Page 26 of One Hot Summer
I looked around but didn’t see anyone else. I caught him by the hips, pulled him close, and kissed him again, harder this time. He moaned into my mouth, arms going around my neck, legs winding around my waist. I found a flat rock, sat down, and pulled him onto my lap. He ground against me, desperate and wild, rubbing his ass over the bulge in my shorts until I thought I’d lose my mind.
I slid a hand down the back of his shorts, fingers slipping between his cheeks to circle his hole. “I think someone might be addicted to exhibitionism,” I teased.
“That’s not the only thing I’ve become addicted to.” He gasped as I took his earlobe between my teeth and bit down gently.
Raising my fingers to his lips, I pressed gently, coaxing him to open for me. He obliged, taking the digits into his hot mouth and wetting them for me. My eyes rolled back in my head as he sucked them, making me wish it were my cock instead.
I stripped him out of his trunks and slid my wet fingers back in his crease, tapping at his entrance. He gasped when I pressed inside, tightening around me, head thrown back, eyes shut. Iprepped him quickly, then pulled my trunks down just enough to let my cock spring free. It slapped against my stomach, reaching for my navel and I held it steady as he sank down, inch by inch, until I was buried to the root. He whimpered, nails digging into my shoulders, legs shaking with effort.
I held still at first, letting him set the pace. He kissed me, sloppy and raw, biting and sucking on collarbone. Marks that could easily be covered up by my shirt, hidden from everyone else, leaving their existence a shared secret between the two of us. It felt forbidden, naughty, and I fucking loved it! I reached between us and stroked his cock, feeling it jump in my hand, slick and hot. He was close, I could feel it, and I wanted to see him fall apart.
I sped up, lifting my hips and thrusting harder, the slap of our bodies drowned out by the sound of the river. He started to tremble, then came with a strangled cry, shooting over my fist and onto his own stomach. The way his body clenched around me sent me over the edge, and I came hard, hips jerking, teeth sunk into his shoulder.
I wrapped my arms around him, holding him close while we caught our breath, the sound of water and birds filling the silence. “That was…” he started, but trailed off, laughing.
“Inspired?” I offered.
He snorted. “Quick and dirty. But yeah, inspired too.”
We spent the next few hours floating along the river, the water cool on our backs and the sun warm on our faces. We shared a picnic lunch and talked about everything and nothing. It was the perfect day.
We made dinner together that night, Adam chopping vegetables with terrifying precision while I grilled chicken on the deck. He kept sneaking up behind me, pressing himself to my back, kissing my neck as if he couldn’t keep his hands off me. Trust me, I knew the feeling. The more time I spent with Adam, the more I wanted him. I was insatiable when it came to my son’s best friend.
We ate outside, watching the last of the daylight slip away behind the ridge line. Adam drank three glasses of wine, got giggly, and spent most of dinner trying to convince me to move to Spain and open a bed and breakfast. I pretended to be horrified, but the idea of running away with him didn’t sound half bad.
When the plates were cleared, he pulled me into the kitchen, shoved me up against the counter, and kissed me hard. “Now what?” I asked, breathless.
“Now I want dessert,” he said, and dropped to his knees.
I was already half-hard from the anticipation, but he took his time, teasing me through the fabric of my pants, licking and sucking until I couldn’t stand it anymore. I grabbed his hair and fucked his mouth, slow at first, then faster, using him until I came, painting the back of his throat. He swallowed every drop, then stood, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.
“Mmm. Yummy,” he said, voice smug.
I spun him around, bent him over the island, and yanked his shorts down to his ankles. He was already leaking, his cock hard and flushed, and I couldn’t resist the temptation. I spread his cheeks and licked him, slow and dirty, tongue swirling around his hole. He moaned, low and desperate, gripping the granite until his knuckles went white. I tongued him for a long time, savoring the taste, the way he trembled under me. When I finally slid two fingers in, he nearly lost it, hips rutting against the counter, begging for more.
“Please,” he whined. “I need you. Fuck me, please?—”
Spitting in my hand, I stroked my length until I was nice and slick. I lined up and slid in, fucking him slow, savoring the sight of his tight hole taking every inch of my cock. The kitchen was flooded with the smell of sex, sweat, and wine, and the faint tang of garlic from the meal we’d just eaten.
I jerked him off as I fucked him, wanting to see him come again, to hear the way he said my name when he fell apart. He didn’t disappoint. He came all over the front of the cabinets, shouting my name, his whole body seizing before it finally went limp. I finished inside him, then pulled him back upright and kissed him, tasting the wine on his lips. We collapsed onto the floor, tangled in each other, laughing at the mess we’d made.
“You’re such a pervert,” he said, eyes shining.
I kissed his forehead. “Only for you.”
We stayed there a long time, wrapped up in each other, the world outside forgotten. I didn’t know what would happen when we went back to reality. I didn’t care. For now, this was enough.
The next morning, Adam woke up with a slight hangover, still smelling like sex, which, according to him, was the best way to wake up on vacation. I found him in the kitchen, shirtless, hair wild, chugging a glass of water.
He smiled, green eyes crinkling at the corners. “Ready for another adventure today?”
I raised an eyebrow as I poured myself a cup of coffee. “Sure. What did you have in mind?”
“Something more thrilling than tubing, but less scary than horseback riding.”
“Horseback riding isn’t scary,” I argued.
Adam rolled his eyes. “Says the man who was riding a docile pony. Meanwhile, my horse wanted to throw me off. Trust me, there was a murderous gleam in his eyes.”
