Page 69 of Judging Duke

His hand moved higher until he grazed my balls.

“Hey! No fair.”

“All’s fair when you’re splashing.”

“Duke! Simon!” It was Barbara. “Come get lunch.”

“Good, I’m starving.” I’d not eaten breakfast again, and the small canapés we’d eaten earlier had done nothing to fill my stomach.

“Race you.” Simon set off at pace. There was no way I’d keep up with him.

He hoisted himself out of the water onto the platform, and fuck me if his swim trunks didn’t cling that little bit more, leaving absolutely nothing to the imagination.

I was willing to forgo lunch and take that dick. I was hungry for it.

He turned to face me.

“What’s up?”

I shook my head. “Nothing, but you might want to wrap a towel around you or put on some shorts. You’ll be giving Barbara a heart attack.”

Simon laughed again, looking around him.

“Is this what you want?” He edged his trunks down just a little, exposing the tip of his cock.

I sank under the water, trying my damnedest to cool off. That guy was fucking hot, and he knew it.

By the time I resurfaced, he was wrapped in a towel, his trunks swinging on his index finger.

Fucking tease and now there was no way for me to exit the water without him seeing the effect he had on me.

“Come on, Duke. It’s lunchtime.” He threw the trunks at me and turned to leave.

Cheeky bastard.

I managed to climb out of the water and threw a towel around me, my erection still on show. If he wanted to play that game, I was more than happy to do so.

I ran up the stairs behind him and slipped my hand up the towel he wore. My hand grazed the cock dangling between his legs.

He jumped and turned to face me, his groin just a little above me.

He made a show of redoing his towel, giving me a glimpse of his half-hard dick.

“Wait until we get back to the villa,” I told him. Fuck what we’d said before. I was having him, and this time, he wouldn’t be leaving my room, nor I his.

“Forget what I said last night. We will be doing that again.” He bent down, his lips close to my ear. “I want you to fuck me, Duke. Will you do that for me?”

“Damn straight, I will.”

“Boys, have you finished? Pierre and I are starving. If you’d prefer, you can go to one of the cabins down below.”

Remembering where we were, I tried to get rid of my hard-on, but the sight of Simon’s taut muscles beneath the towel made that nigh on impossible.

Guess I was going to have to own it.

“I’ll just slip my shorts on. Be back in a minute.” Simon disappeared, leaving me at the impressive dining table with Pierre, Barbara and another woman he introduced as his wife, Giselle.

I should have been embarrassed, but years of flaunting myself to sell myself had taken that away from me.

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