“Sounds good to me.” Devin drained the last of his drink, then rose to his feet. “We can go right on down to the beach. You’ll get to meet Cass’s husband, Jamal, too. He’s really hot.”
The steel drum band had continued their serenade throughout most of dinner, then had taken a short break. As Devin and Paul made their way down to the beach, the band started up again, launching into a rendition of the Beach Boys’ “Kokomo.”
“I love this song,” Devin said, laughing as he urged Paul toward the bonfire. Other people down on the sand were dancing and singing, and when they reached the edge of the crowd, Devin began to dance as well. “Come on, Paul! Let’s do this.”
Paul glanced around at all the other people, his expression uncertain, but he joined the crowd with Devin.
Devin smiled in encouragement and leaned in close. “Don’t worry—no one is going to notice or care about how you dance. These are good people having a good time and wanting everyone else to have fun too.”
“Right,” Paul said, although he looked dubious. He glanced around again, and then he started swaying stiffly.
Devin moved closer and rested his hands on Paul’s hips, swaying with him. Other couples were dancing, and Devin and Paul weren’t the only two men paired up together. He sang to Paul as they danced. That song ended, but the band segued into another, slower number.
“Oh, we can dance closer,” Devin murmured. “I like that.”
“Slower is good,” Paul said as he slid his arms around Devin’s shoulders and closed some of the distance between them.
Devin kept his movements small, since the sand wasn’t firmly packed. But Paul didn’t seem to be having any trouble, and Devin hoped he’d become more confident when he saw no one was looking at him or judging. “I’m determined to get you to dance calypso with me at some point.”
“Not going to happen,” Paul said firmly.
“I take that as a challenge,” Devin replied. He leaned closer, brushing his lips against Paul’s cheek. “Or maybe I can offer you a sufficient bribe.”
“A kiss on the cheek isn’t nearly enough incentive,” Paul said, but the stern lines on his face softened a little.
Devin pulled back, chuckling and shaking his head. “Oh, I had something more interesting in mind than a kiss on the cheek. There are definitely other ways I can use my mouth, you know.”
“I’m looking forward to finding out,” Paul said, a heated gleam appearing in his eyes.
“Is it tempting enough to convince you to calypso?” Devin asked with a teasing smile. “Ah, who am I fooling? With or without the dancing, I’ll do whatever you’d like.” A slow burn of desire was already coiling within him. It had been months since he’d had a lover, and Paul appealed to him far more than anyone else he could ever remember.
“I can think of quite a few things I’d like you to do.” Paul moved his hands down to Devin’s hips and squeezed gently.
Devin’s heart rate sped up. “Care to elaborate?” The rest of the people around them seemed to recede as Devin looked into Paul’s eyes and saw the heat in them.
“I’d rather show you than tell you, but if you want a hint….” Paul leaned in and whispered in Devin’s ear, “I want to feel your fingers grabbing my hair when I’m on my knees, sucking you.”
The sound that escaped Devin’s lips was part moan, part gasp, as he easily pictured Paul kneeling in front of him, his mouth on Devin’s cock. The slow burn became a bright flame, and he licked suddenly dry lips. “That sounds good. Really good.” Not to be outdone, he moved his hands to Paul’s ass and squeezed. “If you suck me off, you’ll have to fuck me. I would insist.”
Paul nipped Devin’s earlobe, then drew back and gazed at Devin intently. “As long as you return the favor,” he said. “I like being fucked too.”
The thought of being buried in Paul’s ass almost caused Devin to stumble. “I’m flexible,” he said. “Whatever you want, Paul. Anything I can give you, I will. I want to.”
A little smirk curved Paul’s lips as he raised a challenging eyebrow. “When?”
“Now.” Devin stopped in place and grabbed Paul’s hand. “If Cass doesn’t have an available room, we’ll figure something out. How does that sound?”
“You mean stay on the island overnight?” Paul looked surprised, but then he nodded. “I like that idea. We won’t have to worry about being seen in a less than professional situation.”
“At the moment, my job is the last thing on my mind,” Devin admitted. He started back toward the patio, holding Paul’s hand and paying no attention to anything else. It was all he could do to keep from running, more eager than he had been in a long time. But he knew his face was flushed, and Paul was actually blushing, but he looked as eager as Devin felt.
They moved through the restaurant, and Devin stopped when he reached Cass. “Hey, um… do you happen to have a vacancy tonight?” he asked, trying to play it cool.
Cass, however, knew Devin pretty well, and in all the times he’d come to see her, he’d never brought anyone else. She chuckled, not showing the least bit of surprise.
“Conveniently enough, I do,” she said, looking back and forth between the two of them. “When you went down to the beach, I told Jamal I thought you might be staying, and he brought me a key.”
She pulled an old-fashioned room key out of her pocket and handed it to Devin with a wink. “Oh, and before you go….” She reached under the hostess stand, pulled out a small paper bag, and held it out to Paul. “I noticed you didn’t have overnight bags, gentlemen. Courtesy of the house, since Devin covered my shifts more than once when Jamal and I… well.” She gestured to her rounded belly. “Have fun. See you in the morning!”
