“I want you…” I murmur.
“Want me to what, Colin? Use your words and tell me what you want.”
The use of my name and the tone of his voice send chillsdown my spine. I have never been filled with more desire in all of my life. So why can’t I just say it?
“I want you to…”
“Say it, baby,” he mumbles. “Let me hear you say it.”
“I want you to fuck me.”
“That’s my boy,” he growls against my skin. I’m a whimpering, moaning, breathless mess as he grinds himself against me, turning me into something I don’t even recognize. At this point, I’m hardly human. I’m only lust and desire.
“God, I want to fuck you so bad,” he mumbles as his mouth moves downward over my chest. When his teeth close around my nipple, I make a sound I’ve never heard before. It’s a carnal, rasping sound fueled only by the arousal currently keeping me alive.
I’m useless, lying on the wet sand as he sucks and bites the tight bud of my nipple. At this point, I’ve leaked so much precum I think I might have already come entirely.
“I want to get you off first,” he hums against my skin. “Right here, I want you to be a good boy and come for me.”
“Declan,” I call in a needy plea. It’s all too much. My back arches, and my body tightens. It won’t take much to get me off at this point. And as much as I want to come, I don’t want this torturous euphoria to end. It’s the greatest thing I’ve ever felt, and we haven’t even gotten to the sex yet.
But if this is what it feels like to be free with Declan, I want more. And I want it forever.
He continues to suck on the sensitive bud as his hand reaches into my shorts and wraps around my cock. He slips his finger under the hood and teases the sensitive head, and I suck in a breath through my teeth.
“Fuck,” I cry out, writhing on the cold, wet ground.
He’s desperate and eager, and he barely gets my shorts down before quickly bending over to take me into his mouth. He sucks hard and fiercely, sending me careening toward a quick andintense orgasm. It takes only a few pumps of his mouth on my cock before I’m forced to surrender to it.
“Oh God, I’m coming,” I shriek. I lose all control of my own body as the climax takes hold. I’m shuddering and shaking as the pleasure pulses through me violently.
When I’m finally coming down from the euphoria, my body tingles like it’s coming back to life. I barely have a chance to recover before Declan pulls me to my feet. Then he’s dragging me up to the house, stopping every few moments to kiss me. I taste myself on his tongue, and it turns me on more than I ever thought it would.
At one point, he grabs my hand and slams it against his rock-hard length, and I squeeze it eagerly, desperate to hear his pleasured cries. He whimpers into my mouth as I stroke him over his shorts.
My back is covered in sand when we reach the house. But I couldn’t possibly care at the moment. He yanks open the sliding glass door and tugs me inside. We are clawing at each other, riding this tsunami wave of desire.
“My bag,” he mutters against my lips when we reach the kitchen. Then, he leaves our kiss for a moment to dig into his duffel bag on the floor. When he comes back, he’s holding a strip of condoms and a clear bottle of lube.
The sight of them sets my heart ablaze. He planned for this. This is happening. This isfinallyfucking happening, and heplannedfor it. Goose bumps spread all over my skin as the anticipation floods through me.
I’m standing in the kitchen; the dim glow from the single lamp in the living room is enough to illuminate his face as he approaches me. His pupils are blown wide, and his face has never looked more sexy to me.
His hand goes to my throat, and I tilt my head back for him, giving him more access. Giving him more of me.
“Get on your knees for me,” he commands, and I lower myself without hesitation. “Now open your mouth.”
I do exactly as he says. Obeying orders has never felt so good.
Declan releases my throat and slides his shorts down to his ankles. Then he takes hold of his cock and slaps the head of it against my tongue with a wetthwack.
He looks so turned on as he stares down at me with his cock between my lips. He looks like he wants to defile me, use me, ruin me. God, I want that too. Right now, he can do whatever he wants.
“You look so good with my cock in your mouth. Such a pretty boy. Such a pretty little slut,” he mutters, licking his lips. “Stand up, Colin.”
I quickly do as he says, backing up until my ass hits the kitchen counter. Then, to my surprise, he kneels in front of me, gently tearing my shorts down and kissing his way across my abdomen as he does. My lips part, and my cock throbs, already hard again.
Once my bottoms are on the floor, Declan taps my hip. “Get up on the counter.”
