Page 39 of Tropical Heat

She squeezed my hand and laughed. “It's funny, I almost didn't marry him. He was a handsome young man, and such a smooth talker. Could have charmed the Devil himself. The way he made me feel when we went out together, like I was the only woman in the world, you know what I mean?”

“When he proposed, I said no the first time. All I could think about was how my heart would break if something ever happened to him. But 60 years later, looking back at the life we built together and the happiness we shared, I feel foolish that I almost let fear stand in the way of all of it.”

Her words made me see how nearsighted I had been. I'd spent so much time focusing on all the terrible things that could happen, I’d never considered the lifetime of happiness love could bring.

I left work convinced of what I needed to do. Call Zack and Dante, ask them to meet me at Gabby's, and then beg them to forgive me for the horrible way I had treated them. But I had spent the last twelve hours treating the sick and injured. I needed to get out of my scrubs and shower first.

As I raced north to the motel, I noticed I had missed a call from my Realtor. I hit the play button on the steering wheel.

Hello Dr. Lewis, this is Phyllis at Suncoast Realty. When I showed you the house on Islamorada, you indicated the long commute was a concern. So, I called a couple of former clients with property on Turtle Key and found a gentleman who has a spare room he would consider renting to the right person. I know from past experience he is very particular about who he rents to, but I am sure he will have no problems when he finds out you are a successful doctor. I know you had your heart set on having your own house or at least an apartment, but rent would include full use of the kitchen and communal areas. Also, it is close to the water…

When I heard the address, I yanked the steering wheel to the left, made a U-turn, and headed south. Because when the universe sends you a message, it doesn't matter what you're wearing or that your hair is a mess.

Twenty-Two

Zak

I stared across the bed at the gorgeous man sleeping next to me. The coming Saturday was our one-month anniversary, but we would be working all weekend. With Thursday an off day for both of us, I planned to make it special.

Pulling back the sheet, I admired the thick cock resting against his muscular thigh. I had learned a lot since the first time Dante and I were together. Like the way he preferred to be woken up.

I knelt next to him and licked his heavy balls. His shaft stirred and brushed against my cheek. Moving my way up its length, I languidly traced every vein, relishing the feel of each contour against my tongue. When I reached the tip, his eyes fluttered, and he stroked my hair. “You do that so well.”

I smiled and opened wide. The feel of him growing hard in my mouth had quickly become one of my most favored sensations. Once I had him fully erect, I ran my tongue around his swollen head, which had turned a beautiful shade of deep purple. Inch by inch, I worked my way down until I felt him at the back of my mouth.

“You’re doing such a great job.” His praise made me warm all over. Eager for more, I swallowed until he was sheathed in my throat. With a hand, I massaged his tight balls.

“So fucking good,” he groaned. I didn’t care that I was already gagging. Wanting him to be proud of me, I refused to stop. Nothing mattered except his praise. I took another half inch and swirled my tongue.

It wasn’t until I felt his fingers dig into a shoulder and he told me to stop that I came up for air. I studied his face, wondering if I had done something wrong. He reassuringly brushed my cheek. “It felt amazing. Too amazing. If you had kept it up, I would have come.”

“Then why did you make me stop?”

“I think you know the answer.” His eyes went dark. “Now be a good boy and get on your hands and knees.” I could feel my cock leaking precum as I obediently did as told. Making love face to face is always nice. It allows us to look each other in the eyes, kiss, and touch. But the animalistic nature of being taken from behind really gets my juices flowing.

My no longer virgin hole did not need as much foreplay as Dante had provided our first time together. But like a needy slut, I gratefully accepted everything he wanted to give me. Tongue. Fingers. And eventually his cock

When he breached my tight ring, I gave out a long satisfied sigh, welcoming him into my warmth. It was almost scary how quickly I had become addicted to his cock. I wanted everything it offered—the way it stretched my ass wide; the feeling of fullness it provided; how it made me writhe with desperate need as it moved over my prostate.

But it was Dante’s words—telling me how tight my ass was; how well I took every inch of him; even sometimes calling me his good boy—that I craved more than anything. I was drunk on praise and lust. Precum dripped from my tip as he drove his hips hard against my ass.

“Close,” I whimpered. “So close.” He grabbed me by my hair and pulled until my back arched. Not to cause me pain, but so that I could take him deeper and get the full pleasure of his cock. Then he reached around and wrapped my rigid length in his massive paw. The rapid movements of his fist mirroring those of his thrusting hips. My sphincter clamped around him as I convulsed.

He moved his hands, now covered in my hot cum, to grip me by the hips. My dick continued to twitch as aftershocks racked my body. I wondered if it was similar to what women experience when they have multiple orgasms, but I did not have long to think about it.

Dante had resumed pounding me hard; the air heavy with groans and grunts, as he pursued his own release. When he was in a dominant mood such as he was then, he liked to pull out at the last second and spray his cum across my back. He said it was his way of reminding me I belonged to him. I usually enjoyed it.

But in that moment, I had an overwhelming need to feel his warmth coat my walls. I begged him to come inside me. Seconds later, he granted my request. He shuddered one last time before collapsing on top of me. I was slick with his cum and, as his penis softened, it eventually slipped out.

He rolled out of bed and disappeared into the ensuite. When he came back, he had a warm washcloth, which he used to clean us both. Satisfied he had not missed a spot, he tossed the cloth into a corner. “I wasn’t too rough, was I?”

“Not at all. It was exactly what I needed to get the day started. How would you like to spend the rest of it?”

“I would be happy to stay in bed with you until we have to go to work tomorrow.”

“That is a lovely idea, but what would we do for sustenance?”

“Now that you mention it, I did work up an appetite.”

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