Page 15 of Beneath the Surface

“It’s been a couple hours since we ate breakfast. While I run back to the resort, how would you feel about whipping us up something quick and light to eat?”

“I can do that.”

“We can eat, relax, and just talk. Kind of let things cool off. How does that sound?”

“That sounds perfect.” Well it would, if Nisha actually came back. Had he chased the other man off acting like an untried virgin? So much for being cool and suave. He got out of the golf cart and stood by the driver’s door, fighting to keep the defeated look off his face as Nisha approached him. He was such an idiot. “Okay, I—oomph!”

Kannon yelped as Nisha backed him against the golf cart. He slid one hand behind Kannon’s neck, and his other hand came to rest on the small of his back. Wide-eyed, he stared as Nisha boxed him in. Of their own accord, his arms came to rest around Nisha’s waist. Nisha tugged him even closer.

“I will be back.”

“H-h-how did you know what I—”

“It was as clear as the cute little freckles on your face. Iwillbe back. Understand?”

“I… yes.”

Nisha slipped one leg in between his and gently urged him to widen his stance. He hadn’t noticed before now, but he was an inch or two taller than Nisha. Not that it seemed to matter. He might be taller, and a bit more bulky, but he was most definitely not the one in control.

Nisha leaned closer and let his lips gently brush against Kannon’s. The whisper-light touch sent tingles through Kannon’s body. He wanted more, but something told him not to try to take control. So he waited… and wanted. Oh, how he did want.

“Very good,” Nisha purred.

Nisha nipped at his lips, and he eagerly opened up. The kiss was sweet, slow, and sexy. Nisha’s mouth moved against his in a dance that excited him. Still letting Nisha lead, he waited. Eventually Nisha’s tongue slipped inside and slowly explored him. He moaned, urgent. Restless.

There was a hint of power, of restraint, that lurked just outside the bounds of the soft, sweet kiss. Kannon whined pitifully. The kiss was beautifully tempting, but he wanted that edge of danger he could feel Nisha holding back. He moved impatiently against Nisha.More. Please, more.

Nisha stopped the kiss, but didn’t pull back. Instead he spoke against Kannon’s lips. “Want more?”

“Desperat—”

Nisha grabbed his ponytail and jerked his head back, and Kannon’s mouth fell open. He groaned, delighted. This,thiswas what he wanted. Nisha’s mouth slanted over his again and again… demanding, taking.

Helpless to do more than to hold onto Nisha, Kannon stood in Nisha’s arms. The kiss was hot, demanding, and everything he ever dreamed of. He’d had other kisses before, but none like these. None were as overwhelming as this one. It wrecked him.

Nisha’s mouth moved to his ear, and he blew gently. Kannon shivered again as Nisha’s hot breath feathered across the sensitive skin. His cock throbbed, and he panted helplessly as Nisha trailed wet kisses across his jaw and down his neck. Kannon rubbed his stiff cock against Nisha’s.

“I will come back to you. I willalwayscome back to you,” Nisha whispered as his hand dropped down and clutched Kannon’s ass.

Somewhere in the back of Kannon’s mind, a warning bell went off. He wasn’t sure why, but for some reason those words seemed like a threat. Maybe not a threat, but more of a promise—with teeth. Nisha let go of Kannon’s hair, and Kannon rested his forehead against Nisha’s. Both of them stayed there, together, inches apart, panting heavily.

“So much for letting things cool off,” Nisha’s voice wavered.

“Yeah, that didn’t work so well did it?” Kannon heard the slight quiver in Nisha’s voice. The kiss had affected him as much as it had Kannon.

“I better go. Hopefully the ride to the resort will help get rid of my, um…” He glanced down. “My problem.”

Kannon stepped back and gently rearranged his aching cock. He admired Nisha’s bulge. “While you’re at the resort, why not get your swimming trunks? This bungalow has an infinity pool.”

Nisha stepped into the golf cart but stopped and turned to look at Kannon. “You sure?”

“I, um, I’m not sure I’m ready for the ocean, but I have no trouble with pools.”

Nisha sat down in the golf cart. “We can do that. But will you at least think about going into the ocean?”

“I might. Maybe. I might go as far out as my knees. Maybe.”

“Okay.” Nisha turned the key and started the golf cart. “I really would like to go swimming in the ocean with you. I’ll grab my swim trunks while I’m at the resort. Maybe a change of clothes too?”

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