Page 41 of Riding the Tide

By the time they left the boat, Blair’s body would be covered with Marcus’ love bites. He tweaked the other nipple, rolling both the nubs between his fingers then pulling gently. A long rush of syllables passed Blair’s lips then he laid his head back, letting it rest against Marcus’ shoulder. Blair’s hair smelled of the ocean and sunlight.

He buried his nose in the long tresses and sniffed, drawing the scent deep within him. He peeked at the mirror through the wavy, blond cascade, keeping his eyes on Blair’s reflection as he toyed with Blair’s nipples. Blair’s swim trunks were tented, his hips rolling in time with the pulls on his nipples.

Marcus watched the two of them move together in perfect rhythm. Blair panted, his hands fisted by his legs. Gorgeous. Simply gorgeous. He stopped teasing one of Blair’s nipples and sank his hand into Blair’s hair.

He jerked Blair’s head back and took Blair’s mouth in a kiss that was full of teeth and tongue, pent-up passion and need. There was nothing gentle about it. It was an act of dominance, pure and simple. When Blair moaned so sweetly in submission, Marcus released him and licked up his neck then nibbled that perfectly round ear of Blair’s.

“Beautiful,” he whispered.

He released Blair’s hair and scraped his nails gently down Blair’s torso until he paused, his hands back on the top of Blair’s swim trunks. Blair sucked his stomach in, an open invitation to explore. Delighted, Marcus reached inside and wrapped his hand around Blair’s steel hard-on.

He stroked lightly, and Blair squirmed, moaning quietly. Marcus kept his touch easy—teasing. As good as it felt, he knew it wasn’t enough to make Blair come. He thrust his hips, knowing Blair could feel his erection poking him in the back.

“Take them off. I want to see you.”

Blair’s breath hitched as he rested his hands on the top of his swimming trunks. Keeping eye contact with Marcus in the mirror, Blair slid the trunks down his thighs then kicked them out of the way.

Slowly Marcus removed his hand from Blair’s hard cock. It stood proudly, angling slightly to the left and reaching toward his belly button. Now Marcus was the one having trouble breathing. Blair’s lean muscles and golden skin could tempt a saint, which he certainly was not.

Smooth, lean muscles begged to be touched. Blair’s chest was hairless but there was a faint sign of a blond treasure trail leading down to a flawlessly formed cock and balls—a perfect handful. What little hair Blair had was neatly trimmed. He wrapped his hand back around that sweet, tempting cock and stroked until Blair trembled.

A light sheen of sweat covered Blair’s body, and his prick was swollen, an angry red. It leaked like a sieve. Up and down Marcus moved his hand, going from root to tip. Precum dripped steadily, and Blair’s breathing was hard and fast. Little moans, slight puffs of breaths, broke from his lips.

“Not going to last long,” Blair warned, gasping.

Seeing how close Blair was to losing control, Marcus stopped.

Blair shuddered as he helplessly tried to fuck Marcus’ hand. “God, don’t leave me hanging.”

“Shhh. I won’t, but I don’t want you to come yet.” Marcus ran his finger across the top of Blair’s dick.

“If you keep that up I’m going to.”

“Then maybe we need to move on to something else, hmm?”

“God, yes.”

Marcus unbuttoned and kicked off the borrowed pair of shorts. His damn cock needed some breathing room, too. Marcus stepped in front of Blair and Blair reached for him. What a temptation Blair presented. His eyes were heavy lidded, his chest rising and falling rapidly.

Marcus bent down and licked a hard nipple. Quiet whimpers escaped Blair. Unable to resist more of those sexy sounds, Marcus sucked the skin, leaving another mark as he tweaked the neglected nipple. He lifted his head and admired his handiwork.

“I want to taste you,” Blair moaned.

“Yeah, I want to feel your lips on my cock. Just don’t make me come.”

Blair dropped to his knees. Marcus stared in the mirror, admiring Blair’s reflection. What an ass—tight as a drum and muscular. He couldn’t wait to get his hands on it. He ran his hand through Blair’s hair, and the sound of a throat clearing got his attention.

He dragged his eyes away from the mirror and looked down at Blair. Blair let the tip of Marcus’ cock brush across his lips. Marcus grunted. He was desperate to get his cock into Blair’s mouth but refused to rush him.

Blair played as he held Marcus’ cock gently, the licks slowly driving Marcus insane. He tightened his hand in Blair’s hair and thrust gently. His eyes crossed when Blair swallowed him down as if his life depended on it.

Marcus threw his head back and spread his legs to steady himself. That hot, moist mouth of Blair’s was the proverbial heaven on earth. Gently he thrust, filling Blair’s mouth. Blair rubbed his tongue across the head of Marcus’ cock then traced the vein that ran down the shaft.

“Mmm, so good.” Marcus threaded both hands through Blair’s hair. “Let me see those eyes.”

Marcus’ heart nearly stopped beating when Blair turned those sexy eyes up at him. Blair bobbed up and down the cock tirelessly, sucking hard. He growled when Blair eased his cockhead into his throat and swallowed. His body jerked, and he tightened his hands in Blair’s hair as he fucked his throat. The feeling quickly left him dangling on the edge.

He slowed down even though he wished the moment could go on forever. “Stop.”

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