Page 34 of Free Wind (Lifeguards of Barking Beach #2)

“Fuck!” Damo lifted his head, his neck long and throat dry as he came. His orgasm ripped from his balls, his cry lost in the crash of the tide below, stars in his eyes. The pleasure was almost painfully intense, burning and building as he gasped and shook.

“That’s it,” Blake muttered against Damo’s arse, stroking and licking inside him and milking Damo’s cock until Damo could only whimper and fold over onto his elbows on the hard rock. Blake caressed his flanks with those big, warm hands, telling him how good he was.

When Blake eased him back up, kneeling behind Damo and supporting his boneless weight, his iron erection pressed against the small of Damo’s back through neoprene.

Blake grunted as he reached up and unzipped his suit, twisting and squirming until he had the wetsuit peeled down to his own knees. Damo was spectacularly unhelpful, barely able to kneel.

Then Blake was pulling him close again, cock hot and hard against Damo’s lower back. Damo loved the powerful throb of it the way he did the slip of a wet pussy. He wriggled and pushed, and Blake groaned.

“You need to come,” Damo said, because he’d always been good at pointing out the bloody obvious.

“Oh, I will, baby.”

Another thrill skipped over Damo’s skin. He’d been babe before, but never baby. It resonated with some deep part of him, and as Blake spread his arse again and slotted his hot dick between Damo’s cheeks, Damo squeezed around him.

“Yeah,” Blake mumbled, gripping Damo’s chest, pushing up into the cleft of his arse. He rocked steadily, and Damo could imagine his cock going right inside him. Suddenly, he felt unbearably empty.

“Fuck me,” he gasped. “Do it.”

Blake’s thrusts in the cleft of Damo’s arse stuttered as he groaned. “You want that? Want me to shove my cock inside you? Fill you up?”

“Yes. Yes, yes. Do it.” He pushed back with his arse and tipped forward against Blake’s hands spread on his chest.

Blake made an animal sound low in his throat, rocking harder, lifting up, his thighs flexing under Damo. “I will. But. Not. Now.” He grunted the words out. “Won’t. Hurt. You.”

“Don’t care. Fuck me.” Even though he’d come, Damo’s balls were tightening, his oversensitive dick throbbing.

Blake pressed his lips to Damo’s neck. “I care.”

For some stupid reason, tears pricked Damo’s eyes, and he wanted Blake to fuck him more than ever.

“Squeeze around me,” Blake muttered. “That’s it. Gonna come all over you.”

Then he did, the hot splashes raining over Damo’s back and arse as Blake mumbled and shook.

Finally, Blake sat back, snaking his arms around Damo’s waist. Damo’s feet were going numb folded under him, but he didn’t care. He grasped Blake’s wrists over his stomach.

Looking out at the silver-tipped swells breaking past the sandbanks, the stars bending to the horizon, they caught their breath, the waves crashing and hissing. Jizz dried on his skin.

He twisted his neck to find Blake’s mouth, the kiss clumsy and the angle awkward, but the sweep of Blake’s tongue against his—tasting like sweat and sand and an earthy flavor Damo reckoned was him—was everything. They kissed slowly, deeply, and Damo drank him in until he had to stop and breathe.

Then they kissed some more.

And more.

Damo clutched at Blake’s head, loving the burn of stubble on his face. They kissed until they gasped, and Blake pressed against Damo’s cheek with chapped lips.

He murmured, “You’re amazing.”

Damo snorted, looking out to the dark waves and slumping against him. “You were doing all the work. I was just…taking it.”

“Mmm. Taking it so beautifully.” Blake stroked Damo’s stomach with his thumbs. “It’s not easy to let go.”

“I like it.” Damo swallowed, clearing his sandy throat. “I like how strong you are. How I could hardly move, and you were pulling my hair and holding me in place.” His belly quivered to hear it.

Blake flattened a palm over Damo’s stomach. “I like it too. I can’t wait to fuck you. I’m going to make it so good for you, baby.”

Damo’s chest went tight, his head taking a spin. He could hardly breathe. “I meant it. You can do it now.”

Blake laughed. “I appreciate the faith in my prowess, but I just came so hard I think it might be days.” He nuzzled Damo’s cheek, holding him even tighter. “Besides, we need a condom and lube. Need to take care of your virgin arse.”

Virgin.

Even though he’d fucked chicks plenty of times, Damo did feel like a virgin all over again. It made his breath catch, and he grinned.

“You like the thought of me plowing your tight little arse?” Blake asked with a warm huff of a laugh.

“Yep.” He remembered the hot press of wet tongue and fingers against his hole. “You think it’s safe to do it without a condom?”

Blake tightened his grip around Damo’s middle. “You want to fuck raw?”

“Hell, yeah. Don’t have to worry about getting pregnant.” He laughed. “I know you’ve heard that before, but I swear I won’t get knocked up.”

Blake was silent a moment, and Damo worried the joke had gone too far. Then Blake laughed, a full belly laugh that rumbled in his shaking chest. “Pretty sure Cooper won’t get a sibling like this.” He was silent a few moments. “When were you last tested, again?”

“At the holidays. Have to do a full exam every year for the insurance for lifeguarding.”

“Okay. And I’m on PrEP, and I tested recently just to be sure.” He hesitated. “We’d have to be committed and not seeing anyone else. And we just met, so we shouldn’t rush.”

“Guess not. But I kinda want to all the same.”

Blake’s chuckle was a warm kiss on Damo’s neck. “Me too.”

A horrible thought struck. “But you’re not still seeing other blokes?

” The question came out before he could shut his mouth.

He hadn’t imagined Blake hooking up with anyone else after their date at the club, and now he wanted to spew just to think of it.

“We said we’re boyfriends, right?” Jesus, he sounded like a dumb kid.

Blake squeezed him and kissed Damo’s cheek again. “We are. I’m not into poly.” He paused. “Do you want to see other people?”

“Nope.”

“You can think about it. We both probably should when we’re not in a post-orgasm haze. And if we decide to fuck raw, then it’s our choice. An informed choice.”

“Right.” Jesus, he really wanted to do it. “I’ve never fucked without a condom. Even when my girlfriend was on the pill. She said it was too goopy, which is fair enough, hey.”

Blake laughed. “Indeed.”

Damo nodded so hard he bashed Blake in the face. He twisted around in Blake’s arms so he could see his face in the moonlight. “Sorry! You right?”

Blake rubbed his forehead. “I’ll survive.” The wind gusted, getting colder as the day’s heat faded. They both shivered, and he kissed Damo’s shoulder. “We should get back. And in the meantime, it’s…something to think about.”

Damo groaned. “I know what that means. You’re going to torture me with talk before you fuck me.”

“Absolutely.” Blake gave Damo’s ponytail a sharp little yank, then grinned and swooped in for a messy kiss that went on and on until Damo was ready to start begging again to be fucked then and there.

They finally pushed to their feet, groaning and laughing, grimacing as they wriggled back into their damp wetsuits, zipping each other up.

Damo led the way back down over the rocks, trying to concentrate on the path in the moonlight instead of wondering what it would feel like to have Blake’s cock hot and hard inside him.

He didn’t want to wait a minute. Not for anything. His life had been grinding along on its tracks, the weight of it heavier every day.

Nah, he didn’t want to wait with Blake. He’d been waiting long enough.