46. Dylan
FORTY-SIX
DYLAN
I start out thinking it’ll pass. The urgency and hunger. Something will happen, and Adrian will realize what we’re doing is insane. He’ll think about it and remember that he’s straight, and then he’ll flinch away from my touch and tell me it was all a mistake.
At the very least, he’ll put some space between us. The casual touches and him randomly lying with his head on my stomach and sidling closer in his sleep—it’ll stop.
It doesn’t, though.
I’d go so far as to say that nothing much changes between us. We still laugh and bicker and tease and talk and take naps and lean on each other.
Now we just also have sex.
It always starts out innocently, with the two of us just hanging out, which lasts about a second before we’re making out, and then somewhere along the way I find myself on my knees with Adrian’s dick in my hand or in my mouth, with his hands all over me and then a rush of pleasure so potent I can spend the next few hours ignoring what a monumental idiot I am for indulging over and over again.
Sometimes I lie awake at night and list all the things that make me a terrible human being.
I used to think I was a good person. I’ve been conclusively proven wrong about that, because even with all the guilt and the manipulation I’m indulging in, I never once make an effort to stop anything from happening between me and Adrian. If anything, I push for more.
The only time I feel anxious or scared is when I think about Adrian coming to his senses. I dismiss any thoughts of doing the right thing myself.
And mostly, I don’t give a single fuck about the possible repercussions.
Because for right now, he’s mine.
Adrian catches the biggest fish we’ve ever caught, and jackfruit are in season once again, so for a change, tonight we’re both well fed.
I’m sprawled out on the sand with Adrian straddling my lower back while he kneads my back and shoulders. His hands are big, and he’s rubbing my sore muscles with just the right amount of strength to have me slowly melting into a puddle beneath him.
“I love your hands,” I mutter into my arms.
I’m as relaxed as I’ve been in ages, and my dick is hard, but not so hard that the situation needs immediate remedying. It’s more a tease. The kind I’m so far enjoying a lot, because I know it’ll be taken care of later.
Adrian’s dick is hard too, which makes a shiver of pleasure run up my spine every time he leans forward, and his cock taps against my back.
I wiggle my hips and push back against him, and he curses out loud.
“Everything okay?” I ask innocently while I hide my smile.
“Why wouldn’t it be?”
“You keep making noises.”
He pinches my ass so hard I yelp, and then I turn my head to glare at him.
“You’re not wearing any underwear,” he grumbles.
“They’re so threadbare they’re practically see-through, so what’s the point?” I shrug.
“Yeah, well, let’s just say it makes for an interesting dynamic and leave it at that.”
I turn my head to the side and grin at him. “Want to tell me about it?”
His hands are still for a second, but then he’s moving backward. Seems that—oh, fuck!
He casually lines his cock up so his shaft is pressed between my cheeks. And then his hands aren’t moving over my back anymore but massaging the globes of my ass.
Some kind of rough grunt leaves my throat when he sighs happily.
“You have a nice ass,” he says.
I nearly swallow sand when I inhale sharply at the casual way he delivers that statement.
“Thanks?” My voice is all hesitation. I don’t know how to react to this.
“Feels good,” he continues while he presses my ass cheeks together and gives a slow, lazy thrust of his hips, forcing his dick an inch upward.
I breathe out slowly.
It doesn’t do much to calm me down.
A sharp stinging sensation on my left ass cheek makes me snap my head around.
“Did you just spank me?” I ask.
“You’re fucking up my massage. It’s supposed to be relaxing, and now you’re all tense.”
How the fuck is anybody supposed to relax like this?
Before I can think of something to say, he’s leaning forward. He kisses the back of my neck. There’s a weird contrast between the soft touch of his lips against the skin on my neck and the hardness wedged into the crease of my ass. It makes my skin prickle with excitement and awareness and desire.
He keeps kissing my back and my shoulder blades, and the spark of heat that’s always smoldering inside my chest when he’s near gets hotter and hotter, until flames are licking my insides.
“Turn around,” he says. He kneels, lifting his body off mine.
I do as he says.
The fabric of the sea anchor I’ve been lying on to keep sand from getting into places I don’t want it makes a swishing noise when I turn.
I lie on my back beneath Adrian, my cock jutting straight up as if it’s trying to reach him.
He tilts his head to the side and looks at me, eyes moving slowly from my face to my chest to my stomach and then to my cock.
It jerks when Adrian’s gaze lands on it, and he licks his lips.
