His cheeks heated, along with everything else he had, and Dillon found himself grinning, wiggling. “Yeah? Well, that’s good, I guess. I mean, since I’m stupid about you.”
“Is that good?” Coke scooted down, rubbing the sunscreen into his ass.
“Yes.” That was so damned good it was almost obscene. His hips started a slow roll, his butt pushing right up.
Coke’s thumbs spread his thighs, just a little, working the lotion into the crease where thighs met ass, into the tight strip of skin behind his balls.
“Damn. Oh, damn.” He was starting to shake, his skin rising up with goose bumps. “Right there, Coke.”
“Yeah? I can do that, honey.” Fuck yeah, Coke could.
And did.
Over and over.
By the time the sunscreen was good and absorbed, Dillon was moaning and thrusting, his cock caught between his belly and the chair. Coke, the asshole, moved down, doing his legs,his feet. It didn’t seem to matter, though. Not really. Every little touch made him tingle.
“Gotta do the rest, honey.” Coke’s thumbs slid over his arches.
“The wha’?” Oh. The front. Oh, yum. He flipped like a pancake, letting Coke have him.
Coke started at the bottom, massaging his calves, his knees then the insides of his thighs. His cock stood at hard attention, his balls all pulled up from Coke breathing on him, touching him. “You’ve got good hands.”
“Thank you. You look… Damn.” Coke’s fingers got to his nuts, slicking them, stretching them out, a little bit.
“Like a greased pig?” That was so not sexy, but he needed to back it down or he’d come. Right now.
“Nope.” The tip of his cock got a thump—not hard enough to hurt, but hard enough to drive him out of his mind.
His eyes rolled back in his head, his hips pushing up and up. “Coke…”
“Mmm-hmm?” More lotion was squirted on his belly, his dick, one hand rubbing up along his abs, the other fingers wrapping around his cock.
“Making me crazy.” The sun beat down on his belly and chest, the cool lotion giving him the best kind of shivers. It was Coke who really made him crazy, though.
“Good. Slicking you up, honey.” Those hands kept working him.
“Uh. Uh-huh. Gonna do me, Coke?” Dillon spread his legs, pushing up, showing off. His cock pushed through Coke’s hand, begging more.
“Think I am, honey. After you’re all protected from that there sun.”
“Oh. I can help.” He held his hand down, letting Cokesquirt some lotion on it. He rubbed it up over his chest, really getting into the spirit of it, pinching his nipples right up.
Coke moaned, lips parting, eyes hot on him. “Damn, Dillon…”
“You’re not lubing, babe.” He grinned, panting, writhing on the damned lounge.
“Sorry. Sorry, I got distracted.” Hell, yeah. Coke’s hand tightened, working his dick again.
“I know! What’s up with that?” Not that he wasn’t hellacious distracted, too. He rubbed the last of the lotion into his skin before reaching for Coke, stroking the man’s neck. “We should get you up here, so it’s more comfy. I can ride.”
He knew from the corded muscles under his hand that Coke would be hurting some, holding himself up. “You can come in the water, honey.”
“Oh, that’s a good idea.” That weightless thing worked so good for Coke. He needed to remember that.
Coke finished his shoulders, his arms, then swiped lotion over his cheeks and nose. “Let’s do it.”
“Okay.” He rolled up and planted a sloppy kiss on Coke’s mouth before slipping off into the water. Letting Coke chase him a little.
