Page 46 of The Forbidden Summer
The hand at my back dips lower, fingertips pressing just above my waistband, and my whole body tightens. I slide my fingers along the side of his face, over his jaw, down his throat. His pulse jumps under my touch.
Van pulls his mouth from mine, just for a second, his lips brushing against my cheek as he exhales. “You’re gonna kill me.”
Not if I die first.But I smile, dragging my mouth down the side of his neck, slow enough to make him squirm. “Not planning on it,” I murmur. “Just soft torture.”
He laughs, a breathy sound that turns into a sigh when I let my hands roam, mapping the curve of his ribs, the line of his waist. His hips shift under me, his breath growing heavier, eyes dark with heat.
The world fades. No lake, no dock, just skin and sunlight and the way he says my name like it’s the only word he knows.
“Père,” he whispers, fingers curling into my back. “Don’t stop.”
Not a chance of that happening.
His hands slide beneath the hem of my shirt again, this time with more urgency, and I let him lift it over my head. The air hits my skin, warm from the sun and even warmer from the heat radiating between us. Van runs his palms across my chest, slow and reverent, like he’s trying to memorize the way I feel.
I lean down and kiss him again, deeper this time, pouring everything I’ve been holding back into it—every glance, every almost, every second I’ve wanted this and told myself I couldn’t.
I have years to make up for.
His legs move under mine, opening just enough to draw me in. Our hips press together, and we both gasp at the contact that feels raw, electric, and grounding. His fingers dig into my back, anchoring me, and I press into him like I want to live in the space between our bodies.
Van’s lips find my jaw, then my ear, then lower. Every kissleaves a trail of fire, every breath he takes against my skin sends another wave crashing through me.
“I’ve wanted this,” he says again, voice rougher now, “wantedyou—like this.”
I press my forehead to his. “You have me,” I whisper. “You always have.”
His hands slide down to my waist, and he tugs at my belt, slow, asking without asking. I nod, no hesitation left in me now.
Clothes come off in pieces, carefully, teasing. The sun beams down. The dock creaks beneath us, and the lake laps gently against the wood, but all I feel is him. His skin against mine, the heat of him, the way he holds my gaze like I’m something precious.
He pulls me down again, mouths me slow and deep, and it’s like the world falls away entirely.
No past. No fear. Just this.
Just him.
My precious boy in my arms, sunbaked and bare, wanting me back.
Van thrusts against me, his dick hard and aching, like mine. Spitting in my hand, I reach between us and grip us both in my fist. With long, slow strokes, I drive Van wild, his eyes rolling back in his head before closing altogether.
The little mewling sounds he makes against my mouth, my neck, fan the flames burning in my stomach.
“More, Cap,” he begs, moving his hips faster. Van’s practically fucking my fist and I’m ready to blow from the surrealness of this moment.
When he finally crests, he cries my name before going limp in my arms, a rush of hot cum flooding my fist. I spread his cumdown my shaft and slide against his still-hard dick, looking over his blissed out face as I fall over the edge with him.
“Love you, Van baby,” I rasp hoarsely against his lips before taking possession of his mouth. He kisses me back with all the love and desire pent up in his body and heart.
“Love you too, Père.”
Van sighs and closes his eyes again. He doesn’t complain about my weight on him or the sticky mess between us, just savors the moment, holding onto it for dear life, like I am.
Eventually, I roll off him, the wood of the dock cool against my back as I catch my breath. For a long second, neither of us says anything, just the sound of the lake lapping at the posts beneath us, our hearts slowly returning to earth.
The sun is lower now, golden and soft, painting everything in amber light. I turn my head and look at him. Van’s eyes are closed, lips parted just slightly, like he’s still floating somewhere between here and whatever place we just took each other to.
I push to my feet, muscles warm and loose, and reach down toward him.
