9. Wylie #4
Diego said nothing, but angled his head so that Wylie could maul his mouth.
Wylie thrust his tongue between Diego’s parted lips, needing to own him in some kind of primal claim.
More than accepting, Diego drew him in deeper, their tongues twisting and sparring as if battling one another.
Wylie rocked into his own tight fist and Diego grabbed a hold of Wylie’s thigh to steady him.
It was close enough to fucking that Wylie could imagine it clear as day, breaking down the other man until Diego was begging for it.
When his orgasm finally hit, the force of it left him breathless and dizzy and he had to lean on Diego for support.
His jizz landed all over Diego’s smooth skin, pooling on the top curve of his ass and dripping down with more of it landing on his thigh.
Wylie loosened his grip in order to lean back and admire his work.
A friggin’ masterpiece, he loved seeing his cum splashed against the man’s skin.
What would it take to make Diego his, permanently?
“What’s your love language?” Wylie asked, still panting and leaning heavily against Diego’s shoulder.
“What? What is that? I don’t know what that means.”
“Words of affirmation. Quality time. Gifts. Acts of service. Physical touch.” Wylie counted them off on his hand, not taking a breath the entire time, then demanded, “Which one?”
“I don’t know? Quality time?”
“Yeah,” Wylie said with a nod. “Mine too. That and physical touch. And words of affirmation. Absent fathers, abandonment, etc. I can work with that.” Diego only gave him a puzzled look in return.
“Turn around,” Wylie said, easing off the pressure of his fingers on Diego’s shoulder.
Diego turned fully and took him in. Surely, he looked wrecked, not only from sucking Diego’s dick in the hot sand but also from the explosive orgasm.
One of Diego’s pecs was red from where Wylie had gripped him so tightly.
Seeing his own handprint on the man’s skin made him wild with desire.
Mine, goddamnit.
Wylie rolled his shoulders, trying to regain control of himself.
His eyes landed on Diego’s face, and he intended to say something else, something sweet, when suddenly the man was upon him, gripping the back of his head and kissing the ever living shit out of him.
That unbridled passion was something Wylie wanted to see more of; he just had to learn the trigger.
Diego backed him up slowly, lips never leaving his, tongue mining his mouth for buried treasure, until their ankles hit the water. Diego continued his pursuit, only stopping when they were waist-deep in the Gulf. Wylie was dizzy from lack of oxygen, and he never wanted this to end.
At last, Diego pulled off and pushed him backward into the water, as if done with him. Wylie came up sputtering, then laughed when he saw Diego’s scowl, him standing there with his arms crossed, as if annoyed by how affected he’d become.
“What?” Wylie asked innocently.
“What the hell am I going to do with you?” Diego asked with a mixture of awe and exasperation.
“You liked it,” Wylie challenged. “All of it, didn’t you?”
Diego shrugged.
“Tell me which part you liked the most,” Wylie demanded.
“I don’t know. Just…you really went for it, huh?”
“Yeah, I did. I know what I want.” Wylie let that hang in the air for a bit, staring at him intently, and then asked, “Want me to clean you off?”
“No, I got it.” Diego reached down, scooping up the water to rub at his ass and upper thigh. Wylie grabbed his own dick and pumped it a few times, remembering just moments ago when he’d dirtied the man so spectacularly. He stood in the water so Diego could see what he was doing.
“I hope you get sand lice,” Diego said without taking his eyes off Wylie’s rock-hard dick.
“Better than crabs,” he replied with a smirk.
“Your recovery phase is like a minute,” Diego said with a mixture of awe and admiration.
“I could pump you full of cum and keep going,” Wylie assured him, getting a little light-headed himself from the visual.
“Christ, the things you say,” Diego said on a breathy exhale, then shook his head as if waking from a dream. “Come on. Your friends are probably waiting.”
“One more,” Wylie insisted and attacked the man’s mouth with a wet, sloppy kiss, turning this one into something softer and more sentimental.
Diego acquiesced, letting Wylie probe his mouth with tenderness before stiffening up and dunking him in the water again.
Maybe Wylie should work out, if for nothing else than to overpower him.
They waded back toward the shore, Wylie taking his time so he could admire Diego’s naked backside.
He’d never get tired of this view, noticing a new detail each time, like the sparse black hair that grew in whorls on his upper thighs, the tan line circling his waist from when Diego ran shirtless.
His ass cheeks, paler than the rest of him and smooth as satin, a full moon Wylie longed to worship. He wanted to eat that ass Right Now.
Patience.
They grabbed their discarded bathing suits from the beach and rinsed the sand out before putting them back on. Uncomfortable, but it wasn’t like they could show up back at the boat naked.
“So, would you let me?” Wylie asked again, lightly squeezing Diego’s ass for good measure. They were only a breath’s space apart, and Wylie could see everything in Diego’s soft, caramel-colored eyes.
“Let you what?” Diego asked, playing dumb.
“Let me fuck you, baby?” Wylie whispered it into Diego’s ear like a lullaby while sliding his hand up to the small of his back and planting it there.
“Pretty please, I’d be so sweet to you. Make you see stars.
The best you’ve ever had.” Was he overselling it?
Maybe, but the desire to make Diego feel all those things was definitely there
After a long, suspenseful silence, Diego replied with a sly grin, “Not on the first date.” He shoved Wylie again, then turned to jog back toward the boat. Wylie followed a little behind with a big, stupid grin on his face.
Diego was going to make him work for it. He expected nothing less.