“Among other things,” I replied, watching as he stepped out of his shorts, leaving him in nothing but a pair of navy blue boxer briefs that clung to his thick thighs. The outline of his cock was already visible through the thin fabric.
“I think that can be arranged,” he said, crossing to the bed and extending his hand to me. “C’mon. Let’s get you cleaned up.”
I let him pull me to my feet, my body immediately pressing against his. His skin was warm from the sun, smelling of salt and that uniquely Cole scent that always made my head swim. I tilted my face up for a kiss, which he eagerly gave, his lips soft but insistent against mine.
“You taste like the ocean,” he murmured against my mouth.
“Is that good or bad?”
“Good,” he decided, deepening the kiss as his hands slipped under my t-shirt. “Everything about you is good.”
His calloused fingertips traced up my sides, raising goosebumps despite the warmth of the room. I lifted my arms, letting him pull the shirt over my head. His eyes darkened as they roamed over my chest, taking in the tribal tattoos that had fascinated him from the beginning.
“You’re still staring,” I teased, even as my breath quickened under his gaze.
“Can’t help it,” he admitted, his voice dropping to that deep register that never failed to make me shiver. “You’re fucking gorgeous, Jesse.”
Before I could respond, he hooked his fingers into the waistband of my swim trunks and pulled them down in onesmooth motion. My cock sprang free, already half-hard from his attention. Cole’s eyes lit up with appreciation.
“Shower,” he reminded me, stepping back and gesturing toward the bathroom. “Before we get too distracted.”
I laughed, stepping out of the trunks pooled at my feet. “You started it.”
“And I intend to finish it,” he promised, following me into the luxurious bathroom.
The shower was massive, with multiple shower heads and a bench built into the marble wall. I turned the water on, adjusting it to the perfect temperature as Cole stripped off his boxer briefs behind me. When I turned back, he stood gloriously naked, his thick cock already jutting proudly from the dark nest of hair between his legs. The slight upward curve of it made my mouth water with anticipation.
“After you,” he said, his voice thick with desire.
I stepped under the warm spray, sighing as it washed away the sand and salt from our day at the beach. Cole followed, closing the glass door behind him. His hands were on me immediately, sliding over my wet skin as he pressed himself against my back. I could feel his erection against my ass, hard and insistent.
“God, I’ve been thinking about this all day,” he murmured against my neck, his lips hot on my skin. “Watching you in those tight little swim trunks, bending over to pick up shells...”
I groaned as his hands slid lower, one wrapping around my cock while the other cupped my ass. “That was for your benefit,” I admitted, my voice breathy as he stroked me slowly.
“I know,” he chuckled, his teeth grazing my earlobe. “You’re not subtle.”
Water cascaded over us both as Cole spun me around to face him, capturing my mouth in a kiss that stole my breath. His tongue slipped past my lips, exploring my mouth with familiarhunger. I moaned into the kiss, pressing our bodies together, our cocks sliding against each other in a delicious friction that made my knees weak.
“Let me wash you,” he said, pulling back just enough to grab the fancy hotel soap.
He worked up a lather between his hands before running them across my chest, my shoulders, down my arms. There was something intensely intimate about being washed by him, more intimate somehow than the countless times we’d fucked. This was care. This was tenderness. This was Cole Nelson showing me in every way that I was precious to him.
I closed my eyes, surrendering to his touch as his soapy hands moved lower, cleaning away the day’s grime with reverent attention. When his fingers slipped between my cheeks, I couldn’t hold back a moan.
“Turn around,” he instructed, his voice gruff with desire.
I obeyed, placing my hands against the cool tile wall. The contrast of the cold stone against my palms and Cole’s hot hands on my ass made me shiver. His fingers returned to that sensitive spot, circling my entrance with teasing pressure.
“Cole,” I breathed, pushing back against his hand.
“Patience,” he murmured, but I could hear the strain in his voice. He wanted this as badly as I did.
Soap was rinsed away, but his finger still circled my sensitive hole. When he pulled his hands away at last, I felt disappointment well up. But before it could take root, his hands spread my cheeks wide, and his hot tongue was pressing against my entrance.
“Oh fuck,” I gasped, pushing back against him. “Fuck yes, Cole…”
His tongue was relentless, circling my tight hole before pushing inside, making my legs tremble. I braced myself against the tile, water streaming down my back as Cole ate me out withthe same dedicated focus he brought to everything he cared about.
