Page 41 of Wedge

The water’s working on both of us, quiet settling in easy instead of heavy, and after a minute he shifts, closing some of the distance between us, bare knee brushing mine under the bubbling surface and staying there.

“Four rounds,” he says, mostly to himself. “Twelfth place.”

“Four rounds,” I agree. “Twelfth place.”

“I keep waiting to stop being proud of you, and it’s not happening.”

I don’t have a good response to that, not one I trust my voice with, so I just look at him instead, steam curling up between us, his hair damp at the edges, eyes soft in a way I know is just for me. Four rounds, no, hell, three months of holding everything in, and I’m suddenly too tired to hold back anymore.

“I want to be closer,” I say, before I can talk myself out of it. “I want you.”

He goes still. “You sure?” he asks, low.

“Yes.”

He doesn’t make me ask twice.

19

STEPHEN

My hands reach out and gather him to me, arms around his waist, pulling him onto my lap, chest-to-chest, face-to-face.

“Better?” I ask.

He loops his arms around my shoulders and tugs, wiggling closer until there is no space between us. I feel his cock hardening against my stomach and have to close my eyes for a moment to savor this exquisite sensation. His swim trunks are barely a barrier, and I can feel the full length of him. A shudder runs up my body, and I want to crush him to me. I might let a strangled moan come through.

“Feels real good,” I tell him.

He leans forward and presses his mouth to mine, and I open for him, letting him control it. He licks inside tentatively, and I meet his tongue, licking the side of it, letting him tangle us together. He pulls back slightly, and I pause.

“Okay?” I ask.

He smashes his mouth to mine again, those gorgeous, pouty lips I have fantasized about having right here, just like this. I want to suck his tongue into my mouth and ravage, but this kiss is like nothing I have had before. This is the inexperienced kiss of a man who hasn’t kissed much. Slow, Stephen, go slow.

“Mmm,” I hum against his lips. “So good.” I suck his fat bottom lip into my mouth lightly, and he whimpers. I let it go and just press against him again, licking into his mouth. He takes over, sucking my lip in the way I did his, and I groan. God, this is torture, and we are just kissing.

“Good kisser,” I murmur, and his mouth moves into a smile.

“Good teacher,” he says back, sucking harder, licking into my mouth harder, pressing against my lips, starting to grind his mouth against mine. He bites and I grunt and my hips punch up against his ass before I can lock it down.

“Sorry,” I whisper, “Feels so good.”

He grinds his cock against my stomach.

“Yeah,” he groans. “Feels too good.” His hips punch up. “Fuck.”

“Yeah, baby, grind on me,” I growl. “Make yourself cum on me.”

“Oh, fuck. Stephen, we can’t. I can’t…” he gasps, unable to stop now that he’s started.

“Can’t?”

He whimpers, still grinding.

“No one around, nothing stopping us,” I growl, low. “Want to stop?”

He shakes his head vigorously, panting, still grinding. “Finally. Can’t stop.”