Humming happily, he let go of my cock and gave me a shove. “Then take me home.” There was some vulnerability in the way he moved, like he wasn’t quite sure it was okay to be having fun, and I dove in for another kiss that had him laughing and giving me another push. I snickered the whole way around the Jeep to the driver’s side while he slammed his door shut.
The ride home lasted seven thousand years with him reaching across my arm where I was shifting gears to keep my cock hard. He teased caresses across the tent in my jeans and would wait until I was tense under his touch to rub my cockhead until I moaned. I didn’t go down at all, and he kept driving me crazy by peppering kisses along my jaw. When I parked in the dirt driveway near my house, Peter sat back where he belonged, firmly in his seat, for the first time during the drive.
“I was serious. You wanna… you know. It’s almost dark. No one will notice us.”
Snickering, I stared at his happy face. Whether or not anyone who walked our stretch of beach would notice us fucking outside was debatable, and probably depended on this person being blind as a bat, but I wanted to give him the world. I didn’t care too much about someone seeing my naked ass. “Okay, let’s go through the house, though, because I’m not going to try to do anything with hope and spit.”
He snorted at that and opened his door. He beat me inside because I stopped to grab his cane and our bags we’d had at the school today, and he was already out on the deck by the time I got everything stashed on the floor in the living room beside the couch. The outside light was on, but I kind of wanted it to stay that way, even though more darkness would hide us. I didn’t want to be totally blind, and the little light it would give us would be helpful for walking.
He flashed a bottle—the lube from our bedroom—and took off down the stairs as he tucked it back into his pocket. The lake water shifted in the distance and the sound of the black waves had my heart hammering, but Peter turned around and stood out on the rocky sand with his arms crossed, chin jutted in challenge, and his hip cocked. He was slowly becoming a different person, right before my eyes.
My breath caught. He looked more like the man he’d whispered to me about on long nights when he was having trouble falling asleep—the guy who used to work out until he dropped because he wanted to go pro as a fighter someday, if he could only scrape the cash together for a professional trainer. In some ways I was glad the fight life had never happened for him because a lot of those guys got their brains rattled and were dealing with a whole different set of problems when they retired. I liked the person he was under all the bullshit. Peter wasn’t ripped like a heavyweight fighter, but his muscle tone was back, and his arms were hardening up. I could tell if he really got his life back on track, he’d be all muscle.
If he was happy and changing himself for the better, I’d love every second of it.
Peter spun off toward the shore and the darkness, moving slower on the sand than he had been going into the house. I closed the glass door between the house and deck, then jogged to catch up with him. It was harder than I thought it would be to chase him down, and I spun him around with a hand on his shoulder as I reached him. He brought his fists up, which I wasn’t ready for, and I backed off with my palms in the air. Nearby some seagulls called to one another and startled us both into laughing.
He stumbled back and dropped his hands. “Fuck, sorry.”
“It’s okay. It’s just me out here.” I snagged his hand and pulled him close. He tolerated me lacing our fingers together. We walked a little way with our hands swinging between us, and the small boulders that separated my beach property from the neighbor’s came up on our left.
“I know you mentioned sand, but you’ve clearly never had it in your asscrack.” I knocked his shoulder with mine.
He let out a laugh that was damned close to a giggle, and I loved it. “How do you know? Sand might be my favorite.”
I rolled my eyes and looped my arms around his waist. “I’m picking you up. Don’t clock me.”
“What? Why?” he asked and yelped as I hoisted him over my shoulder in a fireman’s carry that Rowdy taught me one bored afternoon. Rowdy was a tank who could haul even me around, but thankfully I was in shape enough to pick up Peter—and he was the only one I was worried about.
“This is undignified,” he said, tone icy. “And don’t you fucking dare tell another soul about this.”
I slapped his ass. “Oh, never.”
He gasped and wriggled against me. “I mean it.”
Snorting, I carried him toward the rocks. There was one in the middle of the cluster of boulders with a flattish top that was on my side of the outcropping. I didn’t think even a neighbor out walking a dog would notice us, unless they shined a flashlight directly on us. Of course, maybe I was being optimistic about that because I could still see well enough out here, between what was left of the sun hanging on the edge of the horizon and the porchlight in the distance. I climbed up, and Peter moaned as if he was unhappy with that. I rubbed my hand along the silky shorts covering his ass and got a better sound out of him.
“Gotcha, babe. You’re safe. I’ll get you down, too, don’t worry.”
“I’m not worried,” he grumped, but he poked my side anyway.
When we were on top of the rock, I set him on his feet, and he belted me hard on the shoulder.
“Ouch.” I laughed and rubbed the spot.
“It’s dark. You could have dropped me.” He stepped in and ran his hands up my chest, and I covered them with mine.
“What’s going through your head? Don’t keep it to yourself. I’m here.”
“Fucking. What else?” He grabbed my shoulders, and I laughed and let him move me as he shoved me toward the ground. I went to my knees and ran my thumbs along the bulge in his shorts, imitating all of the tormenting he’d done to me on the drive home, but he kept shoving at me, and laughing, I went down onto my back. Like an ass, I put my arms behind my head.
“Is this what you want?”
“Fuck yes, it is.” I wasn’t ready for it when he dropped down and moved until he had his rounded, edible ass sitting directly on my groin. Moaning, I slid my hands along his legs and up to cup his perky cheeks.
“Are you okay?”
“Stop fucking asking that,” he grumbled, without much heat. “Want to give you this.” His warmth over the top of me felt so good, and he shifted to rub his ass on my very interested dick. I won a growl from him when I humped up against him. “It’s not gymnastics or anything, but I wanted you to be able to have me however you want me. Or closer to how you might want me. I can ride you. Maybe after I’m healed up from my surgery, I’ll be able to take you fucking me into the mattress. Or the sand. Or a wall.” His forehead wrinkled and a deep furrow appeared between his brows. “I want you to be as happy with me as I am with you.”
