Page 6 of The Man on the Beach
Adam reached up, wrapped a hand around Nathan’s neck, and pulled him down for a kiss. Their mouths slotted together again. His other hand wrapped around Nathan’s lower back.
Nathan pulled on Adam’s cock gently while he considered his options. He envisioned riding Adam’s cock here on the sofa, just like this. He’d be wanton, ass spread open by Adam’s hands, his head thrown back. Or Adam could fuck him hard over the kitchen table, Nathan bent over and held down while Adam pounded him. He wanted that, badly. Nathan hadn’t ever been penetrated. Not because he didn’t want it. He’d never dared to ask for it, and no one had ever asked him. He still didn’t have the courage. Not yet.
Nathan pulled back from the kiss and looked at Adam. Adam’s face was flushed, and his eyes were hazy. Nathan felt his confidence boost.
“I’m not going to be as good with my mouth as you were,” Nathan confessed. “I don’t have a lot of practice.”
“We can just kiss.” Adam’s voice was intimate. He pulled gently on Nathan’s neck, pulling him closer again. Nathan resisted.
“Do you not want me to?” Nathan asked. He felt a little hurt. Just because he wasn’t good at it didn’t mean he wouldn’t try. Adam’s hazy look became more focused.
“No, that’s not what I meant. No pressure. Whatever you want.” Nathan’s trepidation eased.
“I want to,” Nathan said. He extracted himself from Adam’s arms and lowered himself to the floor. He fitted himself between Adam’s knees.
With Adam’s cock at eye level, Nathan got the chance to appreciate it fully. He knew immediately it would be far too big to cover with his mouth. He wondered if he would feel impaled if Adam fucked him over that table. He shook himself. He needed to focus.
He took the TIP into his mouth first and licked at the underside of the head. He sucked gently and tasted the salt of Adam’s fluid. He felt Adam’s hands, one cupped his jaw and the other wrapped around the back of his neck. He envisioned Adam fucking his mouth, forcing his head down onto length until he choked. He wondered how far down his throat the cock would reach.
Nathan wrapped a hand around the base. He let his mouth slide up and down, his grip on Adam’s cock following the motion.
“Oh fuck, that’s perfect,” Adam groaned. His knees fell wider, and his head fell back on the sofa. Nathan felt his saliva spreading down Adam’s cock. His grip became slick with spit, and it slid effortlessly up and down with his lips.
Adam’s fingernails were digging into the back of Nathan’s neck. His breath was ragged. Nathan felt a surge of confidence. Adam sounded wrecked, and it was because of him. Maybe he was better at this than he thought.
Adam’s gasping became more frantic. He choked out a warning, but Nathan didn’t pull off. He heard Adam shout, and his mouth flooded with salty fluid. He swallowed several times as Adam gasped for air.
Nathan pulled off and looked up at Adam’s flushed face. They made eye contact, and Adam gave him a half-smile as he continued to catch his breath.
“I’m going to…” Nathan didn’t finish, but he stood up and went to the kitchen sink. He wiped his mouth and rinsed his hands.
“Do you want a towel?” His voice carried over to the sofa. Adam didn’t answer, but he held up his hand and Nathan tossed a hand towel across the space. Nathan filled a glass of water and drank before refilling it and carrying it back to the sofa. He collapsed next to Adam.
“You good?” Nathan asked. Adam gave him a disbelieving smile.
“You think?” Adam asked, laughing softly.
“You really inflated my ego,” Nathan joked. He leaned against Adam, and Adam wrapped an arm around his shoulders.
“Mine too.” Their bodies pressed together. Nathan let his hand fall to Adam’s thigh.
“How many men have you found on the beach and brought back here?” Nathan asked. He meant it humorously, but he felt a sliver of jealousy at the thought of another man here in his spot under Adam’s arm.
“Just you. You’re the first person I’ve spent any time with since being here. I didn’t intend to see anyone. I’m here to work.”
“Am I cutting into your writing time?”
“Yes,” Adam laughed. Nathan felt a pang of guilt. “Don’t worry about it, it’s worth it. I’ll catch up.”
“What do you write?”
“Thrillers, mostly. Twist endings. High drama.”
“Novels?” Adam hummed an affirmative.
“Like what?”
“My most successful one wasDaughter’s Curse. My publisher has been trying to repeat that success ever since.”
