Page 26 of Trust and Obey

The sex was mind blowing and I found that the more time I spent with Kendall, the more I was drawn to him. He was vibrant, intelligent, and exciting.

Even the early days of my relationship with Lauren hadn’t felt this good.

Entering the villa, I stripped off my shirt and headed immediately for my bedroom to change. I glanced at the little clock set at the side of my bedstand. The time was set prominently with the date alongside.

I stopped and frowned, counting back the days. My vacation was rushing by in a whirlwind. Soon, it would be over. I would have to find some way to say goodbye to this marvelous place… and to Kendall.

Would I be able to walk away free and clear at the end?

I shook my head, and with another glance at the clock, decided I had enough time to take a shower.

This is a fling, I reminded myself, reaching down to palm my cock under the shower spray. I was here for a good time, and I was determined to enjoy myself.

That idea firmly fixed in my mind, I didn’t get myself off. No, I wanted to enjoy Kendall’s company as much as possible.

My God, the memory of him clenched around me was enough to make me hard all over again.

Grinning to myself, I stepped out of the shower. While dressing, I heard the sounds of the front door opening and Kendall wheeling the food cart in.

I quickly threw on the first shirt I could find—a wacky Hawaiian shirt I was pretty sure I’d received as a gag gift somewhere, but it was my vacation—and walked out.

The smell of dinner was thick in the air. Baked fish along with some sort of roasted vegetables.

Kendall flashed a grin at me from where he was setting up the table. “Congratulations: You’re officially the cook’s new favorite guest.”

“Is that right?”

He nodded. “Sam thinks that he’s some sort of fancy chef, and he gets really resentful of making the same dishes in the same order every night. Apparently, our dinner was a nice change of pace.”

I chuckled and stepped to the small wine cooler to look over the selection. It was rather basic for all the resort’s amenities. I picked a nice white wine and got started working on the cork.

As Kendall set out the last of the dishes, including a spring salad, I poured the wine for us.

We sat down to eat. Conversation was light and breezy. Kendall had some funny stories about the antics of previous guests. He was circumspect enough not to give fine details. I liked that about him—it told me he was someone who knew how to keep secrets.

I laughed in all the right places, and I didn’t think it was my imagination, there was a tension in the air of pleasant expectation. We both knew where this night was going to lead, and each of us was looking for a way to get us there.

Kendall traced the rim of his glass with one finger. “You’re staring like you want to eat me.”

I grinned, appreciating his bluntness. Another refreshing change from Lauren.

“Well,” I said, “I notice you didn’t bring any dessert. Maybe I just wanted to know what you tasted like.” I let my voice deepen. “Maybe I want to return the favor.”

His hands tightened perceptively on the wine glass. “I’d like that,” he said evenly. Too evenly. “But Deacon… I know that you’re new to this. I don’t want you to feel like you owe me anything.”

“I think that’s my line,” I said and stood. “Are you done trying to talk me out of giving you a blowjob?”

Almost primly, Kendall wiped his mouth with his napkin and took my hand to stand up. He crooked a smile at me. “I’m not trying that hard.”

I pulled him into my arms and crushed his mouth to mine. Kendall opened up to me sweetly, letting me take control in a way that set my blood on fire.

“Gonna blow you,” I said, my voice thick. “Then I want to fuck you hard.”

“Well,” he breathed. “What are you waiting for?”

We made it to my bedroom in record time. If anything, I was more eager than I had been yesterday. It was as if my lust, too long bottled up, had been uncapped. I felt desperate and crazy for him.

I helped Kendall pull his shirt over his head, and our fingers tangled together as we both reached for his button and fly. He laughed against my mouth, and I grinned as his pants came down and he kicked off his shoes and socks.

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