“My poor boyfriend,” I murmur. “Want me to put your aching dick out of its misery?”
“Yes,” he blurts before I even finish speaking.
I stifle my chuckle. “I think that can be arranged.” But before I do, I pull my sweats below my ass, my own aching cock weeping with relief at being freed. I give myself a few slow strokes, eyes locked on Easton’s glistening dick. I bite my lip hard. Fuck, he’s sexy. Pre-cum beads up on the tip, shimmering in the moonlight.
I glance up at him, and my pulse spikes. His chest heaves, gaze locked on my hand. His biceps flex like he’s just gripped the lifeguard tower harder. Like he’s trying to avoid reaching for me. Oh, but how I want him to touch me.
I let go of my dick, even as my body cries in protest, and take hold of Easton again. Before I slip him into my mouth, my stare flicks to his. “You can touch me, East. Guide me, babe. Show me how you like it.” It’s the first time the endearment has fallen from my lips, and boy did it feel good. Right. As natural as the air we’re breathing right now.
I lean forward and part my lips around his head, swallowing down that mouthwatering bead of cum. I hum around him, my eyes sinking shut for a breath. I slide up and down him slowly, just savoring his musky taste. Every time I sink deep, I’m met with the spicy scent of his bodywash, and it fucking lights me up. God, he smells like a snack. He is one.Mysnack.
Easton’s hand lands on my head. He grips my hair and shoves me down on him. I smile—as much as a person can around a dick. Someone’s getting impatient. I let him lead, let him use me. His hold on me is painfully tight, and it lights me up like the stars painting the sky above us. I like him taking charge, him getting a little rough. It’s so contradictory to who he usually is, to howweusually are.
We watch each other, my vision obscured by the tears blurring my vision. I’m so full of him. My dick jerks between my thighs, a cry for attention. I reach for myself and give the poor thing some much-needed relief. I moan as bliss coils at the base of my spine.
Easton’s gaze bounces from my mouth to my arm. Salty flavor coats my tongue. He likes it. Likes that I’m touching myself while sucking him off. His fingers tighten in my hair, and he holds me still while he fucks my mouth. My eyes roll back.Oh God. Pain lances down my scalp from his hold, and it has my cock swelling. Now I’m the one seconds from coming. I need him to come. I need him to get there first.
I hollow my cheeks and suck as hard as I can. A feral noise rips from East, and then he pulses on my tongue, and I’m rewarded with him flooding my mouth. I swallow as best as I can but still end up with cum dripping down my chin. It only makes it that much hotter, makes my blood thrum harder.
I shuttle my hand over my shaft. Pleasure streaks down my cock, and I’m on ecstasy overload. Filled with Easton, his dick, his taste, his scent. My orgasm tears through me. I release his cock and bury my head in his hip as I shudder through it. Shudder through the bliss soaring through my veins, lighting my blood on fire, melting my bones.
I slowly come to and gulp down the crisp-November air. It’s sharp in my lungs. But, fuck, is it refreshing against the heat radiating from me.
Easton’s hand is soft in my hair now, fingers gently massaging over my scalp. I let out a contented moan and nuzzle further into his hip. I could fall asleep like this. Cuddling his dick. I barely hold back my laugh. He’s probably having trouble staying standing, though, and we have a nice comfortable blanket next to us.
I sit back on my heels and bury my release in the sand underneath the lifeguard tower. Then I hop up and pull my sweats back over my ass. I help East fix his because he still seems like he’s off in post-orgasm land. It’s a lovely place to be. I hope we can travel there often.
I take his hand, and we stumble back to our blanket on shaky legs. I pull out a towel and the extra fleece blanket I brought from my bag. We brush off our feet and then I lie back, tugging him down with me. He follows and rests on his side, leaning on his elbow, head propped in his hand.
I can’t see the color, but I can still make out the light flush to his cheeks, the slight sheen to his skin. His eyes are glazed and happy as they study me. He looks like a well-loved man. He trails the backs of his knuckles over my cheekbone. Back and forth. Back and forth. My eyes slide shut. I soak it in. The adoring, loving touch. From the man I never thought would be mine. My well-loved man.
Lips brush mine, so light it’s barely a touch. Every nerve in me reaches for him, pulled by a secret gravity that only exists between me and East.
He traces a finger over the arch of my brow and down the bridge of my nose. “You’re beautiful, Maddox,” he whispers.
Something in my chest flutters. It’s more than just my heart. It’s bigger than that. My eyes drift open and catch on his. I curl a hand around the nape of his neck, fluffing my fingers through the hair there. I’ve said the words on the tip of my tongue to Easton a million times. But it’ll be the first time I get to say them for what they truly mean. “I love you.”
His thumb slides across my bottom lip, and he swallows hard. “I love you too, boyfriend.”
“We’re going to need to talk about the logistics of that,” I whisper.
His forehead drops to mine, and his sad sigh sweeps over my skin. “Because of baseball, you mean?”
I roll us so I’m leaning over him now. I stare hard down at him. He needs to know how serious I am about this. “I’ll support you in whatever decision you make, East. And I know I have…strong feelings aboutcoming out. But the reality is different for you. I would hate myself if our relationship hindered your chances at making the big leagues.”
“Is it naïve of me to think it won’t cause any issues?”
I smile sadly at him. “How many out gay major league ballplayers do you know of, East?”
“I know some have come out after they’ve left the game.” His voice lilts up, so hopeful. A soft breeze kicks up, and he shivers. I reach behind me for the fleece blanket and cocoon us in it. I snuggle into his side and press a kiss to his jaw.
“We don’t have to make any decisions tonight, but it is something I’ve looked into, considering I’ve always known I’m gay. There are some guys in the minors who were open with their teammates—didn’t hide it, I should say—but didn’t formally come out. And then there are others…who ended up quitting because they couldn’t handle the homophobic culture that is still deeply ingrained in pro-sports. In this world.”
“Some people will be safe, though.” He sets his chin, his jaw jutting out stubbornly. “Shane was safe. Our roommates are safe. There are more like them. We’ll surround ourselves with those kinds of people, Maddy.”
I kiss a path down his jawline. “That we will. We’ll find our people, people who understand love is love, that all people are deserving of respect and the freedom to exist without fear.
“Fuck the bigots.”
