I release him and flip him around. I rise to my knees and press a hand on his lower back, forcing him to bend over. I spread his cheeks wide and eat his ass. His knees go weak, causing him to wobble, so I pull back and he drops down on all fours.
I pick up the olive oil, still feeling a little unsure, but not seeing any other option. I drizzle it down his crack and use my fingers to stretch him. It’s slippery, just as slick as what we normally use. We haven’t fucked since we got back together, but we’ve talked about it and decided we were done with condoms. It felt right after our declarations while I was laid up in the hospital.
I lube up my rigid length and slowly push my swollen head through his first ring of muscle, but he gets impatient and pushes back at a much quicker pace.
“Shit. Your ass is made for me. You know that, right? The perfect little hole for me to fuck,” I grit out.
“Right there. Right there,” he mumbles over and over.
“Jack yourself off. I want to feel the way you squeeze the life out of my cock when you come.”
Using the top of his ass cheeks as leverage, I jackhammer into him, making sure to angle myself just right.
“I’m coming,” he hollers and clenches down on me.
The air leaves my lungs from all the pleasure. My balls tingle, spreading up the base of my spine, and then like a firework, spreading throughout my body. I don’t want to let go, knowing if I do, it’ll all be over. But way too soon, I’m shooting off inside him with a roar, my thrusts becoming jerky and erratic.
I squeeze my eyes shut and little sparkles of light dance behind my eyelids. When every last drop has been wrung from me, I gently pull out. Kian’s panting with his forehead resting on the blanket. He starts to move, but I hold him there. I spread him open and watch as my semen drips from his hole and down his balls.
“Fuck, that’s a beautiful sight.” And because I can’t help myself, I scoop some of it up and push it back in.
“You’re such a caveman.”
“You can’t see what I do.”
“I can imagine and it’s not as hot as you think it is.”
“Oh trust me, it fucking is.” I smack his ass and help him to standing. We trod down to the ocean and spend an hour splashing around in the waves and making out on the sand.
It’s the happiest I can remember being in a long ass time. There’s no weight on my shoulders, no pressure on my chest. It’s just me and Kian.
“I’m starving. I’ll set up lunch.” He kisses my cheek and walks up to where our messed up blanket is.
“Toss me my shorts, would ya?” I call out and he throws them over. “Thanks.”
I step into them, the waves tickling my ankles. I peer back at Kian and see he’s busying himself by smoothing out the blanket and digging in the picnic basket. I unzip the tiny pocket in the waistband of my trunks and pull out a ring. I spin the gold band with a Koa wood inlay around my finger and stare out at the waves.
It’s not the same ocean Mason died in, but he never did get to see the Atlantic. I think he’d approve. I kiss the ring and hurl it as far as I can throw it.
“Rest in peace, my love,” I whisper.
Suddenly, I feel a sharp sting on my big toe. I look down. A rock crab scurries away.
He was such a nice person, the meanest thing he could think to do to me is make my big toe cold. Enough to make me uncomfortable, but not enough to hurt me.
The memory floods back to me, and tears fall from my eyes before I can bite them back. Maybe it’s a coincidence, but it doesn’t feel like it. It feels like goodbye.
“You okay?” Arms wrap around my middle and Kian’s rests his chin in the center of my back.
“Yeah. Better than I have in a long time.” I roughly wipe away my tears.
“Great. Because lunch is ready and last one there has to sit in my cum puddle on the blanket.” He takes off in a sprint. I laugh and give chase.
I never would’ve given happiness a second chance if it weren’t for this man and I’m so fucking grateful I became Kian’s focus.
Kian
“Do you swear everyone’s putting these on?” Archer asks, holding up tiny, shiny, rainbow-striped undies.
“I swear.” I cross my heart. What he doesn’t see is my other hand, twisted behind my back, fingers crossed. “See? I have a matching pair.” I hold up my own undies.
“Fine, but I swear to God, if you’re lying.”
I almost second-guess my decision to pull this prank, but the end result will be so worth the punishment.
“Don’t you trust me?”
“Why aren’t you changing then?”
“I am. But I’ll use the hall bathroom. You know what will happen if I see that big Mack truck. I’ll have you parking it right in my little garage and then everyone will tease us for the rest of the night.”
“I don’t know what that means.”
“I know, old man. Just go get changed. I’ll meet you out there.” I shove him toward my en suite.
He grumbles something unintelligible and stomps into the bathroom. The second the door is closed, I fold in half, stuffing my fist in my mouth to stifle my laugh. I take a composing breath and leave my bedroom, closing the door behind me.
In the living room is Brie, Cato, Jarrett, and Fernando. We’ve made our slumber parties a monthly thing, but this month, I was able to talk Archer into joining us.
“Did he fall for it?” Cato asks.
“Hook, line, and sinker.”
Everyone’s gathered around my dining room charcuterie, eating their weight in finger foods.
“I can’t wait to see those thick thighs on display. Kian, is he big all over?” Cato asks and I growl. “Calm down. I’m not going after your man. I’m just curious, but you don’t need to answer. All will be revealed in three, two, one.”
Archer leaves the bedroom, damn near naked. The banana hammock hugs him in all the right places. My mouth waters and I have the sudden urge to kick everyone out of my condo.
“Kian!” Archer’s eyes pop out of his head and his features look murderous. He spins around and storms back into my room. His backside looks just as yummy as the front. “Get your ass in here.”
“Uh-oh. Someone’s in trouble,” Jarrett singsongs. “Can I watch?”
I roll my eyes, cross my arms over my chest, and follow him into my room like a petulant child. A roar of laughter sounds behind me and I shut my door to block it out.
“Why would you do that to me?” He peels the article of clothing, if you want to call it that, down his generous legs. His cock hangs heavy between his legs, causing my mouth to water.
“Hazing?” It comes out like a question and not an explanation.
“You’re in so much trouble.”
“I get that, but we have guests. Think we can wait until later?”
“You’re asking for it.”
“Right. Trouble. Punishment. Oh no, I’m so scared. I’ll be shaking in my boots all night.”
He stalks toward me, his chin lowered. For each step he takes forward, I take one back, actually growing nervous. I’ve never seen all that anger directed at me. My back bumps up against my closet door. He closes the remaining distance between us and rests his hands on either side of my head.