“I’m honored.”
I leaned down to kiss him again and wiggled my ass against Jun’s crotch. I grinned when he sucked in a sharp breath of air. I sat up and yanked my T-shirt off, tossing it somewhere in the room. “Touch me.”
Jun’s hands were immediately on me, deft fingers sliding up my sides and playing with the barbells in my nipples. He moved his grip to my back, holding me still as he put his mouth on my chest.
I groaned and slid my arms around his neck to keep him there, rocking my hips lazily. “I’m gonna fuck myself so good on your cock.”
Jun shuddered and his mouth faltered a bit.
I smiled to myself. “Yeah, you want that, don’t you? Want to just lie back and watch me ride you.”
He let up on my nipple, and the cool air of the cottage hit the spit-slick skin, giving me goose bumps. Jun’s mouth latched on to mine, tongue thrusting in and coaxing mine to come play until we were both left gasping for air. “I’ve dreamed of being in your bed since the day we met,” he whispered.
“Yeah?” I smiled and kissed him again, tugging his lower lip with my teeth.
Jun groaned. “Y-yeah.”
“Did you ever think I’d be bossing you around?” I adjusted how I was sitting so that I could better thrust against Jun’s own erection.
He gasped. “I—I think a part of me recognized that tendency in you.”
“Hmm… you realized it before I did.”
He laughed. “I’m thankful.”
I kissed him again. “I’m happy to provide anything you need.” I climbed off Jun and crawled to the edge of the bed to open the nightstand. “Lose the pants,” I said over my shoulder, which I heard him quickly do. Regardless of the fact that, as of yesterday morning when Jun arrived in Key West, we hadn’t technically been dating, I’d still done the adult thing and purchased bedroom products. Because the joke was so on me if I thought I could withstand his charms and devilishly perfect looks the entire vacation.
I kicked my pajama pants off and knee-walked back to Jun’s side with a condom and lube in my hands. “Know what you’re going to do?” I asked, straddling him again.
Jun shook his head. “No,” he whispered.
I took one of his hands and pressed the bottle of lube into it. “Now do you?”
Jun uncapped the bottle, and a moment later, one hand grabbed me, kneading a cheek firmly. His slicked-up hand touched me next, gentle and cautious as his fingers explored my hole.
I wrapped both arms around his neck and grabbed a handful of Jun’s hair so I could tilt his head back and kiss him. “Next time,” I murmured, “we’ll keep the lights on, and you can fuck me from behind.”
Jun’s hot breath ghosted against my mouth, and his fingers pushed into me. “So I can appreciate your body art?” He gasped, and I’d swear he was the one being stretched, from the sounds of pleasure coming from him.
I groaned and rocked back. “That’s right.” The massive octopus tattoo on my back had thick, inked outlines made to look like brushstrokes. It was pretty hot if you asked me.
“So tight,” Jun whispered.
“It’s been a while since I’ve even used my dildo.” His fingers thrust in harder, and I cried out. “Holy fu—yes!”
“You have a dildo?” Jun asked between kisses.
“D-does that upset you?”
“No.” He grabbed my ass with both hands briefly, squeezing and pulling the cheeks apart. “I think it’s sexy.”
“It’s pink.”
Jun laughed breathlessly and started stretching me again. “I’m not surprised.”
I let Jun continue for another minute before I pulled away, pressed my hands onto his chest, and shoved him back down among the pillows. “Stay right there,” I ordered.
“Yes,” he agreed, voice quiet, but just that one word dripped with passion and need.
