Page 81 of Tough Call

Between us, we managed to work them down and off. While we were at it, we got rid of his, too, and a moment later, they landed on the side of the pool with a wet splat.

Now there was nothing separating us, and I fucking loved the contrast of the cool water and his hot body. Rutting against each other, nothing separating our hard cocks, making out—this was absolutely perfect.

Madars went for my neck. His lips were so damn talented, and every time he kissed my throat, I thought I was going to come unraveled.

And that was before he closed his fingers around my dick and started stroking. Water made for terrible lube, so he didn’t do it fast or hard—just enough to keep my head spinning and my toes curling.

“Tell me how you want to come,” he purred against my neck. “Anything you want, baby.”

I let my head fall back, dizzy with arousal. “I want…” Fuck. How was I supposed to think?

His lips skated up the side of my neck to the underside of my jaw, and clarity came in an instant.

“Your mouth,” I blurted out. “I want… I want to come in your mouth.”

Madars groaned and bit my shoulder. Then he put his hands on my waist and hoisted me onto the edge like I weighed nothing. Before I even had my wits about me, he’d shoved my knees apart and⁠—

“Oh, fuck,” I moaned as he licked around the head of my dick. “Madars…”

He hummed happily and continued working his magic. His lips, his tongue, his hand—he used it all to send me soaring.

The view was incredible, too. Here was the most gorgeous man I’d ever seen, his powerful body on full display in the pool while he went to town on my cock. And I loved how much he clearly enjoyed giving head. He moaned like it was the best thing ever, and from the way his shoulder moved, he was giving himself some attention beneath the water. That was hot—a man who was so turned on by sucking dick that he had to touch himself. I could relate, because I was exactly the same way.

“Jesus, Madars,” I whispered, sliding my hand over his wet hair. “Oh, that’s so good. Fucking hell.”

He groaned from low in his throat, and he did something with his tongue—some kind of magic that turned the whole world to sparks—and I wasn’t even ashamed that the people in neighboring villas probably heard me cry out with pleasure.

Madars must’ve taken that to mean I was close, because he doubled his efforts, and I was completely at his mercy. As he hauled me toward the precipice, I couldn’t even form the words to warn him I was about to come, but I was pretty sure he could tell from my breathless moans and my fingers twitching on his shoulder as I tried to hold on to something for dear life. Somehow, he brought me right to the edge and held me there, kept me there, let me teeter without sending me over, driving me halfway out of my mind before he finally⁠—

“Oh fuck!” I cried even louder this time, and I almost fell back onto the pavement as I came in his eager mouth. I thought my damn soul left my body for a second or two, and I fucking loved it. “Holy shit, Madars…”

He lifted his head and grinned up at me. “You’re so hot when you come.”

I didn’t even know what to say. I wasn’t even sure my soul had re-seated itself fully yet, because goddamn.

“Come here,” he murmured, and tugged my hips toward him. With his help, I slid back into the water, yelping at the coolness after the sun had been beating on my back. Then Madars had me pressed up against the edge again, kissing me deep and hard, and I was once again intoxicated by his body heat while we were surrounded by cool water.

As my head cleared—well, as much as it ever did when I was wrapped up in Madars’ kiss—I realized his thick hard-on was still pressed against me. Ooh, he hadn’t come yet. Time to do something about that.

“You made me come,” I whispered. “Now it’s my turn.”

“Not yet.” He grinned. “I’m going to give you some time to recover, and then I’m going to come in your ass.”

I shivered, and my voice came out ragged as I murmured, “Fuuuck.”

His grin broadened. “You like that idea?”

“It involves you fucking me. Of course I like it.”

He laughed softly. “Figured.”

“I can still get you off first.” I rubbed my hip against his hard cock. “I don’t want to neglect you.”

“You’re not.” He dipped his head to kiss my neck again, and I gasped because my skin was still hypersensitive after my orgasm. “You’re not neglecting me at all. I want to come in you.” He wrapped his arms around me and pulled me flush against him. “And then when I get hard again, I want to come in you a second time.”

“Fucking hell,” I breathed. It would be a genuine miracle if I could still walk after this summer, but I didn’t care. I loved the sex we had. I loved that he couldn’t get enough of topping me. He enjoyed bottoming too, but topping was definitely his preference, and any chance we had, we were screwing.

Madars broke the kiss and pressed his forehead to mine. For a second, I thought he might be shivering from the cold, but then I realized he was just trembling.