I swim out a little and then turn back, searching for Jesse. I don’t see him. I glance around nervously… Where the fuck ishe?
I feel something on my leg and then the water before me starts tochurn.
Jesse emerges in front of me, his hair flat on his head as he blinks rapidly while wiping at his eyes with his hands. “Found you,” he says with a sneakygrin.
“You had me worried there for a second,” I tellhim.
“Sorry. I wanted to surpriseyou.”
“Well, if it makes you feel better, you haven’t really had a problem doing that since I metyou.”
His mouth disappears underwater for a moment, and as it comes back up, he spits. His lips glisten in the sunlight, and I find myself struggling to look away from them as much as I’m struggling to keep from imagining my lips back againsthis.
I can tell by the way he looks at me that he wants it too. Of course, not that he’s been all that subtle aboutit.
I keep imagining him trying out his fingers on hishole.
I feel his hand grab my cock and then travel down to my balls. I should push him away. I should remind him of what we discussed last night about the very valid reasons we had for not acting on how we feel for eachother.
Of course, in this moment, on our own out here, it’s like we can abandon the need to be responsible about shit. Like we could have a moment—just one—where I can make him feel good and show him how good a cock can feel in hisass.
His gaze is on my mouth. Mine shifts between those chestnut-colored eyes and his pink lips until I can’t hold myselfback.
I move forward quickly, grabbing the back of his head and pulling him to me. His lips feel as good as I remembered them feeling a few nights earlier—a few nights that feel like they are so fucking far away—too fucking faraway.
There’s that part of me that wars against what I’m doing and reminds me of what a shit idea it is. Another part of me can’t deny the lust between us. This passion that rivals any of the sexual impulses I’ve felt before, leaving me wondering if there’s really something different with him or if part of what I find so arousing is that it’s so fuckingwrong.
Regardless, when I feel his tongue at my lips, I don’t deny him. Just open up and let it slide in, sweeping across my owntongue.
He grabs the back of my head like I’m grabbing his and pulls me closer, forcing our lips tight together as he selfishly takes mymouth.
And Isurrender.
We struggle to keep afloat, the water occasionally rushing into our mouths so that we have to spit it out before returning to ourkiss.
Nothing can stand in the way of this,though.
Not logic. Not the awkwardness of trying to swim while making this happen. It’s just our feral desire and our hands grabbing at each other’s bodiesgreedily.
He runs his hand through my hair like he enjoys its length as much as he enjoys the length of mydick.
The water around us rises and our faces submerge for a moment, so we pull away, gazing at each other, and I can see the curiosity in his expression. He looks like he’s wondering if I’m going to do anything to stop thismoment.
But it’s too fucking late forthat.
I hook an arm around him and pull him with me closer to the shore until I can feel my feet against the ocean floor. When I find my bearings, I glance around. It’s still just the two of us, like the whole fucking universe has conspired on our behalf so we could share thismoment.
With my free hand, I untie the string of his board shorts fly, then pull the Velcro apart, lowering them down his legs, mid-thigh. I slide my hand down his ass, enjoying the curvature before sliding my fingers to hisasshole.
He tries to kiss me again, but I lean back, denying him, but only because I want to watch his expression as I tease hishole.
As I massage, his mouth hangs open, water sliding down his chin and dripping into theocean.
“This is what you wanted to know about, isn’t it?” I askhim.
“Yes,” he mutters, his lips curling upward, but I can tell now it’s not because he’s feeling smart, but because of how much he’s enjoyingit.
As I wiggle my fingers inside him, he closes his eyes, and I can tell he’s enjoying the sensation, basking init.
