Page 34 of Past Lovers

“Same,” Adam said.

After meeting Gillam’s friend and getting a drink and something to eat, they leaned on the deck’s railing, watching the ocean’s ebb and flow. The wind washed over them, pushing their hair back.

“I forgot how gorgeous it was here,” Adam said.

The moon and stars were beginning to show, the sun not completely set. There was a feeling of yin and yang in that moment, the day raging against the coming night. It was a good representation of his own life and the changes that were coming fast and furious.

He had left one fiery, emotional relationship—one that had left him burned—and led into another one, a man who had filled his dreams many a night. There was a calmness to the dark, the same calmness he’d felt in Adam’s bed.

Clay had let his mind wander during their five-hour journey, and he knew he was done denying what he wanted. Done denying who he was.

He was a man who loved another man. And he’d feel no shame in that.

Not when that man was Adam.

He turned to his lover. “Ever have sex on the beach?”

“The drink, or the actual sex?” Adam asked before taking a sip from the glass of wine Antonio had given him.

“The latter,” Clay whispered.

Adam grinned. “No.”

“Time to mark it off your bucket list,” Clay said, threading one hand through Adam’s.

Adam left his drink on the railing and followed Clay out to the water’s edge.

Clay found a seat, just at the edge of the surf, and drew Adam down into his lap. He wrapped his arms about Adam, and they watched the sun disappearing along the horizon.

As the moon and stars took control, Clay pressed his lips to Adam’s neck. “I love you.”

Adam tilted his head to the side and snuggled closer. Silent.

Clay closed his eyes. He knew he couldn’t force the words, and shouldn’t keep expecting them back…

“I love you, too.”

Clay’s chest clenched. He turned Adam’s head so they could share another kiss. Desperation filled him… he needed that shared intimacy it didn’t feel like he’d have enough of.

They peeled their clothing off under the moon’s glow. He knew they could only go but so far outside… and without lube… so he trailed down Adam’s body, leaving kisses in his wake. He took his lover’s cock into his mouth, sliding as far back as he could and taking as much of Adam as he could.

Adam gasped, the sound barely heard over the surf, but Clay could feel the rumble of need against his tongue easily.

Without warning, Adam spun, until he was facing Clay’s cock. Clay growled as Adam took the head between his warm lips. They lay across the sand, suckling one another, pushing themselves higher.

Clay could feel the orgasm building. He didn’t fight it… he didn’t want to. He also felt the same building tension in Adam’s body. They both closed in on the edge, together.

When Adam’s hips quickened and he began to quake, Clay sucked harder, wanting to draw Adam’s orgasm from him. A cry sounded over the crashing waves seconds before a thick blast of salty cum hit the back of his throat. Clay suckled Adam deeper, milking every drop as he felt his own orgasm ready to hit.

And then Adam pinched the base of his cock and balls, robbing him of his release.

“Oh fuck,” Clay cried. “Why?”

“I’m not done with you yet,” Adam said, rolling Clay to his back.

Adam straddled Clay, rolling his hips to rub their cocks along one another.

“We don’t have lube,” Clay said.

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