Playing horrible golf shouldn’t be so much fun, but Kit made it that way. People who knew me from before looked at us as though ashamed of our joking and flirting, but I ignored them. Kit’s bubbly laugh and the glow on his face were all that mattered.
“Kit.”
“Yes?”
I pointed at a row of trees. “I think the ball went that way.”
He frowned. “Are you sure? I thought it—”
“Yes, I’m definitely sure. As my designated sexy boyfriend caddy, you really ought to get it.”
“Sully, what game are you playing at?”
“No game. We just need that ball so I can finish my game and we can go to the spa. I know you’re looking forward to that.”
“I’m going!”
Kit ran off toward the trees, and chuckling, I went after him. “Don’t mind us,” I said to the men staring at us as if we were insane. “Just trying to find the ball.”
From the look on their faces, they weren’t convinced. Even with my awful playing today, they’d stayed behind us the whole time when they should have advanced way ahead of us.
“Did you find it?” I asked Kit.
“No, where exactly did—”
Sweet, naïve Kit. I pulled him to me, slammed my mouth on his, and found the nearest tree to pin him to. He got with the program real quick and wrapped his legs around my waist. I put a hand under his ass and held him to me as I thrust my tongue into his mouth. He moaned. I bit his bottom lip.
I returned Kit to his feet and went down on my knees in front of him.
“Sully.”
I peeled down the waistband of his tiny shorts and his jockstrap. “Don’t be too loud,” I said. “A few old geezers are probably standing close by listening to us.”
“Should we be doing this here, then? Oh god, Sully.”
Had I not sucked his cock down my throat all at once, I would have laughed at the way he moaned my name. The piercings scraped my tongue and the roof of my mouth. I rolled my tongue around his cockhead and sucked on it.
Kit’s fingers dug into my hair, and he panted hard. “Sully.”
I waited until he was near the edge, then pulled off his cock. He grumbled in protest, but I got to my feet and kissed him soundly.
“Turn around.”
He turned and leaned against a tree. “Use lots of spit,” he said.
“Don’t need it.” I removed the small packet of lube and dangled it in front of his face with a grin.
“You!” he gasped. “You planned this?”
“To fuck you on the golf course? God, yes. The second you told me you wanted to come with me, I knew this would be the highlight of my day.”
I rubbed the lube over my dick, then slid my slick fingers inside him to get him ready for me.
“So I didn’t have to pout about you paying me attention earlier?”
“Nope, but who would mind your pouting? It’s so sexy.” I nuzzled his neck and kissed his skin. “I’m going to fuck you now, Kit. Can you be quiet?”
“I don’t know.”