[Third Person pov]
Peter was buried deep in the sand up to his neck, Aria and the other girls were around him helping cover him up.
"I hope those two hurry with the food, I'm getting quite hungry" MJ said as she placed her hat over Peter's head to protect him from the sun.
"Unlikely… Jinx" Both Peter and Felicia said simultaneously as Felicia grabbed her glasses and placed them over Peter's face.
"Huh?" MJ asked looking lost, "What's that supposed to mean?"
"It means you're not getting your food anytime soon" Gwen said as she was tapping a toy shovel onto the bottom of a pail, she lifted up the pain revealing a small sand structure.
"And why not?" MJ asked, appearing aggrieved to hear such devastating news.
"Because they're fucking" Peter and Felicia said together once again before looking at each other and exclaiming, "Double Jinx"
MJ's face dropped as she asked, "You're kidding right?"
"like you have any place to talk" Gwen scoffed, which caused MJ's face to become flustered as she turned away and poured her lips.
…
Meanwhile, inside a beachside food court there was a bathroom, and within the bathroom there was a 5 stall lined up and a large sink lining the walls.
Inside one of the bathroom stalls, Harry was sitting on top of the lid while Lizzy was sitting on top of him panting, gasping for air as she rode him.
He was holding her thighs at his side, while Lizzy's bikini bottom was shifted off to the side where their connection could be visible. Her top was above her chest where her breast were spilled out.
Harry's grip tightened on Lizzy's thighs as she continued moving above him, the heat building between them intensifying with every thrust. She threw her head back, blond braid swaying down her shoulder as a moan escaped her lips, her hands clutching at his shoulders for balance.
"I can't... I can't believe we're doing this here," Lizzy gasped between ragged breaths, her voice carrying a mix of excitement and nervous energy.
Her hips rolled against his, her movements becoming more urgent as the sensations consumed her.
Harry pulled her closer, his mouth finding the exposed curve of her neck, his teeth grazing lightly along her skin. "I know, that's what makes it so much fun." Lizzy's fingernails dug into Harry's shoulders as another sharp gasp tore from her throat, her body tensing around him.
The dim overhead light flickered through the small gap between the stall door and frame, casting shifting shadows across her flushed skin. She could hear the distant murmur of voices and the steady drip of water from a nearby faucet, reminding her of how exposed they were in the crowded venue.
"Oh God, Harry," she whispered, her voice hoarse with need as she began moving faster, her hips grinding down with deliberate pressure. The thrill of possible discovery added an edge to the overwhelming pleasure building in her cоге.
Harry's fingers slipped from Lizzy's thighs to her ass, pulling her body flush against his as he deepened their connection. The wet heat between them grew more intense, her movements becoming more erratic as she neared the edge.
She bit her lower lip hard to stifle a moan, her eyes wide with the knowledge that someone could walk in at any moment.
"Shh," Harry murmured against her neck, his own breathing heavy. "You don't want to draw attention." He shifted his grip to her hips, guiding her movements in smooth, measured strokes. The rhythm between them created a delicious friction that sent electricity through both their bodies.
Her fingers tangle in Harry's hair as she pulls him closer, her mouth seeking his in desperate hunger. The kiss is messy and urgent, lips crushing together with the force of suppressed passion. Her teeth catch on his bottom lip for a second before he opens for her, allowing her tongue to explore the heat of his mouth.
She grinds down harder, feeling him fill her completely as her hips circle in small, needy movements. The wet sounds of their coupling echo softly in the confined space of the stall, mixing with their ragged breathing.
Lizzy's body tightens like a bowstring, her nails digging into Harry's shoulders as the orgasm rips through her. Her back arches, pressing her breasts against his chest as she throws her head back with a silent scream. Her walls clamp down around him rhythmically, pulsing in time with the hammering of her heart.
Harry groans into her neck, his grip on her hips becoming almost bruising as he holds her still for his own release. Hot seed floods inside her, each pulse coinciding with a sharp thrust upward that presses her body even tighter against his.
For several seconds, they remain locked together, Lizzy quivering against him as the aftershocks ripple through her. Lizzy collapses against Harry's chest, her forehead pressing into the crook of his neck as she struggles to catch her breath. His arms wrap around her, pulling her flush against him as the last tremors of climax work through both their bodies. His cheek rests against the top of her head, feeling the damp strands of her braid sticking to his skin.
Neither of them speaks. The only sounds are Lizzy's uneven breathing and the distant thrum of the crowd outside. The air feels thick with heat and sweat, mixing with the musky evidence of their passion. Slowly, deliberately, Harry reaches up to brush a strand of hair from Lizzy's face, his thumb grazing the flushed skin of her cheek.
