He answers, wearing a bright blue T-shirt with Sorry Girls, I Love Boys stenciled in black on the front. Of course, the short sleeves are rolled and he’s paired it with black jeans that have gaping holes in the knees. It’s a reminder of how much older I am than him, but it only serves to pump my ego full of pride. I bagged a sexy guy at forty years old.
“Hey, handsome.” He lifts onto his toes and plants a kiss on my lips. He tries to pull away, but I wrap a strong arm around his middle and keep him pressed to me, deepening the kiss. He moans into my mouth and I reach down to take a handful of his juicy ass.
“Fuck, you’re delicious.” I release him and his knees go weak, but I steady him.
“I’ve been snacking on crackers and that fig jam you love.” He licks his lips and it’s all I can do not to back him into his bedroom and fuck him.
“You ready?”
“Yep. I packed a picnic lunch like you asked.”
“Thanks for that. I thought about doing it myself, but you know how far my food prep skills go.”
“I do. They send my stomach spiraling down the toilet.” He sasses, bringing up the dinner I made and delivered to his work for him two nights ago.
“It wasn’t that bad.”
“The chicken was raw,” he deadpans.
I have no defense because it was. So instead of arguing, I pick the basket up and we walk down to my truck.
“You ready to tell me where we’re going?”
“You’ll see.” It’s not a far drive since we’re only going to the dock next to his house. I park and open my door to get out, but notice he doesn’t move. “You coming?”
“Archer, is this a joke?”
“Do you trust me?”
“You know I do.”
“Then come on.”
We walk hand in hand to the boat launch where we meet Henry. He hands over the keys to his Searay SLX 280. It’s a beautiful boat with U-shaped dinette and a bench seat on the back for having a few drinks while in the middle of the ocean.
“Thanks, Henry. I’ll have her back in four or so hours. We’re going to tool around Blue Shark Islands.”
“No problem. It’s a beautiful day for it. Have fun.” He’s right, the temperatures are warm enough that the sea breeze feels cooling on my skin and there’s hardly a cloud in sight.
I jump in, set the picnic basket down, and turn back around to help Kian onto the boat.
“I’m warning you now, if either of us falls into the ocean, your ass is grass.”
“Yeah, yeah. I got it.”
After he’s safely on, I pull out two ugly, orange life vests. “You’re making me wear this, aren’t you?”
He growls, but not in the sexy way I’m used to hearing. This one is feral and angry. Message received. I secure them around both of us and we pull away from the dock.
I speed toward the island, loving the freedom of being on the open ocean. No one’s around, there’s no speed limits, and the salty air smells like home. I take a quick look at Kian and smile to him lounging into the seat, sunglasses perched on his nose, and his head tipped back, soaking up the sun.
Twenty minutes later, I pull up to the beach. I drop my pants and love the way Kian’s mouth drops open.
“What are you doing?”
“There’s no dock and I didn’t wear shorts. We need to jump in and walk to the beach.”
“Archer, you know I don’t wear underwear.” He pouts and I waggle my brows. “You’re incorrigible.”
“I brought both of us swimsuits.” I reach into my backpack and toss him his ultra-short trunks.
We rush to change and wade our way to the beach. It’s not miles of sand. Instead there are large boulders and rocks with sandy patches in between. I find the perfect spot, spread a large beach blanket, and we sprawl out.
“Not too shabby, huh?”
“Not at all. It’s easy to feel a little claustrophobic living in a small town. It’s nice to get away.” Kian crawls toward me and sits between my legs, his back to my chest.
“Who would’ve thought this is where we’d end up, considering we met cleaning up shit.”
He laughs, his legs curling to his chest. “Can we please come up with a better ‘how we met’ story?”
“I don’t know. I kind of like it. It’s unique.”
“I guess.”
I lean down and plant a wet kiss behind his ear. He rolls around and straddles my lap. My hands fall to his perfectly round ass. He rests his nose on mine and for a brief moment, we stay there, sharing a breath and gazing into each other’s eyes.
But we never could be this close and keep our hands and lips off each other. I grip the back of his neck and bring him in for a kiss. Our tongues slide together and our lips move in practiced dance. He breaks away and kisses a trail to my ear. I groan when he sucks my earlobe into his mouth and flicks it with the tip of his tongue. My cock immediately stiffens between us.
“Fuck, babe,” I breathe out.
“Feel nice?” He reaches down and strokes me over my trunks.
“Fucking amazing, but it’d feel better if those pouty lips were wrapped around my cock.”
“Hell yes.” He gets on his knees and elbows between my legs while I scramble to pull myself out.
He takes me in hand and squeezes me from base to tip until a bead of pre-cum appears. He laps it up like it’s one of the sherbet cones he orders on the boardwalk.
“Suck me.” I order, loving the way he rushes to do everything I ask. He takes me as far as he can, swallowing around the head of my aching cock. “Fuuuuuuck.”
I lean forward enough to push his swim shorts down to his thighs. His ass is propped up high, making it the perfect angle for me to get my fingers inside him. I gather some saliva in my mouth and use it to lube up my fingers before reaching around and rubbing them against his puckered hole. I press one finger in, pumping in and out.
“Mmm.” He moans around a mouthful of dick. The vibrations have my hips lifting, frantic for more.
I add another finger, drilling into him until I find the spot inside that drives him crazy. I tap against it, making him squirm. He chokes around my length and I feel his saliva spill down my balls. I fucking love how dirty our sex is. I’ll never get enough. Not ever.
“I need to fuck you. Please tell me you packed lube.”
He pops off of me. “Yes, Archer. I packed the slick along with the bruschetta.”
“Fuck.”
“Wait a second.” He digs through the basket and comes up with a container of oil. “I packed olive oil I planned on mixing with vinegar to dip crusty bread in. That’ll work, right?”
“I have no idea.”
“I’m sure it’s fine.” He tosses me the container and shimmies the rest of the way out of his shorts. His dick stands stiff and strong. I can’t stop myself from pulling him closer to take a taste. I roll his balls in the palm of my hand while sucking him down. He’s smooth like silk and hard as stone. “Archer, I won’t last with you doing that.”
“What if I do this instead?” I lick down the underside of him until I reach his balls. I suck them into my mouth and roll them around one by one.
“Especially if you do that,” he whines.