Page 138 of Caught Stealing

“It’s the middle of the day,” I tell him, glancing around the pool area, “and they could come home at any time.”

Or better yet, some random stranger in the neighboring condo could walk out onto their balcony and see everything. Or a random passerby on the beach.

“I’d say we have at least half an hour.” Holden presses his ass down again, and my fingers dig into his hips harder on instinct. “That’s plenty of time for an orgasm each.”

I can’t help the husky laugh from slipping out at his tenacity. “Did I not fuck you well enough in the shower this morning or something?”

The grin on his lips tells me that is most certainly not the case.

“You’re telling me you’re not wanting to spend every possible second of this week inside me?” he counters, brow arched. “Because the second I head back to Chicago for preseason training, you know our time is gonna go back down to basically zero.”

I let out a low groan, hating the reminder.

Summer has flown by in what seems like the blink of an eye, and for once, I’m sad to see it go. All it means is we’re back to being on opposite schedules.

But at least we’ll be living together come the fall term, which is a major plus.

“You make a good point,” I murmur, my resolve starting to wane.

“I know I do,” he says, a teasing lilt in his tone. “Now, would you quit trying to change the subject and take off your trunks?”

Holden Sykes, relentless as ever. Though I must admit, it’s become one of the many qualities I love most about him.

My cock twitches beneath him as the ache in my balls grows, and it’s then, I cave. I don’t have it in me to deny him a thing anymore. And I highly doubt any amount of time together will change that.

“That depends.” My hands slide around to his ass, squeezing and kneading the fleshy muscle in my palm as my cock thickens some more. “Did you think to grab lube before trying to seduce me?”

A grin curls his mouth as he holds up a broken piece of a very familiar plant. I burst out laughing the second I recognize it, head falling back against the lounger.

“That’snotwhat I meant,” I say between laughter.

“It worked so well last time,” he muses. “Figured we might as well go for a repeat.”

“Then you’re gonna have to get off me so we can get to the shower,” I counter.

“We’re not going anywhere.” He grabs the waistband of my trunks and shifts off me to drag them down. “But these sure are.”

I lift my hips, allowing him to pull them from my body and drop them to the ground. My teeth sink into my lower lip, watching shamelessly while he goes for his own waistband.

My brow kicks up as he shoves them to his ankles, and the ache in my balls rapidly intensifies. I’m ready to lick the bead of precum glistening on the tip and take him deep into my throat the second his cock comes into view, though God knows we don’t have enough time for that.

“You want to right here?”

“Right here,” he confirms, and I don’t miss the hungry look in his eyes while his attention tracks down my naked body. “I wanna test out how sturdy these pool loungers really are.”

This fucking guy.

“And what are we going to tell my family when we inevitably break it?”

“That I did something to piss you off and you threw it at my face.” He smirks and shrugs. “Stranger things have happened.”

“Then get over here,” I growl, the lust turning into more of a feral need.

Holden wastes no time straddling me again and reaches for my cock, giving it a few long pulls that only build my desire. I do the same, reaching out and stroking him slowly, and making sure to play with that sensitive spot beneath the head.

“Playing dirty?” he murmurs while he breaks open the aloe and crushes it until gel covers his fingers and palm.

“With you? Always.”

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