Chapter 35 #2
Outside, sunlight scorches my skin and the sharp punch of chlorine hits my nose. Water laps gently against the concrete edges of the pool, nudged by the slight breeze.
“What did you do, bribe them to reserve the pool for us?” I tease.
“For everyone,” he clarifies. “I just thought we could all use a relaxing afternoon.”
He tugs my hand gently and guides me to the other side of the pool. Two loungers are placed side by side, and a table sits between them with a brown glass bottle on top.
A hint of red appears on Connor’s cheeks as he shifts between his feet. “It’s supposed to be our spot at the resort? I had limited resources. There isn’t a beach, obviously, and they didn’t have banana rum—”
I throw myself into his arms, silencing him with a kiss. “I love it,” I whisper, the words muffled against his lips.
There’s a shift between us as he binds me to him—a terrible, sweet ache in my chest as he deepens the kiss. His tongue swipes into my mouth, rolling against mine. It hits me with profound clarity that with him I’m happy, free, goddamned electric, but most of all, I’m certain.
Never breaking our kiss, he leads me to the loungers and settles into one before pulling me onto his lap. I pour everything I’m feeling into him, and for a few blissful minutes, the world fades to the two of us.
A loud catcall shatters the moment. Eric looks smug as he and Dmitri walk in our direction.
“To be continued,” I promise.
“Don’t let us interrupt,” Eric says, dropping into my lounger. “Nobody ever turned down the chance to watch a couple of hot guys going at it on a pool chair.”
Dmitri raises his hand. “Um, yes, actually, they have. It’s me. I’m turning it down.”
“Oh, come on, babe,” Eric teases, taking Dmitri by surprise as he yanks him into his lap. “Don’t act all high and mighty, pretending you haven’t blown me behind their backs before.”
“Eric!” Dmitri hisses.
My jaw drops. “When exactly have these public blowjobs been happening?”
Dmitri closes his eyes and tilts his head toward the sky like he’s praying for patience, while Eric’s grin stretches all the way across his face. “The backseat of that van in Vienna.”
“I was talking to you,” I scold.
His shoulders bounce with a deep chuckle. “Yeah, I know. It wasn’t my mouth that was full.”
“Jesus, give me fucking strength,” Dmitri mutters, face flaming.
Theo sashays over, Dante trailing behind him with a hiked brow. “Are you finally admitting to that backseat BJ?” Theo asks.
“How do you know about that?” Dmitri demands.
Theo wiggles his brows as he kicks off his flip-flops. “Let’s just say the dark tinting came in handy.” He snorts and nudges Dante. “Get it?”
“I’m going to go drown myself now,” Dmitri announces before shucking his shirt and diving into the pool. Eric cackles, then strips his top and jumps in after him with far less grace. Water splashes over me, the chilly droplets a welcome relief on my overheated skin.
“Come, sweetheart,” Connor says, kissing my shoulder. “Let’s make sure you don’t burn.” He squirts a generous dollop of sunscreen into his palm, then rubs it on my arms and shoulders.
“I’m perfectly capable of doing this myself,” I say.
“Yeah, I know.” He spins me so he can coat my back, then leans closer to whisper in my ear.
“But I love”—he pauses on the word as my heart skips an entire beat—“taking care of you.” He rubs the lotion into my back before sneaking around to my chest and down to my stomach, fingers raking through my happy trail and slipping under the waistband of my trunks.
I twist to look at him over my shoulder. “What did I say earlier? Cock tease.” Thankfully, nobody is paying attention as I reach for the bottle and return the favor, slathering him in sunscreen before we sit.
The whole team is outside now. Bruce and Aaron are in one corner of the pool, relaxing while still watching the door.
Monica sunbathes with her hat shielding her face.
Eric and Dmitri roughhouse in the deep end, while Dante sits on the steps with Theo perched on his lap, wearing his huge cat-eye sunglasses.
“This was a great idea,” I say. Plastic cracks as Connor twists the cap off the rum and holds it up to his nose. “You didn’t steal it this time, right? Getting an international felony isn’t on my bingo card for this year.”
“Bought fair and square from the concierge. I asked if he could find banana rum, but he looked at me like I sprouted an extra head. We have to settle on regular old rum.”
“What a shame.”
He takes a swig straight from the bottle, then hisses and shakes his head. “Still fucking horrid,” he rasps as he hands it over.
I tip the bottle up, wincing at the burn as it slides down my throat. After the initial shock, it goes down easier, and we pass the bottle back and forth. It doesn’t take long before we both have a good buzz going.
“Hey, Tai?” Connor says, voice slightly slurred.
“Hmm?” I ask, eyes closed.
“Wanna play a game?”
“What do you have in mind?”
He sits up, tilting his head toward the sun with a wide smile. “Double Dare.”
“You got something in mind already, I take it?”
“I do,” he croons. “I double dare you to tell me what you thought about the last time you jerked off.”
I choke on a laugh. “Wow, no warmup, huh? Are you trying to give me a boner in front of everyone?”
He shrugs as he lifts the bottle and drinks deeply. “I mean, we never discussed the consequences of not fulfilling the dare.”
I snatch the rum from his hand, hissing as I take another long swig. “You want to hear about my fantasies, chippoke?”
He watches me with hooded eyes. “Yeah, I do.”
