to stand up but don't get very far.
"I'll be fine baby, just relax and enjoy the sun."
"Probably the best idea."
"I'll be back soon, honey."
Ian grabs his wallet from my bag that had been wrapped up in our belongings as well as handing me my sun glasses. Usually we wouldn't leave our things unattended but for the most part it is nice and secluded out here so we felt okay keeping our things here when we went swimming earlier. I turn to lay on my stomach then untie my bikini top and toss it off to my right to prevent tan lines. I close my eyes and let the warm sun soak in to my skin.
I was unsure how much time had passed due to my drowsiness creeping up and taking over my body. However I was pulled out of my peaceful light slumber when I felt my delicious sun disappear. Ian must be back already. I would have sat up and turned around but I was far too comfortable and sleepy to move. Just as I was about to say something to him I felt his hand run along my calf. Ooo so this is how he plans to wake me up. I grin forms on my lips the higher his fingertips ease.
"Mmm baby that feels good. My shoulders are a little sore from the angle of the support post earlier…" I trail off knowing he'd know what I meant.
I always love when he gives me a massage. Especially after a long day and my back is really sore from the baby weight I'm gaining as well as my growing breasts. Needless to say it has become an every night occurrence or else several times a week. Ian's hands creep up my back until they reach my shoulders where he begins massaging my sun-kissed flesh.
However something felt…off?
This wasn't like his usual massages. Usually he'll kiss my neck or back as his hands relax me but he wasn't doing that now. His hands spread out so his palms were flat against my sides as they skimmed the sides of my breasts.
My eyes snap open and my heart stops.
This wasn't Ian.
This wasn't his hands. They were rough, not the silk smoothness I am accustomed to.
I quickly jump back and scream—holding the towel firmly to my exposed chest to shield my body.
"Who the fuck are you?" I scream at the unknown man in front of me.
"Well you beautiful little lady, I am Kevin." The man grins. He was wearing black swim shorts sane shirt, dirty blonde hair and green eyes.
"Why in the hell were you touching me! Get the hell away from me now!" I all but scream at him. I wish I had my phone with me to call Ian for help but we had vowed to keep our phones turned off and kept in our hotel suite.
"I saw you earlier in the water and knew I could pleasure your sexy body more than that other guy and your ass…" He shakes his head and whistles.
I feel sick and disgusted. Kevin tries to move closer toward me and grasps the towel. I slap his hand away and swiftly make my way to my feet, wrapping the towel securely around my body.
"I am married. What kind of sick, deluded, pervert watches two people having an intimate moment like that?" I feel my skin crawling at the thought of another man touching my body let alone massaging it.
"What is going on here?" Ian's firm voice calls from behind me instantly allowing my body to relax.
"Nothing man, I was simply introducing myself to this sensational woman here." Kevin's cocky grin appears to be glued to his face.
Ian sits our two bags of food down in the sand along with a couple bottles of water. I instantly move back several steps to be closer to Ian.
"First off, this sensational woman here is my wife so back off. Secondly, what exactly did you do to my wife?" Ian's voice was very heavy and expressed he certainly was not pleased.
"I thought he was you, I was sleeping and woke up to him touching my body and I just—I am so sorry Ian." I whimper terrified at his reaction.
"You touched my wife." Ian says as a statement rather than a question.
"I'm so sorry," I repeat to him.
Ian doesn't even let the guy say anything before Ian steps around me and punches Kevin. It all happened so fast I couldn't process it. Even though he was a big guy he went down with just one punch proving just how hard Ian hit him. Once he was on the ground Ian hit him once more then turned to look at me.
"Are you okay baby? What did he do?" Ian shows not even a trace of anger toward me making me feel relieved.
"I fell asleep and woke up to what I thought was you running your fingertips along my body. I made a comment about my back and he moved his hands to massage it and it felt foreign to me. Then he well." I trail off nervous of what he'll reaction be to what happened.
"Then he what?"
"I realized it wasn't you when his hand skimmed down the side of my breasts and nearly my stomach." I whisper lowly.
I could see the fury in his eyes. I was beyond thankful and thrilled that he hadn't touched my stomach in anyway, that is mine and Ian's personal way to connect with our baby. The only people who will ever touch and caress my stomach will be Ian and myself, it is our thing and only our thing.
