Chapter 24
Dmitri
Once our afternoon on the boat is done, we find an empty stretch of beach.
The guys lay out their towels and crack open some drinks, but I have other plans and drag Eric into the water.
We swim to a rock formation big enough to hide behind, and although the rest of the band is too close for comfort, neither of us can wait any longer.
Once we're out of sight, he scrambles into my lap to straddle my thighs. His legs tremble slightly as he settles, and I remind him I have a promise to uphold. My finger slips into his mouth to collect his spit, letting him suck and swirl until it's slick, then work my hand around to his hole.
“That’s it,” I praise in a low mutter as my finger slides in and out deliberately. His cock pushes hard against the front of his ridiculous swimsuit, flexing visibly every time I rub against his prostate. “Look at you and that perfect cock. You're already leaking for me.”
He moans too loud, and I have to shush him with a sharp, “Quiet, baby,” as my free hand clamps over his mouth for a second. It's a fight for both of us to keep silent, the risk of being heard only making the heat sharper.
“Do you want another?” I ask, sliding a second finger through the spit coating his hole and pressing just enough to make him gasp. “Hmm? You want more of me inside you?”
“F-fuck, yes,” he groans, arching his back as I work the second finger in.
“Shit, that’s so good.” My fingers pump into him in a slow, steady rhythm, curling to hit that spot again and again.
He rocks his hips, chasing the pressure in his desperation to take more.
When he reaches to stroke himself, I swat his hand away with a low growl.
“You haven’t been given permission to touch yourself.”
He whines, hips stuttering, completely at my mercy. “Please, baby,” he begs.
My fingers scissor to stretch him further, and his head throws back with a broken moan as he snaps his hips to chase the pleasure. His body trembles under my touch, thighs quivering around my wrist.
“You’re going to take another,” I say, voice firm as I watch his every reaction.
His eyes widen as he stares at me with his cheeks flushed crimson and pupils blown wide.
The raw lust in his gaze makes my pulse pound.
The sight of him so wrecked—lips parted, breath ragged, sweat beading on his collarbones—makes my mouth move faster than my brain.
“You can take one more finger. I need you ready when I fuck you.”
My name leaves him as a desperate moan before his hips rock faster, grinding down greedily. “N… now?” he gasps.
My third finger circles his rim before working into his tight hole. I'm careful, monitoring every twitch, gasp, and flutter of muscle around me to make sure I'm not hurting him, but as his eyes drift closed and his chest heaves with sharp, needy breaths, I know it isn't pain.
He loves this.
Throaty curses roll from his lips along with a steady chant of my name, whines turning higher and more desperate and body arching like he's trying to take me deeper. His cock thumps visibly against his stomach as my fingers slide in, curling just right to stroke that spot that makes him shudder.
“Not now. When I fuck you, it will be somewhere I can take my time with you. Lay your body out and worship you until you’re so drained you can’t move. Do you want that? My cock inside you instead of my hand?”
“I want you to fuck me now,” he begs, hips speeding up and voice cracking with raw need. “Please, please… please, baby. Give it to me.”
“I don't want to hurt you, Eric. But soon, okay? Very soon, and I’ll take such good care of you.”
His forehead presses hard against mine, sharing ragged breaths as he pants against my mouth with pleading eyes. “Do you… do you promise?”
He’s so close, body strung tight and trembling on the edge, and I'm so hard I think I could come just from watching him unravel. My fingers thrust faster, matching his frantic rhythm.
“What should I do with all your cum?” I ask, voice low. “Let it soak your clothes so you have to wear it the rest of the day? Should I make you sit in your filth to remind you that you came with my fingers in your ass?”
“Yes,” he hisses, hips jerking wildly. “Fuck, yes—mark me with it. Make me feel it.”
“Yeah, you’d love that, huh? Being my filthy boy?
” Water sloshes violently around us as he works himself to the edge, thighs trembling and jerking with every thrust of my fingers.
His hands slam onto my shoulders for leverage as he bears down, taking me knuckle-deep with a desperate grind.
“That’s it… take what you need. I want to feel you come. ”
His head throws back, body quivering and mouth falling open in a perfect, silent O as he clamps hard around my fingers.
“Fuck!” he gasps, then a low, guttural moan tears from his throat. His cock jerks inside his suit, pounding in visible, rhythmic beats as thick streams of cum soak through the fabric in dark patches. The material clings, outlining every pulse as he empties himself for me.
“What a good boy,” I purr against his ear.
