Kreed shook his head and pulled off his shirt. He dropped the worn cotton on top of Aaron’s. His shorts carrying his cell and his wallet made a heavy thump on the wooden deck. Kreed jogged down the steps, losing his underwear about the same place Aaron had shed his. Aaron broke the surface just as Kreed hit the water wearing nothing but a smile. As he plunged under, then up again, he decided Aaron might be the death of him, and if that were the case, then it would be a spectacular way to go.
Kreed swam to where Aaron floated. One strong tug had Aaron against him with his lips descending as he captured his mouth, lazy and slow. Yeah, the kid was going to be the death of him… Aaron encouraged Kreed by wrapping his legs around Kreed’s waist and kissing him back. Kreed loved that fucking move. Aaron was so in tune with him. The kid read his mood and body language like a fucking book, knew exactly how to get him riled up.
“Fuck, you’re a bad boy, aren’t you?” Kreed panted against Aaron’s mouth.
“If you only knew the truth about me, Deputy Marshal, you’d be hauling me into custody.”
“That can be arranged. I do have handcuffs.”
“Mmm…tempting.” Aaron licked at his lips and ran his fingers down then up his back before cupping the back of his head.
Kreed melted when Aaron’s swollen cock ground against his. He slid his fingers between Aaron’s ass cheeks and pressed the pad of his pinky finger against the tightly puckered flesh of his entrance.
“We’ll have time for handcuffs and toys later.” Aaron groaned, tilted his hips, and pressed back against his finger. “I want you in me. Now.”
“Not here. The condom and lube are in my short’s pocket.” Wet sand gave under his feet as he started moving them toward the shore.
They hit the beach, hot and heavy, naked and horny. Aaron’s thick erection stood out from his lean body, a tempting distraction from the beautiful backdrop surrounding them.
After grabbing the condom and packet of lube out of his shorts, he tossed his clothing back down. Kreed couldn’t keep his eyes off Aaron’s ass as he followed his guy toward the little alcove at the end of an outcropping of lava rocks that started at the base of a heavily bent coconut tree. Luckily for him, the spot was hidden out of view from the open beach by tropical plants, plumeria trees, and hibiscus bushes.
Aaron stopped and turned just as Kreed stepped into the tropical enclosure. Kreed savored the sight in front of him. His gaze slowly dropped from the beautiful dragon tattooed over the kid’s shoulder and down his chest, lingering briefly on those tempting piercings before it fixed on what his church boy was doing with his hand. Aaron stroked himself, hard and ready, and the thick head glistened with pre-come that Kreed was tempted to taste. Kreed’s gaze flicked back up to Aaron’s face to watch his pink tongue dart out to lick across full lips that now captured Kreed’s attention.
“Fuck, I don’t know where I wanna start.”
“Kissing’s always good.” Aaron smirked. Kreed didn’t waste any time pushing Aaron against the base of the coconut tree, kissing him, hard and demanding. Aaron’s warm palm curled around his dick, and he thrust into the tight fist. Aaron took the condom out of his hand and tore the small package with his teeth. His lust-clouded blue gaze never left Kreed’s as the cool latex rolled down his length.
“Turn around.” His voice sounded a little rushed and desperate. It wasn’t his fault he was so needy; Aaron made him that way.
“Here, you’ll need this.” Aaron opened the package of lube, coating two of his fingers before offering the package to Kreed who watched with mixed emotions as Aaron reached behind and started to prepare himself. Fuckin’ A, that was hot as hell. He loved watching the kid open himself, but right now, he wanted to be the one stretching Aaron. He quickly spread the lube on his dick and fingers.
“Please. Let me,” he said, turning Aaron around to face the tree. Kreed smoothed his hand up Aaron’s back, watching the way Aaron’s muscles bunched under his palm as he urged him to lean forward. He slid his knuckles between that dark crease where Aaron’s fingers had disappeared and eased them from his hole. A groan rumbled from Aaron’s chest and a shudder racked his body when he pushed two slick fingers in Aaron’s ass. He’d caught on quickly that Aaron craved the burn and the stretch of penetration. Tight muscles seized his fingers, gripping them, drawing them in.
“More,” Aaron hissed as he sucked in a breath and widened his stance.
“So fucking tight.” Kreed twisted his fingers, pumping them in and out, stretching Aaron before deliberately, curling his digits and pressing on that spongy gland he knew would send Aaron into a frenzy.
“Fuck… Fuck!” Aaron bucked against Kreed’s hand, humping on the fingers in his ass. “Don’t make me wait, Sin.”
Widening his stance, Kreed splayed his hand across the small of Aaron’s back then slid it up and pressed down on the top of Aaron’s shoulder blade, digging his fingertips into the top of his church boy’s shoulder. Aaron spread his legs wider and tilted his ass up. Electricity shot through Kreed’s body and sparked in his balls at the sight of Aaron open for him. He took his dick in hand and pressed it to Aaron’s opening, pushing past the outer tight ring of muscle, completely seating himself in Aaron in a long, slow thrust.
He stopped his movement the moment his groin met Aaron’s ass, allowing him time to adjust. The fine hairs on the back of Aaron’s thighs rubbed against the front of his. Aaron’s hot passage immediately clamped down on him, the tight heat driving him insane with the need to claim what was his. But he remained still.
“Move. Fuck me, Sin.” Aaron’s weight pressed back against him, and he slid in a fraction of an inch more…and swore the angels sang.