“Mine,” I growl against his lips, nipping at them and then sinking to my knees, desperate to lay some kind of claim on him.
Real gasps, sagging against the wall as I workhis pants open, the hard outline of his cock pressing against the stretchy denim.
I nose at the bulge and drag my tongue over the rough fabric. “Flynn,” he gasps my name, tunneling his fingers through my hair.
“Mm,” I hum happily. I want his voice hoarse from screaming my name. I want his cock too spent to evenlookat anyone else, and I want the taste of his cum clinging to my lips.Mine.
I slip my fingers into the waist of his pants and underwear and tug them down just enough that his cock springs free, bouncing in front of my face. I press a hot kiss to the tip, and salty droplets of his precum paint my lips.
He grunts and thrusts his hips, bumping his cock against my mouth impatiently and then muttering a hasty “Sorry.”
I hum again and wrap my lips around his cock. He’s hot and heavy against my tongue, stretching my lips and making my own cock ache. I surge forward, taking him all the way to the back of my throat until my nose is pressed against the dark thatch of pubic hair and his balls are against my chin.
Maybe thinking I needed words earlier was my mistake. I’ve always been more of an action type of guy. I should stick to my strengths. I don’t know what freaked Real out or the words he needsto hear to know he’s mine, but as long as his cock is buried in my throat, there can’t be too many misunderstandings between us.
“So good,” he murmurs breathlessly, grinding his cock into my mouth and giving a low whine when I start to pull back. “Please, please, please.” His hips twitch and his muscles quiver, twisting my hair in his fingers until my scalp stings in the best way.
I fill my mouth with his cock again, taking him deep over and over, swallowing around him, and lapping at the head with every upstroke.
The door swings open, but Real’s fingers are tightening in my hair as he pants, gasps, and thrusts his hips. Unless a nuclear bomb drops, no way am I stopping now. Whoever it is can enjoy the show for all I care.
“Oh shit,” a voice mutters. I spare the barest glance, not allowing my rhythm to stutter, and I catch a glimpse of the blond twinky server backing quickly out of the restroom.
“Flynn, oh fuck, Flynn,” Real groans.
I dig my fingers into the luscious globes of his ass and suck him harder, faster, bobbing my head up and down as saliva and precum mix and drip down my chin. His cock swells and thickens against my tongue and then starts to pulse, ropes of salty, sticky cum coating the back of my throat and filling my mouth.
I greedily lap up every drop he gives me until he starts to soften in my mouth. I release him with a pop, giving one more lick to the head of his cock. He shivers, leaning all of his weight against the wall while his knees tremble and his chest heaves with ragged breaths.
I carefully tuck his softening cock away and zip his jeans back up before getting to my feet.
Real reaches for me, and I go easily, putting my hands on the wall on either side of his head and dipping mine down for a soft press of my lips to his.
“What do you say to a walk on the beach?” I ask.
Chapter 6
REAL
The sand is still warm from the sun that set hours ago, soft under our feet except for the stray seashells here and there. Flynn’s palm pressed against mine, our fingers locked together as we walk, has me feeling all kinds of fluttery and stupid inside. I’ve spent thousands of days promising myself I’d never be as stupid over any man again the way I was over Flynn when we were teenagers. And yet, here I am, fifteen years later, same guy, same desperate feeling filling my chest and trying to convince me that this time it will end differently.
We’re not sixteen anymore.
“What are you thinking about?” he asks, stopping to pick up a particularly spikey shell. He turns it over in his free hand, checking to see if there’s a critter living inside before carefully slipping it into his pocket.
“I’m thinking about…” How much we’ve both changed and somehow stayed the same, how incredible the last two days have been and that even though we have five days left, it doesn’t feel like enough. I’m thinking about how hot and possessive your mouth felt on my cock back at the bar. “New York,” I answer.
“New York?”
“Yeah.” I squeeze his hand tighter, summoning my courage and promising myself I’ll be fine if he brushes me off. I’ve survived heartbreak at the hands of Flynn Vale before, and I can do it again if I have to. “There’s this bar right around the corner from my apartment, and on Thursday nights, there’s karaoke. It’s not like the kind of karaoke night where everyone acts like they’re auditioning for American Idol either. It’s a bunch of gay dudes in costume belting out some of the absolute worst singing you’ve heard in your life.”
He chuckles. “That sounds like fun.”
“It is.” My heart forces its way into my throat, but I press on. “Maybe we could go together sometime.”
“Only if you let me buy you dinner first,” he barters without missing a beat.
I lean into him, bumping my shoulder against his. “You’re on.”
