CHAPTER SIXTEEN
HANK
Elliot’s lips close over mine, and my hand goes to the hair on the back of his head. I pull him to me, sinking into the pleasure. He groans under his breath and kisses me deeper. With a cool breeze and a gentle, steady sprinkle falling on us, I press myself to the heat of his body, kissing him back and satisfying the desire I’ve been trying to suppress.
My body is exhausted and my mind is blank, but our jobs are done for today. There are so many things we can’t have, but every second I kiss Elliot, I want him more.
Here on the beach, I want to cling to him and feel something other than pain and fear and shock. It’s like that first sip of creek water, my thirst stronger and more evident with every drink.
The reasons we shouldn’t do this unravel in my mind, that logic as distant as civilization.
“Hank,” Elliot murmurs against my mouth. His hands goes to my chest, and he pulls his mouth back, but stays close. “Are you sure you want this?”
I paw at his side, my heart pounding as I try to regain my bearings.
“Yes,” I manage, glad and encouraged that he’s checking in. “I can’t stop thinking about it.”
His eyes are clear. “Then kiss me again,” he says. “I want to feel good.”
We join in another kiss, embracing as our weight shifts from him to me, from me to him. When we nearly tumble over, Elliot laughs under his breath and pulls me down to the sand with him. The cool rain is falling harder, but the last of the day’s heat is still in the air.
Elliot ruts up against me, meeting me in another greedy kiss. Chemicals flood my brain, pain and discomfort fading into the background as our beards scratch together.
“You’re so fucking hot,” Elliot says as he rolls on top of me, his palms flat against my chest. “Wilderness man with the beefy ass.”
I cough out a laugh. “Glad you like it.” I lean up and kiss him. “You’re beautiful, Elliot.”
He kisses me back, harder, as he straddles me. My erection is fat in my underwear, and he grinds against it as we make out. When he leans back, Elliot has a satisfied smile on his face, and all my nerves are buzzing.
“I’m usually a top,” Elliot says, “and I have been tested since my last hookup, for the record. But I know that’s not happening for either of us right now.”
He bites down on his bottom lip while he studies me, and the attention sends a shiver across my skin.
“Right. Sounds like we’re compatible, though. And I’ve been tested as well.”
He looks pleased to hear that. “Can I suck your dick?” Elliot asks, and I jerk my hips in response.
“Yes,” I answer, and he keeps staring at me with those hungry eyes.
I’m accustomed to being intimate with Elliot, fully exposed to each other. But he’s indulging in a different kind of look, now, and I take the opportunity to drag my eyes over his body, too.
His dick is hard in his briefs, up against his hips, and his muscles are all taut. A few light hairs grow across Elliot’s chest, and a soft trail goes from his belly button down.
I drag my hands down his torso, exploring him and appreciating him, and I feel Elliot react, quivering against me. When our erections throb together, I groan, and Elliot’s hand goes down and wraps around my shaft, feeling me through my underwear.
We kiss harder, almost frantically. My body aches with exhaustion, but I’m consumed by how much I want this relief, this break from reality. Elliot and I both get our hands between our bodies, stroking and squeezing each other’s dicks, and kick our underwear off.
My back is flat against the wet sand, and Elliot ends up back on top. Murmuring my name, he drags his mouth first over my chest, then down my abdomen. When he gets to my cock, he grips me at the base and pulls my sensitive crown to his mouth.
“Fuck, Elliot.” My hips jerk as he sucks me. His lips feel like the softest silk, and the warm pressure of his mouth breaks me open, right down the center. Elliot drools on my dick and pumps my shaft, and I let out a louder, guttural groan.
He sucks me harder in response, pumping me with a twist and moaning his appreciation. He keeps going, working me, relentlessly squeezing and stroking and licking. My balls get tight, and a fire burns at my core. Before I explode, I pull him up, taking Elliot in another kiss.
“Hank,” he says against my mouth, and he quickly grabs my dick again. “I want to cum.” Elliot puts his erection against mine, squeezing them together. “Can we cum like this?”
“Do it,” I grunt, quaking at the hips as our dicks rub. I wrap my hand around our shafts, too, clenching hard to hold off my orgasm. “Give it to me.”
Elliot slaps his hand on my chest, supporting himself as he starts moaning louder. With the shadows of the island behind him and rain sprinkling down, Elliot is a vision. I can feel every contortion of his body, every jolt of pleasure as he fucks into our fists and drives us closer and closer to climax.
