Not that I had much muscle on my thigh, but I had a round little stomach and he was currently sucking his way down my chest—wet, sloppy kisses as he took my nipple into that mouth on him and licked. Lazy circles of his tongue and then a sharp intake of breath. Lips clamped around my bud, and I was moaning loudly with no care in the world if anyone could hear us.
The patio doors were still wide open; at least the curtains were half drawn, preventing anyone walking past us on the beach from looking in.
I suddenly thanked the holy entity that had placed me on this blot on the landscape for at least choosing a small resort with no crowding. Luxury at its finest, the website had promised. An entire beach to yourself. Not mentioning the parents next door and the other people, and I was silently counting down the minutes until Huw and Simon would turn up to ensure I hadn’t been fucked to death or something.
I was being fucked to death. I was quite sure of it, my dick already uncomfortably squashed against his stomach, and now he was moving on to the other nipple, and I gasped as the wet skin got hit with cool air from the fan above.
Then my neck. Deep, heady sucks of skin, like he was trying to devour me. Smell me, his nose pushing deep cavities into my chest as he moved onto my stomach, a deep growl coming out as he buried his face right there. My belly button getting kissed as my skin got scratched up with his stubble.
I liked it. Oh yes. Yes, please.
I wasn’t someone who liked things tender. I liked…
I liked it raw. I liked desperate. I liked control, and I liked being… Fuck. Oh God. Now he had my cock in his grip, licking the tip, and I hadn’t even caught up in my head, the gasp coming out of me kind of embarrassing. Not that he noticed, his eyes closed as I just stared at him. My neck hurting and my hands moving through his hair, grabbing hold of him and trying to make him just…
Please.
Please, just suck my cock and make me…
“Fuck,” I groaned, as I pushed my heels into the mattress. Bad idea. Hurt like hell. I tried to shift my arse a little and had to let go of him for a sec to shove a pillow behind my head because I, for one, me, Fox Riley, was not going to miss a second of this. Of the way his hands were sliding up and down my length. His mouth following. His tongue teasing me like the menace he obviously was, licking up and down my very willing body part, making my skin cold and hot at the same time, then he… Holy crap, he took me all the way down his throat and then stayed there. I found myself impossibly trapped inside his mouth as his nostrils flared.
The gasps rolling off my tongue weren’t even embarrassing at this point because it was like that feeling of having lost your inhibitions and completely surrendering to the state of…play… Fuck…
I kept gritting out that word, but it was the only word that fit what was happening to me.
“You want me to fuck you?” he suddenly said out of nowhere, looking straight at me, where I had obviously zoned into some state of bliss and forgotten how to use my mouth. So I nodded. Vigorously.
“You should perhaps close the patio doors because I’m loud in bed,” I admitted. Honesty. Right there. I wondered if it was those pills or if this really was me. A new version of me. One that didn’t give a fuck.
“Good thinking,” he replied, getting up and leaving me there. Splattered on the bed in a pool of sheets and covers, having somehow lost his pants and my dick standing straight up and my legs bending wide open.
Like the slut I was. And the lovely man he was? I was realising that part. He was lovely. He was kind and generous, and now he was closing the patiodoors and tugging the curtains closed, and at the same time, I leant over and flicked on the bedside light.
I was not going to miss a moment of this. Not when his shorts were hanging on his thighs and his cock. His…impressive cock. Wow. Not huge. Not small. Normal. Perfect. Thick. Dark in colour and lots of pubic hair. No stupid manscaping. Just a hairy stomach under that T-shirt and that…
I wanted it. I wanted him. And when he finally let the shorts slide down those legs on him and turned around? I almost cheered loudly.
“You’ve got a gorgeous arse,” I hiccupped out. I was just being honest. Again.
He grunted something in return, rummaging in his bag.
“You always bottom?” he asked. Like we were talking about dinner plans. Swimming habits.
“Totally vers,” I replied. Honesty. I would do anything to him. For him. With him. Then he turned around and pulled his T-shirt over his head, and I had to grab my cock. Give it a few good tugs, because the vision in front of me?
“You’re stunning,” I said, then I had to wipe the corner of my mouth. Drooling like the greedy man I was, but hey. I wanted that cock. Preferably in my mouth. Right now.
“I’m on PreP,” he declared, walking towards me. Supplies in his hand. The good stuff. I knew good stuff, and I knew cheap shit. I’d put up with Thomas’s cheap shit for far too long. “Condoms are non-negotiable.”
“Agreed.” I had to swallow. “I really want to suck your cock. No condom for oral, if that’s okay with you.”
“Any other requirements?” I’d forgotten he was a doctor. Of course he was. Nothing I had to explain here.
“Ehhr. I’m on PreP too. Tested regularly. All that. Been with the same partner for years, but then… Yeah. You already know. He wasn’t faithful. I’ve been tested since. Twice actually…”
He shut me up with a kiss, his mouth back on mine. “Don’t want to know about the ex. Just want to know if you’re alright with me using my mouth on you?”
“Only if you’ll let me suck you.”
