Skyler
“Baby.”
Hmm. Good point.
That makes Trevor chuckle. “Should I be concerned about my dick falling off before the end of this vacation?”
“Don’t act like you don’t want to fuck just as much as I do.”
“Of course I do, baby,” Trevor assures him.
And to prove it, he grabs Skyler by the hips again and guides him back and forth a couple times over his lap until Skyler can feel Trevor’s cock starting to harden.
“But I want to do other things with you, too. I want to get that couple’s massage we planned, and I want to relax on the beach with frozen cocktails.
Go horseback riding along the water, maybe book a guide to take us snorkeling.
I’ll be too tired for all that if you start fucking my brains out on day one. ”
Skyler considers what he’s saying but then shakes his head. “That’s what coffee is for. And Jamaica’s known for its coffee, right?”
Laughing again, Trevor just says, “I love you.”
Which Skyler will take as his husband’s enthusiastic consent.
He lifts his hips up enough to reach into Trevor’s front pocket and get his phone out. Handing it to him, Skyler says, “Ask for a carafe of coffee and a large fruit and cheese plate with extra dragon fruit. Maybe some croissants.”
“What about that Jamaican flatbread thing you like?” Trevor asks, pulling up the contact for the private chef they’ve been assigned. They’ve already done some planning with him for a few of the nicer dinners they’ll have.
“Ooh, yes, bammy! And remember, thirty minutes. No sooner.”
With an eye roll, Trevor makes the call.
While he relays their requests, Skyler resumes grinding on his lap.
When he leans down to suck on Trevor’s neck, Trevor quickly winds a hand in his hair and tugs him back.
Undeterred, Skyler just keeps grinding, and Trevor doesn’t relinquish his hold, basically forcing Skyler to pull his own hair as he moves.
But the tiny bites of pain only turn him on more.
After what feels like forever to Skyler, but was really less than a minute, Trevor hangs up and sets his phone on the table beside them. Then he uses both hands to grip Skyler’s ass cheeks and pull him fully against Trevor’s cock, holding him there as he takes Skyler’s mouth in a hard kiss.
Thrilled to finally be getting what he wants, Skyler returns the kiss hungrily.
His tongue seeks out Trevor’s as his hands roam over Trevor’s abs and chest. They’re both fully hard now.
Skyler’s reluctant to get off Trevor’s lap, but his cock is begging to be freed from his pants.
So he stands up and makes quick work of getting naked, pleased when he sees Trevor doing the same from his position in the chair.
“Lube?” Trevor asks.
Skyler nods, crouching down to unzip one of the side compartments of his duffle. He knows exactly where he put it. With the lube in hand, he takes his favorite seat back in Trevor’s lap.
Trevor eyes the rather large bottle skeptically. “I feel like I should ask again if you plan on making my dick fall off during this trip.”
Giggling, Skyler tells him, “I figured better safe than sorry. I really wouldn’t want to ask the concierge to go get us more. Would you?”
“You’re so thoughtful, baby,” Trevor deadpans. But he takes the lube and carefully squeezes some onto his fingers.
Skyler very helpfully lifts up onto his knees to give Trevor better access to his ass, and Trevor wastes no time in finding Skyler’s hole.
He circles Skyler’s rim with one fingertip, peppering Skyler’s stomach with kisses while he does it.
After only a few seconds, Skyler wants to sink right down on that finger.
But Trevor’s free hand is on his waist, urging him to stay up.
“I’d love to take my time playing with you,” Trevor says, slowly slipping one finger inside, then sliding it back out and already adding another one.
Skyler relishes the stretch. “I could keep you like this. Let you ride my hand, but not enough to make you come. I could wait until you’re crying, begging me for your release before I fuck you.
But we only have thirty minutes, so I guess we’d better make this hard and fast.”
With that, he curls his fingers and nudges against Skyler’s prostate.
Skyler gasps, rocking his hips to feel more pressure there.
He’s riding Trevor’s hand like Trevor said, and Trevor lets him.
Trevor only stops him long enough to get a third finger stuffed inside Skyler’s hole, and then Skyler goes back to working himself over.
“I’m ready, ready, ready,” he chants. He slows enough for Trevor to remove his fingers, then he immediately reaches for Trevor’s cock and lines it up with his stretched hole.
Trevor groans in pleasure as Skyler sinks down, taking it all at once.
He said hard and fast, and Skyler has no problem with that.
