Nacho:Whatever, you prude. I’m just saying Ant’s reaction is normal.
Nacho:Hell, I’m surprised you don’t need relief.
Me:Stop saying relief.
Meanwhile, I can totally imagine thereliefI’d feel if Ant were kneeling before me…
Stop it, Erik.
Nacho:So…how do you feel?
Me:This is about Ant.
Nacho:That’s what I thought.
Me:You’re no help at all.
Nacho:Just make sure to rinse off the blood before fucking him.
Nacho:Safety first.
Motherf—why am I surrounded by jackasses? I might as well have contacted Anders.
“Oh, I thought you were getting ready,” Ant says, walking into the room with his towel slung low on his hips.
I check my towel and am grateful this place gives me the opposite of a boner. “Uh, yeah. Nacho was just checking in on us. I’ll get dressed right now.”
“Were you able to see if we could switch up the order of things?”
Shit. That’s what I should have been focusing on. “That’s the very next thing I’m looking into.”
“Since we’re not heading to Florida, are we staying here tonight then?” he asks, running his fingertips along the expensive bedspread.
“In this place? I’d rather sleep outside with the alligators. I’m about to take this place down to the pylons. Let me think through the options,” I say, grabbing my overnight bag.
He’s right—technically, we should already be in the air, halfway to Fort Lauderdale.
“We have some friends in the area—I’ll call Charlie and see what he suggests.”
“Sounds good.”
Ant removes his towel and starts digging in his bag without an apparent thought to his nudity. His freshly washed cock is soft and small, so pretty just resting on his sac. Just like I thought it would be. I picture going to my knees to nudge my nose against the fragrant skin. I run my lower lip through my teeth, imagining how silky his skin would feel.
He looks up, and I startle, quickly averting my eyes as a warm flush rises on my cheeks. I wastotallystaring at his dick. While fantasizing about it. He quickly solves the problem by turning to dig around in the bottom of his bag. Ignoring him becomes an Olympic sport because his balls sway between his slightly parted legs. My fingers itch to play with the dimples on his lower back, skim over the smattering of black hair fanning out from the cleft of his tiny ass.
That’s when he kneels, one leg out to the side, his dark pucker winking at me.
Finally, hewootsin triumph and comes up with a bottle of the cocoa butter lotion that drives me fucking insane. He’s quick about pouring a generous amount into his palm and slathering it on his legs, arms, belly, and a quick but thorough swipe at his inner thighs and balls.
I imagine what it’d be like to slip his cock into my mouth and lightly suck him. Not enough to get him hard or anything, just to taste. My fantasizing and my mouthwatering view are interrupted by the tiniest pair of bright-turquoise briefs.
Which is good because whatever this temporary insanity is, I really need to stop staring. My resolve is immediately tested when Ant grabs his jeans and jumps into them, causing the sweetest little jiggle of his ass.
God, his fucking dimples back there are killing me.
Nope.
None of that either.
