He closed the distance, shedding that bright red and yellow flowery shirt as he neared. His chest was wide, not as broad as mine, or as hairy, but with a nice spattering of black hair that grew thicker as it led into the top of his shorts. Shorts that I noticed were tented. My dick was also at attention, poking outward to make a spectacle of itself as it held my boxers and robe out from my body. His gaze fell to it. I swallowed. He lickedhis lips. That slide of tongue over lower lip shredded whatever restraint I possessed. I reached for him, my fingers found the back of his neck, and I pulled him to me. He grunted at the impact, dark eyes flaring for a second before he rose to his toes to latch his mouth over mine. His fingers wound into my hair, my beard, my chest hair as our tongues tangled. Bold beyond reason, I cupped that sweet ass I’d just been admiring, gave both cheeks a hard squeeze, and moaned into his mouth at the groan that glute massage had earned me.
We stumbled into the bathroom, his mouth sealed to mine, my fingers kneading his ass. There wasn’t much talking taking place. Mostly huffs, grunts, and breathy exhalations as we tore at each other’s clothes. I was naked in no time. Tian, brash and young as he was, went to his knees to nuzzle my dick before I could turn the water on.
“Shit,” I said, gazing at him as he licked my cockhead, the tip of his tongue dipping into the slit to gather a droplet lingering there. “Water is… damn it,” I growled, grabbing the edge of the cool white counter as he took me down his throat with practiced ease. My toes curled at the sight of his nose buried in my ginger pubes. Off he came with apop, his gaze touching mine. Sinful heat glowed in those dark eyes of his. “Such pretty lashes,” I coughed and got a sweet smile.
“Such a fat cock,” he sighed as he fumbled with the tie of his shorts. He leaned back, one hand on the base of my dick, the other loosening a tan string, to allow me to see his cock when he fished it out. Long but girthy with a slight list to the left. My mouth watered. And it was not for the steak sitting in the corridor getting cold. “Will you come down my throat?”
“Christ above,” I mumbled, then nodded. With a grin, he went down on me with gusto. He knew how to suck dick, that was for sure, because he had me teetering on the edge in no time. “Been a while…. slow down… oh shit.” He seemed to have turneda deaf ear to me as he sucked hard and fast, his fist pumping away on his own dick. My balls contracted, spun afire, and I thrust deep to empty myself on his tonsils. Just as he asked. “Fuck, shit, shit, fuck.”
He wrung me out, swallowing each pulse of cum, until I was shaking like a drum head. When he leaned back to rest on his heels, I watched through hazy, sated eyes as he spat some cum and saliva onto his own dick to finish himself off. With a few strokes of a tight fist, he shot all over his hand, my toes, and the floor. It took every ounce of sanity I was holding on to—and that wasn’t much at this point—to stop myself from falling to the floor to clean his spunk from the tiles with my tongue. Instead, I pulled him to his feet, gazes locked, and lifted his cum-coated hand to my lips.
He said nothing but his eyes, pupils already blown, watched with heated interest as I lapped the seed from his fingers. After his palm was clean, he kissed me hard, smearing my taste and his together. It was fucking divine. And the singular most erotic moment of my life.
My stomach chose that moment to snarl. Tian broke the kiss to look down, then back at me.
“I may have lied about having dinner,” I confessed, kissing his fingertips while my gut gurgled hungrily. “Want to share a steak?”
He smiled wantonly. “After that shower? We both could use one before whatever is next.” He leaned in. “Do you have condoms?”
Oh. Oh shit, there was a round two to come. Holy hell. I was beginning to think that I might have been wrong about being a hermit in paradise.
FOUR
Tian
I was still buzzingfrom sucking him down in the bathroom, my lips tingling, my throat raw in the best way, and we never made it to the steak. Jack’s body dwarfed mine, big hands and heavy muscle, and when he lifted me up as if I weighed nothing, I clung to him as heat curled low in my belly.
“I want you inside me.”
“Not steak?” he asked, and fake-pouted, although his jokey tone didn’t match the apparent reluctance to let me go.
“Now.” I was happy to beg.
He paused, his breath rough at my ear. “Negative, PrEP. Condoms.”
“Same. Safe’s the only way I play,” I whispered, pressing my forehead to his, heart racing.
He kissed me once, slow and deliberate, before hoisting me up. I wrapped my legs around his waist, and he freaking carried me to his bed. I kind of hoped he’d toss me, but no, he was a gentleman, and he set me down gently, then fumbled inside a wash bag for foil packets and a small tube, tossing them between us. My breath caught when he caged me. I’d had him in my mouth, I knew it was thicker than anyone I’d ever taken, and mybody clenched in anticipation. This could be the worst pain or the best freaking thing to ever happen to me.
“Tell me if it’s too much,” he said, voice low.
“I want all of it,” I answered, firmer than I thought I could manage.
The first slide of his slick fingers worked me open, patient, careful, stretching me until I writhed against the sheets, moaning into his mouth when he bent to kiss me. He whispered over my lips, filthy praise tumbling out between gentle reassurances—telling me how tight I was, how gorgeous I looked spread out for him, how he wanted to ruin me and worship me in the same breath. He sat back on his knees, fingers still inside me, his free hand teasing over my chest, finding my nipples, rolling one between his fingers until I arched into him with a whimper. He pinched lightly, soothed with a thumb, then tugged again, alternating pleasure and sting until I was gasping, my cock leaking against my stomach. Each curl of his fingers had me begging louder, kissing him back hungrily, tasting the salt of his sweat as he called me perfect, beautiful, brave, until I was shaking and pleading for more.
“Look at you opening up for me,” he murmured, kissing the corner of my mouth, then my jaw, then the hollow of my throat. “So beautiful, Tian. Taking my fingers like you were made for me.” His voice was rough, praise spilling from him, dirty and reverent all at once. I moaned into his kisses, clutching his shoulders as he worked me wider, whispering promises that he’d give me everything, that I’d never forget how it felt to be filled by him. Each filthy word made my cock leak, every gentle press of his lips steadying me even as I begged for more.
“Now, Jack. Now. Please, I need you,” I begged, my voice raw with urgency.
He stared down at me with something like surprise, as if he couldn’t quite believe how desperate I was for him, how badly Iwanted him inside me. His hesitation made me hold him tighter, tilting up for another kiss, showing him with every gasp and wordless plea that I craved all of him, right now.
I begged when he hesitated, and when he finally rolled the condom down his length and pressed the tip in, waiting for me to relax, the world narrowed to the heat and stretch of him filling me, inch by glorious inch. My breath broke on a cry, half pleasure, half disbelief someone this big could fit inside me. But he carried me through it, murmuring encouragement, his chest pressed to mine, his strength surrounding me.
“Tell me I’m not hurting you, please,” he groaned, his forehead pressed to mine, eyes searching. He winced when I cried out, but I cupped his face and kissed him hard, reassuring.
“So, fucking good, Jack. You’re perfect. Don’t stop.”
“I don’t want to hurt you,” he said again, voice breaking, almost desperate. “Please don’t let me?—”
