Final Play (Fake Boyfriend 6)

“I love you so fucking much,” I say.

Lennon grins. “Hey, look at that. You’re acing this making me happy thing with three little words.”

“Now who’s the dumb one? That was six words.”

I love the sound of Lennon’s laugh.

“Are we good now?” Lennon asks.

While I should be relieved, ecstatic, and hopeful that Lennon and I seem to be on the same page about marriage, something still niggles at me, but I don’t know what it is. Lack of growth, maybe? Lack of change?

The annoying sense that Lennon and I should be moving forward in some way hasn’t gone away, but how do I tell him I still think we need more but don’t know what that more could be?

I push that to the back of my mind for now. “I’m thinking the only way to end this discussion is with blowjobs or something.”

Lennon sighs dramatically. “You ask so much of me.”

Before I can sass back, his hand fists my shirt, and he pulls me off the path and toward the beach.

“Out here?” I ask.

“Well, it’s no childhood treehouse, but we do have the entire island to ourselves.”

“Minus eight other guys and the owners,” I point out.

Lennon cocks his head. “By the sounds of things, you’re feeling a little uncertain about us, so maybe I should spice things up. Voyeurism kink? I could be into that.”

“Wait, really?”

“Okay, maybe not so much the being watched part, but the risk of being caught sounds hot.”

“Yeah?” I reach for Lennon’s waist and pull him close. “In that case, how about you be the one to get down on your knees?”

“I’m good either way, but are you all right with possibly getting caught with your cock out?”

“First, I have my dick out in front of guys every day at work—”

“Lucky them.” Lennon reaches for the button on my shorts.

“And second, with the way you know how to deep-throat, I have full confidence no one will be able to see my cock.”

“No pressure.”

“None at all. I know how good your mouth is.” I put my hand on his shoulder, arrogantly pushing him down to his knees as I lean back against a palm tree.

Despite my confident front, I am a little paranoid about the other guys catching us.

The little assurance I have is everyone is still at dinner, and even if they weren’t, the only two who would come this way are Damon and Maddox.

The small risk adds in a little adrenaline.

Lennon doesn’t even tease me a little first, which makes me think he’s just as anxious and nervous to not get caught.

As soon as my fly’s undone and my cock is out, it’s engulfed by his warm and talented mouth.

Jesus, that mouth.

Lennon may have confidence issues when it comes to his career, but one place he’s never lacked ego is in the bedroom. He knows how to get me off and get me off fast. He’s certain of his own limits as well as mine. He’s not shy about exploring or telling me what he doesn’t like.

After three years together, I thought we knew all there was to know about each other sexually, but it never ceases to amaze me that I can’t get enough of it. Enough of him.

He continues to suck me, and those damn glasses begin to slip down his nose.

I love the sight of him on his knees, driving me crazy, but I’d love it equally as much if he was the one staring down at me while I worked him over.

“Fuck, Lennon,” I rasp.

He grunts an acknowledgment but doesn’t stop.

My orgasm builds with every wet pull on my hard shaft. Lennon’s mouth doesn’t let up, doesn’t give me a chance to breathe.

Shallow panting fills the night air, my back rubs against the rough side of the palm tree, and my muscles contract and tighten, winding to the point I’m about to explode.

My balls draw up, preparing to let go of everything I have. Just … need … one more … second—

“What’re you guys doing?” Maddox’s knowing taunt cuts through the dark.

But it’s too late. I’m coming.

Lennon pulls away, and I turn toward the beach so Maddox and Damon can’t see me come all over the ground.

I have to bite my lip to stop any sound from escaping. There’s nothing I can do to stop as cum keeps spurting out of my cock. I grip the base of my dick and will it to hurry the fuck up and empty, all the while trying not to pass out from the pleasure rocking my whole body.

Lennon stands. “Uh … Ollie got something in his foot. I was … uh … checking it out.”

Both Damon and Maddox laugh.

Fuck.

“Uh-huh. Sure,” Maddox says. “If it makes you feel any better, we’ve already checked. No poisonous plants in Fiji.”

“Thanks,” Lennon says.

“Definitely none where you need to suck the poison out,” Damon says.