Chapter Twenty-One #3
My penis begins to harden a little at that.
He lifts himself out of the water a little and half his ass pops out.
Water droplets decorate his skin and my mouth waters, leaving my tongue with the desire to lick each droplet off his smooth skin.
I want to savor each droplet like it’s the finest wine known to mankind.
My manhood is no longer kind of hard, it is hard.
I shift and the friction from the fabric of my clothes makes my dick jump.
“What’s wrong with a little skinny dipping?” He asks.
“Right now? Everything, we’re in public.” I respond, looking around hastily.
I might have to shoot someone in the head for seeing him naked because his naked body isn’t for their eyes. His naked body is for my eyes and my eyes only. Something deep inside me roars and declares that I’m the only person on this green earth to worship, own, mark, and fuck Grey Eyes’ naked body.
“So? No one is around.” He shrugs.
His hand reaches for my jeans and he tugs on them, my belt the only thing stopping them from falling down to my ankles.
“Join me.” he says with a little bit of pleading in his tone. “Make me forget about this morning, please, this grief is a lot for me to deal with right now.”
I want to take that grief away from him in any way possible! Fuck I’ll be the one to bare that grief and so much more if it meant he didn’t feel it.
“Come skinny dip with me.” he pleads.
“What about the food?” I ask.
“We can always warm it up when we get back to the cabin.” He responds.
The wind blows and the rustle of paper catches my attention.
“I’ll join you after I finish some of my homework.” I say.
He scoffs.
“Lame.” He says before diving back into the water.
I get a peek of his wet ass cheeks and nearly cum in my pants at the sight.
Grunting I shake my head, clearing it of all the dirty, deliciously despicable things I want to do to Grey Eyes’ body.
Walking back to my homework I try to get some of it done and I manage to do so, just not as much as I’d like to.
Not with Grey Eyes’ a few yards away from me, swimming in the nude, the sun reflecting off his skin making him glow, and my manhood as hard as a rock.
My stomach grumbles and I don’t know if it’s because I’m hungry for food or the beautiful man in the water.
He looks like the perfect paradise temptation and I’ll take my damnation once I take the bait, I don’t give a fuck.
Grabbing the backpack I begin to prepare us both our lunch.
I’ve decided that I’ll eat, wait for my food to settle while continuing to do some homework, then join my guy in the water. I pause at that.
...My guy. My guy? I’ve never called him that before, I’ve never called any male that as a matter of fact. But I like the way it sounds in my head as I picture him. My guy.
“Come out and eat!” I call for him.
He looks at me before swimming to me.
“I can just eat in here, the water feels nice, and...” he looks over at his pile of clothes. “I don’t feel like putting my clothes back on right now.”
“You’re lucky no one is around here.” I say, sliding him his food.
His fingers grazes my skin as he grabs his plate and it sets my assaulted skin ablaze. I revel in it like it’s a warm toasty fire in the middle of a truly aggressive blizzard.
“Can you hand me a fork, please?” he asks.
I reach into the backpack and hand him a plastic fork. Once he’s settled and eating I begin to dig into my own plate.
“Have you ever had Jollof Rice?” he asks when I go to take a bite of said rice.
I look at my forkful of rice before looking back at him and shaking my head. He smiles.
“Taste it, tell me what you think of it.”
“Would you kill me if I don’t like your favorite dish?” I ask.
He pauses and looks up at me.
“How’d you know Jollof Rice is my favorite dish?” he asks.
My mind goes back to when I hacked his phone one time I was bored and read his texts to his grandfather talking about this rice. Knocking that memory out of my head I shrug.
“I have my ways.” I say, before putting the fork in my mouth.
The taste is weird to me at first but that’s always my initial thoughts when trying a new food. But then a spiciness begins to burn my tongue before I taste the meat in the rice. My stomach growls as my taste buds begin to enjoy the foreign food the longer I chew it.
“...Yeah well your ways are starting to get creepy.” He says. “You know so much about me, facts about me that I don’t remember sharing with you.”
“Awe don’t tell me your starting to get scared of me.” I tease him.
“What would you do if I said I was?” he asks, taking a bite of his food.
“I’d never hurt you.” I assure him.
“Those are just words, for all I know you could be lying.” He states.
I grab him by the throat and pull his face to my own. Lust instantly dances in his eyes and he bites the corner of his lips. He likes being choked so I squeeze his throat a little harder and a tiny moan vibrates through my palm and travels through my body right to my dick. Fuck. Me.
“You don’t act scared of me.” I point out. “And if you were to be scared of me, you’d always look at me with those ‘fuck me’ eyes of yours anytime I wrap my hand around your throat.”
He hums with a smug smirk on his face.
“My ‘fuck me’ eyes?” he asks.
I grunt in response. His hand reaches for my dick, rubbing it, and pleasure sparks in me. Starting from my balls and traveling through my entire body, the pleasure oh-so mighty!
“Do I have them now?” he asks, looking me dead in my eyes.
His pupils are dilated and I see the lust in them as clear as day.
“Yes, as a matter of a fact you do.” I growl. “And it’s taking everything in me not to fuck you right now.”
Our faces are still close so he takes that opportunity to lick the tip of my nose.
“So why aren’t you in here fucking me?” he asks.
Like a twig under the weight of a bear my self-control snaps and my lips tangle with his in a savage kiss.
“Oh, believe me, I will be in there fucking you, just you wait.” I growl, breaking the kiss. “But believe me you’ll have to earn your fucking orgasm.”