“Gorgeous.”
In a world where any blowjob was a good one, Evan had underestimated just how nuancedgoodcould be. He would definitely classify Heath’s use of his mouth asgood,but it wasn’t a sufficient descriptor.
Incredible? Spectacular? Astounding? Sure. Mind-blowing? That went without saying. Life-changing, though. That came close. As did he, repeatedly, while Heath toyed with him beneath a blanket of stars.
His legs shook. The only things keeping him upright were his locked knees and a desperation to behave. To be whatever Heath decided he needed to be, so long as it meant he was worthy of getting to come.
That tongue swirled across his skin in light flickers and languid licks. He nipped and petted, suckling him softly only to swallow him down in a ravenous gulp without warning.
Muscles strung tight, he desperately wanted to thrust. Wanted to feel that perfect friction and the satisfaction of burying his cock deep into a willing and waiting warmth, but he’d learned the hard way that acting out of turn set things back to zero, and he would crumble if the wait grew any longer.
“Fuck, please.” His body shuddered as his shaft filled to straining and his balls ached. Heath’s grip kept him from going over the edge, but made sure he stayed dangling on the precipice.
“God, you’re pretty when you beg. I could get used to this.”
A new revenge list formed in Evan’s mind, and this one was a lengthy compilation of all the ways he would make Heath suffer the next time he claimed King of the Hill. Because there would be a next time, and he looked forward to hearing a little pleading of his own.
For now, he remained silent, or nearly silent. The ragged in and out of his breathing echoed loudly in his ears, and it wasn’t the only of his senses feeling heightened. Every touch, every scent, every taste was better than any before it. The spell the island cast on him had turned him into a totally new person. Or maybe it was Heath who’d cast it. Nothing had been quite the same since they’d met.
“Please. Sir,” he added for good measure, since schoolmarm’s ego seemed especially fond of it.
Heath’s hand slid upward beneath his shirt, fingers idly scratching at his stomach and chest. It was soothing while simultaneously setting his nerve endings on fire, then it was gone entirely. Heath scooted back on the cushion of the daybed, eyes taking Evan in from head to toe as a smile played on his lips.
He felt incredibly exposed, standing there on the walkway with his dick out, like a perverted landmark in the lantern light. The shadow of his cock stretched across the stones, and he earned himself a laugh by making it bounce a bit. A lure, curious to see what he could catch.
Heath turned until his back was facing out, then laid down, letting his head drape off the edge of the mattress. “Come here, you gorgeous creature.”
Evan took a hesitant step forward, then another, until his knees hit the mattress and his cock bobbed over Heath’s face. Anticipation left him vibrating, and the sight of Heath’s erection jutting against the front of his pants made it even worse.
An involuntary moan rumbled up from his chest as Heath petted his shaft and brought it against his mouth, running the flat of his tongue slowly from the base to the tip. He lavished it with praise and loving touches, sucking gently, until Evan grasped the cabana post and dissolved into shuddering whimpers.
“Fuck, Heath. Please.”
“So pretty…” Heath whispered, fingers dancing up Evan’s thighs to grasp his hips.
Evan bit down, trying to muffle the moan that broke through the silence when Heath pulled him forward and opened for his cock, taking it until he’d swallowed every inch.
He froze, afraid to break the spell, until Heath encouraged him to move. He started slow but couldn’t hold on. Within a minute it was over, which was an impressive speed run if you ignored the thirty minutes prior where he’d been hanging on by a thread.
Heath moaned and writhed with his own obvious pleasure as Evan launched into orbit, muscles spasming and vision blurring. His chest burned and his teeth ached from the effort of remaining quiet, when all he wanted to do was scream.
The darkness seduced him, cradled him in anonymity as tears filled his eyes and his lungs struggled to catch up. He pushed the hair out of his eyes, focusing hazily on Heath’s hands unzipping his pants and pulling his dick free.
“Your turn, gorgeous.”
His mouth watered and the tiny portion of his brain still capable of functioning glitched. What was it about Heath that made him look twice? Was it some secret pheromone? This man had ruined him for anyone else. In four decades, he’d never had a lover who could deconstruct him so efficiently and with so little obvious effort. All it took was a look, a darkening of those eyes, and he’d give Heath whatever he wanted.
Trembling through aftershocks, Evan crawled onto the mattress and stretched out on his side, wrapping his fingers around Heath’s dick and bringing it closer to his lips. He licked, savoring the warm, salty pre-cum that slicked over his fingers, and basked in Heath’s choking moan when he took the head into his mouth and sucked hard, letting his tongue flick and taste.
This wasn’t his first time. He’d sampled every inch of Heathover the hours they’d spent avoiding the rest of the world, but this moment felt different. Deeper.
Maybe it was knowing this was coming to an end. The week was almost over, and them with it, no matter how much he wished it could be otherwise. That was the downside of vacation rules. They didn’t apply in the real world, which meant he and Heath would go back to being the people they were before.
Except, he couldn’t picture squeezing this version of himself into the old one. Not while knowing there was an alternate reality Evan having way more fun.
But those were thoughts for later. His lips were wrapped around the here and now, relishing the sounds rumbling from Heath’s chest as he grew brazen and tried to mimic the destruction Heath wreaked upon his dick every time he touched it.
Heath threw back his head and moaned, “Fuck, yes. Like that. Just like that. Fucking perfect. You’re fucking perfect, Evan.”
