Page 67 of Waiting for a Prince
Sam glanced along the shoreline. Granted, the nearest people were quite a distance from them, but still…
“Have you never wanted to fuck outside?”
Sam stared at him. “There’s fucking outside where no one can see you, and then there’s public sex—for which you can get arrested.”
Mark rolled his eyes. “I was walking along Whale Chine beach once, and there was a straight couple on a towel, going for it. And that was a damn sight more public than whereweare right now.” He gave a sexy pout. “Aw, come on. I’ve always wanted to do this.”
Judging by Sam’s pounding heart, he wasn’t the only one.
He made one last attempt at practicality. “We don’t have condoms or lube.”
Mark grinned. “Oh yes we do. I packed them.”
Sam narrowed his gaze. “You planned this.”
Another eye roll. “Duh. Just think of it as another first—for both of us.” His eyes gleamed. “And don’t even think about telling me you’re not interested becausethatdoesn’t lie.” He pointed at Sam’s crotch.
Sam’s dick jutted out, stiff as a flagpole.
He glanced at it. “Traitor.” Then he gave up. “How do you want me?”
“On all fours. You can face the car park, if you want to keep an eye out for anyone heading our way.”
Sam kissed him, a fervent locking of lips. “As long as you make it short and sweet. Not like last night.” Which seemed to have gone on forhours.
“Then stop wasting time talking and assume the position.”
Sam got on all fours, facing out to sea. He gasped when something cool was swiped over his hole. “What was that?”
“Wet wipe. In case of sand.”
There followed a familiarsnick, and Sam stifled his moan when Mark eased a slick finger into him.
“I won’t need much prep, not after the shower fuck this morning.” He bowed his head when Mark added another finger. “OMG, that always feels so good.” He impaled himself on Mark’s fingers, keeping a watchful eye on the beach.
So far so good.
Mark removed his fingers, dug them into Sam’s hips, then slid into him with one long thrust.
“Oh God.” Sam tugged on his dick, pre-come dripping onto the towel.
“You feel so good on my cock,” Mark gasped.
Sam wasn’t sure whether it was the way Mark’s shaft nudged his prostate, or the fact Sam was so keyed up by the prospect of being caught, but whatever the reason, he lasted for precisely five thrusts of Mark’s cock before coming all over the beachtowel with a hoarse cry, Mark succumbing to his own orgasm not long after Sam.
“We aresodoing this again,” Mark groaned as he nuzzled Sam’s neck, his dick still throbbing inside Sam.
Sam chuckled. “Yes, we are.”
For as many times as we can manage without getting caught.
As far as Mark was concerned, the last two days had been a slice of heaven. Walking with Sam, soaking up the last of the sun’s warmth while they could because Autumn was surely hovering around the corner. Dinner at a pub on Shanklin esplanade, watching the sun set.
Those were the Safe For Work events. The rest of the two days had been spent making love. Slow, sweet lovemaking that lasted well into the early hours of Monday. A lightning-quick fuck in the shower that had Mark convinced his neighbours were about to bang on the walls—Mark had been a little loud in his enjoyment of Sam’s body, and their orgasms had been nothing short of explosive.
And as for what happened on Yaverland beach…
What he liked most?
