Heat Stroke (Beach Kingdom 2)

An exhale shook its way out of Marcus and they kissed hard.

And then Jamie dropped his forehead to Marcus’s shoulder and thrust his hips.

Marcus shouted a curse and fell forward, catching himself on his hands. The second, third and fourth buck of Jamie’s hips came in slow succession, his control almost snapping at the sight of his cock sinking into Marcus, stretching his flesh, Marcus pushing his ass higher in response, groaning like he’d been waiting decades for Jamie to finally put it in.

Lust made Jamie’s eyelids heavy, but he saw Marcus reach for his own cock and grated, “Stop. I said no touching.”

Marcus made a sound of disbelief. “Please, I have to. I have to.”

That custom suit of control Jamie had worn earlier was back on, the fit even more perfect. Loving Marcus and bossing him around was a tightrope he wanted to walk for the rest of his life. And now that he’d started, he wasn’t sure he could stop. “Touch that big, dirty dick of yours and I’ll stop.” Jamie pressed a fist to the center of Marcus’s back and his thick ass lifted even more, letting Jamie get deeper and now he was just going for broke, burying his cock between Marcus’s ass cheeks as hard as he could, pumping and grunting in a way that almost made him unrecognizable to himself, but in the best fucking way. “Keep your hands where I can see them. My fuck is going to make you come all over the goddamn floor.”

Marcus’s fingers splayed on the floor, before his hands shot into fists. “It hurts. Ah God, it hurts so fucking bad. Jack me off, babe. Please please just touch it.”

“If I touch it, what will happen?”

“I’ll come. I’ll come.”

Jamie leaned down and flattened his chest on Marcus’s back, speaking in a rasp against his ear. “You’re getting so much better at tests, Mr. O’Shaughnessy. Too bad you won’t be able to sit properly in my classroom after I’ve worn you out with this cock.”

Marcus moaned through his teeth, his lower body started to writhe back, meeting the drives of Jamie’s hips hard. So hard that a wet smacking noise filled the room and their knees started to slip on the slick floor, two sets of legs and feet fighting for leverage, Jamie never ceasing his relentless taking of Marcus’s ass.

“Jamie. Harder. Harder. Harder.”

“Look down at your cock, baby,” Jamie rasped in his ear. “Is it getting thicker?”

Marcus’s head dropped forward and he growled. “Yes.”

“Is it swinging around, same way it does in your pants? Driving me fucking crazy wanting to get on my hands and knees for it?”

“Jamie.”

“One stroke.” Jamie licked a path up the side of Marcus’s neck and latched onto his ear, biting down. “Just one and then you better stop.”

Marcus’s hand disappeared beneath him faster than the blink of an eye, his back flexing as he stroked himself. A moan broke from his throat, strangled and rife with frustration, before his hand slapped down down on the floor. “Fuuuuuck.” His hand smacked the floor again, once, twice, big body heaving. “I’m dying. I can’t. Faster please. More.”

Marcus’s back arched, his thighs sneaking wider and Jamie hips began to move in a blur out of pure necessity. Out of his dick’s need to be stroked fastfastfast so the mounting pressure in his balls would go the fuck away and Christ, there was no other place in the world he wanted to empty himself than inside this man. “My fucking man,” Jamie gritted into Marcus’s sweaty back. “Give it up for me.”

Jamie drove harder than ever before, pressing deep and holding while he licked the salt off Marcus’s back—and Marcus started to shake, his ass muscles tightening up around Jamie’s cock, blanketing Jamie’s vision with twinkling lights. “Jamie. Oh God—”

Over. It was over. Hearing Marcus say his name during his climax made Jamie’s own balls erupt, pleasure/pain ripping up his back. The rhythmic squeezing, the proof of Marcus’s pleasure, all of it thoroughly undid him and the incessant ache between his thighs ebbed in waves while he cried out, his mouth opened on Marcus’s rippling spine.

They collapsed sideways onto the kitchen floor, Marcus rolling over onto his back moments later after they’d both drifted back down to reality. He faced Jamie with a grin blooming on his sweaty face, totally unabashed in his nakedness. “Damn, Jamie. You put it down.” He raised his hand for a high five. “I thought you were going to make me call you Daddy.”

Normally Jamie would have rolled his eyes and said something sarcastic, but he’d literally never felt lighter, happier or more optimistic in his entire life. He watched himself return the high five in slow motion and erupted into laughter. Marcus joined him. And there they lay for another twenty minutes, laughing on the kitchen floor with their dicks out like absolute lunatics.