“Move, baby.” Dallas’s voice was raw and needy, exactly what he wanted to hear. He lifted, Dallas’s slick cock almost slipping from his channel until his man pushed upward, driving Greer against the back of the lounger. Oh, fucking hell that felt good. The burn of the mind-blowing stretching and filling gave him over-the-top pleasure.
“Fuck, do it again,” he panted, hanging his head as his body lurched back down only to snap forward again, harder and faster this time. The grunts from behind caused his cock to leak. Greer reached down, clamping a fist around his cock, fighting the extraordinary orgasm building at lightning speed as he was bounced by powerful thrusts in a decadent pace Dallas created.
Grunts and frenzied pants drowned out the usual night sounds, adding to the heated excitement. Dallas’s thick cock found his prostate with every punch of those amazing hips.
His ass burned. His lungs seized. His brain buzzed. “Fuck, Dallas. Fuck.”
“Like?” Dallas drawled.
Being manhandled as if he weighed nothing? Hell yeah, he fucking liked. He never wanted this to end. He gripped the chair, his thighs straining as he worked to keep pace with Dallas. Greer canted his hips, matching Dallas move for move, losing himself in the feeling of his lover filling him so deeply.
He rolled his hips, forcing Dallas to thrust harder while he crashed back against Dallas’s chest. He reached his hand wildly behind him, grasping at Dallas as if his lover could help anchor him. He managed to grip Dallas’s head as that thick cock moved so enticingly inside him. With his fingers clinging tightly to Dallas’s silky strands, he hung on for dear life.
Even if he wanted to, he wouldn’t last much longer, not with the way Dallas hit his prostate with every push forward. He trusted Dallas to hold him up as he used a free hand to grip his cock, hoping he could hold out just a minute or two longer. It was too much and not enough at the same time, and it felt so fucking amazing.
“Fuck, you feel good. Stroke yourself,” Dallas instructed. He didn’t need to do more than release his fist. His orgasm rushed through his body at lightning speed, swamping him with pleasure as Dallas pushed into him. His fingernails scraped against Dallas’s scalp as his hand fisted involuntarily when his mister reached forward, barely touching Greer’s cock.
Dallas’s hips faltered, his rhythm becoming erratic.
“I’m coming…” Greer panted breathlessly. He slammed his eyes shut, and his muscles locked in pleasure as his orgasm charged forward. Greer was so fucked in all the right ways. Dallas barely managed to keep them both upright as they came. His sated haze made him useless as he sagged back against his lover, lost in their perfection, and closed his eyes.
Chapter 33
Their early flight to Guatemala hadn’t offered them much time to sleep, and before Dallas knew it, they were on the beach, taking part in the cleanup initiative.
Greer was a force of nature, and it fascinated Dallas to watch him live and work by his convictions. He set a high bar for himself and demanded the world around him do the same. And he clearly didn’t need much sleep. Where Dallas was exhausted from a hard morning of manual labor—after a long night filled with…manual labor, so to speak—Greer thrived in the fast-paced work environment he created.
For such a polished man, Greer wasn’t afraid to get his hands dirty. He worked as hard as anyone else on the beach cleanup crew. Moreover, he motivated the volunteers, wasting no time in rallying the troops. The global news media had been invited and gave Greer all their attention. Dallas got why. Greer was charming, photogenic, and well-spoken. He took the attention as giving him a forum to sing glowing praise about the company organizing the event, C.A.R.E.—Community. Action. Resources. Environment.—one of the first businesses Greer funded. Today marked four hundred million pounds of garbage collected from beaches worldwide.
Through action, Dallas saw what Greer tried to show the world. The smallest effort had significant effects on climate change.
Greer was such a mix of a man. He mingled comfortably with the world’s wealthy and elite. He also worked side by side with the everyday man, creating the same personal connections between both groups. Greer hauled trash, worked the recycling equipment, and offered a strong-armed hand for all the heavy lifting.
The love blooming inside Dallas grew stronger by the second, nearly consuming and overwhelming him. Greer was such a good man. Not anything like the player Dallas had thought he was. He gave hope to many startup companies, much like his own, helping to make dreams come true.
They’d spent the day picking up trash on a beach, but Dallas had picked up so much more. He’d seen shining bold and bright the truth of the man he’d fallen for.