“What are you doing?” Bradshaw asked hoarsely. Grant’s teeth dug into his lip and he shrugged as he dragged his finger along the waist of Bradshaw’s swim trunks.
“Do you want me to stop?” He asked and Bradshaw shook his head quickly.
“No! I’m just trying to understand what’s happening,” he said. Grant took another drink then set his bottle on the side, out of the way.
“Everyone thinks I should make the most of this and enjoy myself. I’m feeling brave and I want to play along,” he murmured and the bulge in the front of Bradshaw’s trunks swelled as he swore and looked around.
“Out here?” He whispered. Beyoncé told Grant it was time to show him how he stroked and the man in Bradshaw’s glasses hummed seductively as his thumb teased the hard-on straining against the Lycra.
“I think I’d have to, if I was your boyfriend and you brought me my fifth beer wearing this,” he mused then lowered so he could kiss Bradshaw’s knee. It jumped as Bradshaw hissed and the fire in Grant’s gut and his inner Sasha glowed brighter and harder as he bit into quivering muscle. Grant felt bolder and there was a heady rush as sweat dripped between Bradshaw’s pecs and his knuckles turned white around his beer. Bradshaw’s suave control was slipping and Grant was about to destroy him.
Grant had only ever had sex with one man but he’d put his whole heart and soul into pleasing him. He loved sex but Grant’s favorite sexual organs were his lips, his tongue and his ears. When it was up to Chris, they switched and flipped and Grant enjoyed every single moment of it. But when Grant initiated, it was all about the taste of Chris’ cock, his ass and his cum and the sounds he made as he lost control. Grant didn’t think of himself as a top or a bottom, but as a sucker, a licker and a swallower. His body got tighter and hotter as he listened to Chris’ ragged whimpers and curses and tasted his pre-cum. Sometimes, the hot burst of cum on his tongue was enough to push Grant over the edge. If not, it never took more than the taste of Chris and the echo of his frantic huffs of breath as he shattered and a few quick tugs for Grant to find his bliss. Grant wanted to know what Bradshaw sounded like when he came and he needed to taste his cum. And he wanted to savor the enthralling rush of power and control he experienced as he watched Bradshaw shake and his control crumble.
“The Lees are the only ones who could possibly see us and you’re in the way. They can’t see what I’m about to do but it wouldn’t be hard for them to guess. You said the best covers are the ones that are exactly what they seem,” Grant panted then stretched his tongue and flicked at the end of Bradshaw’s erection. “Want to be a man getting really dirty pool head from his boyfriend?” He asked silkily then raised a brow at Bradshaw.
“Jesus, Grant!” He gasped as he looked back, over his shoulder then slid his thumb beneath the waist of his trunks. Bradshaw pulled them low and Grant silently praised Her Holiness, Saint Beyoncé, the patron saint of homosexuals as his head fell to the side. Grant licked his lips as his nerves flared with wild anticipation and lust.
“I think I know how you killed those targets,” he laughed nervously. Bradshaw was about the same size as Grant’s largest dildo, the one he only brought out of its hiding spot when he was in a particularly brave mood and Audrey was very far away. Bradshaw was lost as he stared down at him and Grant reveled in it as he lowered his shoulders. Grant was riveted as he watched the man in Bradshaw’s glasses suck at the thick, round head and was rewarded with a strangled curse. The head was hot and soft and Grant’s eyes rolled in delight at the sweet, salty burst of pre-cum and Bradshaw’s startled cry. His fingers spread through Grant’s hair as he chanted his name and time stopped being marked in seconds and minutes. Grant marked it in gasps and moans as he gave into his hunger and the intoxicating pleas that poured from Bradshaw. He opened his jaw wide and slowly took Bradshaw deeper and deeper into his throat.
“Oh, dear God!” Bradshaw groaned as his head fell back and his hips twitched. “Grant… I can’t…” His chest heaved and Grant saw Bradshaw’s toes curl in the water as his back arched. Grant hummed encouragingly as he raised his head and sucked hard. “Grant, I…” Bradshaw’s body jumped and his sack pulled tight and Grant made a rapturous sound as cum flooded his mouth and coated his tongue. A hard wave of heat swelled in Grant’s groin and his cock throbbed as his nerves exploded. Tears flooded Grant’s eyes and he felt alive as his pulse thudded in his ears and goosebumps spread down his arms. “Jesus Christ,” Bradshaw slurred as he slid into the pool and down Grant’s body. “My turn?” He growled as he angled his head but Grant pulled away.
“Trust me, you don’t need to,” he stated but Bradshaw’s hand slid around Grant’s jaw, trapping him.
“If you were my boyfriend and you’d just sucked my soul from my body, I’d have to kiss you so I could taste it,” Bradshaw scolded then captured Grant’s lips for a searing, starving kiss. His tongue swept and swirled through Grant’s mouth as his fingers twisted in his hair. “Thank you,” he rumbled as he nibbled on Grant’s lips. “That was incredible.” He hummed drowsily as he licked the corner and Grant grinned sheepishly.
“That was my thing,” he whispered and Bradshaw tried to speak but nothing came out. He licked his lips and cleared his throat.
“Your thing?” He croaked and Grant nodded as he squeezed his eyes shut.
“I really like to use my mouth,” he said.
“Sweet Jesus, you’re going to kill me,” Bradshaw complained. Grant groaned as he pushed against Bradshaw’s chest.
“No. That was really nice and I appreciate you letting me…”
“Nice?” Bradshaw laughed. He let Grant float away from him but he shook his head in disbelief as he followed. “And you appreciated it? I heard angels, Grant.”
“Wow. Thank you but I’m sure it wasn’t that big of a deal,” Grant said dismissively as he looked behind him and reached for the steps before he backed into them.
“It felt like a very big deal, to me,” Bradshaw murmured and Grant shook his head and looked at French doors as he planned his escape.
“It really wasn’t,” he promised. “I felt brave for a few minutes and just went for it but it didn’t mean anything.”
“But it would mean something if I did it to you?” Bradshaw confirmed. Grant spluttered for a moment before he threw his hands up. He couldn’t even process the idea of Bradshaw touching him like that.
“I don’t know! We might as well hurl my brain at the side of the house and watch it slide down the wall. I wouldn’t know what it meant or what I’m supposed to do with that. But I know I gave you a blowjob just because I could and because I’ve missed the way it tastes and it’s the one thing I can’t do on my own,” he explained quickly and Bradshaw grabbed his shoulders and hushed soothingly.
“I am 100% sure you’re lying to yourself but I understand,” he said. Grant’s jaw fell then snapped shut.
“Really?”
“You’re afraid of giving me something that still belongs to Chris. You don’t risk as much if you touch me but I might find something sacred if I touch you,” Bradshaw said softly. Grant gulped to hold back a gasp and what felt like the beginning of a heaving sob.