Page 6 of Only One Beach House

Another kiss. I grab fistfuls of the bedsheets in both hands.

“You idolized me?” I echo, my head getting foggier with every inch higher he drags his lips, taking his time with the impossibly slow ascent. Another dribble of precum pearls on my slit and rolls down my shaft towards his mouth. He catches it with histongue and his eyes roll back like he’s never tasted anything better in his life.

“Can you blame me?” His voice is gruff with need, giving away his impatience with his own teasing game. “You were the only out gay guy I knew. You were confident and cool, like it didn’t matter what anyone else thought of you. You were a talented artist with the most contagious smile I’ve ever seen. Like fucking sunshine, man. I’ve never forgotten it.”

My breath catches, and a different kind of heat rocks me. I gape at Caspian, trying to reconcile my view of myself as an awkward teen faking my way through it all with his vision of me. It’s sosweet, and it makes me feel a little bit like a fraud. I’d love to be that person he just described.

Before I can dwell on any of that too long, his lips press against the sensitive V on the underside of my cockhead, and I let out a ragged shout. I untangle one of my hands from the sheets and thread my fingers through his hair, humping my cock against his soft, barely parted lips.

“Please, Cas.”

He rumbles a moan, then drags the flat of his tongue over my pulsing crown, lapping at the precum drooling from my slit. I make a strangled sound and jerk my hips again, bumping his lips and thrusting against his tongue. He grins, and then, instead of taking my cock into his mouth, he slides both his hands under my ass cheeks and hitches me higher, burying his face in my crease.

This time he doesn’t tease though. He drags his tongue over my puckered hole and groans with satisfaction. I gasp, and my hole flutters against his tongue, wanting to soften eagerly and clench impatiently at the same time. He licks me again, longer and deeper, making hungry noises that vibrate along my rim with every greedy lap.

“Caspian,” I pant his name, tugging on his hair and canting my hips to ride the thrust of his tongue as he works it inside of me.

CASPIAN

If pure fucking bliss had a taste, it would be this. I fuck my tongue in and out of Nolan’s hole, feeling it loosen little by little. The salty flavor of his precum mixes with the musky, addictive taste of his hole and makes my mouth water. His thighs tremble and quake, tightening around my head every time he thrusts and grinds, desperately riding my face as best as he can in this position. Every one of his moans and whimpers goes straight to my cock and drives me out of my fucking mind.

I drag my index finger through the spit-slicked crease between his ass cheeks, and he chokes out a wail, jolting and gasping before I even reach his hole with it.

If he’s this wild for my tongue and fingers, I can only imagine how greedy he’s going to be when he’s riding my cock. Heat clenches in the pit of my stomach and I let out a moan of my own, the sound rumbling against his hole as I ease my tongue out and replace it with my finger.

His tight muscles clench around me, then relax, tugging my finger deeper into the heat of his body.

“More,” he moans.

I work my finger in and out a few times, sucking his taut sac between my lips and tonguing along the seam while his hole flutters and his hips snap impatiently.

“Okay, hold on.” I ease my finger out and he gasps indignantly.

It’s harder to extricate myself from him than I want it to be, and not just because he tightens his thighs around my head in an attempt to keep me from getting away. We’re not even done yet and I already know I want more. I want to get to know Nolan ina real way. I want to hear what his voice sounds like when he’s drowsy first thing in the morning and I want to talk about all of his hopes and dreams. I want to kiss him until I’ve memorized every shape his lips can make and pound him into the mattress until there’s a permanent imprint of our bodies there.

Rifling through my bag for the condoms and lube gives me a few seconds to clear my head and take a deep breath. I have no clue how Nolan sees any of this. He’s obviously dealing with a lot of shit right now, and for all I know this is just a one-time distraction. We can figure that out later, but right now I want to enjoy this moment, just in case it’s the only one I get.

With supplies in hand, I turn back to the bed. He’s shifted up to lay his head on the pillows and is watching me through heavy eyelids, the flush on his face extending down his throat and over his chest. I tear the condom open with my teeth and roll it down my shaft, then climb back onto the bed with the bottle of lube in hand.

He grins as I crawl up his body, peppering random patches of his skin with brief kisses along the way. When I reach his mouth, I claim it in a slow kiss this time. I’m hovering over him just enough that our cocks barely graze each other, heat radiating between us, threatening to spark all over again the second we let it. I sip at his lips, our tongues dancing without really touching. Just like our bodies, our mouths find a syrupy slow pace that makes my chest tight with a different kind of need.

I break the kiss with a shuddering inhale and sit back on my heels so I can slick my fingers and cock with lube. When I’m done, I toss the bottle aside and brace my dry hand on the pillow, finding his quivering, spit-drenched hole with the other.

I sink two fingers inside of him and swallow his moan with a ravenous kiss, bringing our bodies fully into contact again. Our muffled grunts and groans fill the room, along with the filthy, wet sound of my fingers fucking his hole. His rim softens andhe thrusts his cock against my sheathed erection, wrapping his legs around my hips and digging his fingers into my shoulders. I crook my fingers to find his spot, and his whole body jerks like he’s been electrocuted. Our kisses become more frantic, heat building in my gut and urgency tightening my balls.

“Fuck me, Caspian. Absolutely wreck me,” he begs between kisses.

I groan and ease my fingers out. He reaches between us impatiently, grasping the base of my throbbing cock, lining it up with his hole, and impaling himself with a bone-deep moan that rocks through me like an earthquake. I jackknife my hips forward, filling him to the hilt in a single thrust.

Our mouths bump with not-quite-kisses, sharing the same air, our foreheads and noses connecting with every deep thrust that jars our bodies. The bed creaks and the slap of our skin joins the raw, breathy sounds that fill the air around us. Nolan paws at me like he can’t decide where to touch, but returns his hands to my shoulders over and over, hanging on tight as I fuck him hard and deep, hitting his prostate over and over with every pass.

Babbled words and half-bitten murmurs of each other’s names fall from our lips as I fuck him faster, more desperately, like both our lives fucking depend on it.

“I’m coming. Oh my god, Caspian, I’m—”

He arches up against me, and hot ropes of his cum spurt from his cock without warning, painting our bellies with his release. His inner muscles clench tight around my cock, pulsing, gripping, milking the building pleasure straight from my balls.

I bury my tongue in his mouth and my cock deep in his ass, gasping and grunting as I grind my way through the waves of an orgasm that feels like it goes on and on andon.

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