Page 63 of Resting Beach Face
“Show me,” he said into my ear, making me shudder.
I felt his gaze burning down my exposed chest, over my twitching abs, to where my cock begged for release.
I tugged it out of my briefs, hissing as cold air met the moist tip. “What should I…”
“Just do whatever you’d do if you were alone. I want to see what you like.”
I licked my dry lips. “This may not last long.”
“There’s no timer running,” Declan said, sounding amused. “No one’s scoring you, Cash. Just do what you like. That’s what I want.”
Well, that was easy enough. I stroked my cock from root to head a couple of times, lifting my free hand to tweak my right nipple.
A small sound escaped me as pleasure ping-ponged between my dick and my nipple.
“You like that, huh?” Declan said. “Do it again, harder.”
“Fuck,” I whispered, obeying instantly as my blood burned hotter.
Declan’s hands moved into my hair, combing through it, tugging a little, adding fuel to my fire. He wasn’t touching me the way a typical lover might, but he was here with me. He wanted this too.
My pleasure was building too quickly. I eased off my stroking, dipping my hand down to roll my balls and tug at the sac.
“Are you still watching?” I asked, needing to know we were in this together.
“Yes, Cash. I see you.”
I glanced over my shoulder—needing to see him watching me. Our eyes met and held.
My hand sped up on my cock again as I bit my lower lip with a muffled groan.
Declan used his thumb to tug my lip free of my teeth, then caressed my mouth. “Let me hear you.”
The salt of his skin touched my tongue, and my climax slammed into me. I arched, giving a strangled cry, as my cock erupted in my hand.
Declan brought his mouth down on mine, kissing my trembling lips, his taste and scent adding to the overwhelming pleasure crashing over me.
It took me a few minutes for my brain to start firing on all cylinders. Declan ended the kiss but continued to run his fingers through my hair, soothing me as I came down from my orgasm high.
“Do you…” I half turned toward him. “I could do something for you, too.”
“You already have,” he said, fingers dipping down to stroke along my jaw. “This is exactly what I wanted.”
He touched me so gently, tracing his fingers over my eyebrows, down the bridge of my nose, and finally over my lips again. Somehow, those soft touches were more intimate than the kiss we’d shared while I was coming.
I kissed his fingertips, reveling in the closeness between us. His gaze met mine, full of a warmth I thought I’d never see there. Declan felt our connection, too.
“Let’s go over to the house,” he said, his voice husky. “You can clean up before you go home.”
I glanced toward the wall I’d been sanding. I tried to muster up the energy to go back to work, but my limbs were heavy and slow to respond.
“You’ve done enough work for tonight,” he said. “I’ll be here to help more tomorrow, too. I don’t want you killing yourself to get this done.”
I grabbed my T-shirt and wiped my hand clean. “I made a promise, Dec. I plan to keep it.”
He rounded the chair, giving me a hand up. “I know you’ll keep it. You don’t have anything to prove.”
Declan picked up our discarded dinner plates. I grabbed our beer bottles—mine nearly empty, and Declan’s nearly full—and followed him to the door.
