Page 21 of Hold my Reins

Lynck’s hands slid to Rox’s ass, keeping him close and grinding against him. The way Lynck moved against him, his cock and his tongue teasing his body and ramping up his pulse. His dick throbbed, trapped in his jeans.

If they weren’t on a public beach where anyone could walk past, he wouldn’t want to stop. Rox pressed his hand into the sand and pushed himself up, which only pressed their hips closer together. “We probably shouldn’t do this here.”

“We aren’t doing anything.”

“Yet.” Rox rolled his hips, not wanting Lynck to stop.

Lynck leaned up and kissed him. “I should walk you home.”

“You should because then I can invite you in. We’re both too gritty for this to be fun.”

“I’m not using your tiny shower.”

“Oh, you’ve got something better, do you?” His dick throbbed, wanting to feel Lynck naked against him again.

“I do, and you can see it when you come around for dinner.” Lynck didn’t let up, rocking Rox’s hips. The way his fingertips kneaded his ass cheeks…

Rox bit his lip. “I don’t want to wait that long. We can date and fuck…or is that too much of a human thing? Do you have sex or just run?”

Pain flickered across Lynck’s face. “I was taken before I became an adult. Teens only ran and played. We worked on our skills to become good mates.”

“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have asked.” There he was, being all horny, while Lynck had trauma from being captured and never knowing if his herd even survived the attack.

“You wanted to know… I wanted to tell you. To understand. If you don’t ask, how will you learn about monsters and kelpies?” Lynck kissed him again, but with less heat. “We both had our teen years cut short and were adults before we needed to be.”

“Yeah.” Not that Rox had ever put it in so many words.

“We don’t need to rush this.”

The hard length of Lynch’s cock pressed against his, with far too many layers of clothing between them. But it wasn’t a polite, disinterested brush-off. It was Lynck putting the brakes on and wanting to slow down and take a breath. Which was probably the smart thing to do, to see if they had something more than the chemistry of lust. But Rox liked the burn of lust. “How can you say that while grinding against me?”

“I like the way you feel and the way you look at me like you’re waiting for me to flip you over and fuck you.”

Rox smiled. “I mean, I’d be happy with just getting our pants undone. Sand and penetration don’t go well together.”

Lynck somehow kept hold of him while pushing up so they were sitting, Rox’s thighs draped over Lynck’s legs. If it wasn’tfor one of Lynck’s calves hooking behind his back, he’d have fallen over.

“Is this better?” Lynck ran his hand over the fly of Rox’s jeans.

“That depends on what you do next.”

Lynck flicked the button open and undid the zipper. Rox glanced along the beach, but they were alone in the dusk. No one would notice his dick was out unless they were right up close. Lynck’s warm fingers wrapped around Rox’s shaft and stroked.

Rox smothered a groan at the tight grip and the way his thumb worked over the crown. Despite the distraction, he got Lynck’s pants open and pulled his cock free of his underwear.

He scanned the beach again because if someone came past, it wasn’t going to look good, and he didn’t need some kind of public indecency charge when he’d only just arrived in town.

“I suspect my hearing is better than your eyesight, given the growing darkness,” Lynck said as if reading his mind.

Rox stroked Lynck’s length, still not sure how that broad, flat head had managed to press inside him. A shiver raced up his spine at the idea of riding his kelpie.

At the idea of tasting him.

Of sucking his dick until he came, flooding his mouth. Would he even be able to swallow that amount of cum?

He fucked Lynck’s hand with a sudden desperation, each thrust becoming slicker. Lynck captured his lips, and his hand cradled the back of Rox’s head, holding him in place. Between his tongue and his hand, Rox didn’t stand a chance.

He came, his groan muffled by Lynck’s mouth. Lynck’s hand cupped the head of his cock, catching his spill, and for a heartbeat, Rox expected Lynck to lick his fingers. Instead, he wiped his hand in the sand, erasing the evidence.

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