Desire surged through Chad as swift as the fire racing through his veins. Ducky moaned. The vibration slid down his cock, showing him how much Ducky liked what he said. He’d never had sex where it felt so damn right that he wanted this exact moment repeated again. A lifetime of getting off with his best friend. The person who mattered most…
All thought dissolved as primal instinct took over. He fucked Ducky’s mouth like he’d taken his ass last night.
“Move back,” he growled.
Ducky lifted his gaze, a single eyebrow arched in challenge. He started to pull off Chad while lifting his ass off the mattress. That was the exact opposite of what he wanted. Chad locked a hand on the back of Ducky’s neck and head, keeping him covering Chad’s cock as he placed a knee on the mattress. His hips kept the pace as he crawled onto the bed, pushing Ducky to his back until he straddled his face.
The clanking of the breakfast plate landing on the floor registered somewhere in the back of Chad’s mind. Fuck the food. Who needed to eat? If this was all he did for the rest of his life, he’d die a happy man. For good measure, he gave in to the controlled thrust of the hips, letting the desire dictate his motions, driving deeper down Ducky’s throat.
“You good?”
Of course, Ducky couldn’t speak but he lifted his palms to the back of Chad’s thighs, caressing until his hands clasped the globes of Chad’s ass and squeezed his approval.
Chad fell to his hands, his hooded gaze kept watch on his dick as he fucked in and out of Ducky’s mouth over and over again. How did this feel like the best moment of his life?
Ducky.Duncan. Both names rattled around his brain, driving up the pleasure of his pending orgasm. Ducky pressed a finger against his rim, breaching him there. The tip easily found and massaged his gland.
Chad lost it. Darkness haloed his vision. His head swam in the decadence as sensation assaulted him from all directions. The orgasm he’d battled burst free, surging forward, incapacitating him with blinding speed. He was unable to do anything more than lift his hips to pull from Ducky’s mouth.
Ducky’s grip on his ass turned vise-like. Ducky locked on to him, keeping him inside that talented mouth. The release now sweeter as he poured himself down Ducky’s throat.
For the briefest of seconds, Ducky’s throat contracted around Chad. Time slowed. He could feel every pulse of his release. Ducky’s thundering heartbeat matched his own. His senses were alive, completely aware of every breath and movement Ducky made. His lover’s fingers skimmed down the short hairs of Chad’s thighs, causing them to stand on end. Ducky’s mouth loosened its hold on Chad’s cock, his breath panting into Chad’s groin, sending chills zinging all over his sensitive body.
A sated haze took over, causing Chad to push himself over until he landed with a thud on his back, his hand reaching for any part of Ducky he could touch. His eyes were screwed tightly shut. He had no idea how much time passed as he lay there basking in the wonderment of the moment.
Only when his hand fell to the mattress and Ducky pushed forward, climbing out of bed, did Chad try to tune in enough to crack his eyelids and lift his head marginally.
“Come back.” The weight of lifting his head was too much to manage and dropped backward, cushioned into the soft mattress. He kept his gaze on Ducky when he patted the bed next to him, hoping to give incentive. “I owe you one. Give me a minute…”
Ducky gave a husky chuckle, carefully removing his underwear off his body. “I got off. I couldn’t help myself.” His fascinating friend lifted the folded underwear up his body, swiping his belly as if to drive the point home. Chad closed his weary eyes. Wonderment turned to sheer luck. He managed to get Ducky off without touching him. As soon as he woke from the fifteen-minute cat nap he planned to take, he’d tell Ducky exactly how fire he thought that was.
CHAPTER 19
Chad sat side by side with Ducky at the patio table, so close he was able to lift Ducky’s hand, keeping it close as he finger-played with each of Ducky’s digits. In all the days they’d been on vacation together, this hour, late in the afternoon, had become Ducky’s meditation time. He usually sat quietly on the beach by himself, staring out at the ocean, seemingly lost to the thoughts inside his head.
He had no idea why Ducky hadn’t gravitated toward his usual spot this afternoon, instead choosing to stay cuddled up next to him. Maybe he had come off as too needy. Only wanting to be glued to Ducky’s side until enough time passed where they could meander their way back toward the bedroom and stay there the rest of the night.
He had only thought he had it bad for Ducky. After last night, and then again this morning… Well, he found reason and purpose within him. The exact combination of clarity as if Ducky was somehow his missing link to everything. He narrowed his eyes under the heavy implication of what a thought like that meant for his future.
As ready as he was for this kind of relationship with this particular man, he feared coming on too strong and pushing Ducky away. His fingers tightened around Ducky’s, committing the promise to his heart that he’d do whatever it took to keep Ducky happy and by his side. Even if they were nothing more than friends with benefits.
The violent lurch of his heart dragged his lips down into a frown. He lifted Ducky’s hand to his mouth, kissing the warm skin of his fingers. In his peripheral vision. He caught Ducky’s gaze leaving the ocean to turn a questioning glance his way. He had to look at Ducky, seeing the piercing gaze that spoke of love, determination, and commitment to his heart which seemed a fickle fucking organ with the way it flipped emotion around today. The tension from seconds ago eased under the weight of Ducky’s concerned stare. All he could do was give the smile Ducky responded to the most.
“I like this between us. I don’t want it to end after we leave here.”
Ducky’s expression turned quizzical, making Chad wonder if he was the only one thinking long term. Perhaps he was—something he tended to do a lot—jumping way ahead, analyzing all the angles and possibilities.
“I’ve made some decisions about my life that I don’t think are going to go over well,” Ducky said, pulling his hand from Chad’s. He found it hard to tamp down the urge to hold on tighter. He watched as Ducky crossed his arms over his chest. Ducky seemed to get smaller in front of him. Whatever decisions were made had Ducky unsure.
The need to offer comfort pushed him. Chad reached over, cupping Ducky’s thigh with his palm, he squeezed. He scanned Ducky’s tanned face which was paling by the second. “I can’t imagine anything that you do will disappoint me.”
A single harsh laugh forced itself from Ducky’s lips, but Chad’s words did seem to help the tension that had suddenly formed between them. Ducky’s shoulders loosened until they slumped, his gaze shifting back to the ocean, letting Chad know he had only changed his location of meditation, not the actual act of meditating.
“I’m not into the life I’m living,” Ducky stated strongly then hedged in saying anything more. He opened his mouth as if to say more then closed it.
Chad caressed his palm back and forth over Ducky’s thigh as he tried in vain to manage the tightness overtaking his heart. Reasonably, he understood that he needed clarification of Ducky’s words before he let his own emotions spiral, adding negative meaning to Ducky’s simple declaration.
“I liked myself better before I started making all this money,” Ducky finally said.
