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My legs shake, the pleasure and pressure in my lower body so immense, like a rocket about to explode.
“Hurt me,” I rasp. Holden’s movements still, and I have this sinking feeling that I’ve gone too far, fucked this all up, until his hand edges down my shaft to grasp my sack. He tugs and the pain is a glorious mix of too much and just enough.
“Baby, I’m going to come. Pull off if you don’t want it in your mouth.”
When he doesn’t pull off, just continues his relentless blissful torment, I come, both hands vying for purchase on the unforgiving boulder, holding me up as I spill on his tongue.
Holden groans, hot cum hitting my foot, and when he pulls back, he opens his mouth and fuck me…he’s holding my cum on his tongue.
“Get up here,” I command, all but ripping him up by his hair.
His mouth crashes to mine, his tongue covered in my seed, pressing into my mouth in a dirty kiss. It’s warm and salty, but there’s an undercurrent of sweetness. My hands explore his lower back, nails dragging along his skin. I dip them below his waistband, sliding them down his buttocks until I’m kneading the perfectly plump globes of his ass in the palms of my hands.
He pulls back, his lips pink and swollen, his face streaked with tears and sand, his skin flushed from orgasm and sun.
“You are the most beautiful man I have ever laid eyes on,” I say. No word of that is a lie. Holden Booker is perfection personified. From his whiskey-coloured eyes to his bow lips and the way he gets these tiny dimples at the corners of his mouth when he smiles. It’s not all about his looks, though. He’s beautiful inside and out.
Holden smirks, leaning against me with both hands pressed to my chest.
“I’d say the same, but I think you already know that,” he says coyly.
“Never hurts to hear it again.”
He smacks my chest before snaking his arms around my neck and resting his forehead against mine.
“You’re gorgeous, Remi.”
“As are you, pretty boy.”
I pull him closer, feeling his heart beat next to mine as we stand locked together in the sweetest embrace somewhere in the middle of the Mediterranean.
Chapter 20
Holden
Crinkling my nose, I gesture to Remington’s ice cream.
“Why?”
We’re back on the yacht after stopping on the island of La Maddalena for lunch and picking up gelato for the return trip.
He’s splayed out on his stomach on the yacht’s decking, swiping a small grape candy through his vanilla gelato before popping it in his mouth and taking another from the bag on the deck next to him.
“Ah… because they’re delicious?” His eyebrows pull together as if he doesn’t understand why I’d ask.
I shake my head, then lick the melting goat ricotta and honey gelato from the side of my cone, savouring the complimentarysweet and tangy flavours, while watching him devour the entire bag.
“Has anyone ever commented on how you look when you eat?”
Remington looks up at me, his eyes as blue as the sea surrounding us.
“Sexy?”
I purse my lips.
He crawls up the deck until he’s leaning over me, one arm on each side of my body, his lips hovering close to mine.
“I look sexy when I eat. That’s what you want to say, isn’t it?”
