Chapter 27 #11
We are still in the sea. The water is warm around us. But I'm burning. From the inside out. He's so close I can feel his breath against my mouth. His lips almost touch mine.
I lean in. Ready to take it. To kiss him properly. And that little fucker pulls back. Smiling. I feel it. His smile brushes my lips. His eyes…God. Those green fucking eyes.
I swear if that look could talk it would go like: "Bend me over and fuck the thoughts out of my head, please." I swear I almost choke. I'm hard already. His hand slides down. Over my abs. Then lower. He palms me over the wet fabric of my swim shorts.
Fuck. I can't even talk.
His mouth is back on mine, then he pulls back, licking up my neck slowly. "You trying to get us arrested?" I say.
He shrugs, mouth curling into that perfect fucking grin. "Maybe." And then he kisses me properly.
His lips crash into mine, tongue already in my mouth, hungry and rough. My brain whites out. His tongue is fighting mine. I'm kissing him back like I want to swallow him whole. I grab his waist. Pull him in. My dick is grinding against his hip. My hands are digging into his back.
I want him. I want to tear his swim shorts off with my teeth and fuck him against the rocks like an animal. But of course I can't.
A voice. "Do you two have to be so goddamn obvious?"
We both freeze. Turn.
Jasper. Back again. His voice is like a fucking mosquito in heat. I rip my mouth off Rava and turn.
Not again, you boring fucker. Not now.
Rava breathes out through his nose. Annoyed now. Calm, but annoyed. He turns to Jasper with that polite teacher look.
"Look, Jasper. Maybe you're uncomfortable or surprised, I don't know. But this is starting to get invasive. We're not hurting anyone—"
"—except maybe your pride," I add, smiling and stepping slightly in front of Rava, half-shielding him.
Rava calmly continues. "You've made it clear how you feel." "And we don't give a fuck," I mutter.
"At this point, I don't know what you're trying to do. But I think it's clear I'm not interested. I never was."
I smirk. Fucking finally. Rava's not done. He takes a little step forward, half in front of me now. "You're not a bad person, you're just persistent. But that doesn't change the fact that I have a whole boyfriend right here. And you need to respect that and back off."
I freeze. Everything just shuts down.
Boyfriend? BOYFRIEND??
I got called boyfriend.
My brain collapses like a sandcastle under a wave attack.
I'm boyfriend. Me.
Fucking Gio. Is boyfriend. Officially. Out loud. In public. Christ. Jesus. Mary. The whole holy family.
I stare at him, still grinning. He raises a brow. "You coming?" I snap back into my body. "Yeah," I rasp. "Let's go, boyfriend."
I shoot Jasper the dirtiest, yet the most clear middle finger in existence as we turn to walk away.
No words. No mercy. Just a solid fuck-you. My hands twitch in the water. I might drown. I might cry. I might get hard again.
Actually, I already am. Fuck.
Was it just for show? Did it just slip out? Does he know what he did? We walk a little further down the beach, away from the lights, the rest of the world. It's darker here. Quieter. Just the crash of the waves. I'm super hard. Still fucked up from the way he said it.
Boyfriend.
Rava pulls me back into the water. We fall chest to chest, until we're submerged up to our shoulders again. His lips graze my neck. Then his mouth opens. "Now…where were we, boyfriend?"
FUCK.
I feel myself twitch. His hand's already on me. Inside my shorts. Touching me. Stroking. My mouth drops open, and all I manage is a low, broken noise.
He chuckles softly. "You're twitching," he whispers, like it's the most innocent observation in the world.
"I'm gonna drown you if you keep doing that."
He grins. "Doing what?"
His hand moves slowly again, fingers teasing the head of my dick underwater. "This?" He leans in, mouth brushing my ear.
"Tell me, Gio…any chance you'd prefer we take this home?" That's it. I move. Fast. I grab him, both hands around his thighs, lift him clear out of the water and toss him over my shoulder.
"We're done here."
"Gio—" he laughs, arms flailing. "Put me down, you horny beast!"
"No." I stomp toward the shore. "You're finished. You hear me? You're done."
"You keep saying that like it's not the goal," he wheezes.
"I'm gonna ruin that huge, round ass of yours."
"Don't threaten me with a good time," he grins.
That freak actually slaps my ass while I carry him. His laugh is vibrating against my back. The only thing on my mind is:
Home. Bed. Hands. Teeth. Moans. Skin. Him. Now.
We reach the spot where we left our stuff.
Daisy. Lorenzo. Tree Guy. All three of them are staring at us like we just walked out of a porno. I drop Rava to the ground. He lands on his feet, laughing. I bend down, grab our stuff, and sling it over my shoulder.
