But it was purely due to your annoyance. Had less than anything to do with Rooster’s body, or his features, or the way he’d run his teeth over his lip in delight whenever he teased you. Or the way he was looking at you right now as he pushed himself forward, pressing you closer to the table.

“Lay down on that blanket,” he ordered in a raspy voice hardly above a whisper. He indicated the blue and white striped blanket he had been laying on in the earlier part of the day, held down by a few rocks at the corners to prevent it being ruffled by the light breeze. You balked at first, frowning into another kiss and trying to slip your hand inside his pants. He lightly tapped your hand away and growled, “I said, lay down on that blanket so I can taste your pretty pussy. Maybe that’ll keep you quiet for a few minutes.” The internal war between your desire to best Rooster and your desire for him was raging, but when he lifted you off the table with your legs still wrapped around him, the latter won out. You stumbled over to the towel and laid on your back, chest heaving with nerves and anticipation. It was just gonna be a quick, probably sub-par fuck, and then back to hating Rooster, you reminded yourself as he lowered himself to the ground, at eye level with your bent knees. The second his fingers trailed from your waist to the bathing suit top you still had on and yanked it off, however, that reminder became a little blurry in your mind. He then hooked fingertips over the waistband and your bikini bottoms underneath them and tugged them slowly down your legs. 

Bradley Fucking “Rooster” Bradshaw smirked. “You don’t have anything to say now, sweetheart?” 

The last ounce of fight inside you made you prop yourself up on your elbows and snap, “I’ll believe that you’re God’s gift to humanity if you can get even kind of close to making me come. Because right now一” Bradley buried his face in your cunt, and that final ounce floated out of your body and out across the ocean. 

You swore and dug your fingers into Bradley’s hair as he moved slowly, tongue dragging upwards to your clit and sucking it into his mouth. “Jesus!” you cried, so thankful, really, more thankful than you’d ever been, that the beach was devoid of any other living souls. He pulled at your clit a few times with his lips then rubbed his tongue in a tight circle over it. 

Never in your life had the pleasure built up this quickly. It was unreal. You choked and moaned and yanked him by his hair deeper into you. When you tugged, Rooster had to momentarily come up for air and laugh, and in doing so, his nose brushed your sensitive bud and made you cry out once more. 

“I thought this would shut you up a little bit, baby,” he hummed, and had you been in any sort of coherent mental state, you would have rolled your eyes. “Make you quit yelling at me or complaining about how I always have to do everything better than you.” Bradley slid a finger inside you without warning and began pumping with gentle strokes. “You know I just do all that shit to get your attention, right? You get so pissed off and stare me down with those fuck-me eyes and it gets me so fucking hard,” he muttered, kissing around your cunt and trailing little licks and bites up and down your hips.

Your mind reeled. There would be time, after no part of him was inside you anymore, to process everything he was saying. For right now, you just had to make him stop talking. Or keep talking. Which was it? Hard to remember with two of his fingers now fucking you hard and fast, and his tongue lazily swirling around your clit. You were an inch from the edge when Rooster thrust particularly hard with his fingers, pressed the pad of his thumb right into the spot you needed it most, and raised his head to look at you.

His chin was glistening with everything he’d hungrily taken from your cunt, and he smiled his smug-ass smile as he said, “You’re gonna come all over my hand, baby, and you’re gonna love it.” 

Fuck him for being so entirely correct. Your body seized and you thrust your hips into the air while waves of pleasure soared through you like the water not far from where your head was lying. Broken moans of something resembling his name slipped out of your mouth. This was the best fucking orgasm you’d ever had, including times you’d had your body entirely to yourself.

The bastard was still one-upping you. Unbelievable.

You shakily sat up on your elbows to look at him. Rooster had leaned back on his haunches and was examining your now entirely naked body almost like it was a new model aircraft that he was interested in pulling apart. “Wow,” he mused, to himself, it seemed. “You tasted so fucking sweet.” Absently, he inserted the middle and fourth fingers of his right hand into his mouth and sucked them clean of your cum, never taking his eyes off your bare form. 

You could feel your cheeks color and crossed your legs, partly to block his invasive view (although, you thought, you had just allowed him to see it in a fairly intimate way), but partly because heat was rising embarrassingly fast in your lower regions as you watched the sweaty, ocean-slicked man hovering above you lick his fingers clean of your juices. He had gotten slightly more tanned from the hours at the beach, and his torso looked heavenly in the dim light of the ever-setting sun.

“Bradley,” you whispered, unsure what to do next. You reached a hand up to cover your breasts, but Rooster gently pushed it away as he leaned over you. He brought both hands to rest beside your shoulders and your legs once more wrapped around his waist. This time, however, there was hesitation. There was gentleness and nerves and it was silent, save for the waves crashing behind you. “Bradley, should we be doing this?”

“Do you want to?” he murmured. He pressed sweet kisses around your neck and collarbone, tenderness dripping from everyone, then made his way up to speak softly in your ear. “I know that picking on you wasn’t a good way to show you I was into you. I’m an ass, and I’m sorry.”

A laugh almost escaped you. You’d been waiting to hear those words, or any equivalent, for years. The tone of this encounter had switched so suddenly that you hadn’t realized you were toying with Bradley’s dog tags while he kissed you, or that your stupid conscience was about to force the following words out of you: “I just wanted to accomplish some things with you, not slightly behind and worse than you, you fucking stupid dickhead.” 

