Page 30 of Hampton Holiday Collective

He strokes us in unison, the velvety skin of his dick sending sparks of lightning up my shaft and straight to my balls. He feels so fucking good rubbing up against me. I could come from just this touch—from the physical and verbal confirmation that I still do it for him.

Before I can form a coherent response, he hops off my lap and sinks to his knees.

I fight the urge to let my eyes roll back in my head when he drizzles caramel all over my dick.

Mouth agape, I watch in admiration, mesmerized by the intricate pattern he creates on the crown.

He smirks up at me when he catches me staring.

“Don’t forget, baby. I was the best damn bartender in Hampton before I became a husband and a daddy.”

“I’m pretty sure you’ve always been a daddy.”

I grunt when he wraps his lips around my dick and sinks down a few inches. He hums in appreciation, then takes me deeper, the trail of his tongue and the suction of his mouth forcing my balls to seize up immediately.

He licks me again, moaning in encouragement every time I thrust up and hit the back of his throat.

“Fuck, baby. You always taste delicious. But your dick covered in caramel sauce is fucking divine.”

I grip his hair and force him to swallow around my length as rivulets of sweat drip down our bodies. He gives me a few more deep pulls before he pops off my dick and peers up at me with a hungry look I know all too well.

“Hand me that other bottle now.”

I do as he asks, panting and biting back a groan when he pops the cap on the lube and pours a generous amount into his hand.

His fingers make quick work of finding their target—first caressing along my perineum, then teasing my hole in slow, languid circles. The moment he pushes in, he takes my cock back into his mouth, massaging and sucking all the right places until I’m a writhing mess under his hands and tongue.

“Jake,” I warn with a strangled cry. It feels so fucking good. He’s always known just how to work me over and make me come undone.

Instead of keeping pace, he pulls off my cock, lifts his head, and looks me right in the eye.

“Mine,” he grits out, two fingers buried deep inside me and crooked at just the right angle. “I’m so fucking lucky you’re mine.”

My cock pulses with release the second his lips wrap around me again.

Chapter 23

Jake

WhileCorycatcheshisbreath, I rest my head in his lap. I kiss along his softening dick, then up and down in thighs. Savoring him, desperate for this moment to last as long as possible, I caress the indents of his abs and trace the veins along his hips.

He mindlessly plays with my hair, and I swear I can feel him physically unwind as the minutes tick by. His shoulders sag and his thigh muscles go lax. Whether from the orgasm or the heat of the sauna or just the opportunity to connect for the first time in weeks—this moment, right here, was exactly what he needed.

When I finally lift my head, I meet his gaze, surprised to see that his dark brown eyes are molten.

“What doyouwant, Jake Vargo?” he asks huskily, the desire coursing between us amping up and making this damn sauna burn even hotter.

I close my eyes and shudder. The sound of my full name on his lips is fucking heaven.

“You,” I reply earnestly.

“And how do you want me?”

I spring to my feet, then climb on the bench, straddling him once again. Sweat drips from the ends of my hair all over his chest as I lean forward to whisper in his ear.

“I want to sit back and watch you bounce on my dick until I fill you with my cum.”

Cory pushes me off him and forces me down before I have time to process what’s happening. I spread my arms wide on the back of the bench, then groan appreciatively as he backs his perfect ass right into my lap.