A wave washes over, completely soaking us, before receding. Dayton laughs and leans closer. The water is warm, but not as warm as his mouth as he wraps around my length and sucks.
This, he doesn’t do slowly, taking me so far in his throat, I feel the muscles clench around my cock.
“Oh fuck, Day,” I cry out, before another wave soaks us.
Smooth, wet sand slides beneath my heel as I arch my spine. His pace increases, his other hand tugging on my balls, sending a shiver through me.
Blinking up at the sun, all I can feel is his touch, taking me close to the edge.
“I’m going to come.” I tangle my sandy fingers in his hair, then force his head down, needing him deeper. “I’m going to come in your mouth.”
The low growl reverberating in the back of his throat is all the answer I need to buck my hips in a frantic motion as I fuck his mouth. His whole fist closes around my balls, and his tongue presses hard against my cock, lips suctioning in a truly mind-rattling feeling. I stiffen and then explode.
Day groans, the muscles in his neck bobbing as he swallows my pleasure. His eyes roll back. He releases me, pink lips shining, and crawls on top of me.
Dayton’s fingers entwine in my hair, drawing me closer as he kisses me, and I taste myself and the salt of the sea.
He breaks the kiss for a moment, his eyes meeting mine, dark with desire. “Farron,” he whispers.
I cup his face in my hands, pulling him down for another searing kiss. Our tongues dance, the taste of him making medizzy with want. I can feel his heart pounding against my chest, a wild rhythm that mirrors my own.
Another wave douses us. His golden hair sticks to his jaw, pearls of water glistening over his body.
“How are you still dressed?” I reach between us to unknot his wrap.
The white fabric falls away and gets carried out with the next pull of the tide. We exchange a bone-deep laugh.
“A problem for later.” Dayton smirks, pumping his arousal in an incredible display. His hand is huge, and yet his cock is still massive within it.
I lick my lips. “You’d always be naked if I had my way.”
“That could be arranged, Little Leaf, but then you’d be aware of how hard my cock is every time you’re in my presence.”
“Every time?”
He gives me a dangerous look then fists both our cocks together. I grow hard again. With his other hand, he circles my entrance, preparing me.
“You have no idea. I watch you doing mundane, but unfortunately public tasks, and imagine bending you over and taking you—hard.”
Drops of precum pearl on my tip.
“Fuck me, and hurry.” The tide falls away less and less, water pooling in the soft sand around us.
“Anything you want.”
He lifts my hips and sinks into me in one smooth, spellbinding motion. Another roaring wave splashes over me, completely drowning out my cry of pleasure.
Dayton throws his head back, golden hair sparkling in the fading sun’s light. “I’ll never get tired of this, fucking never.”
He moves, powerful hips driving deep, the curve of his cock hitting every glorious nerve. “You better not, Day.”
His grin is lopsided, roguish, and all fucking mine. He leans down, sliding even deeper, and captures my mouth.
As the waves wash over us, it becomes harder to breathe, the salty water mingling with our gasps and moans. But I don’t care. All that matters is this moment. I feel him everywhere, his touch, his taste, his very soul merging with mine.
The water is up to my shoulders, and when I throw my head back, it’s entirely underwater. “Day, the tide,” I sputter as I sit up.
He pants. “Too fucking bad I’m not done with you yet. Good thing I can hold my breath a long time.”
