“I don’t mind if we stay in,” Titus rasped. “Can order pizza…”
Draven shook his head. “We’ll go out and let the anticipation build. When we get back here, I’m going to spend all night fucking you.”
Titus shivered. “Please, yes.”
Draven kissed him again. “I want to enjoy an evening out with you. I think we both need it.”
“Okay. I’d like that.” Titus licked his lips. “Uh. Your hair is…is big?”
Draven felt his hair and laughed. “Oh, yeah. It is. The humidity, along with a wrestling match with Riveen. That’ll do it.”
Titus laughed, and Draven brought him farther into the house.
He liked Titus’ laugh. In fact, he liked everything he knew about the man so far. It was a good thing they’d only be spending the next handful of days and nights together, otherwise he might end up with a broken heart.
Chapter Nine
Four nights left
Titus told himself that was plenty of time. It was a vacation fling, after all. Before he knew it, he’d be back at home, reading up on new teaching methods and working on a budget for school suppliers.
He wouldn’t get attached to Draven. He couldn’t possibly in the short time they had together.
It didn’t matter that Draven had turned out to be funny and kind, smart and sexy—
Well, I wouldn’t be having this fling with him if he wasn’t all those things. Titus propped himself up on one elbow and stared down at Draven as he slept. There was enough moonlight coming in through the curtains for Titus to see Draven’s features.
He looked softer in sleep, younger, with the moonlight bringing a glow to his tan skin. Titus wanted to touch him, but he didn’t want to wake Draven. He did, but he wouldn’t.
Despite his shower earlier, Draven still smelled like the ocean—salty and wild. Titus loved the way Draven’s skin was warm and scented like the Gulf Coast. Maybe it was because Draven liked to be in the water so much. Every day they’d been in the ocean at least twice. Titus guessed Draven was such a natural in the water because he’d always lived by it. He could dive under and hold his breath for long periods of time. Titus had freaked when Draven did that the first time.
Draven moved through the water like he was half-fish. Merman, maybe. Titus grinned down at him, his fingers itching to touch Draven.
Four nights. We have four more nights.
How much sleep did they really need?
“Can feel you watchin’ me.”
Titus squeaked and almost fell off the bed. Draven grabbing his arm was the only reason that didn’t happen.
“Jesus!” Titus gasped and flopped onto his back. “Don’t do that to me!”
“Do what?” Draven kicked the sheet off. “You were watching me sleep.”
Titus closed his eyes. “That makes me sound like a creep.”
Draven rolled on top of him, although he didn’t let all his weight rest on Titus. “Nah, you just needed me.”
Titus peeked out of one eye as his heartbeat accelerated. What did Draven mean by that? Did he think Titus was becoming emotionally involved? That he would think this was more than it truly was? Did he—?
Draven pressed his hips to Titus’. The hot, thick length of his cock short-circuited Titus’ panicking brain.
“Oh yeah, need you,” he rasped.
Before Titus could do anything else, blurt out something embarrassing, Draven kissed him, deep and dirty, no gentle nips and licks.
Titus moaned, opened his mouth and lost himself in the taste of Draven, the feel of his body, the scent of the ocean rolling off him. There was nothing about Draven that didn’t flip every one of Titus’ switches.
Titus ran his hands up from the mounds of Draven’s ass to his face. He kissed Draven back with every ounce of enthusiasm he had, without inhibition, reveling in the moment rather than worrying about in it.
He pressed his head against the pillow to give himself a little space because he needed to speak. “Wanna suck you.”
Draven rumbled and kissed him again, then Draven was pushing up, moving while Titus caressed his thighs, his abs, his chest.
Draven grabbed his pillow. “Raise up.”
Titus lifted his head and let Draven shove the pillow under him.
“Perfect,” Draven murmured. “Open for me. Show me you want it.”
Titus burned with need as he parted his lips. He’d never known how much he liked dirty talk, maybe because he’d never been with anyone who had done it right.
Draven did everything right.
