15. THE WAY YOU LOOK AT ME
THE WAY YOU LOOK AT ME
The sun is setting behind me, the waves lapping at my feet gently.
The water is slightly colder now, but I don’t have much time to think about it as I look into the distance, posing for Kenneth.
He wanted to take pictures of me with the sunset as the backdrop, just as he told me a few weeks ago in his studio, and I’ve realized I’m unable to deny him anything at all. Whatever he asks for, it’s his.
It’s two weeks before my twenty-seventh birthday, and I decided to bring him to the spot where my dad and I used to come when I was younger, just for one night.
It used to be our bonding time—quality time.
We’d come alone and enjoy the beach, restaurants, and fishing.
I’ve already shown Ken my favorite lunch and dinner spots, and he even let me take him fishing.
I’m sure it’s not his thing, not really, but he did it for me, and I’m grateful he was up for the full Moore-men experience.
He’s surprisingly good at it, though, which I told him repeatedly, and his grin got bigger the more I praised him.
Now I’m doing something for him, because I’m sure this is exactly what he wanted when I mentioned I wanted to bring him here.
I hear the shutter go off over and over again, and I can’t help but grin and look at Kenneth.
He takes another picture, then puts his camera down and narrows his eyes at me.
He looks so fucking cute that I can’t stop my laughter, throwing my head back, my body shaking with it.
When I look up again, he has his camera raised again, and he’s taking even more photos of me.
I wink at him for good measure, and he shakes his head with a grin.
Ken turns around and goes back to the dry sand, a little ways up from the water since it’s almost high tide, and puts his camera down.
He said we had to be quick, that the water was gonna get higher and stronger soon after sunset, but I still want to stay here even as I notice he’s right.
The water is splashing my legs a little higher and harder, soaking through my tan linen pants and making them stick to my skin.
I shiver when the wind blows against me, looking down at the water, but when I look back up, he’s right in front of me with his phone in his hand.
He comes to stand next to me and turns me toward the sunset, then grabs my hand and holds it.
We stare at the sky for a minute, and then he raises our hands and takes a picture of them.
I chuckle again, knowing it has to be the worst picture he’s ever taken, but he turns around just in time to see an old couple walking the beach right behind us.
He runs to them and stops them, and I can vaguely make out their conversation over the sound of the crashing waves against my legs.
He just asked them to take pictures of us.
My heart can’t fucking take it.
I watch as he hands his phone to the lady, and he runs back to me, jumping into my embrace suddenly.
He wraps his legs around my waist, and I grab his thighs with my hands, gripping him tightly.
When he leans in and kisses me, I don’t think about it, just tilt my head back and kiss him too.
First with my eyes open because I can’t miss a fucking second of it, but when his fingers tangle in my hair, I finally give in and close them.
“Beautiful!” the lady yells, and Kenneth smiles against my lips. “Now stand in front of the sunset! Facing it.”
I let go of Kenneth, and he slides down my body, making me shiver.
We turn to the sunset, giving the lady our backs, and he holds my hand.
I’m sure she’s snapped about a hundred pictures by now, but he just pulls me closer to the lady and embraces me, pressing our cheeks together and smiling widely.
I do the same, wrapping my arm around his waist tightly.
“You’re so gorgeous,” I tell him, grinning.
“So are you,” he replies, then lets me go, returning to the woman holding his phone.
Kenneth thanks her for taking the pictures, then comes back to my side and shows them to me.
We look like we’re so in love, it actually takes my breath away.
The way we’re kissing each other, looking at each other, holding each other.
I never thought I’d take pictures like these with anyone, but they’re beautiful. We’re beautiful.
“Wow,” I breathe. “These are really good.”
“We’re great models,” Kenneth murmurs, and when I look up from the phone, he has a soft smile on his face. “Who knew…”
I chuckle, shaking my head, and he grabs my hand and leads me to the wet sand.
Then he kneels and begins to write something with his finger.
My eyes widen when he finishes, staring at Connie this is Kenny.
“You’re so romantic, Ken,” I tell him with a grin, helping him up from the sand. I grab his waist and pull him towards me until our bodies are flush, then kiss him softly on the lips. Quick and chaste, though it still lights me up.
“I try.” Kenneth sighs. “I think you have me beat, though.”
I snort. “That’s a lie if I ever heard one.”
“Don’t sell yourself short yet, Conrad.” Kenneth smirks, “I know how you can be so romantic too.”
My eyebrows rise as I smirk now, too. “Oh, yeah? How?”
Kenneth looks around the beach and leans in, whispering in my ear. “You can fuck me right here, right now.”
I swallow hard, looking around now, too. The sky is dark, and the waves are crashing loudly against the shore. The tide is definitely high, and I can’t really see anyone around, though that’s not saying much because there’s basically no visibility with this new moon.
“Ken—are you insane?” I whisper back. “Someone could see us.”
“It’s dark,” he insists.
“What if someone walks by?” I ask him, but I can’t deny I want to do it.
“Doesn’t that make it even more fun?” Ken asks, biting my ear. “The idea of being caught?”
“Do you have a public sex kink you want to tell me about?” I tease.