As Lizzy carefully detaches herself from Harry, a warm trickle runs down her inner thigh. She bites her lip at the intimacy of it, her fingers brushing the evidence away as she looks down at his semi-hard length still glistening with their combined fluids. Her stomach flutters with fresh arousal despite just having climaxed.
She kneels on the sticky floor of the stall, her movements slow and deliberate as she leans forward. Her hands wrap around his cock, one sliding up to the base while the other gently cups his balls. She flicks her tongue out, lapping at the tip in broad strokes, gathering the taste of both of them mixed together. The flavor is saltier than she expected, tinged with her own arousal and the musk of his skin. She swirls her tongue around the head, her mouth enveloping him as she starts to bob her head in slow, measured movements. One hand continues massaging his sac while the other pumps the base of his shaft, her fingers pressing against the thick vein running along the underside.
Harry's breathing deepens as she works him with her mouth, his hands coming to rest on her head. His fingers weave through her hair, not guiding but simply feeling the texture against his skin.
His hips shift slightly, his body responding to the attention she's giving him even as he remains still to avoid making noise. "Fuck," he whispers, the sound rough and quiet. His grip in her hair tightens just slightly, his body tensing as she continues working him over. The overhead light flickers again, casting shifting shadows across the stall, highlighting the damp strands of her braid clinging to her sweat-slicked back.
Lizzy hums around his cock, the vibration rippling along his shaft as she increases the pressure of her suction. Her free hand reaches up to squeeze his thigh, feeling the muscles flex beneath her palm. She can taste more of him now, saltier as his arousal builds again. His fingers curl against her scalp, not pulling but staying just at the edge of movement.
It didn't take long as he was still sensitive from his recent climax "Lizzy," he breathes, his voice a warning and a plea all at once. She feels him growing thicker in her mouth, his cock pulsing as he nears the edge. His grip on her hair tightens, pulling her head back just enough to stop her movements as he struggles to control himself.
She looks up at him through her lashes, his flushed face in the dim light as she continues to stroke him with her hands. "I want to taste you," she whispers, her voice rough with desire. She swipes her tongue across her lips, leaving them glistening in the flickering light.
Harry exhales sharply through his nose, his hips giving an involuntary jerk at her words. "Christ," he mutters, his pupils blown wide as he watches her. His grip shifts from restraining to cradling, his thumbs brushing along her temples as he nods his permission. Lizzy doesn't hesitate, taking him deep again as her hands work his length in tandem with her mouth. The wet sounds echo louder in the confined space, her tongue swirling along the underside during her ascent.
His hips rock subtly, unable to stay still as she worships him with her mouth. His breathing grows ragged, his fingers flexing against her scalp. When she moans around him-purposely this time, the vibration traveling straight to his core-Harry's control snaps. A guttural groan escapes his lips as he spills into her mouth, thick ropes of cum flooding over her tongue. Lizzy swallows instinctively, her throat working as she accepts everything he gives her. Her hands continue their motions, stroking him through his release until the last drops seep from the tip. Only then does she pull back, her tongue darting out to catch what escaped the corners of her mouth. She looks up at him with half-lidded eyes, her lips swollen from their use and still glistening.
Harry is breathing hard, his chest rising and falling rapidly as he stares down at her. One hand moves from her hair to cup her cheek, his thumb brushing over her damp bottom lip. The taste of him remains on her tongue as she nuzzles into his touch, her expression still clouded with residual arousal. His thumb strokes across her face with the gentlest of touches, his breathing gradually slowing as he admires her.
"How was that?" she asks softly, breaking the silence. Her words come out hoarse from exertion, and she has to swallow again as the last traces of his release catch in the back of her throat.
Harry's lips twitch into something between a smirk and a dazed smile. "Fucking incredible," he murmurs, his thumb still tracing along her cheekbone.
"Good because we're not done..." Lizzy says as she pushes herself back up to her feet, she braces herself against the door, looks back at him, and spreads her cheeks with one hand exposing her used cunt to him. The swollen pink flesh glistens with moisture, his seed leaking from her entrance. Harry's eyes darken at the sight, his cock twitching with renewed interest even as he just came down her throat. He steps closer, pressing his front against her back, his hands sliding around to splay across her stomach.
Lizzy moans as she feels his erection pressing against her lower back, the evidence of his arousal already growing again.
…
"If those motherfuckers don't hurry with my food, I'm stabbing them both" MJ grumbled, clearly irritated as tick marks appeared over her head.
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