Including feeding the tip of his cock into Titus’ mouth so slowly that Titus was in danger of drooling on himself, his mouth was watering so much. He wanted to taste Draven, and when he flicked his tongue over Draven’s slit, the briny taste reminded him of the ocean.
Titus sucked on the tip, and Draven hissed. “Can I…?” He slipped one hand around to the back of Titus’ head. “Is this okay?”
“Mmhm.” Titus cupped Draven’s ass. He ran his tongue around the top then the underside of Draven’s crown.
Draven cursed softly and jerked, pushing deeper into Titus’ mouth.
Titus sealed his lips around Draven’s length and used his tongue to tease along the shaft. He wanted more. He sucked and tried to raise his head.
“Hungry for it,” Draven muttered, then pressed in, oh so slowly, until he breached Titus’ throat.
Titus swallowed and relished the sound Draven made—he was every bit as hungry for this as Titus was.
“Sweet hell,” Draven whispered. “You’re going to kill me.”
Titus hoped not. He wanted those promised days with Draven.
Draven rolled his hips, his taut butt clenching and releasing under Titus’ hands. He took Draven’s cock into his throat again, and Draven shivered.
“N-not—” Draven pulled back. “Not y-yet.”
Titus was confused—who didn’t want a blow job?—until Draven turned around and pushed Titus’ legs apart.
Fuck yes! Titus drew Draven’s cock back into his mouth as Draven fisted his shaft in return.
Titus cupped Draven’s balls with one hand and kneaded his ass with the other.
Draven lapped at Titus’ glans, murmuring and moaning, then bobbed down, sucking most of Titus’ length into the hot, wet cavern of his mouth.
Titus cried out around Draven’s cock. Electric sparks of pleasure were shooting along his nerve endings—he wasn’t going to last long.
He tried to concentrate on driving Draven out of his mind, swallowing every chance he could, pressing and rolling Draven’s sac, working the fingers of his other hand into Draven’s crease to tease at his hole.
That last bit seemed to rock Draven’s world. His hips stuttered and his thrusting turned rougher, wilder.
Titus sucked harder and his balls drew tight when Draven pushed a finger against his hole. He hadn’t even penetrated Titus before Titus’ orgasm slammed into him with the force of a tsunami.
He was dimly aware of Draven shouting, of the swell of Draven’s prick and the taste of his cum. It was hard to do anything but believe he’d morphed into a being made entirely of ecstasy as he came.
Titus was panting as Draven flopped to the side, his feet by Titus’ head. Every few seconds, he felt Draven shudder, heard his raspy breaths between Titus’.
Titus knew he should do something, say something.
“Swim,” Draven said, his voice rough, likely from taking Titus’ dick deep down his throat.
Titus was on the verge of passing out into a sex-stupor. “Uh?”
“Swim. I need—” Draven cleared his throat, not that his voice sounded any better when he spoke again. “Water. Get in the water.”
Titus frowned, then shrugged. He knew Draven loved the ocean. It didn’t really surprise him that Draven would want a middle-of-the-night swim. Maybe it should have.
This was the only vacation fling Titus would ever have, though. He wasn’t the kind of person who did this ty
pe of thing, so he was going to enjoy every second of it.
“Come with me?” Draven asked, sitting up and holding out his hand.
Titus took a hold of it. “Yeah.” He’d been ready to pass out, but the idea of spending some time playing in the ocean with Draven was too appealing to pass up. “Let’s go.”
Chapter Ten
Three nights left
Three nights—that wasn’t much time.
“Hey, here comes the dolphin again.” Titus chuckled. “It sure seems to like you.”
Draven was going to have a chat with the aquarium’s dolphin, Kai. If Kai kept approaching Draven, someone was bound to notice—Kai’s trainers, for example.
“I think he’s eyeing you,” Draven said as he silently willed Kai to behave. Everyone thinks dolphins are sweet creatures. Little do they know…
Titus looked from Kai to Draven, then back at Kai. “No, no he’s definitely wanting your attention. Maybe we should walk around to the surface level.”