“Maybe I do…” Ken bites my neck gently now, then soothes the barely there sting with his tongue. “Or maybe I can’t wait to have your dick in my ass.”
“Fuck,” I groan when he licks up the column of my throat, his warm tongue sending a shiver down my spine. “Do we even have lube?”
“I always come prepared,” Kenny purrs. “Now get a towel ready. I don’t want sand in my ass.”
I chuckle but do as I’m told, going back to our belongings and grabbing a towel, which I set on the sand next to our things. Ken comes back with a bottle of lube, and my cock strains against my pants in anticipation. Fuck, why does he have to be so hot? It’s truly unfair.
Kenneth kneels on the towel in front of me, then lowers his pants a little below his ass and gets on all fours.
My breath catches in my throat at the sight of his ass right in front of me, and I drop to my knees behind him in a rush.
He hands me the lube, and I open the cap, wincing at how loud it is.
“You have to be quiet,” I whisper, and he chuckles.
“Then you better not fuck me good.” He shrugs, pushing his ass back against me. “Now shut up and fuck me.”
“Damn it, Kenny,” I mutter, but I’m smiling.
I slick my fingers with lube and rub them against his hole, then thrust one into him.
He groans softly when I breach him, then pushes back against me.
I add a second finger, then a third, and now he’s breathing hard.
I think about curling my fingers inside him and making him moan, but I kind of feel like teasing him tonight, so I don’t do it.
Kenneth groans in frustration when I pull out of him, huffing loudly, “What the hell was that?”
“What?” I ask, feigning confusion.
“Did you lose your way?” he asks with exasperation, and I purse my lips to hold in my laugh. “Do you need a map back to my prostate?”
“I thought you told me not to fuck you good,” I tease, and he growls.
I line myself up with his hole, pushing in slightly, and he gasps.
“I was just kidding—” he whines, and I thrust in smoothly, a little bit further, going past the ring of muscle. “Deeper,” Ken moans.
I go deeper until I’ve thrust in all the way, and he gasps.
My thighs shake as I breathe in deeply, trying to ignore how tightly he’s gripping my cock.
How warm and wet he feels. How easily I’m gliding in and out now, giving him shallow thrusts that I know are going to drive him insane.
I want to go deeper just as badly as he wants me to, but I want to make him beg for it first. I need to hear it.
“Conrad,” Kenneth growls, and I chuckle. “This isn’t funny—” I angle my hips and hit his prostate, and he moans loudly, whispering, “Yes, please! Right there.”
“Here, baby?” I ask him softly, repeating the movement.
“Yes,” he groans. “More.”
Kenneth’s arms shake, which causes his body to tremble, and I press my hand between his shoulder blades and push him down until his face is on the towel, and he’s bracing himself with his forearms. It makes his ass feel even tighter somehow, and I blow out a big breath.
“I don’t think so, Kenny,” I whisper, gripping his hip with one hand while holding him down with my other one. “You’ll take whatever I give you.”
“Please,” he whispers. “I need it.”
“How bad?” I ask with a smirk, going a little deeper.
“So bad,” he groans when I graze his prostate and pull back. “Oh, God, I want it. Please, baby, fuck me deeper.”
“Beg me some more,” I growl, going a little faster, but not deep enough. “I want to hear how badly you want it.”
“Please, Conrad,” Kenneth whines when I get closer to his prostate but don’t quite hit it right. “I’m begging you, please.”
“Good boy,” I whisper, and he moans so loud when I peg his prostate, I’m afraid we’ll get caught. “Shhhh.”
“I-I can’t help it,” he says as I piston my hips harder now, a little faster. He gasps again. “Like that.”
“More?” I ask him. “Tell me not to stop.”
“Don’t stop. Please!” He almost sobs when I fuck him right where he needs me to. “I’m gonna come, baby. Oh, fuck, I’m gonna come. It’s so good—”
“Come for me, Kenny,” I reply, my voice strained as my balls draw up and my spine tingles. If he doesn’t stop talking to me like that, all throaty and mixed with moans, I’m going to fucking come too. “I’m so close.”
“Yes,” he groans. “I’m c-coming! Conrad.”
“Oh, fuck,” I gasp, fucking him harder through his orgasm.
His ass clenches around me, making me come so hard my vision turns white, and there are spots dancing everywhere.
My cum pulses out of me in waves, and he fucks me back as I empty myself into him.
My chest heaves as I try to catch my breath, and I drape my body over his back and look around quickly. “You were so fucking loud, Kenneth.”
Ken laughs even louder, his body shaking under mine. “You love that shit.”
I roll my eyes, though I can’t help but chuckle. “I’m gonna pull out,” I tell him. “Do we have any tissues? Or are you gonna have sand in your ass?”
Kenneth grabs a pack of baby wipes and throws it back to me, and it lands next to me on the sand. I grab it and pull out of him, then get a baby wipe to clean him up, then myself.
“Good as new,” I whisper, then lean down and kiss his ass cheek.
We put ourselves back together and shove everything back into our beach bag, then lie down on the sand. With his body tucked neatly against mine, his head resting on my shoulder, and my arm wrapped around him as we look up at the sky, I can’t help the thought that comes into my mind.
This is the best day of my life.