“What is going through your mind right now?” he asked as he hiked his leg up, his thigh softly brushing over my semi-hard cock, making more blood rush to fill it.
I let out a short chuckle.
“A vacation on an island,” I answered, keeping my eyes closed as I let the images continue to play in my head.
“Is it the vacation part that’s doing it for you or the island?” he asked, sounding very confused as to why the thought was making me hard.
“It’s you in a skimpy pair of swim trunks that’s working for me.”
Though I couldn’t see his face, I knew he was smiling. I couldn’t explain it, but I’d already figured out his different smiles. The one he was wearing now was full-on happy but also a little shy. It was real, not an ounce of that cocky shield he used to keep people at arm’s length. And it radiated a kind of warmth that seeped into my soul.
“You’re thinking about a vacation… where I’m with you?” he asked hesitantly.
“Yep,” I answered. “I haven’t had one in years, and I think it’d be more fun if you were there.”
Not that getting a vacation was something that would happen any time soon.
“What are you doing to me while I’m in these trunks?” His question came out in practically a purr.
I really had planned on getting at least a few hours of sleep with him, but he wasn’t playing fair. When he urged me to roll on my side, I could no longer ignore my erection. Austin’s cock was hard against my hip. His skin was cool, but not as cold as when we’d first crawled into bed. If he stayed this close to me, I had a feeling we’d both be on fire soon.
I cleared my throat, finding it hard to concentrate with him pressed against me like that. His breaths fanned over my lips, making me realize that it wouldn’t take much to shut him up with a kiss.
Not that I wanted to shut him up.
Now that I’d gotten under his skin and slid through the cracks in his armor, I was desperate to know everything.
“Austin.” His name came out nearly a growl.
“You didn’t get off earlier,” he pointed out.
“I’m okay with that. It wasn’t about me.” Even though it felt a bit cheap, I added, “Not that I didn’t enjoy myself, though.”
He rolled his eyes so hard I was worried he’d give himself an eye strain.
“And while I can’t express how much I appreciated that, just like I appreciated the best blow job I’ve ever had in my life, I want to touch you.”
“Oh,” I said a little shocked. I hadn’t thought he’d be so eager… or bold this quickly. “I’m not opposed to that.”
I smiled as I wrapped my hand around the back of his head and pulled him in for a kiss.
He rolled his hips, pushing his hard cock into me. The next time he rolled his hips, his cock slotted up right next to mine. I groaned at the contact, then kissed him harder.
“Can we get off like this?” he said, lips brushing against mine as he talked.
“Yeah,” I choked out. The idea alone had my dick twitching. “But I can do one better.”
“I want to,” he said as he leaned up on his elbow and stared down at me. “I want to drive you crazy and then send you over the edge. I want to see what you look like when I make you come.”
“Fuck,” I hissed.
My lids fell closed as the fingers of his free hand skated a trail down my side, over my hipbone, and made a path to the base of my cock. When he wrapped his fingers around me, he gave a few tentative strokes before collecting the pre-cum that was leaking from my slit on his palm.
Stroke, stroke, play with the head.
“Fuck, Austin,” I breathed out as I forced my eyes open. I wanted to watch his face while he jacked me off. “That feels so good.”
The crease between his brow relaxed right before my lips met his for a kiss.
