Page 15 of Only One Beach House

Our mouths find their way together again in a hot, wet kiss as we wrestle with each other’s clothes. I’ve learned the planes of his body over the past two months, the expansive swell of his pecs and all my favorite patches of dark hair. I’m particularly fond of the one that leads south from his belly button. I drag myindex finger through it, and he purrs around my tongue, canting his hips and kneading my ass in his big hands again.

We shed our clothes one item at a time, our kisses getting deeper and hungrier as our bare skin sparks with heat and electricity everywhere we touch. Cas hooks his fingers into the waistband of my boxer briefs and tugs them down. I kick them off and press myself up against him, both of us moaning loudly as our hard cocks find each other.

“Fuck, you don’t think Slater will be able to hear us, do you?” I whisper.

Even with only the moonlight filling the room, I can see the lust and adoration in Caspian’s eyes, and it makes my heart flutter. He wraps his hand around both our cocks at once and strokes us leisurely from root to tip.

“Nah. I mean, as long as you don’t scream too loud.” There’s a rumble of teasing in his voice. I thrust into the rhythm of his slow tugs, precum slicking between us. His, mine, it doesn’t matter.

“Right, and I suppose it’s my fault when you fuck me so hard the headboard bangs against the wall?” I nip at his bottom lip, and he grins.

“Damn right it is.” He chuckles, inching me back until the backs of my knees hit the bed. “Harder, Cas. Fuck me harder.” He mimics my breathless pleas, corkscrewing his hand around the heads of our cocks and drawing a little gasp from me.

“You’re right, we’d better keep it slow and gentle tonight out of respect.” I feign seriousness.

He grunts, and then without warning stoops to grab me by the backs of my thighs, hoisting me effortlessly into his arms.

“Or we could just fuck on the floor instead.” He steps away from the bed with me and sinks to his knees while I cling to him, my arms around his neck, my legs around his hips, and my cock dragging against the soft swell of his belly.

“I love your problem-solving skills.” I laugh as he carefully lays me down on the wooden floor, cool from the nearby air vents. My skin prickles with goose bumps and my nipples pebble. I tighten my legs around his waist and thrust against his stomach while I nuzzle my face into his beard.

“Is that the only thing you love about me?” he jokes, reaching into the nightstand for the lube before pressing his weight into me again.

I run my hands over his chest, grazing his nipples with my thumbs and earning a low, horny growl from him. We fall into another kiss before I can answer his question, tongues stroking, hands groping, his cock nudging at the back of my thigh while mine leaks and throbs against his belly. There’s passion and need in every flutter of his tongue over mine, but there’s something different about the way we’re kissing tonight too. It’s less urgent, less desperate, like before we were both frantic to fit every kiss and touch we could into whatever time we had left, an invisible clock always ticking in the background. There’s no clock anymore, no deadline. It’s just us.

“It’s not the only thing,” I murmur, bumping our noses and resting my forehead against his. “I love your confidence and your sense of humor. I love that you can be sweet and blunt at the same time. I love the way you touch me, and that youseeme like no one else ever has.”

Caspian’s eyes burn into mine and his breath catches, his chest stilling.

“Don’t tease me, Nols,” he says lightly but there’s an edge of neediness in his voice. “Say it so I can tell you I feel the same way.”

A laugh catches in my throat. “I love you, Caspian.”

He exhales in a rush and slams his lips into mine again, urgent, fierce, and dizzying.

“I love you, Nolan. Everything about you. Always,” he declares between kisses, and I shiver happily beneath him.

“Always,” I agree.

And then everything is a frenzied blur of hands and lips and hot, bare skin. I pant and groan into his mouth as he works two slicked fingers inside me, doing my best to muffle the sounds just in case Slater can hear us. I cant my hips, taking him deeper, getting drunk on the way his knuckles catch on my rim with every new thrust, and the crook of his fingers glancing over my prostate.

“I need you,” I whimper, digging my fingers into his shoulders and sucking a bruise onto his collarbone. “Please, fuck me.”

Caspian groans and fucks me harder with his fingers for a few more strokes before slowly easing them out. He doesn’t bother with a condom. We went to the clinic weeks ago to get tested. That probably should have been a sign that this was starting to get serious, I just wasn’t ready to see it yet. But I’m ready now. I’m ready for all of it, a future full of ups and downs, triumphs and defeats, as long as he’s by my side.

He grabs my hips and repositions me, his thick cockhead nudging at my soft, slippery hole. I moan and relax as he fills me, making my toes curl and my balls tighten. The grunt that vibrates in his chest when he bottoms out is almost enough to do me in on its own. I’m expecting a frantic rut like usual, but just like with the kisses, there’s something less hurried about it this time.

Caspian rocks into me, both of us panting and biting our lips against the needy sounds that threaten to spill out. We find a steady rhythm, like the waves lapping at the beach, and a slow burn of pleasure starts to coil low in my gut.

“Cas,” I whimper, digging my fingers harder into his shoulders.

Our noses bump again, our lips parted, sharing air, feeling the soft vibrations of every stifled sound either of us chokes back.

“I love you, Nols. I love you. I love you.” He whispers it over and over like he can’t stop saying it, just like he couldn’t stop touching me earlier. He has this unassuming way of making me feel wanted and needed like no one else ever has, and I’m going to spend the rest of my life making him feel the same way.

“Love you,” I choke out, the pleasure building as my balls constrict and my cock drools an endless stream of precum against his skin.

A shudder racks my body, and then, without warning, I’m coming. I cry out and Caspian catches the sound with his lips, swallowing it down before it can get any farther than the air between us. My cock pulses and my hole flutters and constricts around him. He groans into my mouth and crushes himself closer, thrusting deep and trembling as he follows me over the edge. Just like the way he fucked me, our orgasms are slow and leisurely, going on and on as we rock against each other, kissing and gasping, panting unintelligible words and riding out every shivery aftershock.

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