I don’t know if he says anything after that because I do exactly as he says.
The sun is hot at my back, the water is cool around my calves, and I thrust into Kennedy like it’s my dying wish. His meaty ass slaps against my hips, reddening more and more every time we make contact. Every time we’ve had together has been so sweet and intimate that fucking him just to fuck him is like this foreign, powerful surge of adrenaline.
He feels incredible wrapped around my cock. I’m so consumed by him that I forget how close I was. Forget to stress about making this good. I give in to feeling and how turned on I am and let him overwhelm my senses.
His scent is swimming around me, his moans are driving me out of my mind, and our sun-warmed skin is prickling with sweat that makes every slap of our skin sound sinful.
He’s pushing back onto my dick, and my balls are getting painfully tight. My arm muscles are locking up with how tightly I’m holding him, but I can’t let go because it will throw off my rhythm, and I’m not ready to stop.
“Your piercing,” he chokes out. “So, so good.”
Satisfaction makes my limbs light. I’ve reached that happy, bubbly part where my brain doesn’t know what’s happening, and the pleasure building at the base of my spine is almost too much.
I’m close.
“Fuck,” he grunts, and I’m abstractly aware of him jerking himself off. “Fuck, Zig. Fuck, fuck …fuck…”
Kennedy’s ass clenches around me, and I’m unprepared for the pressure. I fuck him through it, rapidly losing the battleto keep going, and just when I think it couldn’t possibly feel any better, my orgasm hits hard. I come with a body-racking shudder, bowing forward over Kennedy as I empty into the condom.
It goes on forever, and I turn to jelly, only standing by him holding me up. My lips meet the back of his neck, and I kiss him and kiss him and kiss him until my brain slowly trickles back online.
“Now, that’s how you pound the life out of someone,” he mutters, stretching beneath me.
I pull out, and somehow, we climb back out of the water.
We collapse onto the rock, needing another swim, but I’ve never felt so amazing. I leave the condom for now and stretch out, feeling like a lazy lizard who just came his brains out.
“Was that good?” I ask because even though I know that he got off, it doesn’t necessarily mean that he was okay with it all.
“Perfect.” He smiles, eyes drifting closed. “Still not sure how much I want to bottom, but your piercing felt so good.”
That fills me with satisfaction. “It’s yours whenever you want it.” I reach down to slot my hand into his. “And I’m good with bottoming. I also really, really like blowing you. We should do more of that.”
He barks out a laugh. “You are full of good ideas.”
I know I am. And speaking of good ideas …
I sit up, ditching the condom, then reach for the picnic basket and where I’ve hidden my gift. It’s not like I can shower him in pretty things up here, but I hope this is enough. It was worth every cut and scrape and burn.
With a deep breath, I turn and hold it out to him.
Kennedy sits up, face immediately serious. “What’s this?”
“I made it. For you.”
He’s staring at the little metal bird that I’ve assembled with wire, cogs, scraps of metal, and whatever spare parts I couldfind. It looks like a sparrow, and the only things not silver are the rust-colored wings.
“This is so cool. It’s a bird.”
Not just a bird. I wanted it to be special, and this was the hardest part to find. Rooney went out of his way to source it, and I’m going to owe him forever. I reach for the pin on the side and wind it up.
When I let go, music plays, and the little mouth moves up and down.
“What?” He holds it higher to watch it. “Youmadethis? My boyfriend is a genius.”
I warm at the “B” word. It’s never going to get old. “Reminded me of you. You’re always singing. Do you recognize the song?”
He listens for a moment. “Hold on … is that ‘My, My, My’?”
