Around the bend, I see him. Leaning against the stone wall near the gym, one foot propped on the wall. His body glows silver in the moonlight.
“You lost?” His lips curl into a smile when he sees me.
My throat’s dry. “No.”
“Good.” He flicks the cigarette to the ground. “Been watchin’ you watch me.”
“Didn’t think you noticed.” My cock’s rigid as steel.
He shakes out his hair. “Took you long enough to come find me.”
I glance back toward the resort. Stupid instinct. No one’s around.
“Am I blowing you or are you just gonna stand there?” He whips off his T-shirt.
His chest catches the light, smooth and sculpted. Sublime. I want to put my mouth on him. Taste the heat on his skin. Trace every line with my tongue to memorize it before he disappears.
He comes forward and cups my face like we’ve done this before. No hesitation. His mouth crashes into mine, hot and assertive. My back hits the wall before I can breathe.
It’s not like kissing Niamh. She’s soft, familiar. He’s stubble and danger.
My cock is fully on board.
His hand slides to my chest. Then my stomach. Then my belt.
I tense. “Wait.”
“I want to suckyour cock. Tell me to wait again and I’m outta here.” His mouth finds my ear.
I shut the fuck up. He undoes my belt, pushes my shorts down with a quiet authority. There’s no room for shame. My head lolls back, dizzy with want.
“I’ve never—” I start.
He drops to his knees like it’s nothing. Like kneeling for me is natural. “First time?”
I shake my head.
“By a bloke?” He licks his lips. When I barely nod, he grips my base. “Don’t worry. I’ll make it good.”
I freeze. Not from fear, from impact. Every part of me lights up. A hit straight to the chest. This is something I’ve needed and buried. He stares up at me with parted lips and steady hands.
When his mouth takes me in, no hesitation, I fucking break.
I rasp before I mean to. Can’t stop it. Won’t try.
His tongue traces the underside of my cock like he’s reading me. Like heknows.
Of course he does. He’s built like me. Niahm’s no slouch in the blowjob department, but this isn’t about comparison. It’s addition. This guy is showing me how a man uses his mouth on another man.
A different kind of pleasure.
My hands scramble for something. His shoulders, the wall, I don’t know. I’m off-balance, overstimulated. Not in control. I don’t want to be.
His tongue swirls around my crown. One hand steadies me at the hip, the other cradles and rolls my balls like he already knows what’ll make me beg. Without warning he engulfs my entire cock and lets me slide down his throat.
“Nnnnnghhhh,” I gasp.
He groans low, allowing the vibration to shoot through me. My hips jerk. He takes all of it. Every stifled part of me.
