Round 9 and a half.

Claire was in the little kitchen making a huge pile of sandwiches. Rob was leaning on the door frame watching her.
‘I thought you were helping?’ she glanced up.
‘I’ll do whatever you tell me.’ He said quietly. He shrugged himself away from the wall and came and stood beside her. ‘Tell me what to do.’
He was so close she could feel the heat from his body radiating out. She started to tingle. But she held firm. She was not going to be just another notch on his bedpost. Oh she wanted him, but she wanted him to get the others out of his system first.
‘Here.’ She handed him a roll of cling film. ‘Could you cover them all over please? We don’t want them full of sand.’ She watched his beautiful fingers peel the cling from the roll and wrap the food in it. Damn those fingers! Damn the whole of him, he was too perfect.
When he’d done that he turned back to her. He brushed his hand lightly over her bare arm. His eyes held something that made her knees weaken. Why not? She shook her head. No. Not yet. If she took him now she wouldn’t want to give him back, and she knew some of the others had designs on him. When they’d done with him, then maybe.
‘Please.’ He breathed.
‘I’m not saying no, Rob. I’m just saying not yet. I have my reasons.’
‘But you want me? You want to?’ He moved a little closer until his breath was moving her hair.
‘Yes.’ She leaned into him and breathed him in. Then she pulled back and picked up a plate of sandwiches. ‘Now the others are waiting for these. Come on.’ She smiled.

‘What’s the hell’s the noise?’ Claire said as they opened the bus doors. It was a rumbling, growling sound, and bloody loud.
‘Sounds like a motor bike. A big one.’ Rob squinted against the sun to look up the lane to the road.
They both stood and watched as a huge, silver and purple Harley thundered towards them.
‘I know that bike!’ Rob sounded excited. ‘That’s Ewan!’
‘Who?’
‘Old friend. I told him we were coming down this way and he said he’d try and join us for a bit.’ Rob put the plate he was holding down on the step and ran over to where Ewan was parking up under a huge tree.
‘Fuck me Rob! I thought I was never going to find you!’ Ewan pulled his helmet off and stripped off his leathers. Claire grinned. Oh Heidi and Simone were going to love him!
‘Hi.’ He called over to her.
‘Oh yes. Ewan this is Claire. Claire, Ewan.’ Rob introduced them.
‘So you’re Claire?’ Ewan looked her up and down.
‘It would appear so.’ She raised an eyebrow and gave him a puzzled look.
‘Rob’s been texting me, when there’s a bloody signal. That’s how I knew where to find him. You’ve been mentioned.’ He gave Rob a meaningful look. Rob blushed.
‘Nice to meet you Ewen.’ She shot Rob a look of her own. ‘You hungry?’
‘Starving.’ Ewan looked her over again. Rob glanced between the two of them. Claire smiled and turned to retrieve the food. Yes he was cute, but he wasn’t Rob.

‘Looks like lunch is ready. You want some?’ Nessie turned on her side to look up at Bobby.
‘Do you?’ He pulled her sunglasses off so he could see her eyes.
‘Not food, not yet. I haven’t done anything to work up an appetite.’ She reached out to take her glasses back. As she did Bobby grabbed her wrist. He brought it up to his lips and kisses the palm of her hand, running his tongue down to her elbow. He kept his eyes on hers the whole time.
Nessie blinked hard. He looked so shy and innocent. But maybe he knew what to do after all. She put her hand out and stroked his hair. He let her do it for a few seconds, then he grabbed that wrist to and held both her hands above her head. He moved up onto his knees and leaned right in to her. His lips were almost touching hers; she parted her own lips in anticipation. But he didn’t kiss her lips. He ducked to one side and kissed her throat. Nessie gasped. His tongue flicked over her damp, salty skin.
‘It’s always the quiet ones!’ she gasped.
Bobby smiled against her. He looked around to make sure they were alone. Everyone else was up at the bus having lunch. No, they wouldn’t be disturbed.
He eased her back, still holding her hands above her head. When she was on her back he released her and trailed his fingers from her wrist, down her arm, to her thigh. Then he did the same back up until he was at her bikini top. He stilled for a moment. Nessie squirmed and wriggled. Bobby grinned and gave her what she wanted. He ran his thumb over her nipple through the thin fabric.
‘Umm.’ Nessie purred. ‘Take it off.’
Bobby slid a hand under her and undid the top, pulling it away from her breasts. This time his thumbs made direct contact.
‘Oh!’
‘Nice?’
‘Yes!’ She arched her back. So he brought his lips down to join his hands. He sucked her nipple in and grazed his teeth over it. While he did he trailed his other hand down over her stomach. He started to play with the waistband of her bikini bottoms. Nessie groaned and arched her back again. His long fingers made their way under the fabric and stroked through her hair.
‘Open you leg for me babe.’ He whispered. Nessie did as she was told. As soon as she did he slipped his fingers up into her, using his thumb to work her clit. His other hand and his mouth were still at her breasts.
‘Jeeze!’ Nessie cried.
‘I want you to come for me babe.’ Bobby blew gently over her nipples, making them tingle. She started to quiver as the first wave hit her. ‘That’s it babe. Just like that.’ He kept working her until she was completely lost. The world could be ending and she wouldn’t know or care.
She hadn’t noticed that he had stopped and pulled away from her. It took a few minutes to realise that he was now hovering over her, naked. And her bikini bottoms were gone.
‘Do you think you can come again for me babe? If I do this?’ She felt him push against her entrance, just the tip of him.
‘Yes!’ She arched up to him, trying to pull him in.
Bobby pushed in further and further, slowly, until he was filling her. Then he withdrew and did it again. He kept it slow; each stroke was full and deep. Nessie could feel the tension building again. Another wave about to crash. Bobby was breathing hard now, fighting the urge to speed up. He waited until he could feel her falling again, then he upped the pace. It took him seconds to join her and they came together.

Claire gathered up the plates and started taking the remains of the picnic back into the bus. Rob sat to one side watching. Shannon came and sat down beside him. He felt her hand on his thigh. He turned and grinned, running his hand through his hair.
‘Ok.’ Claire called from the bus. ‘Who want ice cream?’