Real pushes my hips higher, his cock nailing my prostate on the next thrust, stars sparking behind my eyelids, deep, guttural moans falling from my lips.
“Right there, right there,” I gasp, the next thrust hitting just right again. My cock bounces against my stomach with every thrust, precum spilling from me like a faucet with every direct hit. “I’m close,” I warn.
“Yeah,” he groans back, fucking me faster, theslap, slap, slapof our skin drowning out the remaining faraway sounds of anyone else existing on this island.
Even without his hands on me, my cock throbs and swells, my balls constricting as heat pools deep in my stomach. Real tangles his fingers with mine, our hands joined above my head, our ragged breaths mingling, and our bodies moving together.
“Yes, yes, yes,” I chant, rolling my hips to match his thrusts.
My orgasm washes over me in a rush of heat, the sticky ropes of my cum splattering both of our bodies as I tense and tremble, clenching my fingers around his. Real’s thrusts stutter, and he lets out adeep moan, pulsing inside me.
We move against each other drowsily, our lips still brushing together as we ride out our orgasms.
“Holy shit, I’ve never come hands-free before,” I tell him with a breathless laugh when he rolls off me.
“That was insanely hot,” he pants, removing the condom and tossing it onto the floor.
It doesn’t take long before his breaths even out and slow down. My body is exhausted, but my mind is too busy to fall asleep yet. I look over at Real in the dim light of the room, and my heart swells.
I dreamed of him for so long, and now here he is, in my bed,mycum drying on his belly, our combined sweat dampening the sheets. I’m not going to let him slip through my fingers again.
When sleep doesn’t come, I slip out of bed and get a damp washcloth to clean Real up with. He murmurs sleepily but doesn’t wake up as I rid us both of crusting cum, and then I slip back out onto the balcony.
I tilt my head to look up at the vast expanse of the night sky, and I make a mental list of all the things I want to do with Real when we get home: take him to my favorite little breakfast place a few blocks from the gym, introduce him to my friends and meet his, get so used to him in my bed that I miss him like hell when he’s away on his trips,maybe buy a place together eventually…
The list goes on as the night gets later. Honestly, I could’ve saved myself some time because the answer is everything. I want to doeverythingwith him. And then I want to make a whole new list and do all those things too.
Will a lifetime be enough?
I doubt it.
I’m not sure how late it is by the time I climb back into bed. Even dead asleep, he rolls toward me and wraps his body around mine as soon as he senses I’m near. I brush a kiss to the top of his head.
Will he think I’m crazy if I tell him I’m in love with him?
Chapter 8
REAL
On the fifth day on the island, I wake up to the morning sun streaming through the sliding glass door that leads to the balcony. The golden rays fall over Flynn's bare back, casting some of the most beautiful shadows I've ever seen. My hands itch for my camera, desperate to capture the image before it's lost forever. Since I don't have my camera, I settle for snapping a few pictures with my phone.
Theyalmostdo Flynn's heartbreaking good looks justice.
He continues to sleep soundly as I set my phone back down and shamelessly lean forward to trail my lips along the same path the sunshine is taking, tasting the heat of his skin. His muscles twitch, a sleepy moan slipping from his lips. He arches into my touch, and I tug the sheets down to expose his plump, gorgeous bare ass.
I kiss along his spine until I reach his ass and then give his cheek a playful bite. Flynn yelps, awake in an instant and trying to buck me off while I laugh and bite him again.
“You’re so mean. I was having a dream about a giant waffle,” he grumbles, and I continue to chuckle as I crawl back up the bed and wiggle my way into his arms. He tugs me close, his skin warm against mine, his beard tickling my skin as he tucks his face into the crook of my neck and breathes deeply.
“What time is it?” he asks sleepily.
“No clue. Early, I think.”
He grunts and then yawns. “What should we do today?”
“Hmm,” I hum as I consider the options. We’ve kept busy all week, spending our days on the beach and exploring the town. Down the main street there is an incredible ice cream shop called Creamed, a cool arcade filled with games we used to play as kids, a donut shop—which we haven’t visited yet, but the name alone has us intrigued—and about a dozen various little shops that I honestly hadn’t expected. And, of course, we’ve spent our nights burning up the sheets.
I haven’t spent more than ten minutes in my own room since the first night. It’s still the best money I’ve ever spent though.
