I cupped his balls with one hand, while the other reached up and felt his stomach, flat with a hint of abs beneath. They clenched each time he hit the back of my throat. That made my dick twitch.
Fuck, I needed this man.
“Damn it, Mark, I’m getting close.”
I gripped him tighter, but his hands flew to my shoulders and pushed me back. Before I knew it, his cock was out of my mouth and he was lifting me upright.
“Get your ass onto that rock,” he said, carefully slipping down to the sand to give me room on our makeshift throne.
I kissed him again, deeply, still needy. He gently urged me onto the stone. The moment I sat in place,he took me into his mouth. He wasn’t gentle or slow, he didn’t take his time or worry he might gag. He just took me into him, gripping the base of my shaft, and sucked me as though his life depended on milking the last drop.
There was nothing I could do but brace my palms on the stone and lie back. I watched birds trace across the cloudless sky before my eyes slammed shut with pleasure.
“Dear God, Wes, what the fuck—”
His only answer was to slip a finger between my cheeks and circle my hole.
I nearly leaped off that rock.
Then he slipped inside, still sucking with all he was worth, and I saw stars.
When he added stroking with his off hand, I lost all control.
“FUCK! Wes, stop, you have to stop or—”
The first shot surprised us both.
Wes sucked harder, lapping it up.
I shot again.
And again.
My whole body drained into him. I swear he took it all, never stopping, never slowing. Even after I was spent, he kept going, my body shivering and convulsing with each lap of his tongue, each stroke of his palm.
When he finally lifted his head and set my exhausted dick free, he smiled up at me. “How was that, Mark Apparently?”
“I may never walk again. You sucked the life out of me.”
He laughed, and the echo of that humor off the rocks of the cove was the most amazing sound I think I’d ever heard.
“Your turn?” I asked, unsure if I had the energy to actually do much.
He shook his head. “Seeing you like that is my reward. We should probably get back. I still have some shots to take.”
And so, my knees still weak, we slipped on our sea-drenched shorts. Wes grabbed his camera, slung it over his shoulder, then reached out to take my hand. He entwined our fingers, and we strode lazily back up the path toward the resort.
I can’t remember ever feeling so completely, utterly at peace.
Chapter 10
Ishould have known I was in trouble the moment I walked into the dining room, because Finn took one look at me and dropped his fork. It hit the plate with a clatter that turned heads three tables over. He didn’t apologize, didn’t pick it up, didn’t so much as glance at it. He just sat there, with the dawning rapture of a man watching a lottery number get called one digit at a time, as I crossed the room toward our table. By the time I sat down across from him, his whole face had become a sunrise.
“Oh,” he breathed.
“Don’t.”
“No?”