“I have a better idea. Let’s go see the otters.” In truth, Draven hated coming to the aquarium, but Titus had wanted to go, and he’d talked about how he could use the experience for some of his lesson plans. It gave Draven the creeps to see all the creatures in captivity. Only for Titus would I do this.
Titus pressed his hand to the thick glass of the underground viewing area. “Look, here comes the other dolphin.”
“Mmhm. Otters are really cute.” Two dolphins vying for Draven’s attention—or trying to cause trouble for him, more likely—could only spell trouble. “And there’s ice cream to be had.”
Titus looked at him. “Do you have a fear of dolphins?”
A justified one. “Some people call them the bullies of the sea.”
“What?” Titus frowned. “No! Everyone knows dolphins are good…things…aren’t they?”
Guilt settled like a knot in Draven’s gut. “I didn’t mean to ruin your fun.”
Titus’ frown gave way to a smile. “You didn’t. I won’t be passing on the bad news about dolphins to my new students. I’ve been trying to get the school to let us bring the kids here for the last field trip of the school year, but I always get shot down. Think maybe the admins know about the evil of dolphins?”
Since Titus was teasing, the lump of guilt began to dissipate. “It’s highly possible. Word’s been getting out about dolphins trying to take over the world. Them and the octopuses.”
“Octopuses.” Titus shivered as they began walking out of the viewing area. “Man, I know those things are really smart. I’ve seen videos of them escaping from aquariums and moving on dry land. One of my college roommates had a theory that octopuses were actually aliens. I don’t know why he thought that. I never asked, but every time I see an octopus on TV or online, I get creeped out.”
“They’re very smart, but they aren’t evil.” Like some dolphins I know. “That’s my opinion, anyway,” Draven rushed to add before Titus thought he was weird. They stepped out into the humid Texas day. The air felt thicker but familiar. The salty tang in it made Draven’s skin hum with an almost electric-current sensation.
“Do you ever wonder if it’s wrong to keep animals in captivity?” Titus asked. “We take the kids to the zoo for their first field trip, and I always feel bad for most of the animals. Kind of having the same experience here.”
“I don’t like to see anything caged,” Draven admitted with honesty before he could think better of it.
Titus turned to him and stopped walking. “Then why are we here? You should have spoken up.”
Draven shrugged. “You wanted to come here. That’s what mattered more to me.”
“It mattered more than your own feelings?” Titus asked quietly as he studied Draven.
Draven’s cheeks heated with a blush. How did he dare answer that?
Titus saved him from having to stress over it. “Let’s go.”
“Wait. I didn’t mean to ruin this for you.” Draven felt like an ass. “Ignore what I said. Let’s go see the otters.”
Titus shook his head. “I’m not going to ignore what you said. What you want is…is important to me, too.”
This is just a fling. Just a fling. Three nights left.
“Draven?” Titus touched his arm.
It’s just a fling, but it’s going to hurt like a motherfucker when he leaves. Draven plastered on a smile. “Sorry, I was thinking about what else we can do.”
Titus leaned in and whispered, “You can take me back to your place and fuck me stupid. If that’s what you want. I know I’ll love it.”
Draven’s heart beat faster and blood rushed down to his groin. “Are you sure?”
Titus had moved back, and he rolled his eyes. “Oh my gosh. How could I prefer this”—he waved a hand around him—“over what I proposed?”
Draven’s smile was much sincere this time. “Well, if you’re absolutely sure…?”
“Unless you’d rather be here?” Titus asked. “I know what I’d pick, but hey—”
Draven caught Titus by an elbow. “Home it is.”
Titus laughed and a few people looked their way. Draven had never touched another man out in public, not in any way that wasn’t familial, but with the promise of having his cock buried in Titus’ tight ass soon, Draven was unable to keep from touching him. And it was only a hand to Titus’ elbow. If someone wanted to cause trouble because of it, Draven would slap the daylights out of them.
No one bothered them as they left the aquarium and walked back to Titus’ car. The anticipation was taut between them. If there hadn’t been people lulling about, Draven would have spoken, would have told Titus all the dirty things he was going to do to him when they got to Draven’s place.
