Page 100 of Reluctantly You

It’s perfect and yet, far too large for me. It would be perfect for children.

One day.

“In you go,” I say, and he steps past me into the grotto. He ducks down, the ceiling a little too low for us to stand upright, and steps into the water, his towel flung to the side.

His shoulders are tense, his body rigid. My eyes can’t help but settle on his round ass and I bite my bottom lip to keep the moan at bay.

I want him again.

Fuck me for thinking he wasn’t my type.

He’s entirely my type. Built and broken, a man needing something only I can give.

I don’t let him think too hard about what’s about to happen. I want to show him how good this can be, that feeling this for another man isn’t wrong.

I crowd him, setting our drinks down on the ground and turning him into me. My mouth slants over his and I thrust my tongue against his, his naked body leaning into mine.

“I’m going to enjoy having you naked all day,” I say, and he pants against me, his fingers curling into my sides.

“I’m not staying naked with you.”

“You fucking are,” I reply and then bring him down onto my lap, his thighs straddling mine. No one can see us in here, a secret little sex cave. Mitchell’s cock is hard against mine, and he ruts up against me, the water pulsing around us in lazy, soft waves.

“So horny, so fucking needy for it.”

“No. Just…just hormones,” he grumbles, but I reach around him and cup his ass, dragging his body into mine. Over and over, the waves growing, pummeling the sides like the ocean during a storm.

“No. It’s you, discovering what you want, what you like. And you know what you like?”

“Fuck off.”

“You like cock. My cock. And I’m going to give it to you, my little slut. Soon. But not yet.”

His mouth crashes into mine, his movements frantic, his body trembling with a lifetime’s worth of pent-up need. We work ourselves toward the edge, my finger swirling around his clenching hole, before I pull away from him, nodding to the side of the jacuzzi.

“Sit on the edge. I’m going to suck your cock.”

He’s panting, his chest heaving. But he doesn’t fight it, just pulls himself up, his legs still in the water, his abdomen and cock dripping wet and waiting for me. My fingers scratch up his thighs and I spread them wider, sitting between them. I inhale the salt on his skin and then engulf him, bringing him into the back of my throat and gagging on his cockhead before hollowing out my cheeks and pulling off him.

I glance up and see his lips parted, his eyes lowered in lust. His fingers are curled up against the side of the jacuzzi and I reach out and grab them, placing them on my head.

“Fuck my face, Mitchell. Use me like one of your toys.”

His fingers tighten into fists and he shakes his head.

“No.”

“No? Hm, seems you wantmeto useyou.I can do that.”

I lick up his cock, and he groans. And then I suck him down again as his hands fall to his sides. He’s shifting his hips up into me as my mouth continues to work him over the edge. The way our combined sounds are echoing off the rock walls, the taste of his precum on my tongue, it’s almost too much. I’m heady with lust, with desire. I want to bring him over the edge with my name on his lips.

With my free hand, I cup his balls and roll them in my palm, tugging on them lightly.

“Who’s sucking your cock, Mitchell?” I ask as I slick my tongue across his slit. “Who’s making your scream?”

“You, Gideon. You,” he breathes, and I grin as I take him once more, sucking and gurgling, my throat contracting when I drag him into the back of my throat. And he comes on a shout, his cock exploding right into my stomach. I continue to contract my throat around him as he shakes and shudders, his body slowly growing limp and loose. In a swift movement, I stand and jack myself, my own release coming just seconds later, my cumcoating his softening cock and his chiseled abs. He watches it all, the way I mark him. He knows what this means.

Mine.

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