“You sure?” the first man asked, concern lingering in his ocean-green eyes almost murkier than the Gulf waves.
The second man held out his hand in greeting. “Hi, I’m Chris, and this is Evan. We’re the proprietors of Paradise Inc. We don’t normally mow down unsuspecting tourists, especially not our paying guests. Let us make it up to you with a free lunch on the house.”
Chris? She scrunched her nose and thought up a ditty to help remember the hottie’s name, not that she imagined having trouble remembering him. Chris Chris is on my list. Chris Chris with such kissable lips. Oh yeah, baby. Her heart pumped overtime at the thought of savouring Chris’ lips.
And Evan? His name took more brain power but she enjoyed a challenge. Evan the man. Evan sure can. Yeah, Evan could do anything he wanted to do to her.
She didn’t know which of the two owners were hotter. Both were smoking. How could she choose between two such luscious male specimens? She almost hoped one was taken so she wouldn’t have to make the choice.
Chris gaze raked over her with mere friendliness. “Are you one of our lovely guests at Paradise Inc.?”
Debating whether to stay here or down the road at another attractive establishment she hadn’t rented a room yet. The lure of the Gulf had been too much and so she’d made a layover at the beach before making her lodging arrangements. Hoping she could lie convincingly, she said, “Well, it depends how expensive your place is. I’m just a poor college student taking a semester off.” She didn’t want anyone to know how rich her daddy was or that she was an heiress. She was tired of being hit on for his money and not for herself.
An idea struck her and her hands twinged with the urge to sign as was her habit having grown up with a deaf parent. A tad nervous, she swallowed hard then made the mistake of gazing into Evan’s hypnotic blue gaze. God, she didn’t know which was more dangerous—the Gulf’s depths or the man’s. She’d love the chance to find out, however. “You aren’t hiring, are you? I can do almost anything…waitressing, cleaning rooms, working as concierge. Anything to earn a little cash to bankroll my stay.”
She knew her saintly father would cringe at her lies, even those of omission, but it felt good to get out from under his thumb and not have to mind the church’s auspices every second.
Evan and Chris looked at her hands then exchanged glances as Evan rubbed his chin that showed just a hint of blondish stubble. “Well, we’ll have to check with our general manager, but I think there might be an opening. Why don’t you meet me at my office at say seven sharp tonight?”
Wow! She had to bite her tongue to keep from showing her surprise. Getting a job had never been so easy. Maybe she should change her interview uniform from a staid business suit to a slinky bikini. She made a mental note to do just that. Shooting him a sunny smile, she nodded and said more huskily than she’d intended, “I’ll be there.”
“Don’t check in anywhere. Employees get free room and board,” Evan added. “It’s one of the many perks.”
Her ears buzzed. Perks? She could think of one huge benefit already. No, make that two. The owners were so yummy they were to die for.
As if he didn’t agree, Chris scowled then tilted his head at the road. “Come on, Ev. We haven’t finished our workout,” the shorter, brawnier man said with a growl in his voice. He looked up at the suddenly darkening sky and frowned. “We’ll be lucky to finish before it rains.”
Evan shot a mock glare at his friend and when he turned his back on Chris, rolled his eyes and made a comic face. “Chill. I’m coming.”
It was all Jordin could do to keep from giggling and giving him away so she bit her lower lip to hold in her mirth.
Chris circled around them on his bike as Evan languidly mounted his. “Don’t mind the fitness freak,” Evan said. “He thinks he’s doing me a favour making me work out every day, making my every muscle scream for mercy and wearing me into a frazzle.”
She had her fill of people who rode her hard for ‘her own good’ and so she arched a brow and splayed her hands. “So why do you do it?”
“The master has spoken,” he said with a wink in a very conspiratorial, sexy voice.
Her brow furrowed, and she wondered what that was supposed to mean but was almost afraid to dig further. Maybe she’d been too sheltered living in the shadow of the temple. Apprehension warred with excited anticipation, and she vowed to get over her silly fears. She hated that she had grown up so sheltered, that she was so hesitant being out on her own in the heathen land.
