When I come out, Tigo is on the patio. The doors are open and the breeze is filling the room. It’s perfect. I step out to find a bottle of wine and two glasses. Tigo smiles at me as I sit beside him.
“A toast?” Tigo questions, lifting his glass.
“Sure.”
“To starlit skies, warm beaches, and smashing comfort zones.”
Laughing, I clink his glass. “I’ll drink to that.”
We drink quietly for a few minutes, allowing the tension to build between us.
“If I can be bold,” Tigo starts quietly. “That kiss was fantastic.”
A flutter in my stomach catches me by surprise. “For me too.”
“Good.” He stands, walking forward to lean on the railing. After a moment, I follow him. He turns to look at me, not hesitating to lean in for another kiss. Thank god the man knows what to do.
We stumble inside, falling onto the bed, me beneath Tigo. The kiss is somehow even better and more intense than the one on the beach. The tentative exploration is gone, and Tigo is doing a fantastic job giving me a preview of what’s to come.
We tug at our clothes, pausing our kiss just long enough to pull our shirts off. Tigo’s flesh feels hot and soft under my fingers. He moans as he kisses, grinding his hips into mine. Without words, he breaks away, focused on unbuttoning my shorts.
“This okay?”
I nod, barely able to see him through the lust-haze surrounding me. I blink, not wanting to miss a thing this beautiful man does.
He gets my shorts open and tugs them down, taking my briefs with them. When my erection breaks free and slaps against my stomach, Tigo smiles. He still doesn’t talk as he takes my cock in his hand and teases the tip with his tongue. A sharp exhale escapes me, breathing out trapped memories of boring sex with Kyle.
Tigo’s hands move across my torso, playing with my nipples as he sucks my length down his throat. I throw my head back, arching into his touch as his hands rub up and down my thighs.
“You taste nice,” Tigo whispers. “Can you flip over?”
I nod, knowing I’ll do anything this man asks me to. I flip, watching him with heavy eyes as he strips out of his shorts. Now that’s a body that should always be naked. Wow. He has a nice dusting of hair on his arms and chest, down to his belly, and a colorful tattoo of something I can’t make out over his right pec. He gives his dick a few slow strokes while gazing at me.
“What’s your threshold like? Do you like a soft, medium, or hard fuck?” He steps closer, his eyes hungrily taking me in. “Or am I the one getting fucked? You tell me, Cato. I’ll go either way.”
“Jesus.” I breathe out the word. “I want you to pound me so hard my insides ache.”
A slow smile pulls at his lips. “I can deliver.” He gets on the bed with me. “By the way, you’re fucking beautiful.”
“So are you.”
Tigo straddles my back, facing away from me, and pulling my legs apart. “Whoa. Wow. This is…gorgeous.” He drags a finger over my entrance, sending shivers through me. “May I?”
“Wh-what?”
“Taste?”
“Fuck. Yes. Please.”
Tigo spreads my ass cheeks apart, and instead of feeling self-conscious over being so exposed, I’m excited about what I’m going to experience with him. He dives in, melting me with his hot tongue as he licks and nibbles over my hole.
“Fuuuuck,” Tigo moans. “Delicious.” He goes at me again, immersing me in long and fast, slow and frantic, absolutely perfect worship of my hole. He slides a finger in, biting my ass cheek. “I can’t wait to be inside you. I can feel you clench around my finger. You’re amazing, Cato.”
I nod into the pillow, unable to speak. Tigo continues pleasuring my entrance until I’m writhing across the bedding and moaning.
“Turn around, baby. I want to see you.”
I do as instructed, gasping as he straddles me again, this time scooting up so I can get his impressive cock in my mouth. His strong body above me is overwhelming, but in a really good way, like finding out you sold a story or came into some extra money. I run my fingers over his abs, sucking and licking the base of his cock. Tigo smiles, carding his fingers through my hair.