Beach Jules R34 Novels & Stories

I sent her a text saying that I was with my friends and would call her as soon as I could. Janelle pushes a red-colored drink towards me. “What's this?” I ask as I draw it in for a sip. “Sex on the Beach,” she replies as she sips her drink. “And this one is Sex with the Captain.” Beside her, Ren smirks, “You're trying to get laid, babe?” She grins at him. “Yes, Ren.” He smirks at her. “Just not by you.” After three, or was it four, drinks, Ren says, “You're trying to get laid, huh?”

“I love everything you do, Renee. I can never get enough of you.” “I’ve never had sex on a beach before. I find it makes me hornier to know we could get caught. You going to put that fire out for me? If so, you need to fuck me harder and make me cum hard,” Renee said as she licked her way back down his neck and to his chest. “You are going to be the death of me,” Jesse growled and gave her what she wanted.

Jules cried out—sharp and high—and clutched at Reed’s back, nails digging into muscle. “Right there—fuck, do that again.” Reed did it again. And again. Hips snapping with purpose now, hard and brutal, rhythm punching moans out of Jules’s throat like bullets from a gun. “You’re so fucking loud,” Reed growled, biting down on Jules’s shoulder. “Whole tunnel probably knows you’re getting bred like a bitch in heat.” Jules bit his lip, eyes glassy. “Then fuck me like one.” That snapped something.

I patted her back soothingly and said, "Don't be scared. I'm here." Just as one of the bodyguards was about to grab Stella's arm, a dart sliced through the air and embedded itself in his arm. I quickly covered Stella's eyes, shielding her from the sight of fresh blood spurting from the point of impact. The bodyguard's pained cry echoed around the beach. Five jet-black helicopters with shark heads painted on the sides descended from the sky. Their massive propellers whipped up wild winds that buffeted the parasols on the beach in every direction.

The july morning could not be more beautiful as Riven looked out into the water. The sea was like a mirror, already there was heat shimmer rising from the pebbles of the beach. Riven pulled on a pair of beach shorts as his girlfriend, Wrenda donned a pair of her bikini bottoms. They both walked out of the back door onto the beach and down to the sea for a refreshing dip. He lagged behind slightly so he could cunningly be able to see her perfect bottom wiggle in her bikini briefs.

Julian opens the cooler. "Last call if the drink comes out. River, you in?" Beckett invites me, pointing back toward the back of the boat. I nod my head in denial. "I'm happy to just sit back and watch this round pass, but thanks." Julian starts serving vodka and ginger ale into insulated travel mugs and handing them to everyone except Beckett as the wakeboard is packed up and the boat sails on over to a new location. Julian "Hey, Jules, how's Camille?" Micah asks, sitting down at the bow across from River and me. Shit, I don't feel like discussing Camille today.

"Keep your guard up. Stay light on your feet. Phin, good work. Teddy, watch your left side." The hours passed, the sun climbing higher in the sky. Sweat poured down our faces as we pushed ourselves to the limit. Marilee watched from the sidelines, her eyes wide with fascination. Phin walked over to her during a break with a juice box he'd retrieved from somewhere. "You okay, babygirl?" Marilee nodded, reaching out to touch his face as he held the straw to her lips, making her drink. "I'm okay. Can... Can my new friends have a juice, too?"

Risk was seated next to me until Jules insisted they switch spots. “I’m way more interesting than you are,” Jules told his husband. Risk rolled his eyes but acquiesced. Once Jules was settled, he leaned over to me, his elbow resting on the arm of the chair with his chin in his hand. “So, have the two of you fucked yet?”

“On the beach. Right where the water meets the sand. I want to feel the waves on my ankles while you fuck me.” Julian’s grip tightens. His cock jumps against Jamie’s. “Get up,” he says—low, commanding. They don’t bother with clothes. Julian grabs a condom and the small bottle of lube from the nightstand. Jamie grabs a large beach towel from the stack by the door. They walk out barefoot—sand still cool from the night—down the short wooden path to the private stretch of beach. The tide is coming in slowly. Small waves lap at the shore, retreating in white foam.

She readily complied seeing she had already agreed to fuck both of the guys before coming upstairs. Julie closed her eyes and let her hands roam over her body as she slowly swayed to the music. She looked directly at Ken as she removed her sweater, revealing her yellow lace bra. During the next song, she unzipped her jeans to give the guys just a little peek at her panties before asking Ken for help taking them off. His hands slip over her ass as he pulled her jeans over her hips and down her legs. Julie's matching yellow, lace bikini panties were now exposed.