Daisy squints at me, horrified. "Tell me you're not about to go have sex with my brother." I glance at her as I fumble with my shirt. "You're sleeping with my cousin. So yeah."
Tree Guy looks genuinely distressed. "Woah…what is going on here?"
Lorenzo's already doubled over, laughing. "Just go. Please. Leave before I witness something that scars me." I turn as we start walking off. "If the ginger shows up, tell him to go fuck himself."
Tree Guy raises his hand, all serious. "Can I have the honor of saying that?"
I nod. "Yes. Please and thank you." Lorenzo slaps his knee and points at Tree Guy. "I told you. I told you Tree Guy was giving good vibes. He's loyal. He's blunt. He gets it." He waves a hand dismissively. "Anyway. For the love of God, please don't come back pregnant."
Rava chokes on his own laugh. I smirk and grab his hand as we walk away.
…
We're almost at the house. I can see the door. Just a few more steps. But I can barely fucking walk. I'm so turned on I can't even breathe properly. And every time I glance over at him, it just gets worse.
I'm falling apart. I need him. Not just sex. Not just release. I need to feel him against me. Need to bury my face in his neck and lose myself. Need him to remind me that I didn't imagine this. That this is real.
God, I want him.
We reach the door. My hand slightly shakes as I unlock it. I get it open, and the second it creaks, I grab him. I pull him inside. Shut the door. And for a second, I just stare.
He's mine. Just us.
Please, I think, as I grab his jaw and kiss him roughly.
Please, I need you. I need you so fucking bad. I don't even know who I am without your hands on me right now.
No more Jasper. No more beach. No more eyes. Just mine. Only mine.
I shove him back against the wall. No need to pretend I'm calm anymore.
I grab the hem of his shirt and rip it over his head in one motion.
Throw it on the floor like trash. My hands are on his chest before he can even take a breath.
I press my palm flat between his pecs. Feel his heartbeat thumping, trying to match mine but it can't. Because mine's fucking exploding.
I trail my hand down. To his ribs. Then his waist. God, that fucking waist. That slim, sinful, unfair waist.
I grab it with both hands and yank him toward me. Let him feel the boner. "You feel that?" I whisper. "That's all you. Every fucking inch of it."
He groans, head falling back slightly, and then he grabs my hair. Hard. Yanks me forward by the scalp, dragging my mouth to his neck, his jaw, whatever he can reach. He's smirking.
What a great day to be a boyfriend.
He called me boyfriend. He said it proud. He said it in front of that useless stupid motherfucker who thought he had a shot.
We get to the room. I don't wait. I just grab him and push. His back hits the mattress and I'm on him in seconds, straddling his waist. I lean down and start kissing his neck. Over and over again.
I kiss like I want to leave bruises he won't be able to hide tomorrow. His hands are grabbing my hips.
"You like that?" I whisper against his skin.
He nods, breathless. I grab the waistband of his swim shorts and pull them down fast and rough, mad they even exist.
Fuck me sideways, he's already leaking.
My fingers now shine in the low light as I coat them with lube. I'm breathing hard. I line myself up behind him while my hand is gripping his thigh, the other between his legs.
"Please?" I ask, quietly.
His eyes meet mine. "Please go faster."
"That's my boy." I slide my fingers into him fast. His mouth falls open, and he lets out a soft, broken moan. Jesus Christ. That sound. That face. I'm gonna fucking kill myself.
His brows draw together. His lips part. My fingers are buried in him deep, and I'm not being gentle. I curl them. I move them. And I watch his face.
There. Right there.
His eyes flutter, and his whole body tenses. Found it. I press again. Harder. Right against that spot inside him that makes him fucking melt. And he moans.
A whimper trying to escape his throat. God, he's beautiful like this. I keep my fingers moving, hitting that same spot again and again, until his mouth is open and his head falls back like he's overwhelmed. I grin. Then I lean down.
Take his dick in my mouth. Not all the way, just the head. Let my tongue swirl over the slit.
He gasps, and his hips jerk up instinctively. But when he tries to close his legs from the pressure, I shove my free hand between his thigh and the bed. Hold him open. Wide.
"Don't even think about it," I whisper against his skin. My mouth still warm around his dick, my fingers still pumping inside him. He whines.
"You gonna cum already?" I murmur, tongue flicking his tip.
"Just from this? From my fingers and a little tongue?
" He tries to answer, but his voice cracks.
I thrust my fingers deep, slam into that spot again.
His back arches. And I love it. The way he shakes.
The way his body begs without speaking. The way I have to hold him down to stop him from squirming away.