“I could fill a whole afternoon with the filthy fantasies I have of you tied up and bent over.” I take another swig. “Recently, though? I have this image of being on stage while you hide under my piano on all fours, sucking me off and trying to stay quiet.”
“Good luck with that,” he mutters.
My lips curve into a grin as I pass him the rum. “You edge me for hours, and I have to pretend nothing is happening when I finally come down your throat.”
“Holy shit,” he groans, “that’s hot.” His cock flexes under his swim shorts, and he drops a hand over his crotch to hide it.
“Your turn.”
He draws in a long inhale. “Mine isn’t a fantasy—it’s the memory of that night in the bathroom at the resort.
Feeling you inside me, then your cum dripping out of my ass and making a mess of my suit.
The… the way it made me come in my pants.
” His cock flexes again, and he’s so hard I can trace the outline through his shorts.
“Did you like losing control?” I ask, sitting and turning to face him.
“Only since it was you taking it.”
“Good boy,” I whisper, glancing behind my back to find the others preoccupied. My knees spread, and Connor’s gaze drops to where the tip of my cock juts out from the leg of my shorts. Pre-cum sticks to my thigh as it throbs, visibly twitching.
“My turn,” I say, forcing his eyes back to mine. “I double dare you to do a body shot off me.”
There’s no hesitation as his knees hit the concrete, and he pushes my legs wider. His palm lands on my cock, pinning it against my thigh as he drags his hand back and forth. My blood is molten as he slowly jerks me. Every downward sweep pushes my trunks back, exposing the very tip of my erection.
He leans in and claims my lips. “You’re so hard,” he murmurs into our kiss. The angle of our bodies hides his hand from the others, and he slides it into my trunks to wrap his fingers around me. Heavy throbs roll through my core, the intensity causing my breath to catch in my lungs.
“Now, what was the dare?” he asks. “A body shot?”
“Yeah,” I breathe.
He grabs the rum and nudges my shoulder. “Lean back on your hands.”
The exhilaration of the risk has me buzzing and on edge. I lean back as he holds the bottle up, letting amber liquid roll down my chest and stomach to pool in my belly button.
His eyes never leave mine as his tongue licks leisurely up my body then dips into my navel.
He pushes my trunks a few inches lower until the root of my cock is exposed, thick and pushing down into my shorts.
I swallow a moan as my knuckles bleach around the edge of the chair.
A second stream wets my torso, and he sucks it off my stomach in open-mouthed, tonguing kisses.
His head drops lower and lower, until his tongue drags over the base of my erection, and with no warning he grips it with his lips.
Release slams into me in a rush, my cock jerking against his palm as cum stripes my thigh and trickles down my leg.
My teeth sink into my lip, fighting to stay silent as the muscles at my core hammer.
His deliberate strokes draw out my orgasm as he releases a rich, filthy chuckle and kisses me once more.
“Fuck, you came so fast,” he murmurs against my lips, his fingers dragging through my release and rubbing it into my skin. “Look at you—making such a pretty mess for me.”
I’m still catching my breath, cheeks burning, when I manage a shaky laugh. “You started it with your dare. I just finished it.”
“Oh, you finished alright, sweetheart,” he says with a satisfied grin.
I take the bottle from him. “It’s my turn now. How close are you?”
His pupils are blown as his chest heaves. “So fucking close. I almost came just from that.”
“You are trouble.” I give him a slow stroke as he bites his lip.
He’s breathless, hazel eyes locked on mine. “You’ve mentioned that before.”
“Then it must be extra true,” I counter. “Now, lean back.”
He tilts his body backward and I pour the rum over him, mesmerized by the way it slides through the strands of his chest hair and trickles along his abdomen. When I lean forward and slurp the alcohol off his skin, he tenses.
“Close?” I ask as I meet his eyes and stroke him again, feeling his cock swell as I dip my tongue into his navel.
His lips part in a whimper as his hips jerk. “I can’t—” he starts, then whines again. “I’m gonna—” My name leaves him as a soft moan as his cock throbs against my palm, and a burst of white seeps through the fabric of his trunks.
“Good boy,” I whisper, stroking him through it as his thighs tremble. His whole body shudders as I collect the cum off his shorts and lift my fingers to his mouth. Obediently, he sucks them in, licking each one clean.
I guide his lips to mine in a kiss that quickly turns heated. The taste of cum, sweat, and alcohol passes between us, and I tear myself away before I’m ready for another round of play.
“Come on,” I say. “Let’s get in the water and cool off.”
“Yes, sir.” He grabs my nape and hauls me into a deeper kiss. He pulls back, eyes slightly unfocused as they move around my face. “Tai, I…” He trails off, swallowing roughly before kissing me again.
We’re tangled up in each other as we stand, and I yelp as he swings me into his arms and carries me to the pool. Cool water makes us groan as it washes over our sun-warmed skin, and once we’re chest-deep, he puts me down.
We’re leaned against the edge, basking in the post-orgasm bliss when Eric swims over. He leans in, lips right next to my ear. “I saw that.”
My eyes are wide as I whirl to stare at him, but he only winks before he turns away. He swims back to Dmitri and shoves him against the side of the pool with an aggressive kiss.
“You’re welcome,” I call over.
His shoulders shake as he laughs, not bothering to spare me another glance.