Don't Read in the Closet: Volume Four (100 page)

eyes crinkled up again at the corners as he gave me a slow smile. God,

he’d never looked better. The swell of the surf rolled in around us, the

water shallow, barely an inch deep where he had decided to get

horizontal. Such a smart man.

We moved together, creating friction that had my cock wet at the

tip for reasons that had nothing to do with the ocean. I rocked faster,

loving the groan he gave up as my shaft grazed the sensitive skin

below the head of his dick. I didn’t want the moment to end. But I

also wanted the wave of orgasm to crash into us both, like the surf

washing over our tangled limbs. I wanted to watch his face in the

moonlight as he came.

He must have had another idea. “Eddie, stop. Up. Inside.” Maybe

those were all the words he could form right then.

I figured he meant that he wanted us to go inside the cottage since

he was pushing me away from him, and not that he wanted me to get

my dick inside him. I stood and stared down at him as he lay in the

sand, his gorgeous hard cock resting against his abs, waiting for my

touch again, the taut muscles of his body reminding me of his power

and strength and everything I loved about the male body — about his

body. He still moved me beyond mere desire and lust like no one I’d

ever known.

I couldn’t wait any longer. Not once I realized I’d been standing

there stroking my dick as I stared at him. I didn’t want my own hand.

I wanted him. I reached out and helped him stand. He kissed me, hard,

fast, then grunted out the words, “More. Inside.” He tugged me with

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him toward the cottage. He didn’t stop for the table on the deck, for

my bag, for his, or the bathroom. He went straight for the bed.

He threw back the thin blanket and the sheet beneath. Both caught

in a gust of air and billowed out before wafting to the floor beside the

bed. He climbed onto his knees in the middle of the mattress. I didn’t

wait for him to grunt out more one-word commands. I kneeled facing

him. The lengths of our cocks touched first. He hissed, and that

spurred me on. I grabbed his ass and dragged him closer until we were

kissing, clutching at each other like we had on the beach.

Mike pulled away and flopped onto his back on the bed, his hard

cock bobbing and slapping against him. I wanted to stuff it in my

mouth, but there he went again with another idea.

He gripped my hips and forced me to straddle his thighs. He

moved me forward and spread my ass until his cock nestled between

my ass cheeks. Hands still clutching my hips, he helped me move up

and down, rubbing my ass along his shaft. He said, “Did you notice

anything special in this room?”

Huh? I was supposed to be looking at the room?

If he wanted to have a conversation, then the heat of his cock

against my ass was way too distracting. I tried to focus. Okay.

Headboard. Open window above. Yellow walls. White ceiling.

Bedside table. Lamp. Wait…

“What is that?” I asked.

“Your favorite kind.”

Talk about romantic.

Seriously.

I grabbed the bottle of lube from the table. It must have already

been there when we’d arrived. I hadn’t seen him open his bag. Which

meant he’d arranged with the resort to have it waiting for us. Which

meant he’d really given this a lot of thought.

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“I didn’t think they made this anymore,” I said. We hadn’t had

any at our place in five years or more. I’d searched every sex store I

could find, both in person and online.

“They do,” he said. “It’s just really hard to come by. Took me

forever” — he thrust up and grunted — “to find a place that sold it.”

Which was so damn sweet when I thought of how often he’d made

fun of me for being so attached to a specific brand of lube. He was

thrusting up against my ass harder, faster. He grasped the tops of my

thighs in both hands. “Hurry.”

My hand shook as I squirted the lube into my palm. “I love

Hawaii.”

“Hey, it’s not the island of magically-appearing lube. I searched

all over for that shit.”

“Such a good man.” I lifted my ass and reached around behind me

to slather his dick. His head fell to the pillow at the contact of my

slick hand to his shaft. I swiped the remainder of the lube over my

hole and held his cock up as I lowered my body to him. The head of

his dick pressed against the tight ring of muscle. Fuck, I’d missed this.

And not just my favorite lube. I’d missed the feel of him pushing at

my body, dying to get inside me, not just to get off fast anyway we

could muster the energy for. I’d missed being so damn turned on I

might explode with just his dick in my ass, but wanting to make it last

as long as he could stand it, wanting nothing more than him pounding

into me, taking his pleasure from me.

He pushed up, an easy, gentle motion, and the head of his cock

pressed inside. I waited a moment to catch my breath, for the burn to

ease, then I shifted up and down, working myself onto him.

He threw his head back again and bit his bottom lip. “Yes. God,

yes. Eddie!”

I surged forward to kiss him. His tongue met mine in a fierce

exchange.

“I’m ready,” I said.

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It was a response to a question he no longer asked but that he had

for weeks when we’d first starting fucking. His way of making sure I

was ready for what he wanted to do.

His eyes widened at my words, and that was it. In an instant he

had me flipped over onto my back, my legs over his forearms, and

was thrusting inside me like a man possessed with a desperate need to

climax or die trying. I shifted my hips, wishing I could get his dick to

hit my gland, but there’d be time for that. Later. We had four days in

this paradise. And by paradise, I wasn’t thinking about the resort or

the island.