He glances back up at my face, then at my dick again.
“I want to try something,” he says, his voice hoarse.
My heart is trying to beat its way out of my chest.
“Anything,” I rasp in reply.
He sends me a quick smirk. “You really shouldn’t give that promise out so casually.”
“I don’t. But it’s you.”
I shouldn’t have said that. It’s just a bit too close for comfort to other confessions I can’t make. But Adrian’s gaze darkens with something I’m almost sure is desire once those words leave my lips.
He slides his hands over my upper thighs until they’re at my hips, and then he just keeps them there for a bit while he brushes his thumbs over my hip bones.
We’re both quiet. I watch him, and he watches me.
It’s another one of those peaceful moments I sometimes experience when I’m near Adrian.
He shatters that peace a second later when he lowers his head and gives my dick an experimental lick. My whole body tenses until I’m like a concrete block. I can’t even seem to breathe for a while.
He gives me another lick.
My mouth opens on an exhale.
Another lick.
My toes curl.
He sucks the head between his lips.
My balls draw up, and I let out a loud moan that makes Adrian lift his head. His startled eyes meet mine, and then he’s smirking again.
He lowers his head, and then he’s sucking me into his mouth. Again.
“Oh fuck!” I gasp. “You just went and did that. Fuck. Excellent tongue work. Really, really top notch.” The last part comes out garbled.
“Dyl?” Adrian says with another of those sexy-as-fuck smirks, eyes twinkling with restrained laughter. “Shut up.”
I lift my hand and mime zipping my lips.
We’ve had sex countless times by now. He’s never put his mouth on me. I figured that was where the line was.
He cups my balls, and I groan loudly while he sucks me deeper, experimentally, inch by inch. I want to watch, but I don’t have the strength to lift my head off the ground.
He sucks my cock like he’s done it before.
With no hesitation, he jumps into the task at hand.
The pull of his mouth is hard and aggressive.
He wraps his fingers around my cock and moves them down, his mouth following his hand until the head bumps into the roof of his mouth.
With every round of sucking, he goes a bit deeper.
He runs his palm over my thigh, and I have to admire the coordination he has with all the balls he’s juggling right now.
“I love your mouth,” I rasp, blindly patting at his head. My fingers get stuck in his hair.
That damn smirk is back.
“Bend your knees,” he says.
I don’t even think. I just do.
My eyes slam wide open when suddenly there’s a finger prodding at my hole. I blink at the leaves above my head, my brain a sluggish mess, while I try to make sense of what’s happening.
“What—” I start to ask.
“Let me take care of you,” Adrian says.
The way my heart is hammering in my chest feels like an approaching panic attack.
Adrian works his finger into my ass. I spread my thighs wider on instinct. He goes deeper, and I clench around him. He sucks me hard until his cheeks hollow.
I have to see, so I push myself up on my elbows, feeling lightheaded at the sight before me. Adrian on his knees, bent over me, my cock in his mouth and his hand between my thighs. My cock jerks in his mouth.
“Crook your finger,” I rasp out.
He looks up. It’s like personalized porn. Adrian with his mouth full of my cock.
And then he finds my prostrate, and my whole body jerks from the sudden bolt of pleasure so intense that for a moment I think I’m going to come right this second. I collapse on my back again, woozy with pleasure.
This isn’t how it usually goes for me. It’s not just somebody giving me pleasure because they want me to feel good. With most of my encounters, pleasure is an exchange. I give you something, so you give me something back.
Any other way would make me feel unbalanced and exposed, but with Adrian it’s different. Everything with Adrian is different. Always has been.
He works a second finger inside me, and the coil of pleasure tightens inside me. He’s sucking me and rubbing my prostate with the pad of his finger.
This orgasm isn’t a rush. It’s wave after wave of pure bliss that radiates from my cock through the rest of my body until I’m wrung out and useless; a moaning, shaking mess in Adrian’s hands.
He climbs up my body and lies down on top of me. He kisses me, and I can taste myself on his tongue. My dick gives a weak twitch at the thought that he swallowed.
Adrian pushes a strand of hair out of my face.
“Good?” he asks.
“I’m dead.”
He leans his forehead against my shoulder, and his whole body shakes with laughter.
“Give me a minute, and I’ll do you,” I say.
He shakes his head, still laughing. Beaming at me.
“We have time,” he says.
I wrap my arms around him and hold him.
A terrifying thought flashes through my brain.
I don’t want to go home.
I want to stay here.
On this island.
Forever.