Page 65 of Royal Fling
I dropped my hands to his arms and held him.
“And even then, I’d just start again in Greek, French, Spanish, Japanese, and Italian.”
“You speak Japanese?” he asked.
“That is so not the point of what I’m saying,” I said, and did I feel my eyeballs rolling slightly upwards? Was I catching it from him?
“What is your point then?” He smiled with pouty lips that looked as irresistible as they always did.
“My point is…” I couldn’t say it. Not yet. Not now. It was too soon. “My point is you’re the handsomest guy on this planet, and I want you to make sweet, passionate, rough love to me.”
His smile turned into a wicked grin, and his hands slid down to my butt cheeks, cupping them firmly and pressing my crotch to his.
“Okay,” he said, attacking my mouth with ferocity while one of his fingers on my ass massaged my crack over all the fabric, and I melted into his arms.
I grabbed his shoulders and pushed him, us, backwards, out of the shallow waters and onto the dry sand. He lowered himself to the ground, and I followed him down until he was sprawled on the beach, and I was plastered on top of him.
I ground our cocks together, building up the pressure and tension between us, rubbing at his head, temples, ears, drawing his need for release one moment at a time, one breath at a time. The seesaw of the waves behind us gave rhythm to this moment and every moment after.
Luke squeezed my butt cheeks together and let out groan after groan. Our hard-ons pulsed as one, and I could have come without even touching myself. Just by getting lost in this encounter.
But I didn’t. I held back. Because I wanted him. I wanted all of him. And I wanted him now.
I dragged my hands down to his waist and pushed the cummerbund up and out of the way before unbuttoning his trousers.
Luke’s hands pulled the fabric of my own trousers apart until it was taut over my skin.
“Rip it,” I begged. “Rip it open, Lucas.”
And rip it he did. I had no idea how easy or difficult it was, but he did it nonetheless, and that was all that mattered. My globes became exposed to the night’s chill, and I felt Luke still underneath me.
“You’re not wearing any underwear,” he said.
I sat up on his thighs and smirked.
“Of course not. That would get in the way of all the fucking,” I said.
His eyes widened, and he bit his bottom lip.
“Yep. I’m definitely a bad influence on you.”
I laughed. The nature around us swallowed the sound.
“Believe me, Lucas. You’re thebestinfluence on me.”
He grinned, and I dipped back down to kiss him again.
“Will you fuck me bare? I have condoms, but I want to feel you come inside me,” I whispered when I pulled away.
He opened his mouth to say something, but I didn’t want to hear the rejection, so I added, “I’ve been tested. I’m negative.”
One hand came to cradle my cheek, and he smiled warmly.
“I would love to, August, but I haven’t been tested, and I wouldn’t want to pass anything to you,” he said.
Even though he was sweet about it, it still stung like rejection, but I swallowed my feelings down and dug through my suit pockets for the condom I’d slipped in there before the event.
It didn’t matter, anyway. He was with me. He was here. We’d have all the time in the world to do it bare.