"But that isn't all. He saw us earlier under the docks when we were fooling around. He felt he could 'pleasure me more' than you did."
"Bastard," Ian mutters and turns to possibly hit the egotistical man once more.
"Ian, Ian don't. I'd rather us just go back to the hotel and cuddle up. Please?" I pull on his arm in hopes of preventing him from striking the already groaning in pain Kevin.
I plead with my eyes when he was about to protest. Ian finally gives in, pulls Kevin to his feet and tells him to get lost and stay away from me. Once we were alone Ian held the towel for me while I put my bikini top back on and slipped on my denim shorts.
"Are you okay?" Ian pulls me into his arms and holds me close.
"I'm still startled by it but other than that I'm okay. I just want to forget about this."
Ian nods his head in understanding and helps me gather our belongings. Once we had our few things picked up we began walking down the beach to our hotel. Ian had our shared towel hanging around his neck, the strap of my bag on his shoulder even though I told him I could carry it, and our food bag in his left hand. Our fingers were laced together tightly needing that source of comfort after what just took place.
"Oh I almost forgot, here you go." Ian pulls out a hamburger from the white paper bag.
I frown and shake my head in slight denial. "After what just took place ten minutes ago I'm not all that hungry anymore."
"It's already four in the afternoon and you haven't eaten since we got up at seven this morning. Baby Harding need to eat. Please, just eat some at least?" Ian asks softly.
Ever since I became pregnant he has been all the more protective of me and made sure I've had everything I have craved or desired. He always was always quick to react whenever I was hungry or feeling ill no matter the hour.
"Hand it over," I nod my head reluctantly. He was right after all, our baby needs to eat.
I unwrap the hamburger and take a bite out of it. Much to my surprise my stomach growls softly in hunger and I can't get enough of this delicious burger. Ian chuckles softly beside me and shakes his head knowing full well my body would react that way once I had taken only one bite from such a delicious item.
"God this is heavenly," I moan in pleasure at the wonderful taste.
When I finish off the hamburger I reach for the bag from his hand to eat some of the French fries that have spilled out at the bottom of the sack. I hand Ian one of the hamburgers in the bag for him when he asked for one. He was just as pleased with its mouthwatering taste that I was. By the time we made it to our hotel we had already finished off our wonderful food.
We get up to our room in no time and decide a much needed cuddle session needed to take place. Ian sits our stuff down on the couch in the living room area while I remove my shorts and bikini in a heap on the floor then climb into the luxurious bed. Ian strips off his swim shorts then climbs into the bed beside me where we proceed to cuddle and snuggle happily.
I lace my fingers over Ian's right hand which had been wrapped around the front of my waist to slide it up slightly to relocate it on my slight baby bump. However I wasn't expecting Ian to wince slightly when I squeezed his hand faintly.
"What's wrong?" I ask with worry and pull his out from under the comforter.
His knuckles were slightly pink and swollen. "Ian," I frown looking at him over my shoulder and he simply shrugs passing it off as if it were no big deal.
"Don't worry about it Luce, it's just a little sore from hitting him so hard. I'll be fine."
My lips press gently against each of his knuckles to leave butterfly kisses all over it. I turn to roll over so I am now facing him. I run my fingers through his hair looking him deeply in the eye. My lips hover over his before I lean up that two extra centimeters and kiss him leisurely. When our lips draw back I rest my forehead against his and keep my body pressed up against his.
"Thank you," I whisper faintly.
"For what?" He wonders.
"Everything. The way you've always protected me and kept me save. Punching that ass today without hesitation. I'm just very lucky and thankful to have you and our baby."
Ian's hand caresses my bare arm making me smile. Our lips were soon reattached allowing things to escalade. Ian rolls us over until he was on top of me with his hands roaming my body. We couldn't stop whispering how much we loved and adored each other in between our kisses. We spent the rest of the afternoon into the late hours of the night making love with each other until we grew hungry which led to us ordering dinner in bed. Afterward we continued ravishing the other until we were too exhausted and satisfied to move.
I'm not entirely in love with this chapter compared to how I thought it would play out. So I'm sorry about that. Up next is another Lucian chapter. It may revolve around their latest twitter war ;). It is already written so 25 reviews and I will post it tomorrow. I am also hoping to update Forever Loved this weekend as well.