“It’s—”
“No, I’ve let this stupid fantasy get in the way for far too long. It’s time to let it go.”
“It’s not stupid to feel something for someone, even if they don’t deserve it.”
His therapist had been telling him that for years. Had he finally accepted it, or was he just a very talented parrot?
Heath scoffed and sat heavily on the edge of one of the cabana beds. “It might not have started stupid, but trust me, it’s ending there. I should have taken the hint, because it wasn’t subtle. If he had ever been interested, it was fleeting. This was a pity trip, and I’m embarrassed at how long it took me to realize it.”
“It’s his loss. We’re having a blast.”
A tiny smile appeared. “It’s true. I’m having a fantastic time. I’m wonderful once you get to know me, so he should have appreciated what he could have had. Not to mention I’m amazing in bed.”
“I don’t really have a broad frame of reference…”
Heath reached out, and Evan let himself be pulled closer, until he was standing between Heath’s knees. “Would you like a reminder?”
He was hard before Heath’s fingers skimmed the edge of his belt, deftly tugging his shirt upward to expose his skin to the cool evening breeze. The gentle caress of lips across his stomach created a cascade of shivers. The less gentle tug of those fingers releasing his belt and unbuttoning his pants increased the shivers to tremors, and his balls immediately ached.
This was a new type of turn-on. Not the being in public, but the being in public with Heath. The 180 of his personality when arousal was in play. It was heady experiencing this side of him,seeing him shed the frazzled high school teacher in favor of a confident seducer.
Was he like this with every man he fucked?
“Stop thinking.”
“What gave it away?”
A firm palm pressed against the bulge in his pants, which grew even harder as Heath’s fingers traced light scratches along the length. “This is the head I want you thinking with right now.”
“Yessir.”
“Oh, Ilikethat.”
“As you wish.”
His cock swelled and jumped as the words fell from his lips. At how easily he said them and how dizzying Heath’s sigh of approval was.
Heath brushed his cheek against the still-hidden swell of his dick, gently cradling and caressing his sack with a soft palm. “Evan, you are a treasure?—”
“I…” Choking with surprise, Evan grasped the frame of the cabana for balance as Heath wrapped his lips around the head of his dick through his pants and exhaled a hot blast of breath.
“—but you talk too much.”
Another moan at the warm thrill of skin on skin as Heath pulled the front of his pants down low and grasped his cock firmly. He took the head into his mouth and bathed it in the attention of his tongue, dipping into the well of pre-cum and sighing out variations of “delicious.”
He tried to thrust and whimpered at Heath’s hands on his hips, blocking him from moving. Hewhimpered. Jesus Christ.
“You’ll get what I give you and how I give it. Understood?”
He nodded silently, hissing when teeth pressed into his shaft, the sensation breathtaking in its unmistakable danger. This was not a kink he’d anticipated developing.
“Understood?”
“Yes.”
“Yes, what?”
“Sir. Yes, sir.”