Although Trevor helps somewhat, guiding Skyler up and down by the hold on his hips and thrusting his own hips up occasionally, it’s really Skyler doing all the work. And that’s fine.
He loves working for it, hands on Trevor’s shoulders, controlling the pace and angle, taking what he needs from his husband’s cock.
It’s not long before his thighs are burning from the effort, but he’s so close. If he had more time, he could surely make himself come untouched, but they’re on a time limit, so. “Touch me,” he says. And Trevor doesn’t waste any time in following the order.
All it takes is a few rough strokes and a twist of Trevor’s wrist over Skyler’s cockhead, and Skyler is shooting off between them. Skyler gazes down, his eyes just barely focused enough to watch as the white ropes land and slide down Trevor’s abs.
And then Trevor takes over. Skyler slumps forward as Trevor starts thrusting his hips up forcefully while yanking Skyler’s down at the same time.
It leaves Skyler breathless, but he’s happy to be used like this.
Trevor grunts before his hips still and he holds Skyler tightly in place, his cock buried to the hilt in Skyler’s ass as he releases into him.
“Check the time,” Skyler says, finding the energy to grin down at Trevor. “I bet we could even go again before the food gets here.”
He’s definitely joking—he’s worn out from that fuck and needs some time to recover—but it’s fun playing the role of a sex fiend for Trevor.
Well. He supposes it doesn’t count as playing a role if he really is a sex fiend.
It’s not his fault he’s addicted to getting off with his husband, okay?
Trevor’s hotness and skills are clearly to blame.
“Uh huh, sure,” Trevor says. “How about we get dressed instead so we don’t traumatize the concierge?”
Skyler shrugs that off. “I’m sure he’s seen worse.”
He gets up on shaky legs anyway, though, because he’s nothing if not polite, and wanders off in search of the bathroom to get cleaned up. Trevor follows him, bringing all their discarded clothing. They probably don’t have time to change into new outfits right now.
When the concierge escorted them into their bungalow, he offered to unpack and hang their clothes, but Skyler declined. Mostly because he couldn’t wait to fuck Trevor, but also a little bit because he tries not to make people wait on him for things he could just as easily do himself.
After a quick wipe off, Skyler and Trevor make their way back into the main living area, and Skyler takes the chance to admire the aesthetics. Most of the furniture and décor seems to be made of bamboo and teakwood, with pristine white cushions anywhere a cushion is needed.
Well. The one on that chair might not be so pristine anymore.
The thought makes Skyler grin. When Trevor suggested they make time to take a vacation together, just the two of them, Skyler immediately showed his enthusiasm for that great idea with a blowjob.
A preview of what was to come. So really, Trevor couldn’t have been too surprised when Skyler jumped him as soon as they arrived, right?
They could’ve gone anywhere in the world, gone on some kind of crazy adventure if they wanted to. Lord knows, they can afford it. But they’ve already been around the world together. More than once. They’ve seen plenty of it.
Now they’re only looking for relaxation, privacy, simplicity, and a little bit of luxury. And accommodations with a pretty view and plenty of surfaces to fuck on.
Okay, that last one might only have been Skyler’s stipulation. But when Trevor found this Jamaican resort and Skyler saw the hammock in the photos of the bungalow’s outdoor space, he was sold.
He’ll need to check out the hammock later to see how sturdy it is.
Skyler had an incredibly relaxing morning.
He and Trevor scheduled their couples massage for today, but Trevor surprised him by also scheduling Skyler for a facial and a manicure first. So he got his nails painted a light orange to go with the island vibes, they got their massages, and Skyler felt all pretty and pampered by the time they came back to the bungalow.
And now, after that sweet gesture, Trevor is torturing him.
They took the incredibly fluffy white duvet off the bed and laid it out on the floor in the main room, just because they could.
Because they’ve already fucked in the bed, and this spot here seemed nice.
If Skyler turns his head, he has a view of their outdoor area with the pool and built-in hot tub, and then the Caribbean Sea beyond that.
So yeah. It’s a nice place to get fucked. Except Trevor isn’t fucking him. Nope, Trevor is being mean, taking him apart piece by piece with his fingers and tongue, but still not letting him come.
He’s reduced Skyler to a whimpering, quivering mess.
Skyler’s not above begging. In fact, Trevor often makes him beg, and Skyler loves it. But this time begging isn’t getting him what he wants. He’s tried and tried, and all of his pleas have been ignored.
“Pleeeeease,” he tries again anyway. “I can’t take it anymore.”