Chapter 4 #2
Jace’s hand slid down his back to cup his bottom. “Remember how we played in the ocean?”
Oh yeah, Avery remembered vividly. “Yes, Daddy.” He could only whisper the words.
“What if I wanted to play like that again?”
He shuddered. Avery knew exactly what Jace meant.
“Here?” He barely resisted looking around. “With our friends so close?” He wasn’t a prude or anything. He’d seen things at the club they went to. But Jace hadn’t ever done anything public with him.
“Our friends aren’t going to notice a thing,” Jace assured him. He squeezed Avery’s butt hard.
It was impossible not to thrust his cock against his Daddy’s tummy. Avery wanted Jace. Like he always did.
“You’ll watch out for me?” He didn’t even need to ask.
“Always.”
“Yes, I want to play.”
Jace grinned before he slipped his hands under the back of Avery’s swim trunks. His finger rubbing through his crack. He hadn’t been filled since before they left the house. He was horny and pressed back against Jace’s finger.
“Hold on, boy. Let me get the lube.”
“No, don’t leave me!”
“I’m not leaving you. I just need to reach in my pocket.”
“You brought lube into the water? You planned this?”
“Making love to my boy in front of a waterfall? You could say that I planned that. And more.”
Making love in front of a waterfall. The clear water bouncing off the surface and onto his shoulder. He clung tight as Jace’s right hand disappeared from his back. Then Jace’s hand was back and inside his shorts again.
“I’m going to slip your shorts off,” Jace told him. “Don’t worry. I’ll hold on to them.”
“What if someone sees me?” The water was too clear for him not to be seen.
“No one will see you but me,” Jace told him. “No one else matters.”
“Do it,” Avery agreed. He didn’t feel little at that moment. Jace was still his Daddy. That didn’t ever change. But he felt bold, strong, confident. “Take me. Right here.”
“That’s my boy.” Jace kissed him. Deep, thoroughly, and erotically.
He didn’t need Jace’s help removing his shorts. He pushed them past his hips, forcing Jace’s hand out. Avery kicked his legs, trying to get them off. Jace laughed while catching them.
“Safe in my pocket,” Jace said.
It was weird. This feeling of water touching every bit of him. Avery spread his legs out. Holy cow! That was tingling his hole.
“Like that, baby boy?” Jace asked, returning his fingers to Avery’s crack.
Avery nodded. He thought he did. It…was different but he was excited. “Can I have your finger?”
Jace leaned forward and nibbled on his chin. “You want Daddy to fuck your sweet little hole with his fingers?”
“Then your cock!” he exclaimed boldly.
“You must be horny,” Jace teased. His finger brushed over Avery’s hole without breaching.
“Put it in! Put it in,” Avery demanded.
Jace shoved not one but two fingers inside.
Avery jerked in surprise but as turned on as he was, there was no pain. Pleasure washed over him as Jace plunged those two digits in and out.
Avery rode his fingers fast. He wasn’t used to this desperate feeling of need inside him. Avery was loved on day and night—Jace never denied him—but at that moment he was beyond feeling anything he’d ever experienced before.
“Please fuck me, please.” Avery never cussed. The words didn’t appeal to him. But that was what he wanted at that moment. No gentle lovemaking. Avery needed to be consumed and taken. This beautiful place freed his soul. Made him powerful.
Jace yanked his fingers out of Avery’s hole, none too gently. Then his teeth were on his neck. The sting on his skin matching that of his ass.
Avery hissed but didn’t complain.
Then Jace was holding Avery’s legs wide. The water caressing his balls and dick. And his Daddy entered his body slowly. Filled Avery’s hole with his hard, thick cock. Avery dropped his head back.
The clear sky above him, the spray of the water across his skin, all that paled in comparison as Jace did what Avery had asked.
He fucked him. Avery sank his nails into Jace’s shoulders and enjoyed the ride.
This was a new side of Jace, of their relationship, and Avery didn’t want to miss a second of it.
* * *
Mitch
Byron hammered his cock against Mitch’s prostate so fast that Mitch was growing light-headed. Hidden behind the curtain of water cascading down from the top of the fall, Mitch couldn’t hear or see anything but the man in front of him. No one mattered but Byron.
When Byron had snuck them under and behind the fall, Mitch was still astonished by the sight. He hadn’t suspected anything close to what Byron had in store for him. How had he not known about the waterfall? About this perfect little spot?
Then Byron had held Mitch close and touched him. Byron had touched every inch of Mitch. Soft, featherlight caresses. Harder pinches against sensitive flesh. Mitch hadn’t been sure if he was being pleasured or punished. They were the same, weren’t they? At least to Mitch.
When Byron’s hand came down on his ass every morning, Mitch felt loved. The pain often morphed into so much pleasure that he drifted off in peacefulness. He came. Most of the time. Byron also enjoyed denying him, which Mitch loved and hated.
Contradictions. His life was full of them.
As Byron had played Mitch liked an instrument, Mitch had come and still Byron hadn’t stopped his wickedness. Not until Mitch had become a shuddering, whimpering mess. Then his back had been pressed against the rock hidden by the fall and Byron had thrust hard and deep inside him.
Byron went wild.
Mitch had no place to put his hands. No chance of anchoring himself as Byron rode him. He was completely at Byron’s mercy. His body was being used up. There wasn’t an inch of him that he couldn’t feel. Every part of his body was alive.
Mitch wasn’t even in control of his dick.
He had no control over anything. Mitch didn’t need to.
Surrendering gave him what he’d been searching for.
Byron gave him what he needed. Mitch came a second time.
No hand on his cock. No assistance. Byron’s shaft pressing against his prostate until Mitch’s body complied with what his Daddy wanted.
It was always what his Daddy wanted.
He was just lucky enough that what Byron wanted was also what was best for him.
Byron kissed him. Mitch leaned into him with all the strength that he had left. One, two, three more thrusts and he was being filled with Byron’s come. Hot, burning, marking Mitch as belonging to Byron. For always.