“Are you going to chat off her ears all the way ‘til seven?” Unmistakable exasperation laced Chris’ voice. He tapped his black-banded sports watch then looked pointedly up at the sun just peeking out from behind heavy rain clouds.
She hitched her backpack higher on her shoulder and awarded her hopeful boss-to-be with a smile. As though under an irresistible spell, she backed away slowly, wishing he would linger a little longer but cheered that she’d get to see him later at seven. “I think you’d better get going before he bursts.”
“Seven at the front desk. Don’t forget,” Evan tossed over his shoulder with a parting wave.
“I won’t.” After peeking from beneath the veil of her lashes at the cutie for several covert seconds until he was out of sight, she made her way to her car and deposited her treasure. She slipped a sundress into her bag and changed in the beach hut. Then she sipped on a virgin daiquiri and nibbled on a shrimp cocktail as she enjoyed the balmy Gulf breeze. While she waited for the appointed hour, she watched the cast of colourful characters coming and going. Still her thoughts kept returning to the proprietors. She knew there was no way the local female population had missed all those tanned muscles. But who knew? Maybe at least one of them was between relationships.
As long as they weren’t return missionaries, she was definitely interested. It would be just her luck that they were BYU grads. The more she thought about it, the more she doubted it and the more her interest flared. Their shorts were too short and too tight-fitting, and they showed too much yummy skin. Their attire didn’t come close to covering garments like her father wore. Return missionaries wouldn’t dare dress so scandalously.
* * * *
After completing their ride, Chris and Evan returned to their shared quarters, the hotel’s penthouse of sorts. Gritty and sweaty after their long ride, they showered, soaped each other’s bodies, and paid special attention to each other’s swelling cocks as the rain clouds burst overhead and the electricity flickered.
On fire and in the mood for some afternoon delight, Evan donned a mask so he could enjoy the heightened sensations of blind sex. Every other sense sprang to life when he was blindfolded. He could hear every soft pant and moan, every raindrop, and every bit of suction his hands made on his partner’s soapy cock.
He slid his hand up and down Chris’ long, slick shaft, even hearing how his tongue grazed up its exquisite length. Feeling as if the steady beat of the rain on the windows kept beat with his racing heart, he knelt on bended knee and kissed the tip of his partner’s cock. He couldn’t get enough of the salty, musky cologne or of the velvety hot knob teasing his nose. High on the heavenly scent, he inhaled deeply, letting it fill him and drive him insane. “Did anyone ever tell you how super hot you are? I can’t get enough of you. I’m addicted for sure.”
Chris moaned and thrust his hips closer, his cock grazing Evan’s lips, begging entry into his mouth. “Open wide. Suck on me. Hard,” he pleaded, as his wet curls tickled Evan’s nose.
“Your every wish will be done.” He didn’t think even Chris could rage hotter than him at this moment. Even the downpour wouldn’t be enough to put out his fever.
The warm water sprayed Evan in the face and so, spluttering, he fell back in surprise and out of the line of fire. He gasped for breath as he spit out water.
“Don’t stop. Suck my dick harder, slave.”
Chris’ footsteps sounded heavy against the shower floor then he wound his fingers through Evan’s hair so
he couldn’t escape and drove his cock to the back of Evan’s throat. “God, you have such magic lips.”
Greedy, his last desire to give up the intoxicating cock, Evan took every inch of it into his mouth and moaned around it in ecstasy. It didn’t take an ounce of magic when his lover’s cock was so tasty he’d been starved for it all day. Ravenous now, he yearned to feast.
“Why’d we waste our day off riding bikes?” Chris asked his voice dreamy, oozing seduction. “We should’ve stayed in bed all day making love.”
Evan had to laugh and so allowed Chris’ cock to slide out of his mouth so he wouldn’t accidentally nip it. Against Chris’ cock, he lovingly murmured, “Because you’re a fitness freak and obsessed with keeping that Atlas figure of yours.” God, but he loved his partner’s broad shoulders, slim hips, and flat abs. He didn’t wish him to change a bit, except maybe, to let up on him when it came to working out all the time.
