“Oh, fuck, Beale. Fuck, that’s so good.”
I nudged him onto his hands and knees on the stairs, with his lower legs still in the water. “Look at you, already half-hard for me. That cannot be comfy in those shorts. Let me help you out.”
“Wait, wait, not here. Not in the—”
I had his suit pulled down in what I thought was record time considering how fucking tight it was, and since it was right there in front of my face, just begging for attention, I bit his ass cheek lightly.
“—pool,” he finished weakly. He gave me a look over his shoulder like he wasn’t quite sure who I was anymore, and I grinned because I liked keeping him on his toes. Or his hands and knees, as the case might be.
I grabbed his bountiful, exceptional ass with both hands, spreading his cheeks, and then I teased his hot hole with my tongue over and over.
“Oh, holy fuck,” he moaned. “Holy fuck. You’re… you… How? Gah.”
Yeah, I definitely enjoyed this side of Toby.
“You remember we do have the internet here, right, baby?” I laughed lightly, making him moan again. “And that I might be a virgin, but I’m not a total virgin.”
“Mmmph.” Toby shot me a glare over his shoulder. “Less talky-talky, Goodman. If you’re gonna do a job, do it—oh, good God.”
I laughed again. I’d sort of wondered if this was a thing I’d be any good at, or if I’d even enjoy it, back when it had been a theoretical thing—something that happened to other people on the opposite side of a laptop screen. Hearing Toby’s loud groans, watching him pound the side of his fist against the concrete, feeling him push back against my tongue, it felt profoundly right to be able to do this for him, to give this tightly controlled man a moment of uninhibited freedom.
I pushed my thumb against his rim as I licked at him and imagined how it would feel when it was my dick pushing inside him instead. The thought was so fucking exciting I felt my cock pulse in my shorts.
“Want to fuck you,” I told him. “Shit, Toby. Wanna be inside you so bad.”
“Y-yeah. Yes. Yeah. Do it,” he ground out, spreading his knees wider. I spit on his hole so I could push two fingers inside him along with my tongue, stretching him further. He’d let me finger him before—in fact, because Toby was Toby, he’d practically drawn me a map to his prostate—but this time when I hit it, he let out a wail so long and keening, it startled the birds from the trees.
“Fuck, yes. More. Come on, Beale. Please. Do it.” He balanced himself on one hand so he could jerk himself with the other.
But Toby was right—we needed supplies, including vast amounts of lube at the very least, for me to take him, so that was going to have to wait a minute… but Toby couldn’t.
I reached around him and knocked his hand out of the way so I could wrap one hand around his length while I worked his ass with the other. He stutter-moaned, and the sound ricocheted through me, setting up an ache in my balls.
He was one hundred percent mine in that moment, and it was a fucking heady feeling. This was what had been missing from every sexual encounter in my past. The feeling of being open and vulnerable with someone, the absolute knowledge that they were open and vulnerable to me. This was the feeling I’d never expected to find outside of my soul mate, the thing I’d never been able to articulate because I hadn’t experienced it.
And I still wouldn’t have, if not for Toby.
I nudged him up so he was kneeling with his back to my chest. I loved this position with him always, whether we were floating in a pool or standing in the kitchen, because it calmed this need I had to protect him—like the prickliest man in Florida needed my protection, right?—and also because Toby turned to putty when I put my mouth on the tendon at the join of his shoulder.
Now I liked it for a very different reason. His body weight pushed my fingers more deeply inside of him, deep enough that he gave another one of those wild moans, while my view over his shoulder was of the head of his cock peeking out the top of my closed fist.
Size difference for the win.
“You are the hottest thing I’ve ever seen. Your skin is like honey, and I want to lick every inch. Your cock in my hand is perfection. You feel that?” I slid my dick against his ass cheek, leaving a thick trail of precum there. “I’m gonna be inside you soon, and this ass feels so perfect I might never leave it.
Toby bit his lip and tipped his head back on my shoulder, working himself against me. He lifted up, thrusting into my fist, then lowered back down to rub my fingers against his prostate, over and over again. It felt strangely like fucking and being fucked at the same time, and I had never been so turned on in my life, even in this whole crazy week.
It felt like I was going to explode if I didn’t get a hand, or a mouth, or sweet Jesus, an ass, on my cock immediately, but at the same time I never wanted this feeling to end. Toby used sex as a weapon, as a tool, as a distraction… but ironically, he was never more honest than he was when he was having sex… at least, when he was having it with me. It was really tempting to believe that I was the difference, that this was as special to him as it was for me.
“Come for me, baby,” I whispered in his ear. “I wanna see it. I wanna feel it.” Then I bit down on the side of his neck.
His hole clenched around me like a vise, his dick went off like a rocket, he screamed my name into the hot sunshine, and deep inside me, some lock that had been shut tight for a really long time finally opened.
Toby collapsed down onto his hands again. “I do believe… I’ve been convinced… of my buoyancy…’cause I feel like I’m floating.” He sounded drunk. “And my chakras… are as open… as any man’s have ever been. Really, ten out of ten for swimming pools. I’ve seen the light.”
And though my dick was hard enough to hammer nails, I couldn’t help but laugh.
11
Toby
Help Me Hagatha
(Unsent)
Dear Aunt Hagatha:
Help! I’m pretty sure I’ve gone and fallen for a guy who’s way too good for me. What do I do?
“That Guy” in Whispering Key
Dear Guy,
You hope like hell he doesn’t figure it out, you poor sad sack.
Do better,
Haggie
“You wait right there, precious, and do… whatever thoughts of me inspire you to do. I’ve got everything we need in my toiletry bag.” I tossed the stunning man on the bed my most seductive smile—the best I could muster, anyway, when I smelled like coconut and chlorine, and my hair was doing plovers-alone-knew-what—and scurried out of the bedroom.
I examined myself in the mirror. I looked well fucked in every way that a man could be. Eyes overbright? Check. Hair artfully arranged in a wood chipper chic style? Super check. Goofy smile stuck to my lips like I’d just won the biggest prize at a fair I hadn’t known I’d be attending? Enormous, outrageous, sanity-threatening check.
I blew out a shaking breath and grabbed my toiletry case, only knocking half my Sunday Riley skincare regimen in the sink in the process. Deep down at the bottom of the bag were several strings of condoms I’d packed on top of the case last week in a variety of sizes, knowing I’d find someone fuckably cute and totally forgettable to pass time with in the Maldives. Instead, I was here in Whispering Key, Florida, ready to be fucked by a virgin, and my goddamn hands were shaking.