“You didn’t warn me about this excursion, so I left my swimming trunks in thecar.”
“I wasn’t planning on you wearinganything.”
“Well, that sounds like a really shitty idea,” I say, “because now that you said that, my dick’shard.”
“What exactly is theproblem?”
“You’re not suggesting we go skinny-dipping rightnow?”
“That’s exactly what I’m suggesting. I mean…” He glances around. “Are you worried someone out here is going to catch us? I picked a quiet place to make sure we’d have someprivacy.”
“You like secluded areas, don’t you?” I say, recalling when he took me out to that private beach inMexico.
“Don’t you have fun when I take you to secluded places,Jesse?”
I roll my eyes. I can’t believe I’m doing this. “And here I thought I was the kid,” I say before removing my tank top. I start to take off my shorts when I notice Eric just standing there. “You’re going to take off your clothes too, Iassume?”
“I was going to watch youfirst.”
I snicker, kicking off my shoes and removing my shorts. As I pull off my socks, he’s still watching me, and my dick keeps getting harder. I glancearound.
“You might have to suck me off,” I tellhim.
“I would, but I want to save that big, throbbing dick of yours for later. I have plans forit.”
I’m excited all over again, enjoying how he keeps suggesting what he plans to share with me, this thing I’ve been looking forward to. Yet I’m also a little nervous because I know about the discomfort he gets around that subject, and I don’t want to do anything that makes him uneasy or feel like he can’t do this with me. I’m cautious, doing my best to pay attention and make sure if we do this, it’s what hewants.
“You still have to lose those trunk boxers,” he tellsme.
“Uh-uh. That, I am saving until Ihaveto pull themoff.”
“Okay, just turn around so I can put some sunscreen onyou.”
I turn around, and he lathers some across my back. He moves slowly, seemingly purposely to get me hard, massaging my muscles, kneading my flesh. He brings his hands around to my front, pushing up close so I can feel his own girth. Certainly, if he changes his mind about bottoming tonight, I won’t have any problem picking up theslack.
As his hands move up to my chest and squeeze, he pushes closer. He slides his head beside mine and kisses my cheek. I turn to him so that our lips are right in front of oneanother’s.
“I think you got a little distracted,” Isay.
“I think so too. Is that aproblem?”
“Only if you don’t kiss me rightnow.”
His lips meet mine once again. It’s so satisfying. I take it in, enjoy the moment, lose myself in it. He brings one hand up to my throat, holding it there gently. As he gets harder, so doI.
“You have to stop,” I warnhim.
“Why?”
“Because if you want me to save anything for later, you’re going to have to keep me from blowing rightnow.”
I hate having to say it. Hell, I wouldn’t mind us tossing all our plans aside and fucking here on the floor of theboat.
He groans before forcing himselfback.
He picks up the bottle of sunscreen, which I hadn’t even noticed he discarded on the seat across the back of the boat. Putting some more lotion in his hands, he starts taking care of my chest andtorso.
“I can put sunscreen on, you know,” Iinsist.
