Coke could move, though, sliding into the pool and moving toward him like a shark, cutting through the water. Sweet. Dillon wasn’t that good a swimmer. Good, but not that good. Took Coke no time to grab him and pull him close, and he hung on and let himself be caught.
“Hey.” Coke moaned for him as their skin rubbed together. “You got no idea how bad I been wanting to try this.”
“Hey, I’m all about trying stuff.” He wrapped his legs around Coke’s waist, his arms around those amazing shoulders, and he took a kiss, lips and tongue begging for Coke to let him in.
Coke groaned and opened right up, holding him, rocking them together as if he weighed nothing. One hand was on his ass—the other one was on the back of his neck, tugging him closer. The cool water made his skin feel like it was steaming hot, which was a delicious contrast. Coke shifted him so that Coke’s dick rubbed all along his crease, the head nudging him, over and over.
“Damn. Damn. Coke. How can we…? I need you in me.” He clutched at Coke’s slick skin, trying to get closer.
Coke shifted him, tilted him until that hard cock nudged him, just a little. Oh, yeah. He bore down, opening up as best he could. He’d let Coke in, just like that. In a heartbeat. The touch scratched all the way in, so good, Coke pushing in little, random rocking motions.
“Coke!” His body clamped right down, trying to keep Coke out for a desperate moment before letting him in until they were fused together. The water lapped at his shoulders, wetting his hair when he put his head back, his eyes staring up at nothing.
“I got you. I got you, honey. Fuck, but you’re hot.” Coke breathed like a bellows, arms and legs like iron bars where they held him up.
“Me? Gonna make the water steam, Coke. You’re amazing.” His hips were moving of their own volition, going in little circles, his ass bouncing.
Coke chuckled, took a couple steps into the deeper water, then leaned forward and kissed him so hard that he might as well be drowning. They almost submerged, but Coke’s strong legs kept them up, and the tiny spike of panic only made his heart beat faster. His cock knew better. It trusted Coke enough to get even harder. His own personal bullfighter never even wavered. Coke found his balance and took him like a fucking machine, the pool giving that poor back the buoyancy it needed. All of it, the sun and water and Coke’s body againsthis, it all conspired to make him shake. He kissed Coke with all he had, lips bruising right up.
Those hazel eyes stared deep into him, Coke moaning into their kiss.
“Mmm-hmm.” Yeah. Like that. Dillon started working with the buoyancy moving enough that it slapped him back against Coke in waves.
Coke’s hands wrapped around his waist, adding that strength to his and to the water’s. They rocked, both of them breathing hard now, his ass on fire, his legs shaking. Dillon was so close. So close. He just needed a little friction.
“Come on. Touch your cock, honey. I wanna see.” Coke’s cheeks were dark red, the words whispered.
“Yeah.” Leaning back and letting the water carry him, Dillon reached down and grabbed his dick, stroking it hard and fast. He wanted Coke to have a show.
“Dillon. Oh, Christ.” Coke whimpered softly, hips smacking his ass, splashing as they moved.
“Coke. Coke. Gonna fly.” He loved that. Loved the way Coke looked just before he came. Dillon grunted, his cock jerking madly in his fist.
“Come for me, honey. Need it.” He believed that, too. One hundred percent.
So he did. He came so hard he drew blood biting his lip, his body rocking like a kiddy tub toy on a good bath night. Coke was fucking amazing.
“Mmm.” He could feel Coke’s dick, jerking inside him, the strong arms never wavering.
Dillon let the last tremors wash through him, let Coke have everything he needed. Lord, that felt good.
“Oh, man. That… You’re better than any fantasy.”
“Good.” He liked the sound of that. “Not that I don’t want you to fantasize about me when I have to be away. I do.”
“I ain’t sure I could stop.”
That had him grinning, his cheeks hot from a lot more than the sun. “Wanna float awhile? I can get the lounger dealie.”
“Sounds like heaven, honey.”
“Cool.” Making sure Coke was buoyant, he paddled off to get the big double floaty Coke had bought on the way to the ranch.
He might have to bring the sunscreen, though. He’d read that heavy physical activity might lessen its effectiveness.
Chapter Nineteen
Lazy and happy, Coke checked the chicken, made sure the potatoes weren’t burning and closed the grill, grabbing a couple of beers from the outside little fridge before heading back to the hot tub. The bug zapper was working away, the tiki torches were burning and life was good.
