Nothing about this was easy. Or, judging by the throb in my cock, maybe this part was. I finally let my gaze loose, and trailed Billy’s body, committing every inch of it to memory—his long legs, neat waist, and strong chest. I lingered at his nipples and bit my lip. God, I wanted to take them in my mouth, tease them with my teeth, and make him squirm. I wanted to do so many things to him, and as my eyes drifted lower again, and his dick hardened beneath the water, he seemed in the mood to let me.
Common sense drained from me as if it had never been there at all. Billy was staring at my dick too. I sat up, giving him a better view, and held out my hand.
He laughed. “Seriously? You think that’s a good idea?”
“We haven’t figured out why it’s a bad idea yet.”
“True. But it definitely is.”
I couldn’t deny it, but the longer I stared at him, the less I cared. Since Billy had come home to Rushmere, I’d fought the devil in me that gave in so easily to the call of another man’s body. After less than a minute in his company, it hadn’t been another man, it had only been him. No one else had crossed my mind for weeks. And I’d lost that fight, more than once, and I was about to lose it again. Billy called to me like a siren without moving a goddamn muscle. He didn’t speak. Just watched me edge closer to him, until something in him seemed to break.
He met me in the middle, and I had him on his back before we could blink. I kissed him, and he responded with a low groan that made my head spin. Water sloshed around us, and my hands sank into the sandy mud of the lake bed. Anyone could’ve walked up on us, but I didn’t care about that either.
Billy wrapped his scarred hands around my hips. His fingertips stroked the base of my spine. It was intimate, and sweet, and sexy as hell. I kissed him some more, then pulled back and studied his face, searching for something—anything—that would clue me in to what he actually wanted.
He stared back at me with a yearning I couldn’t decipher. Had he changed his mind about wanting me to fuck him? I doubted much had changed in the short space of time since we’d been rolling around on the living room floor, and the knowledge I couldn’t fuck him anyway, here, out in the open, with no rubbers or lube, grounded me. As if anything else that happened bore no consequence.
Because I was an idiot like that.
I shifted Billy further out of the water, and walked up his torso on my knees. I brought my dick to his lips and paused, giving him the chance to back away.
But he didn’t back away. He smirked, opened his mouth, and swallowed me down.
“Jesus.” My head fell back, and my mind emptied of all that wasn’t my cock sliding in and out of Billy’s sinful mouth. Billy was right, this wasn’t a good idea, and it never had been. We had to stop, but as he brought me to a climax that made my toes curl and knees shake, it was hard to imagine how.