Mike’s breaths came harder, and his face reddened as he groaned

and slammed into me one last time. If any part of my brain was still

working I might have tried to figure out when the last time was I’d

had his cum in my ass. It didn’t matter now.

He fell forward, his forehead landing on my shoulder. He was

panting. His heavy breaths blew across my body, tickling my chest

hair. I was content to stay that way for a while despite having my

knees practically at my ears and my still-hard cock’s interest in some

friction. Mike had other ideas. He sat up fast, slipped from my body,

and flipped us over again until I was lying on top of him.

“Up,” he said.

I didn’t know what he wanted, but I propped myself over him on

my knees with my hands on either side of his broad shoulders. He

scooted down the bed in one quick movement. I gasped as he gripped

the base of my cock and his mouth sucked me in. I straightened my

legs and rose up onto my toes to keep some of my weight off him. He

focused on the head of my dick for a long time, wetting, swirling,

sucking. My arms and legs were shaking by the time he slid his mouth

over the length.

One long pull to the tip, and he released me. “You taste salty.”

I almost told him it was okay to use his hand, but his next words

stopped me short.

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“It’s okay, Eddie. Fuck me.” He grabbed my ass and tugged me

forward, all the way into his mouth again. I let myself go. Let my

body move and thrust into the wet heat of his talented mouth. His big

hands massaged my ass. One slid to caress my balls, then back again,

between my cheeks, pressing at and around my hole, over and over.

When his thick finger drove inside me and hit my gland, I was a

goner. “Mike!” I gave one more thrust and came, my hips making

little jerking movements throughout the spasms that took hold of my

body.

“Oh God.” I fell to the side, trying not to land on him as my arms

gave out.

He kissed my hip, his hands still massaging over the muscles of

my ass. I glided my own hand over the surface of his smooth bald

head and down the back of his neck, reveling in how masculine he felt

when I touched him that way, how hot he looked with his cheek

resting on my leg next to my spent cock. He nuzzled my balls and

made his way up the bed, never letting go of me, wandering his hands

over my heated skin and tracing the tats along my arm and shoulder

with his tongue until we were lying face-to-face.

His eyes were half closed, but he had a satisfied grin. I probably

had the same. A matching set.

It was the first time we’d done it in a bed on our anniversary. The

normalcy of that may seem boring to most. Not to me. I’d been

waiting years for this.

He laughed as he shifted his ass on the sheet. “God, I have sand

everywhere.”

I’d forgotten he’d been lying on the beach while I’d been on top of

him, and I could only imagine where the sand had gotten. I laughed

with him. “Uncomfortable?” I asked.

He ran a hand down my cheek. The stubble made a scratching

sound against his palm. His thumb lingered over my lower lip. “Not at

all,” he said.

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“That’s a damn good lie. Come on. Let’s get cleaned up.” I got off

the bed and dragged him up with me. He gave me a chaste kiss, then

withdrew. He didn’t speak. He held my face in his hands and watched

me. Was I supposed to say something?

His stare grew more intense, the squeeze of his palms tighter. Not

painful. Intent. Serious. His eyes searched mine. “I love you.”

He’d said it before. A lot over the years, in fact. Then why did

those three words move me like never before? Maybe we’d gone too

long without saying them. Maybe it was the beach, the skinny-

dipping, the sound of the surf, the tropical breeze, my favorite kind of

lube. Or maybe it was just that he always had great timing.

“Thank you,” I said.

His grip on my face eased, and he smirked. “For telling you what

you should already know?”

“For all this. For the trip. Everything.”

“You’re welcome. But tonight was only the beginning. Let’s go

shower, then we’ll get some sleep. We have a big day tomorrow.”

“Oh yeah?”

“I booked a few things so we can see the island. Then there’s this

bar—”

I nodded. “Sounds good.” I grabbed him by the back of the neck.

“I love you.” My lips grazed his as I said the words, then we were

kissing again, a deep, long kiss that helped me forget about whatever

he had in mind for tomorrow night.

Tonight had been perfect. I could live with however he wanted to

spend the rest of our anniversary.

****

jogging to a flat-out run.

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He must have done the same. Even the laughing wasn’t slowing

him down. We were nearing the stretch of beach in front of our

cottage. At this rate I was never going to catch him. He was older than

I, but I could already hear the old-timer comments he’d sling my way.

I’d never hear the end of it if I couldn’t at least close the gap.

We’d gotten up early despite our late night and had rented a four

wheeler to drive to a red rock formation that changed colors under the

rising sun, then we’d spent the rest of the day snorkeling and kayaking

near Hulopoe Bay. The tropical fish, sea turtles, and two dolphins we

caught glimpses off all afternoon fascinated Mike, and I could see he

was disappointed when it was time to get out of the water. If the night

before alone together had been perfection, then today had been the

best damn icing on the cake I’d ever tasted. I hadn’t had a headache

all day. I hadn’t thought about court or the case or anything else. Just

the two of us and the gorgeous views.

All of it had reminded me of what I loved about Mike. How much

damn fun he was to just hang with. His humor, his easy way of going