“Hurry,” Draven muttered once they were in the car. “Gods, I want to kiss you so bad right now.”
Titus stopped mid-buckling up. “Do it. I want—”
Draven swallowed the rest of those words, the whimpers and moans Titus gave him, too. He didn’t worry about being seen or someone causing trouble.
All he could think about was Titus, and some little voice in his head told him that was going to cause him trouble enough.
Draven ignored it. This was just a fling. His heart couldn’t possibly be at risk.
Chapter Eleven
Two nights left
The moonlight was partially obscured by clouds, but it didn’t dim the romance of the night. Titus relished holding Draven’s hand in his, the wet sand under their feet, the breeze blowing with a tad more gusto than usual, the salt in the air. Although the night itself was nearly perfect, it was the man walking with him that held his attention.
Draven stopped them and pointed at a pier. “I was actually under there when I first saw you.”
It didn’t even seem odd to Titus. Draven was…different, and though Titus couldn’t pinpoint how, he wasn’t bothered by it. “When Riveen came out of the water?”
“Yes.” Draven walked them to the edge of where the waves could lap at their feet. “We swim a lot. The ocean is…necessary. I couldn’t imagine living away from the ocean. I couldn’t live away from it.”
Titus thought Draven was being melodramatic, but he got the message loud and clear—Titus wasn’t creating fluffy dreams of Draven moving back with him. Besides, Draven wouldn’t be who he was without having the ocean nearby. Titus ignored the little pain in his heart. This is just a fling, and it’ll be over soon.
“Are you up to a swim?” Draven asked. He grinned at Titus. “I’ll keep you safe.”
Titus laughed. “Maybe I’ll keep you safe.”
Draven surprised Titus by pulling him in for a kiss. Titus opened immediately, running his hands down to Draven’s butt. He kneaded the taut mounds and tilted his head to deepen the kiss.
Draven rumbled and cupped him at the nape and jaw. Titus felt the growing bulge of Draven’s erection, the answering swell of his own.
“Not much time left,” Draven murmured against Titus’ lips.
T
itus didn’t want to think about that. He kissed Draven again and explored the many flavors of him. Draven always tasted slightly salty. It was a part of him that fascinated Titus, that he was coming to crave.
No, no craving. No craving. He nipped Draven’s tongue and moved his hands so that he could run his fingers down Draven’s crease.
Water splashed over their feet as Titus—and Draven—sank into the sand with each wave. Draven tugged, and they moved a few steps into the ocean.
Titus had learned to leave his cell phone and wallet at the condo unless he knew they were going out somewhere he’d need it. Draven liked his spontaneous dips in the ocean, and Titus was learning to appreciate them, too.
Especially when Draven made a growling sort of noise before taking them a little deeper into the warm ocean.
Titus kept his hands on Draven, kept tracing the seam of his ass through the thin swim trunks he wore for Titus’ sake. Then he felt the water lapping at his thighs and a surge of daring had him pulling Draven’s trunks down.
And still they kissed, Draven’s breath hitching when Titus bared his cock. Draven moaned softly and licked at Titus’ lips.
Titus had to stop touching Draven long enough to jerk his own shorts down. His cock bobbed in the water, and Draven pressed up against him. Titus went right back to playing with Draven’s ass, tracing the slightly fuzzy length of his crack. He tapped Draven’s hole and Draven jolted, thrusting his hips demandingly.
Titus took them another step out, then another, and the water covered most of their asses. He nipped Draven’s lip then pressed a fingertip against Draven’s pucker.
Draven made his rumbling sound again as he shot a hand down to grab Titus’ butt. Without hesitation, he pushed a thick finger into Titus’ hole.
Titus went hot all over, inside and out. His legs trembled but he had enough brain cells still working to keep in the game. He ran his fingertip around Draven’s ring, teasing as Draven growled and began fucking him with just the one finger.
That lit Titus up and made his balls tingle with the threat of orgasm. They drew up tight in a matter of seconds, and Titus turned his head, gasping for breath.
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