Bradley threw his head back and laughed so loudly, some seagulls a half-mile down the beach took terrified flight. He grinned and buried his face back in your neck, apparently not done kissing the soft skin there. “I want to accomplish a lot of things with you, and I should definitely not be so competitive. Friends?” he asked, voice muffled by the kisses he was now littering around your breasts.

“Oh, gee, I don’t know,” you chuckled, your fingers reaching up to wrap in the few small curls that formed at the base of his neck whenever his hair was wet. “I don’t usually let my friends eat me out within an inch of my life and give me the best orgasm I’ve ever一ah, shit, shouldn’t have said that, should I?” Bradley had lifted his face to beam at you like an excited puppy.

“The best?” he crowed. He pushed himself up on extended arms, biceps flexing in an annoyingly attractive manner, and started to shimmy out of his trunks as best he could with one arm at a time. “You hear that, North Island? This lady says I’m the best she’s ever had, and I haven’t even fucked her proper yet!” 

“Shut UP!” you yelled, despite the fact that he was about six inches away from your face. “You’re about to piss me off again,” you warned. Bradley’s eyes grew wide in partial mock horror. It seemed that the other emotion behind the look was pure, unadulterated excitement, because he leaned down to your lips and said, 

“Does that mean you’re going to let me fuck you like I still hate you?”

There was no hesitation whatsoever in your mind or voice as you replied, “Make me fucking cry, Bradley.” Rooster fell to his forearms as he finally extricated himself from his swim trunks. Your hips were now pressed together, his erection pressing into your stomach as he gave you one, last, furious kiss before lining himself up with your entrance. You barely got a chance to look at his dick before he was entering you with a restrained hiss of pleasure. The glimpse you got was long, thick, and fucking gorgeous, but then the stretch of him inside you was all you could feel or think about. He bottomed out gently and the two of you looked into each other’s eyes. His name fell from your lips in a pleasured sigh as you gripped at his biceps. “Bradley…”

“Don’t一” He grunted suddenly, and pulled out only to slam back into you with enough force to make you cry out. “一call me Bradley right now. You call me fucking Rooster, you hear me?” He began fucking you so hard, you thought you might scream with every thrust. His pace picked up quickly, and with it, came the hot, tight, spiral of sweetness inside your cunt that he hit just right every single time. 

You were breathing hard, clinging onto him for dear life and just trying to stay conscious despite the pleasure that was blinding you. “Yes,” you panted, “Yes…Rooster.” It was a name you’d been calling him for as long as you could remember, but now that he had ordered you to say it, it felt dirty and sinful and really fucking hot. 

“You call me Bradley when I’m doing you nicely,” Rooster continued. “When I’m fucking you rough like this…” He trailed off with a whimper as you clenched around his cock and his head dropped for a moment before he recovered and kept up his vicious tirade of thrusts. “This…this is Rooster.” He punctuated each of the words with a flick of his hips, and tears began pricking at the corner of your eyes. 

You knew what he meant. He was trying to explain to you without ruining the mood, but you got it. You wrapped a hand around the back of his neck and moaned into his ear, “Rooster.” 

A hoarse cry, followed by a soft moan of “Baby, baby you feel so good wrapped around me,” left Rooster in one breath, and one hand reaching down to rub your clit in gentle but furious circles pushed you over the edge. You came with a scream that was muffled when you bit down on Rooster’s shoulder, forgetting the little tidbit you’d learned about the man earlier. The bite caused him to suck in a harsh breath and curse, and moments later, you felt him fill you up. It was far more satisfying then you ever could have expected, and you relished the seconds after Bradley collapsed beside you on the blanket, panting and wiping the sweat from his forehead. 

“I don’t actually hate you.”

“I know.”

Bradley closed his eyes and continued trying to regulate his breathing. You propped yourself up on one elbow to look at him. “So we’ll be doing that again, or…?” He chuckled with his eyes still closed. 

“Didn’t you hear me tell you?” He rolled over so he was facing you directly. “Bradley when it’s nice, Rooster when it’s rough. I think we might need to practice a few times for you to really get it.” 

You giggled and pulled your shorts back on while he watched you fondly. The search for your bikini top took a bit longer, since Rooster had thrown it quite far in his haste to have you naked. He watched you quietly as you looked around for it. Finally, you located it and Rooster’s trunks, and tossed the latter to him. He sat up and shimmied them on again, both of you working in comfortable silence. 

“Do you like ice cream?”

“Can’t eat it. Dairy.”

“Oh.”

You began throwing the empties on the picnic table in the trash can, as you meant to do about half an hour before your mortal enemy had rocked your world. “See, I never knew that,” Rooster said, joining you in cleaning. 

“You’ll learn. Now that you’re not so busy ‘yanking my pigtails’, maybe you can get to know me a little better.” You dropped the cans you were holding into the trash and gently pulled Bradley by his wrist into a quick but deep kiss. You felt him grin into the kiss and rest his hands on your hips for the barest of seconds. 

When everything was clean, you both grabbed your respective bags and began walking up the long, deserted beach to your cars. In the midst of the continued silence, you looked over to see Rooster biting his lip through a smile at the ground. “What?”

“Pigtails, huh?”