Nikki Reed Bikini Novels & Stories

I stared blankly at the closed door, still finding the act ridiculous. I knocked gently on the door and waited for Nikky to open up. After a short moment of waiting, she opened it narrowly and stood there. From her feet up to her head, my eyes ran through… Nikky wore a red crop top singlet with thin straps and red shorts that looked like they came in a set with the singlet. Her feet were covered with white socks, and it was very obvious that she wasn't wearing anything underneath the top. My eyes caught her nipples, sticking their heads out. Nikky had round firm and full breasts. My eyes drifted back up. I opened my mouth to speak, but her voice rose above mine.

Alice asked if I wanted to join them in going to the bar in the city next to their territory, and I said yes without thinking because Nikka would be there. Because of my stupidity, I didn’t even get to appreciate how beautiful Nikka looked tonight. She let her sandy brown hair down and wore a simple little black dress, accentuating her perfect form. And even if she was already tall, she still wore high heels that made her taller and sexier. She could definitely pass up as eighteen or older. I’d been staring at my phone, but no messages came. I’d been contemplating if I should call, but I knew many were around her, so I typed in another message instead, trying to be calmer this time.

NIKO Past... “Nikki, what are you doing here?” I ask, wondering who I have to maim for letting her into my office without permission. The dark-haired woman stutters towards my desk in a red jumpsuit, a designer bag hanging off her arm. “Sometimes a girl needs a little excitement in life, where else to find it than here in New York? We always have fun together, fighting, fucking, blowing shit up, a man like you has needs, so I thought why the hell not” she ends with a shrug.

She doesn't need to tell me twice. Taking her hand in mine, we walk toward the ocean. We have quite a bit of privacy here, because this is private property and the other rooms face away from this particular spot. It's exactly why I chose this hotel and why I always come here—it's flexible, and a lot can be done without prying eyes. Nikki takes off her dress, and she's in just her underwear. Not even a bathing suit—dark lacy underwear that just hugs her body perfectly. The look she gives me under her lashes makes me hard.

Neither of us moved. By the time we got back to the house, the energy had shifted. Someone (probably Jax) yelled “bikini party!” like it was a command from God. Nobody argued. Within ten minutes the rooftop deck was transformed: speakers cranked, string lights on, cooler dragged up, bottles sweating in the humid night air. I changed last. Black bikini. Simple. High-cut bottoms, triangle top that tied behind my neck and back. Nothing crazy. But when I stepped out onto the deck, the breeze caught the sheer cover-up I’d thrown over it, and the thing floated open like it had a personal vendetta against modesty.

he whispered. "We’re going to run you hot," Matteo added, his eyes dark with intent. "I’m taking you bikini shopping at the Virelli Luxury Plaza," Matteo decided. "We’ll help you choose," Nickie winked. "Or we could just skip the clothes entirely on the Santoro Private Island." I giggled as they all converged on me, their parents quietly exiting the room to give us space. At the Virelli Luxury Plaza, I stood in the dressing room of Fierce Bikini Babe. I was wearing a high-waisted baby blue bikini. I looked... powerful. I tried to delete the files where Matteo called me 'heavy,' stepping out to face them.

I asked her what was in it and she said “things to keep our mouths busy.” When we reached the gym and went to the pool, I showed Nahlela the changing rooms but she didn’t even bother going there to change. She shimmied out of her clothes revealing her wine red bikini. I couldn’t take my eyes off her. Her body was perfect and the piercing on her belly button was everything. The bikini was beautiful but her body made it sexy and appealing. Runway models had nothing on her. Victoria secret models had nothing on her even Alexa Turner’s models had nothing on her. This was a sight I would welcome seeing every day. I could even buy three hundred and sixty-five bikinis for her to model for me every

I sip, then casually, though graciously, dismiss Simon. Once alone, Nikki takes her flute into my suite. With her other hand, she selects a non-descript black box from the gift bag that has no logo stamped on it to identify where it’s come from. The sex club. She passes it to me, takes a deeper drink, then sets aside the glass to start stripping down. I settle into a chair alongside the fireplace, but her purpose is to make a production of her tease-show. And I’m enrapt. When she’s down to her red-satin-and-black-lace bra, a matching thong and high heels only, it’s not just fiery adrenaline pumping through me. My blood turns to magma. My nerve endings snap like livewires.

Mia nodded her head while agreeing to his condition. Reed began to do laps when Mia came to the rooftop. He personally designed the rooftop with a huge pool with a garden surrounding it all around, giving him the privacy he needs. He did not stop swimming, but he can still hear when she dropped her robe and when she dipped her feet in the water. In the two years of their acquaintance, he saw Mia in a bikini countless times. She is a beautiful woman as it is, but in a barely covered bikini, she tempts him to the point where he has to hold tightly to his last shreds of control. Her killer curves are a vision. No other woman in this world can tempt him as she can. But she is the forbidden fruit

" Irene pouted and lowered the camera. She was wearing a bikini, and from this angle, her cleavage was particularly impressive.