Page 11 of Free Wind (Lifeguards of Barking Beach #2)

Finger still working its magic, Blake swallowed Damo completely, sucking hard and fast. The orgasm unleashed, and Damo closed his eyes, his whole body shaking as he spilled down Blake’s throat.

It was wet and slurpy and completely amazing, and Damo was absolutely wrecked, his back arching and every nerve firing.

He’d just been blown by a dude.

A dude who licked him clean and mouthed his spent balls. Who kissed his inner thighs, stubble rasping perfectly as he caressed Damo’s knees. Blake was bigger and stronger—yet he was kneeling and nuzzling. It made Damo feel protected in a way he’d never expected.

He tried to catch his breath as Blake ran his palm up his chest, resting his hand there like an anchor, his fingers brushing the purple cord at Damo’s throat. He started working himself with his other hand.

“Can I see?” Damo asked hoarsely.

Blake stopped jacking himself mid-motion, eyes dark and intense, licking his parted lips. Pushing off Damo’s sternum, he stood and leaned over him. One knee on the wide, padded armrest, he braced a hand on the back of the chair beside Damo’s head.

A few strands of Damo’s hair caught under Blake’s palm, but he didn’t mind the tug. He kind of liked it? Even if he didn’t, he wasn’t capable of saying a bloody thing—not with Blake’s massive dick blotting out any other thoughts like an eclipse he couldn’t tear his eyes away from.

It was in his face—purplish and veiny and clearly ready to blow. And Blake was so hard for him, panting and caressing his own balls, which hung low and heavy. Damo was on another wave, adrenaline surging as the water lifted him, excitement zipping to the tips of his toes.

Blake stroked himself, playing with his foreskin, the head of his cock leaking and shiny. “You like watching me?” he asked.

Damo nodded, his hair tugging and sending shivers over his scalp. He’d never been this close to another bloke’s dick, and definitely not one that was hard.

That it was hard for him was also blowing his mind.

Yeah, he liked it heaps, but he wanted more. He’d already been sucked off by a bloke, so why not? He was going all in, riding through the wave’s barrel even if he ended up getting smoked on the reef.

After a gulp of air, he jerked forward and sucked on the tip of Blake’s cock. Blake shouted something that didn’t really sound like a word, his hips stuttering and dick pushing farther into Damo’s mouth. Damo licked like he would an icy pole, though this sure as hell wasn’t a sweet fruit flavor.

No, Blake was hot and throbbing in Damo’s mouth, a little salty and sweaty. It made him think of the locker room back in school, and instead of grossing him out, he moaned around the shaft stretching his lips. It was male and exciting in a way that felt wrong but bloody fucking right.

It felt…

The only word that came to mind was naughty, because he really was a complete boofhead. Like he was breaking the rules in the best way even though he knew there was nothing wrong with it.

He was probably crap at blow jobs, but he sucked and slurped, slumped down in the chair. Blake quivered above him, rigid, letting Damo do as much as he wanted. He only moved to pet Damo’s head, murmuring, “That’s it. That’s so good.”

It was music to Damo’s ears, and he sucked harder, wanting to earn more praise, wanting to give Blake what he needed. Running his hands up Blake’s muscular thighs, hair tickled his palms.

Blake’s arse was solid, and Damo squeezed the flesh he’d admired on the beach. Spit dribbled down his chin. His mouth was so full. Full of cock, and it was like when the winning piece of Tetris was finally slotted into place. He moaned loudly.

“Oh! I’m—” Blake shuddered, his hips stuttering again as he exploded.

Coughing, Damo tried to swallow. Blake pulled out, splattering Damo’s lips and chin with his warm spunk. Taking himself in hand, Blake milked his cock, mouth open on soft gasps, the last drops hitting Damo’s cheeks.

It was unbelievably dirty.

Damo loved it.

Reaching up, he pushed a few drops of jizz into his mouth, licking his lips at the salty, earthy-bitter taste. Blake groaned and bent to take Damo’s head in his hands, thumbs stroking his cheekbones. Then he licked up the drops from Damo’s face, his tongue rough and hot.

Damo almost complained that he wanted to try more of it, but he didn’t need to because Blake kissed him with his mouth tasting of jizz.

Damo gasped. Forget dirty—this was bloody filthy, and his spent balls twitched.

When Blake straightened up, Damo chased after him for more kisses. Instead, he slipped off the edge of the armchair, landing on his arse with his legs spread wide, Blake’s limp cock slapping him in the forehead as he went.

Laughing, he muttered, “Graceful, hey?”

Blake was laughing too, but he stepped back and hooked his hands under Damo’s arms, lifting him to his feet. It didn’t seem to take much effort, and Damo really liked that Blake was so strong. He liked it even more when Blake wrapped his arms around him in a hug that went on and on.

They stood there naked except for the see-through shirt, which was silky and cool against Damo’s chest. He leaned in, hugging Blake back and dropping his head on his shoulder. He’d done it. After all his secret little thoughts, he’d gotten off with a bloke. A bloke named Blake. Blake the bloke.

He burst out laughing and slapped a hand over his mouth. He lifted his head to meet Blake’s puzzled gaze.

Blake smiled tentatively. “What?”

“It’s nothing bad! I was just thinking about how I finally hooked up with a bloke, and that your name is Blake. Bloke. Blake.” He laughed again. “It’s funny for some reason. Probably because I’m a total freak.”

Blake grinned. “I like that about you.” He brushed back Damo’s hair in a slow, steady pattern that made Damo want to melt. “And did you like hooking up with a bloke named Blake?”

He was going to joke—make some cheeky remark about how he supposed it was okay. But all he could say was, “Yes.”

Blake kissed his cheek softly and pulled Damo into a tight hug again. “I’ll take care of you.” As he caressed Damo’s hair, the promise felt like it was about more than sex.

Chest tightening with a swell of want so powerful he was afraid his knees would give out, Damo hung on. Nothing else mattered right then—not what people might think, not the mess of home and his fucked-up life.

Safe in Blake’s arms, the wave surged, lifting him up, up, up. Right now, the rest of the world could wait.