Chapter 28
ANTHONY
The moment he said, “You’re the only thing I’ve ever waited for,” something inside me finally stopped running. Like a muscle I’d been clenching for decades finally remembered how to let go.
I moved back from the edge of the lighthouse wall and tugged him gently by the hips until he came with me. I sat back against the cool glass, the thick blanket pooling beneath me, and pulled him down into my lap like it was the most natural thing in the world.
It was because he belonged there.
Elliot’s breath hitched as he straddled me, knees bracketing my thighs, his hands gripping my shoulders for balance like his body didn’t quite trust the ground yet.
The world went quiet. Not empty. Just… gone. There was no ocean. No sky. No past. No future. Just me and him. Just us.
His weight settled against me, warm and real, and my body responded before my mind did. Shoulders dropping, breath deepening, spine loosening as if it recognized safety before language caught up.
I buried my face in his neck and breathed him in like I’d been starving for oxygen my whole life. Salt. Lavender. Honey and him
“I’m here,” I murmured. “I’m not leaving again.”
His breath stuttered. His fingers slid into my hair, trembling like his nervous system was testing the promise for fractures. “I don’t need perfect,” he whispered. “I just need you to stay.”
The words landed in my chest like an anchor. I pulled back enough to look at him. Really look at who he was in this moment. He wasn’t the shattered boy I’d carried out of the water. Or the fragile thing I’d tried to protect by running.
The man sitting in my lap, spine straighter, eyes clearer than I’d ever seen, grief no longer owning his breath. Was astounding. He’d grown in ways I hadn’t let myself fully see until now.
“You’re not the boy I met,” I said softly. “You’re something more now.”
His jaw tightened. His throat worked as he swallowed. “Then love me like the man I’ve become.”
It felt like a vow. Something ancient and terrifying and holy. I leaned in and kissed him again—slower this time. Deeper. Full of everything I hadn’t been brave enough to give him before.
His body melted into mine like his muscles had finally gotten permission to unarm. His hands slid down my back, not grabbing, just resting there, anchoring himself in the reality of me.
His breath stuttered into my mouth like he was finally letting himself be held without bracing for impact.
“You’re not what I wanted,” I whispered against his lips, the truth breaking out of me raw and aching. “You’re what saved me from wanting anything less.”
His face crumpled. For a heartbeat, fear spiked through me—sharp and cold—that I’d broken something sacred with the wrong words.
A second later he lurched forward and kissed me like he was sealing something eternal. And my fear melted.
“Anthony,” he pulled back, lips swollen, hazel eyes shimmering. “I want—”
“Daddy, please,” I breathed, the words leaving me like a confession. “When we’re like this, baby boy.”
I cupped his face, grounding him with my thumbs along his jaw, and pressed a quick kiss to his lips.
“I’m Daddy. I want to take care of you like you’re the most precious thing in the world. Because to me, you are.”
A soft, broken whine slipped free from the back of his throat. “Daddy,” he whimpered, clinging to me as though he was trying to make sure I was real.
And I held him. The way I’d always wanted to…without fear. “I’ve got you, baby.”
This wasn’t why I’d brought him up here.
But the urgency I felt to reconnect with him in every way was mirrored in his face.
In the way his pupils were blown wide, the way his chest rose and fell too fast, the way his hands kept flexing against my skin like his body didn’t know where to put all the feeling.
We’d made all these big declarations. We’d survived an emotional tsunami. Now all that remained was to let our bodies catch up to what our souls already knew.
This wasn’t the moment for something quick or brash. This was a moment for reverence. For slowness. For the kind of touch that told a nervous system: you’re safe now.
Gently, I settled Elliot down on his back on the blanket, never breaking eye contact, never letting my hands leave his body long enough for doubt to sneak in.
I covered him with my body, arms braced by his head, my weight careful, protective, enclosing him without trapping.
Traced the shape of his face with my lips. His brow. His cheek. The corner of his mouth. Before I sealed my mouth to his. When his tongue teased against my bottom lip, I was helpless to do anything but let him in.
That first brush of his tongue sent a wave of heat through me that couldn’t be quenched by anything but him. I needed to feel his skin against mine, feel the tight ass around me. Then and only then would I finally be home.
My tongue wrapped around his, in a sensual dance. Each brush sent shivers down my spine and when his hip bucked up, his cock brushing against mine the edges of my vision darkened.
