Chapter 18
Chapter Eighteen
Dillon struck a pose on the diving board, loving that Coke had a real pool, like in ground, and all the stuff that went with it.
Once he made sure he had Coke’s attention, he bounced a few times and dove in, showing off a little.
The belly flop for laughs had been tempting, but he was naked, and that might hurt the business.
He popped up to the sound of applause, Coke stopping to watch and hoot. The man was like magic in the water—relaxed and flexible, moving like a teenager.
That was worth any amount of red skin. Speaking of which… “Time to put on more sunscreen.”
“Already? Cool.” He’d discovered that his own personal bullfighter was exceptional at lubing him up, not to mention satisfyingly eager about doing the job. He’d also discovered that saltwater pools were way easier on the eyes than chlorine.
“Hey, I might be tan by the time we get back to work.” Probably not, but it was worth a try.
“Maybe. I’ll make sure to keep you oiled up.” Coke grabbed the lotion. “Out of the water, honey.”
“Okay,” This was his favorite part. Dillon hauled his blinding ass out of the pool and headed to one of the fancy lounge chairs. Coke hummed softly, straddling him, the heavy cock snuggled right against his thighs. Then the rubbing and touching and coconut-smelling good started.
Dillon moaned, letting Coke touch him, soaking up the sun and the heat from that sturdy body. Damn. Good. Coke’s hands worked him hard, thumbs sliding up and down his spine. It made his toes curl, made his back arch, and he hummed with it, letting Coke know it was good. Really good.
“You’re hot, honey.” Coke leaned forward, kissed his shoulder.
“I am. Oh. I mean, yes, it’s hot, but if you think I’m attractive, then that’s good, too.” Shut. Up. Dillon.
Coke snorted. “Honey, I think you’re the finest thing the good Lord ever put on earth.”
His cheeks heated, along with everything else he had, and Dillon found himself grinning, wiggling. “Yeah? Well, that’s good, I guess. I mean, since I’m stupid about you.”
“Is that good?” Coke scooted down, rubbing the sunscreen into his ass.
“Yes.” That was so damned good it was almost obscene. His hips started a slow roll, his butt pushing right up.
Coke’s thumbs spread his thighs, just a little, working the lotion into the crease where thighs met ass, into the tight strip of skin behind his balls.
“Damn. Oh, damn.” He was starting to shake, his skin rising up with goose bumps. “Right there, Coke.”
“Yeah? I can do that, honey.” Fuck yeah, Coke could.
And did.
Over and over.
By the time the sunscreen was good and absorbed, Dillon was moaning and thrusting, his cock caught between his belly and the chair. Coke, the asshole, moved down, doing his legs, his feet. It didn’t seem to matter, though. Not really. Every little touch made him tingle.
“Gotta do the rest, honey.” Coke’s thumbs slid over his arches.
“The wha’?” Oh. The front. Oh, yum. He flipped like a pancake, letting Coke have him.
Coke started at the bottom, massaging his calves, his knees then the insides of his thighs. His cock stood at hard attention, his balls all pulled up from Coke breathing on him, touching him. “You’ve got good hands.”
“Thank you. You look… Damn.” Coke’s fingers got to his nuts, slicking them, stretching them out, a little bit.
“Like a greased pig?” That was so not sexy, but he needed to back it down or he’d come. Right now.
“Nope.” The tip of his cock got a thump—not hard enough to hurt, but hard enough to drive him out of his mind.
His eyes rolled back in his head, his hips pushing up and up. “Coke…”
“Mmm-hmm?” More lotion was squirted on his belly, his dick, one hand rubbing up along his abs, the other fingers wrapping around his cock.
“Making me crazy.” The sun beat down on his belly and chest, the cool lotion giving him the best kind of shivers. It was Coke who really made him crazy, though.
“Good. Slicking you up, honey.” Those hands kept working him.
“Uh. Uh-huh. Gonna do me, Coke?” Dillon spread his legs, pushing up, showing off. His cock pushed through Coke’s hand, begging more.
“Think I am, honey. After you’re all protected from that there sun.”
“Oh. I can help.” He held his hand down, letting Coke squirt some lotion on it. He rubbed it up over his chest, really getting into the spirit of it, pinching his nipples right up.
Coke moaned, lips parting, eyes hot on him. “Damn, Dillon…”
“You’re not lubing, babe.” He grinned, panting, writhing on the damned lounge.
“Sorry. Sorry, I got distracted.” Hell, yeah. Coke’s hand tightened, working his dick again.
“I know! What’s up with that?” Not that he wasn’t hellacious distracted, too. He rubbed the last of the lotion into his skin before reaching for Coke, stroking the man’s neck. “We should get you up here, so it’s more comfy. I can ride.”