“So fucking desperate, coming untouched just from my fingers.” The muscles flutter and contract around me as he shudders, moaning softly until he sags against my chest. His breath hot and heavy against my neck and he whimpers quietly as I slowly slide my fingers out.
I dot soft kisses along his flushed face, tasting the salt of his sweat. “I didn’t hurt you, did I?”
He huffs a quiet laugh, voice still rough from release. “It stung at first, but I don’t think I’ve ever come that hard.”
Eric shifts in my lap, then freezes when he feels me pressing against him. He slides backward on my thighs until the tip of my cock pokes out from the side of the absurd suit. He drags a single fingertip up the underside, watching it leap and twitch against his touch.
“You sure you don’t want to fuck me?” he asks, biting his lip hard enough to leave a mark.
I groan, hips jerking. “Don’t tempt me. I’m not going to rush through your first time.”
He glides his hand up my shaft as a rush of pre-cum trickles down my length. My eyes roll back as I grind against his palm, chasing the friction. “You probably wouldn’t last long enough to fill all these promises you’re making, would you?”
“Probably not,” I grit out with a breathy laugh.
He hooks a finger through my swimsuit, tugging it aside to expose me completely. Both hands circle my cock, stroking with a light, twisting grip that makes my thighs shake.
“You’re already so close, aren’t you?” he rasps. When I nod frantically, he grins wickedly before leaning forward to spit onto my cock and spreading it with slow, slick palms.
“More,” I gasp, hips straining upward, but he pins me down with an iron grip. A single strand of saliva glistens as it leaves his parted lips, and it's warm as it lands on my skin. His hands move faster, tightening around me and stroking until my vision blurs.
“Fuck, Eric, I’m not going to last. I’m too…” My feet find grip on the wet rocks as I thrust up into his fist. My balls tighten painfully around my shaft, aching for release. “Too close,” I grunt.
He wraps his second hand back around me, huge palms swallowing my cock completely. “You’re going to come all over me,” he orders. “Soak me so I have to wear it the rest of the day. That’s what you want, isn’t it? For me to be dirty for you?”
“Fuck, yes,” I cry out, powerful breaths forcing their way through clenched teeth as I shove up into him.
The orgasm crashes through me, intense and sudden, a bullet of pure pleasure tearing down my spine and exploding outward.
He doesn't relent, continuing to stroke my erupting cock as heavy, draining spurts of cum shoot all the way up to his mouth in thick ropes.
I keep thrusting, groaning loudly as the streams drench the front of his swimsuit, streaking up his chest and stomach in hot, messy trails.
After I’m spent, Eric releases me, and my cock falls against my leg. Cum dribbles from his lips and down his chin, and I take a mental snapshot of him just like this.
“Fuck, you came so much,” he laughs, voice raspy.
“Honestly, even I'm impressed by it,” I tease with a chuckle. “Everyone should find a boyfriend that can do that trick.”
He slides my bathing suit back in place, then presses his cum-covered lips against mine. I drag my tongue across his skin before sliding it into his mouth, and he lets out a sweet moan at the taste passing between us.
After a long, languid kiss, he pulls back. “Boyfriend, huh?”
“You caught that, huh?” I ask with a grin.
“Is that what you want?”
“Yeah, maybe.”
He scoffs and swats my chest. “Only maybe? Ouch.”
He tries to kiss me again, but I catch him by his hair and pull him back to meet my eyes. Despite our playful banter, I need him to hear me. “Boyfriend seems like such a weak word for us, doesn't it?”
Eric bites his lip again, his eyes flitting around my face. “I dunno, it has a certain appeal to it. And you… would be my first.”
My eyes soften as I pull him in for another sweet kiss. “It just feels so ordinary for what we have. Am I wrong for thinking this feels like more?”
“No,” he whispers, curling back into my chest. “You're not wrong.”
My lips press against his temple as his fingers trace mindlessly across my stomach. “Is it too soon to say that?”
“No,” he whispers again.
“I've never been like this with anyone before,” I admit. “I mean, don't get me wrong, the physical is amazing, but we're more than that. You make me feel safe… like this is safe with you.” I drag his hand until his palm is flat over my heart.
“Yeah,” he says, voice catching. “When you say it like that, it seems a bit insignificant, doesn’t it?”
“It does,” I agree as I tilt his head so my lips can brush against his, and I relish the shiver it causes. “But I guess it’ll have to do for now.”
“For now,” he parrots as he wraps his arms around my neck.