Tristan placed a cube of cheese in his mouth and his fingers lingered. It took a second for Dylan to get the hint, and then he licked his way around them, sucking the digits before Tristan pulled them free. Dear god, was he seriously this lame that he couldn’t automatically pick up on little flirtatious hints?
As he rolled his eyes at his own inexperience, Tristan moved in, closing the distance between them and pressed soft lips against his. That startled Dylan more than the fingers in his mouth. Tristan held his head in place as he traced the seam of his lips with his tongue, licking and nipping sensuously at his mouth until he opened, allowing Tristan to deepen the kiss.
Tristan moved forward with only the food separating their bodies. Tristan’s strong hand slid around Dylan’s neck, angling his head as he drove his tongue deeper. The sound of the crashing waves in the distance were almost as loud as the pounding of his heart.
Tristan had intended the kiss to be small and encouraging. Yet one taste of those lips that had haunted him all day had Tristan delving deeper, fully exploring Dylan’s mouth, sampling and tasting, finding he needed more. Dylan kissed him like he had the right to be there. God, this guy turned him on. Knowing this wasn’t the right place or time, Tristan couldn’t help but bend in farther, pushing Dylan backward. Screw the food between them. He lowered them to the blanket, only breaking from the kiss long enough to better position himself. His hand skirted along Dylan’s rib cage and across his firm belly as he reached lower, wanting to feel the evidence of Dylan’s arousal. He rubbed Dylan’s jean-covered length wantonly, moaning into his mouth as the kiss turned frantic.
Dylan Reeves had effectively worked his way under his skin and was heading full steam ahead to capturing his heart. He would be with this man, anytime, anywhere. Dylan opened completely for him, becoming pliant with his touch, turning him on that much more. Tristan shoved a knee between Dylan’s thighs and settled between them, moving himself until he was grinding against Dylan’s hard arousal.
“I want you.” Tristan broke from the kiss and glanced down at the man who was slowly consuming him. Dylan’s eyes were half-closed, his lips pink and swollen from the sensual assault. Dylan turned his head, baring his neck. What a glorious sight.
“God, you’re fucking sexy,” Tristan growled as he latched on to Dylan’s neck, sucking the warm skin between his teeth. He was careful not to leave a mark where anyone might see. Tristan pushed up on his forearm and quickly worked at freeing himself. He hovered close to Dylan’s ear as he began to work the buttons of Dylan’s jeans. He licked around the shell of his ear before thrusting his tongue inside. The response was immediate and exactly what Tristan wanted. Dylan grabbed his hair, holding his head firmly in place as he wrapped both of his long legs around him.
The move was awkward and Dylan had such a tight hold, Tristan had to force himself slightly up so he could grab both of their cocks in one hand. Dylan bucked at the contact.
“It feels good,” Dylan gasped, encasing Tristan tightly in his arms. The move was endearing and sweet but not the best position to help jack them off. He pushed up as far as Dylan would allow and began stroking them in earnest. He was close, just being near this man did all sorts of things to him, and that combined with the intimacy of this act, had him already walking the edge. He couldn’t hold back his impending release. He tightened his grip, pumping his fist faster and watched his lover’s beautiful face as he uttered the words, “Come for me.”
Dylan barely had time to lift his shirt before his body arched and his orgasm claimed him, painting his chest and stomach with splatters of thick cream. The moment was so hot Tristan had no choice but to follow suit. His balls churned hotly and the warmth of Dylan’s cock moving against his spread along every nerve ending in his body. He was so caught up he couldn’t even shout as he marked Dylan’s stomach with his seed. He continued to stroke them both till the last sensitive shudder faded.
Damn, that hadn’t been planned, but shit… Tristan had a hard time balancing, and he finally gathered enough strength to shove back and rest on his ankles. He looked up at the stars, still trying to catch his breath. Fuck! That was amazing.
“I’m a mess,” Dylan whispered, his breathing still unsteady. The roughness in his voice made Tristan grin.
“Hang on.” Tristan looked over at the food, which was everywhere. He’d scattered every container all over the blanket while laying Dylan back. He dug in the basket and found the water bottles before dousing a napkin. “It’s gonna be cold.”
Tristan quickly ran the wet cloth across Dylan’s stomach and got an immediate reaction. The cold water caused him to quiver and his muscles to ripple. And that still half plump cock, quickly deflated.
“We made a mess.” This time Dylan’s eyes were on the blanket covered with food.
“I should’ve let you eat more.” Tristan finished cleaning Dylan, before he started working to right some of the spilled dishes. “I don’t think we can save it, but I can order in.”
Dylan sat up, pushing himself back into his underwear. He zipped up then tucked his shirt back into his jeans while Tristan worked at cleaning the mess on their blanket. He should be helping, but the impact of having such a intimate sexual experience performed in such a public place came crashing down on him.
Tristan did these kinds of things to him. Made him forget himself. He pushed him until he didn’t know which way was up or down. Until he gave in and did the exact opposite of what he should have done. No other person on this planet held that much control over him. How did this man do that?