Common sense drained from me as if it had never been there at all. Billy was staring at my dick too. I sat up, giving him a better view, and held out my hand.
He laughed. “Seriously? You think that’s a good idea?”
“We haven’t figured out why it’s a bad idea yet.”
“True. But it definitely is.”
I couldn’t deny it, but the longer I stared at him, the less I cared. Since Billy had come home to Rushmere, I’d fought the devil in me that gave in so easily to the call of another man’s body. After less than a minute in his company, it hadn’t been another man, it had only been him. No one else had crossed my mind for weeks. And I’d lost that fight, more than once, and I was about to lose it again. Billy called to me like a siren without moving a goddamn muscle. He didn’t speak. Just watched me edge closer to him, until something in him seemed to break.
He met me in the middle, and I had him on his back before we could blink. I kissed him, and he responded with a low groan that made my head spin. Water sloshed around us, and my hands sank into the sandy mud of the lake bed. Anyone could’ve walked up on us, but I didn’t care about that either.
Billy wrapped his scarred hands around my hips. His fingertips stroked the base of my spine. It was intimate, and sweet, and sexy as hell. I kissed him some more, then pulled back and studied his face, searching for something—anything—that would clue me in to what he actually wanted.
He stared back at me with a yearning I couldn’t decipher. Had he changed his mind about wanting me to fuck him? I doubted much had changed in the short space of time since we’d been rolling around on the living room floor, and the knowledge I couldn’t fuck him anyway, here, out in the open, with no rubbers or lube, grounded me. As if anything else that happened bore no consequence.
Because I was an idiot like that.
I shifted Billy further out of the water, and walked up his torso on my knees. I brought my dick to his lips and paused, giving him the chance to back away.
But he didn’t back away. He smirked, opened his mouth, and swallowed me down.
“Jesus.” My head fell back, and my mind emptied of all that wasn’t my cock sliding in and out of Billy’s sinful mouth. Billy was right, this wasn’t a good idea, and it never had been. We had to stop, but as he brought me to a climax that made my toes curl and knees shake, it was hard to imagine how.
Billy
Gus came like he did everything else, gently, and with respect. I kind of wanted him to lose his fucking mind and ram his dick down my throat, but in hindsight, I was glad he didn’t. Gus was big everywhere.
He slid out of my mouth and bent to kiss me. I pulled him down on top of me, not giving a single fuck about the stones digging into my back. I’d never been so turned on in my life. If he’d asked me, I’d probably have let him spin me round and fuck me, but of course, he didn’t. Gus heard everything. Even the things I didn’t say. It was me who needed to listen more.
After I’d shot my brains out of my dick, cos there was no way I was thinking coherently before then.
Gus covered me with his body, and pressed me against the ground. He gripped my chin, holding me in place as he kissed me, and—
Voices broke the quiet. Loud voices. Approaching voices. Gus stopped kissing me. He stared at me for a long moment before it seemed to dawn on both of us that getting caught with our pants down wouldn’t be our finest hour.
Life sometimes moved so fast.
In the blink of an eye, we scrambled out of the lake, dressed, and climbed back on our bikes.
Gus was quiet. Too quiet. I fought the urge to fill his silence with noise, and instead focussed on his expression when he’d shot down my throat. His glazed eyes, and slack jaw. It was everything I’d dreamt of when I’d dreamt of him.
And I’d dreamt of him a lot.
A lot a lot.
And now I had a reality to match my years-old fantasies, I was well and truly fucked. Watching Gus come was addictive. I didn’t need any more bad habits, but it was too late. I was hooked, and I’d have sucked his dick all day long if porning it up in a public place of natural beauty wasn’t a messed-up idea all round.
We rode on, leaving the park without seeing whichever souls had spoiled the party. I was behind Gus this time. He rode hard. I figured he’d head for the beacon a few miles away, but he turned back into town, and I followed him home.
He skidded to an elegant stop on the driveway and dismounted. I climbed off my bike, watching him, as he hauled the garage door open and threw his bike carelessly inside. That shit wasn’t normal. Gus wasn’t a neat freak, but I knew he had feelings for his bike. I wheeled mine inside and set it down with more care. “Are you—”
Gus grabbed me and yanked the garage door shut, trapping us inside with the cobwebs, tools, and exercise equipment. He propelled me against the nearest wall and was on me before I could snatch a breath. “That’s twice you’ve done that to me.”
I fought his hold because I liked the sensation of him resisting. “Done what?”
“Made me come like that. You’re bad for my stamina.”
I didn’t want to think about his stamina, because that meant thinking about him with other men, and I’d done
