“Let’s deal with that later.” I reached back into the drawer and tossed him the other pair of trunks, this time a dark blue pair that looked like shorts that stopped mid-thigh. “You can put these on.”
I knew they’d fit. We were close enough in size and they had a drawstring waist.
“Okay, but I’m changing in the bathroom.”
I snorted, walking over to the French doors and going outside. Shutting them and then looking in, I was satisfied to find they had one-way glass. I re-opened the door. “See, it’s that mirrored glass. You can only see in at night if the lights are on in here.”
“Okay, so safe to change except at night. No hanky-panky except during the day, either,” he teased.
Oh, we’d definitely have to see about that. With him in the bed next to me, I wasn’t going to make promises I couldn’t keep. It was just as well, because when we returned to my room, the luggage was put away, the gifts I’d wrapped stacked neatly on one end of the dresser. These facts only held my attention for about five whole seconds. That’s the amount of time it took Shannon to shimmy out of his wet trunks. My mouth watered at the sight of his tight bubble butt. I groaned, moving to stand behind him while I cupped his globes in my palms and squeezed.
He sighed then, leaning back into me, his earlier hesitation forgotten.
“There’s no one out there to see,” I murmured, snaking a hand around to stroke his rapidly filling cock.
He whimpered in response.
“Oh, my baby likes that?” I asked him. “What would you like me to do?”
He could ask me anything, and I’d do it.
“Suck me,” he begged.
“Suck you? Where?” I placed my lips on his shoulder and kissed. “Here?”
He whimpered again, the sound of it causing my hard cock to jump. I let go of him and stepped back. Removing my trunks, I kicked them away, then moved back, pressing my chest against his back once more.
“Maybe here,” I breathed against his neck, reveling in his shiver as my breath ghosted against his flesh. I kissed and then sucked up a light mark just under his ear.
“Nooooo,” he whined, reaching down to palm himself. I knocked his hand away.
“Nuh-uh,” I chided. “That’s mine. Use your words. Where do you want my mouth?”
“My cock,” he begged.
Sit on the bed,” I ordered him.
He sat, his ass perched on the edge, his knees and feet a full width’s apart to give me easy access. I knelt between them and admired the length of him, the purpling head a testament to how much he wanted me. The scent of his musk, mixed with the mineral scent of the saltwater pool he’d swam in, tickled my senses. I leaned in, my tongue worshipping him as it licked a long stripe up the length of his shaft. Up, then back down.
“Yes,” he moaned softly, the way he struggled to keep his voice soft, pushing me onward. If he could pay attention to his volume, I wasn’t doing my job right. I swirled my tongue around the head, then sucked him in deep.
“Fuck yeah!”
I hollowed my cheeks and began to bob my head eagerly. I raised my eyes to his face, finding him staring at me intently. I hummed then swallowed him the rest of the way down.
“Shit, your throat!” I reveled in watching him come undone. Hot liquid splashed my throat and I pulled back to avoid choking on the jets of semen. Besides, I wanted to taste him. I grasped his still spurting cock and held it in front of my lips, my tongue darting to catch the droplets before they could all hit my face. When he finished, I licked him clean and let him go, then took my index finger, using it to wipe the cum he had managed to mark me with. I made a show of licking it from my finger.
“Fuuuuuck,” he moaned. “So hot.” His cock twitched, already refilling.
I had a plan for that, one I’d hoped to be able to implement here. I grinned at him.
“Wanna fuck?” I asked. “I packed lube.”
“I’ve never, um…”
“If you don’t want to, that’s fine,” I reassured him. “I know we’ve not gone that far before, but I’d love to feel you in me.”
“You want me to fuck you?” he looked surprised.