“I’ve missed you so much, baby boy.”
I pulled his bottom lip between my teeth, pulling groans from deep within his chest. My hands followed the curves of his body, rucking up his hoodie until I could suck the stiff nub of his nipples into my mouth.
Elliot's fingers sunk into my hair, holding me there as I chased the bite of pain away with long dragging pulls. Before moving me across his chest to the other. Something cold and hard clanked against my teeth making me pull back.
“What is this?”
A metal bar glinted in his right nipple, glinting in the dim light.
Elliot squirmed underneath me. “Do… Do you like it, Daddy?”
He looked crestfallen, so instead of answering him with words, I answered with action and paid particular attention to it. Until he was writhing and moaning under me. Hands clawing at my back underneath my top, the scrape of his nails against my skin was like a bolt of lust to my rock-hard cock.
Sitting back on my knees, I pulled his hoodie off. Dropped my head to his neck and inhaled his sweet scent. Elliot worked my top over my shoulders so I could rip it off before he could miss the heat of my body over his.
“More….”
My baby was demanding. Just as desperate as I was.
I licked and sucked a path down his neck.
Nibbled along his collarbones. His deft hands undid my belt and dipped underneath the elastic of my boxer-briefs, wrapping around my length before I could leave a trail of open mouthed kisses between his pecs.
“Fuck, that feels so good,” I moaned as his thumb collected the precum from my slit and worked it down my length. “You need to let go, sweetheart.”
Elliot shook his head but eventually relinquished his hold when I tore open the button of his jeans and pulled them down. I buried my face against his cloth covered cock and inhaled the scent of his arousal.
I mouthed his balls letting my saliva seep through the material like a tease. I ran my nose along his length, sucking the head into my mouth until it twitched with desperation.
“Daddy…”
I chuckled and pulled the elastic back just enough that it cupped his full balls that had already drawn up tight to his body.
“Do you think you can last?” I asked my hand moving up and down his shaft in slow teasing strokes. He thickened, the vein along the bottom pulsed with a need that echoed my own. But as always, Elliot’s pleasure was paramount. He came first… always.
“N-no,” he stuttered and started thrust into my hand so I loosened my grip. “B-but, Daddy.”
An idea popped into my mind and I ran with it. I licked his length from root to tip, lapping up the salty precum that was leaking from his slit.
“How many times do you think you can come, baby?”
“I…”
Elliot’s head thrashed from side to side. The tip of my tongue teased the underside of his head as I waited him out.
“I… As many times as you make me,” he whimpered eventually.
As a reward, I wrapped my lips around him and took him straight to the back of my throat. My cheeks hollowed as I increased the suction and swallowed around the mushroom head. I was rewarded with a burst of precum.
My left hand trailed across his stomach, up to his chest and tweaked his nipple with the bar glinting in it. A wave of sensation washed over Elliot. He threw his head back and moaned into the night. Loud enough that anyone on the beach would have heard him.
Pride bloomed in my chest that I could bring this precious boy so much pleasure he lost control. That I had the power to right the wrong my mind and actions had inflicted on him with my body.
“I-I’m not going to last, Daddy.”
Those words were music to my ears as I licked and sucked up and down his length. Dipping the tip of my tongue into his slit the way I knew he liked.
Elliot’s hands clawed at my shoulders, nails cutting into the skin. One dropped to my head to hold me still as he fucked up into my mouth like it was the only thing he could focus on.
I moaned as another burst of precum flooded my mouth. The vibrations travelling down his length, straight to his balls, pushed him over the edge.
His steel-hard length thickened further, Elliot’s hip punched into my throat one last time. I looked up just in time to see his eyes glaze and practically roll back in his head as pleasure stole him away.
A broken sound tore from his parted lips, thick ropes of cum filled my mouth. I wanted nothing more than to swallow him down, but I didn’t. I waited until he pushed my head back and slowly worked me off his length.
Keeping his cum in my mouth, I murmured, “Open.”
Elliot’s mouth fell open, tongue out. I crawled over his body, rubbed my nose against his, and slowly poured his release from my mouth, allowing it to pool on his tongue.
“Don’t swallow,” I ordered, and Elliot nodded as much as was possible without losing any of his release from where it sat on his tongue.