It hits in three white-hot spurts, splattering up the line between my piercing and my sternum.
His expression is pure violence, like he’s never let himself lose so much control before, and now that he has, he’s not sure if he’ll be able to reign it back in.
I pump frantically, needing to come while his eyes are still glued to me.
“F—fuck!” I curse, my vision blurring as my own cum criss-crosses his.
Tek collapses beside me.
We both gasp for air.
My body feels pinned down by the weight of what we just did.
There’s no guilt—not from me—just raw, pounding relief.
“Look at what we did,” I say, and drag my lethargic fingers over my stomach, mixing us both together and smearing it up onto my chest.
Tek is on me before I can even blink.
His face is primal and needy as he runs his tongue over my chest.
“So gross,” I say, but I fucking love it.
“You said it shouldn't be wasted.” He does it again, lapping at my skin and swallowing everything he finds.
Mine or his, it doesn’t matter. This man might fuck like a demon, but he’s a sub through to the marrow of his bones.
As he moves lower, I watch when he hesitates at my belly button.
The tip of his tongue flicks my piercing.
I grab the back of his head and lift my hips so his face buries into me.
The way he shudders against me has my balls tightening all over again, so I push him off of me.
He looks at me in awe.
“You’re one-hundred percent the pervert,” I tell him, then lean in to lick the mixture of cum from the tip of his nose.
Like always I’m awake before the sun, but this time, I’m not alone.
This time, I’ve got my arms wrapped around the man I’ve been lusting after since I was fourteen.
The man I fell for weeks ago.
The man I don’t want to ever let go of.
Tucked beneath my sleeping bag and the pile of blankets, we’re curled against each other. His back is flush against my chest, and I can feel all the hours he spent at the gym directly against my skin.
I don’t want to move, but I know I can’t stay here forever. I came all the way here to surf, and even though the waves are calling me, I can’t deny how content I feel.
It’s so simple.
So complicated, but still so simple.
Innocent. Just two people, holding each other all night, fighting off the cold with the warmth of the other's body.
It doesn’t matter what we say to each other out here. How we touch. Or if we kiss.
