When I open my eyes, Easton is settling the blanket on the beach a few yards from the lifeguard tower, his tall, built form glowing silver in the wash of moonlight. A few feet away, the water lazily laps toward him. It’s a quiet night, the waters calm, the moon nearly full. I place my bag down, roll up the bottom of my sweats, and carefully take out the final touch of the night.
Holding my hand behind my back, I walk up to East and gently guide him toward the water. I walk backward, and he follows, a question reflecting in the moonlight glimmering off his eyes. Icy water hits my feet, and goosebumps instantly dot my skin. I don’t care, though. It settles me, the constant soft surge and retreat of the water.
East stares at me, head tilted, lips curving up the smallest amount on one side. I can’t stop myself. I lean forward and kiss the small dimple at the corner of his mouth. He tries to lean in for more, but I pull away. Not yet.
“I liked tonight too, East,” I whisper, twirling the item behind my back between my fingers. “Going on a date with you. We haven’t had much time to talk about this. About us. I’m sure it won’t come as any surprise what I want this to be.” Nerves dance through my gut. A part of me wonders if I should have given him more time to process this before asking him. Let him test the waters.
I release a slightly unsteady breath and pull the rose out from behind me. The moonlight shimmers over the white petals as I lift it up to him. “I have loved you for so long, Easton.” My words are tight, emotion swelling in my throat. “I’ve dreamed of a version of you and me…one I never dared to believe could exist. One where I’m yours and you’re mine.” My voice lowers to a nearly inaudible whisper, the words pulled from deep inside where I’ve hidden this secret for so long. “Where I get to call you my boyfriend.”
I spin the stem, my nerves showing in my restless fingers. He gently takes it from me, fingers brushing over mine.
“Can I, East?” My hands skate over his hips, and I can’t stop my fingers from tightening, digging into my dream. “Can I have the privilege of calling you my boyfriend?”
Easton brings the rose up to his nose and inhales softly. His eyes glitter, carrying the glow of the moon and its reflection off the water. They dance with a light that’s only for me. “Yeah, Maddy. I’d really love that.” His gaze drops to the rose, and he slowly rubs his thumb and forefinger over a petal. His stare flicks back up to me. “I know I was slow to catch on…but I want it all with you, Madz. Everything.”
I lean in and dust a kiss on his lips. He gently brushes his nose against mine, then dips in for a kiss. It’s slow, simmering. Lips dragging, tongues gliding. Lazy and light and so fucking lovely that I think my heart might burst with the sweetness of it. He tastes like red wine and Easton, and I can’t get enough.
I told him back in my bedroom that I’ve been desperate to taste him. But I still haven’t gotten the taste I’ve been craving. I’m not waiting any longer. I think I’ve waited long enough.
I take the rose from him and toss it onto our blanket, then I drag him to the lifeguard tower. He stumbles at my abrupt change in pace, but what can I say? I'm a determined guy. I want my boyfriend’s cock in my mouth.My boyfriend. My pulse takes off.
I shove him up against the wood supports, and the breath leaves him with a whoosh. His eyes are wide, and he blinks rapidly. I’m pretty sure his brain hasn’t caught on to my intentions yet. This should help.
I drop to my knees.
“Oh.”
I lick my lips and bite my bottom one against a grin. I slide my fingers beneath the waistband of his sweats. “This okay?”
His Adam’s apple bobs in the moonlight. “Yeah,” he says breathlessly.
I run a hand over his dick. He’s firming up, and that has me jumping into action because I need to feel him grow hard in my mouth, feel him grow heavy.
My hands pause at the waistband of his sweats, and nerves flicker in my gut. There’s a constant worry in the back of my mind that I’m pushing him too far too fast. This is all brand new for him—being with a guy, being with me—and he’s only just started sorting out what attraction even means to him.
“It’s not too much?”
“No. Nope. Nip nap nope.” The words tumble out in a rush, all jumbled and messy. But the plea in them is clear: he definitely doesn’t want me to stop.
Forehead dropping to his hip, I smother my laugh against his thigh. I love him so fucking much. “Nip nap nope. God, you kill me, East.” I glance up to catch his bashful smile. I steal it away, like I always have. Except this time, it’s not something that needs to stay hidden with the rest of my impossible dreams. No, this time it’s proof the dream is real.
I pull his sweats and boxers down to mid-thigh. He bobs lightly in front of me, still hanging low between his thighs. I slide my hands up his thighs, the coarse hair abrading my palms.
I lean in and press open-mouthed kisses up his shaft. He hisses out a breath, but that’s nothing to the noise he makes when my lips engulf his crown. I swirl my tongue around him, teasing him with short, shallow movements. I take my time, reveling in the way my lips stretch the harder he gets, the way he goes from firm to iron on my tongue. Until he’s all the way hard and I know if I slide off him while sucking—pop.The audible pop is quickly carried away by the soft ocean breeze. I grip the base and grin up at him.
“Hold on tight, East. I’m going to make you come so hard you forget you have knees.”
His hands reach behind him and grip the white wood of the lifeguard tower. Then I dive back on him. I slide down him a quarter of the way and groan at the salty taste that bursts on my tongue. Need more of that. I work him loosely, focusing on getting him as slick as I can until my mouth is sliding over him in smooth glides.
East is nothing but hitches and gasps and strangled moans. I finally glance up at him, and our gazes collide. He’s been watching me. Lust shoots through my groin. That fact makes it all so much more potent. He knows it’s me doing this. He wants it to be me.
His lids are so low, I can barely make out his eyes. His lips are parted, every so often dropping open on a silent moan when I suck harder, slide further. It sparks determination in me. I want to give him more. Take more of him. I let out a breath through my nose and relax my jaw, then I swallow as much of him as I can. He hits the back of my throat, and I force my body to calm, to not act on instinct and gag. I pull back and sink deep again.
“Oh God.Ohgod. Maddy,fuck.”
His hips buck, and I can’t stop myself from gagging that time. A litany of curses fly from him, and I have to pop off and breathe for a second. I chuckle, deep and rough. I know exactly how amazing it feels to have a person choking on my dick. What a gift it is to be the one who gets to do this to East.
“I’m literally seconds from coming,” he pants. “Fuck, Maddy. Your mouth. Wrapped around my dick. Looking up at me. God, the way you were looking at me, like you know exactly what you’re doing to me.” A whine falls from him. “It’s so good it hurts.”
