He casts a quick look back at the group and then follows behind me, wading through the heavy sand and gripping my hand tighter.
“Where are we going?” he asks.
“Away from prying eyes.”
There’s just enough light from the house porches and the moon that we manage to navigate through the dark until we find a secluded spot down the beach. The soft sound of the small party and the whoosh and splash of the ocean keep the night from being too quiet.
When I stop walking, Real turns to face the ocean, tilting his head against my shoulder and leaning into me. “It’s beautiful.”
I glance down at him, mesmerized by the shadows the night casts on his face, the ethereal glow of the moon reflecting off his skin. “Hell yeah,it is,” I agree, sliding a hand behind his neck and pulling him in for another kiss.
This one is a little slower, more of an exploration as we move our lips against each other, neither of us seeming to be in any kind of hurry. Our noses bump and our breathing syncs. He grips the front of my shirt and sighs into my mouth. I catch the sound with my tongue and swallow it greedily, deepening the kiss and pulling him closer.
There’s no way any of those Parisian assholes kissed him like this. And if they did, I’ll just have to keep doing it until he forgets that anyone existed before me, before us…well, beforethisversion of us anyway.
Why the hell did I wait so long to do this? I should have found the courage to look him upyearsago. It’s a tragedy to think of all the kissing we’ve missed out on. I guess that just means we have a lot of lost time to make up for.
Real slips a hand under my shirt, dragging his fingers along my belly, tickling and teasing at the same time. My skin twitches under his touch, my cock aching, pressed between us, meeting the matching hardness between his legs.
Our kisses slowly transform from slow and sweet to desperate, his lips getting rougher against mine as I start to tug absently at his clothes, not trying to undress each other yet, but unable to keep our hands from trying. We grind together, pantinginto each other’s mouths.
I knead his ass cheeks in both hands, thrusting my hard, aching cock against him and feeling his in return. The humidity of the night makes my skin sticky, and my feet sink into the soft, damp sand. It would be a lot classier to take him back to my hotel room before I do all the things I’ve dreamed about for years, but fuck classy. I can’t think of a damn thing in the world that I want more than Real, right here in the wet sand, the two of us getting filthy together.
Without warning, I use my grasp on his ass to haul him into my arms, lifting him up until he wraps his legs around my waist, gasping around my tongue in surprise. Another excellent selling point for all the time I’ve spent sculpting my muscles.
I slowly sink to my knees, grunting against his lips with the slight strain of his extra weight as I carefully lower him onto the sand. We fumble with each other’s pants, popping buttons and tugging zippers. My hard, aching cock springs free, slapping against his hip. Real groans, reaching between us and wrapping his fingers around my base, giving me a slow, full stroke like he wants to make himself familiar with every inch.
When he nears the head, his hand grazing over the sterling silver barbell I have through the piercing in my frenum, he makes a low, hungry sound, thrusting his hips and nipping at my lips.
“Fuck, that’s hot,” he pants against my mouth.
A shiver tingles up my spine, a deep ache of pleasure settling in the pit of my stomach and tightening my balls as he takes his time playing with my piercing, testing my reactions with every caress of his finger and tease of his grip.
I thrust into his hand, palming his bare cock at the same time, his shorts hastily shoved down just enough to give me access. He’s hot and hard andthickin my hand, leaving my palm sticky with a few streaks of precum. We bump our mouths together clumsily, gasping and moaning.
“We don’t have nearly enough lube for this,” he mutters, dragging his finger through the damp pool of precum on the head of my cock and spreading it around.
Yeah, like I said,sonot an honor student. If I were, I wouldn’t have left my room without stuffing a few packets of lube into my pockets.
“If that Harry Telephone guy was such a hopeless romantic, you’d think he’d help a couple of guys out,” I complain, and Real laughs, his cock flexing in my grip as the sound turns from amused to a broken moan.
“Well, if you can’t get ghost lube, store-bought is fine…” He wiggles around underneath me for a second, slipping one hand into his pocket and shoving his shorts even lower in the process before pulling out a little packet. He grins and waggles his eyebrows at me, pulling his hand off my cock and tearing open the lube. He empties it into his hand and then squirms around a bit more before replacing my grip on his cock with his own, taking both of our erections in one hand.
My eyes roll back at the incredibly heady feeling of my hard, hot shaft pressed against his. I can feel each throb of his heartbeat in the veins of his cock, our balls bouncing against each other with every slick stroke of his hand.
I brace my hands on either side of his head, pressing imprints onto the wet sand as I kiss him harder and thrust into his grasp, the desperate ache inside me growing. I’ve been with more men than I can count, but this is different…this isReal.
He humps his cock against mine in the tight tunnel of his grasp, kissing me back with a matching need as if he’s been dreaming of this as long as I have. Maybe he has. Maybe I’m just lucky enough that he still feels the way he did the night that I fucked everything up.
I have fifteen years to make up for, and there’s not a damn thing in this world more important to me than making sure Real knows that I’m not going to walk away this time. He’s mine now, and that’s all there is to it.
I tear my mouth off his, gasping and groaning as the pressure grows in my balls and my cock throbsagainst his. I kiss my way down his throat, stopping to suck a dark bruise onto his collarbone. He lets out a broken sob, his body shuddering and his cock jerking against mine as he tilts his head to the side to beg for more. I want to claim and mark every inch of him. I want to cover him in bite marks and cum. I want his lips to be permanently swollen from my kiss.
“Fuck. Flynn. Fuck,” Real gasps, digging his fingers into my bicep and tightening his grip on our cocks. Our precum joins the lube, mixing and making everything stickier and wetter with every thrust. My piercing catches against the head of his cock, sending tendrils of heat through me.
“Fucking come all over me, Real,” I beg in a raspy growl, fucking harder against him, nipping at his lips and licking into his mouth when he parts them on a moan.
He strokes us faster, his eyes fluttering closed and his body arching up toward mine. I pant and fuck against him, my muscles coiling with tension and my balls constricting as the heat in the pit of my stomach flares more intensely. And then his cock starts to pulse against mine, hot, wet ropes of his cum paint my cock and squelch in his fast, sloppy strokes.