Chris flexed his cock under Evan’s nose. “Because I want us to have long, happy and healthy lives together. Now, if you’d just stop eating meat…”
Evan couldn’t resist and he rocked back on his haunches and quizzically cocked his ear at Chris, still amazed how such a perfect man was in love with him. “All meat? You mean you don’t want me to eat you anymore?”
Chris growled and blasted the shower square in Evan’s face. “Hell no! You know what I mean.”
Evan yelped and dodged away from the pounding spray, but not before he’d gulped down a goodly amount and went into coughing spasms when it gushed down the wrong pipe.
Evan’s heart hammered against his ribs. When he could speak again, he vowed, “This means war!”
Chris anchored his hands on his hips and bounced his cock against Evan’s face. His pre-cum lubricated Evan’s cheeks and left a tasty, erotic gloss on his lips. “Ooh, I’m so scared. See me shaking.”
Evan rose to his feet and wrestled away the spray from the enemy, their naked bodies writhing at the intimate contact. It wasn’t easy blindfolded but he wouldn’t have it any other way. His cock twitched when it rubbed against Chris’ and moans ripped from his soul. He couldn’t wait to feel that hot cock spread his ass as he impaled himself on the sexy steed. Forgetting the bogus battle, Evan opened his mouth wide and gave his lover a big, wet kiss.
They groped each other, rubbing together their cocks and stuck their tongues down each other’s throats. Against his lips, Chris murmured huskily, “I want to shoot my big, hot wad in you. Get down on your knees.”
As much as Evan longed to be fucked, his knees protested at the thought of the hard porcelain floor. His college football injuries weren’t as bad as some but didn’t take kindly to this kind of abuse and they ached in anticipation. “My old knees won’t take the hard tile.”
Chris swatted Evan’s rump then he inserted the tip of his finger into Evan’s rectum. “You’re a wimp. Get your sweet cheeks in the bedroom, slave.”
Going mindless with desire Evan squirmed. He loved it when his lover was forceful and demanding. Forgetting why he’d hesitated, he began to go down on his knees.
Chris withdrew his finger and then delivered a stinging slap to Evan’s ass. “Are you deaf as well as blindfolded, slave? Since you dared disobey your master, you must crawl to the bed. I want to watch your pretty ass wiggle before I pump you full of my cum.”
Evan squirmed with delight, longing to back up and impale himself on the hottie. “Yes, Master.” The harder he was spanked and disciplined, the harder he came. His cock was so huge and hard he was about ready to spew his orgasm all over the floor. Usually Chris gave him multiple orgasms so he wasn’t worried.
With his hands spread wide, he patted the floor and the walls until he found his way through the darkness. He’d travelled this way many times and knew it well, with or without sight, but couldn’t recall if they’d left any obstacles in his path.
Chris followed him to the bed and spanked him all along the way. “Crawl faster or I’ll shove my big dick into your ass right here. You think I can wait all night to give you the fucking of your life?”
Evan was tempted to stop to be so fully disciplined. Squirming deliciously, he couldn’t wait to be spanked, to be tied up and tortured, to have his lover’s fat cock shoved up his ass. He longed for the exquisite torture. Just thinking about it, he lost it and in rapture, he moaned and shot a long, hot stream of cum down his legs and onto the floor. Just as he reached the bed, anticipating the big soft mattress beneath them, Chris hauled him onto the bed, spread his legs and buried his face between his legs.
Unable to help himself, his heart beating so fast it threatened to explode, he clawed at the sheets and screamed until his throat was raw. In heaven, he wanted to do this until the day they died then through eternity. Chris sucked him dry until his spasms stopped. Then his partner licked his cock clean until he floated down from the heavens, and they kissed soulfully, entwining more than just their bodies.
“My turn again.” Chris stood on his knees and walked across the mattress. He got the shackles and cuffed Evan’s wrists. How he loved it when Chris fucked and ravished him, when he dominated him so masterfully.
“Get on your knees.”
Eagerly, Evan got up on his knees and wiggled his butt in invitation. He blessed the day he’d found his soul mate, and in bliss, wished everyone in the entire world the same happy fate.