He knew from the corded muscles under his hand that Coke would be hurting some, holding himself up. “You can come in the water, honey.”
“Oh, that’s a good idea.” That weightless thing worked so good for Coke. He needed to remember that.
Coke finished his shoulders, his arms, then swiped lotion over his cheeks and nose. “Let’s do it.”
“Okay.” He rolled up and planted a sloppy kiss on Coke’s mouth before slipping off into the water. Letting Coke chase him a little.
Coke could move, though, sliding into the pool and moving toward him like a shark, cutting through the water. Sweet. Dillon wasn’t that good a swimmer. Good, but not that good. Took Coke no time to grab him and pull him close, and he hung on and let himself be caught.
“Hey.” Coke moaned for him as their skin rubbed together. “You got no idea how bad I been wanting to try this.”
“Hey, I’m all about trying stuff.” He wrapped his legs around Coke’s waist, his arms around those amazing shoulders, and he took a kiss, lips and tongue begging for Coke to let him in.
Coke groaned and opened right up, holding him, rocking them together as if he weighed nothing.
One hand was on his ass—the other one was on the back of his neck, tugging him closer.
The cool water made his skin feel like it was steaming hot, which was a delicious contrast. Coke shifted him so that Coke’s dick rubbed all along his crease, the head nudging him, over and over.
“Damn. Damn. Coke. How can we…? I need you in me.” He clutched at Coke’s slick skin, trying to get closer.
Coke shifted him, tilted him until that hard cock nudged him, just a little. Oh, yeah. He bore down, opening up as best he could. He’d let Coke in, just like that. In a heartbeat. The touch scratched all the way in, so good, Coke pushing in little, random rocking motions.
“Coke!” His body clamped right down, trying to keep Coke out for a desperate moment before letting him in until they were fused together. The water lapped at his shoulders, wetting his hair when he put his head back, his eyes staring up at nothing.
“I got you. I got you, honey. Fuck, but you’re hot.” Coke breathed like a bellows, arms and legs like iron bars where they held him up.
“Me? Gonna make the water steam, Coke. You’re amazing.” His hips were moving of their own volition, going in little circles, his ass bouncing.
Coke chuckled, took a couple steps into the deeper water, then leaned forward and kissed him so hard that he might as well be drowning.
They almost submerged, but Coke’s strong legs kept them up, and the tiny spike of panic only made his heart beat faster.
His cock knew better. It trusted Coke enough to get even harder.
His own personal bullfighter never even wavered.
Coke found his balance and took him like a fucking machine, the pool giving that poor back the buoyancy it needed.
All of it, the sun and water and Coke’s body against his, it all conspired to make him shake.
He kissed Coke with all he had, lips bruising right up.
Those hazel eyes stared deep into him, Coke moaning into their kiss.
“Mmm-hmm.” Yeah. Like that. Dillon started working with the buoyancy moving enough that it slapped him back against Coke in waves.
Coke’s hands wrapped around his waist, adding that strength to his and to the water’s. They rocked, both of them breathing hard now, his ass on fire, his legs shaking. Dillon was so close. So close. He just needed a little friction.
“Come on. Touch your cock, honey. I wanna see.” Coke’s cheeks were dark red, the words whispered.
“Yeah.” Leaning back and letting the water carry him, Dillon reached down and grabbed his dick, stroking it hard and fast. He wanted Coke to have a show.
“Dillon. Oh, Christ.” Coke whimpered softly, hips smacking his ass, splashing as they moved.
“Coke. Coke. Gonna fly.” He loved that. Loved the way Coke looked just before he came. Dillon grunted, his cock jerking madly in his fist.
“Come for me, honey. Need it.” He believed that, too. One hundred percent.
So he did. He came so hard he drew blood biting his lip, his body rocking like a kiddy tub toy on a good bath night. Coke was fucking amazing.
“Mmm.” He could feel Coke’s dick, jerking inside him, the strong arms never wavering.
Dillon let the last tremors wash through him, let Coke have everything he needed. Lord, that felt good.
“Oh, man. That… You’re better than any fantasy.”
“Good.” He liked the sound of that. “Not that I don’t want you to fantasize about me when I have to be away. I do.”
“I ain’t sure I could stop.”
That had him grinning, his cheeks hot from a lot more than the sun. “Wanna float awhile? I can get the lounger dealie.”
“Sounds like heaven, honey.”
“Cool.” Making sure Coke was buoyant, he paddled off to get the big double floaty Coke had bought on the way to the ranch.
He might have to bring the sunscreen, though. He’d read that heavy physical activity might lessen its effectiveness.