Chris spanked him so hard Evan’s dick banged his balls with each swat. God, he thought, it couldn’t get better than this as he tried to swallow his yells.
His flesh became so raw that the sweep of Chris’ tongue across his super-sensitised tissue made him whimper. Unable to help himself, he bumped and ground against his lover, demanding more, faster.
“You’re a hot one today.”
Aching to feel Chris’ huge, slick dick move around inside him, his anus puckered. When the other man deserted him, he became chilled and craved more.
“Damn! I could’ve sworn the lube was here on the night stand. Damned cat must’ve knocked it off again.” Chris let loose a few other choice curses under his breath as he leapt off the bed and banged around, jarring the mattress.
Finally Chris yelled in victory, “Voila! You’re going to scream for mercy before I’m through fucking you. You won’t be able to walk straight.”
God, Evan hoped so. He’d never had a better lover, could never want a better one. His only problem was that he coveted sex twenty-four seven and couldn’t keep his hands and lips off the demigod. It was becoming increasingly difficult to turn down the heat in public. Thank God the staff was used to them and even found them endearing. Of course Rochelle, Paradise Inc.’s head waitress doted on them as if they were her very own sons, more so than their own mothers.
Chris warmed gel up then applied it to Evan’s rear.
Evan drooled feeling the show, inch by spectacular inch. “Do your thing, lover. “ He pressed back against his other half. “What are you waiting for?”
“Impatient, are we? Did I give you permission to speak?” Chris swatted Evan’s rump again then rubbed the tip of his penis along the crack of Evan’s butt. “You want it that bad? How bad do you want it?”
A swirling mass of emotions, Evan couldn’t think straight. Wanting the delicious cock so bad, he whimpered, “More than anything. Please let me have it. All of it. Now.”
“Don’t worry, you’ll get all of it. Every inch that’s so burning hot for you.” Chris spanked him again then ran his favourite electric prod that he kept beside their bed, over him.
His ass aflame, his heartbeats erratic, tears stung Evan’s eyes and he yelped. His back side was on fire, and he squirmed at the delectable thought of how Chris’ hands would feel so much sweeter when he massaged the soothing Vaseline on it that he always did after they were too exhausted to fuck anymore. Often, it turned him on so much he ended up slamming his revived cock into Chris’ luscious ass.
Finally, Chris worked his cock all the way into Evan’s rear then slid in and out. They
rocked in a steady, hypnotic rhythm punctuated by their moans.
Evan was in heaven. The cock spreading him so wide and penetrating so deep was so awesome he catapulted higher into the stratosphere by the second.
Rapture claimed him, and he screamed out his bliss as he ground his butt against Chris. “Oh, yes. Oh, fuck me. That’s so awesome!”
Chris pounded in and out harder, his breath coming in short ragged bursts. His fingers bit into Evan’s waist holding him captive. “Ooh, you’re so tight. So hot. Oooooh! I’m coming.”
“You’re so big, so hard, I’m going to come, too.”
“Did I give you permission to speak, slave?” Chris smacked his ass again then he pushed in one final time and ground his groin against Evan’s ass. Then he fell onto his back next to Evan and spooned up against him. “It just gets better and better.”
After he pulled out, he ordered, “Roll onto your stomach. Give me your butt.”
“It’s all yours, always,” Evan huskily murmured doing as he was bid in eager anticipation as his blood simmered.
With tender fingers, Chris massaged the soothing ointment onto Evan’s butt. Then Chris spread his broad hands over his flesh and gently kneaded.
“Um. Life is so good.” Evan had everything he could ever desire: romance, a lover, and a thriving and interesting business.
Groggy, barely able to hold open his eyes, he asked, “What time is it?”
Chris turned on his side. He yawned and said, “Five.”
Evan snuggled up to him and flung his arm around Chris’s waist. He pressed his lips to his lover’s warm back. “Good. I have time for a nap.”
* * * *
Evan awoke with a start. Disoriented by the madly quaking room, he yelled, “Earthquake! Get in the doorway. Save yourself.”
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