Page 12 of One Hot Summer

“Yeah?” I asked, voice wrecked.

“Please,” he said, breathless. “God, Griffin, please.”

He lifted his hips, and I stripped off his trunks in one motion, tossing them carelessly onto the deck.

They landed with a wet smack. His cock sprang free, flushed and leaking, and I swore I’d never seen anything so fucking beautiful.

I took him in my mouth, slowly at first, letting him get used to the heat and the pressure.

He made a noise—half moan, half whimper—and the sound went straight to my dick.

He tasted perfect. Sweet, sharp, faintly chemical from the pool, but underneath it was just Adam, raw and real and almost shaking with need. I worked him deeper, letting him hit the back of my throat, loving the way his fingers twisted in my hair when I swallowed around him.

Above me, his whole body was a study in contrasts—tense and pliant, cocky and unsure, his head thrown back to bare the column of his throat to the night sky.

The lights from the pool painted him blue and green and gold, and I wanted to devour him, mark him up so there was no way either of us could pretend this wasn’t happening.

He started to move, slow thrusts at first, testing the rhythm. I matched him, one hand steady on his hip, the other cupping the back of his thigh to keep him open for me. I glanced up and saw him watching, eyes wild, mouth open in a gasp.

“Fuck, that’s so good,” he whispered, and when I hummed in agreement.

I sped up, bobbing my head, using my tongue to drive him crazy.

He was close, I could feel it in the way his abs tightened, the tremor in his thighs.

He started to beg, incoherent, helpless, and I never wanted to stop hearing it.

But I pulled off right before he could finish, letting his cock slap against his stomach, slick and angry-red.

He let out a strangled sound of protest, but I just grinned up at him, licking my lips.

“Not here,” I said, voice rough as gravel. “Not like this.”

He reached for me, eyes wide, but I was already lifting myself out of the pool, pulling him up on shaky legs. I grabbed my towel and tied it around my waist, then scooped up his and tossed it at him. “Come on,” I said, not waiting to see if he’d follow.

Inside, we left a trail of water across the floor, temporary evidence that would dry up by morning. I took the stairs two at a time, not caring how eager I looked, not caring about anything except getting Adam to my bedroom and finishing what we’d started.

At the door, I turned and saw him behind me, a little uncertain, a little dazed, his hair dripping onto the hardwood. He looked so fucking gorgeous it almost made me cry. I reached for his hand, pulling him close, and pressing my lips to his temple. “If you’re having second thoughts?—”

“No!” he practically shouted. “No second thoughts. I want this. I want you, Griffin.”

We stumbled into the dark bedroom, the door swinging shut behind us, both of us trembling with anticipation. We hit the mattress still locked together, mouths searching, hands everywhere at once.

Adam was all urgency, pulling me down, fingers digging into my back like he thought I might vanish if he let go. I kissed him hard, swallowing every gasp, every curse, every needy sound that spilled out between us.

He stripped my trunks off with one smooth motion, never breaking the kiss. Skin on skin, slick with leftover water, every inch of him radiated heat. I ran my hands up his sides, memorizing the way he trembled under my touch.

When I pulled back to catch my breath, he surged up, nipping at my jaw, my ear, dragging his teeth down the side of my neck. “Fuck,” he whispered, voice wrecked. “Please. Want you so bad.”

“Yeah?” I grinned deviously, pinning his wrists to the bed above his head. “Tell me what you want.”

He arched up, rutting against me, so hard I could feel the heat of his cock as he left a wet streak against my stomach. “I want you to fuck me,” he said, no hesitation. “I want you inside me. Now.”

God. I’d never heard anything so fucking hot.

I let go of his wrists and raked my fingers down his chest, tracing every line, every muscle, every shiver. I grabbed the back of his knee and pushed his leg up, exposing him. He spread for me without being asked, open and desperate, and the trust in that move almost broke me.

Reaching for the bedside table, I yanked the drawer open, searching for the bottle of lube I knew I had tucked away inside there. My fingers finally landed on it and I pulled it out, a victorious smile on my face.

Adam arched an eyebrow questioningly and I chuckled. “Sometimes it gets lonely up here all by myself,” I explained.

His jaw dropped and his pupils blew wide with arousal, the green of his irises nearly disappearing completely. “That’s so damn hot. I might need to see that for myself sometime.”

“Hmm. We’ll see about that,” I teased but then my smile faded. “But that does bring up another concern. I don’t have any condoms in the cabin. There’s never really been a need for them here.”

He tilted his head as if considering my words before giving me a hesitant look. “There’s another option.”

I frowned. “What do you mean?”

He spoke quickly, his nervousness causing his words to run together like one really long sentence.

“I know it’s probably crazy and I swear, I’ve never gone without a condom before but I’m always very careful and I get tested all the time and, so I know for sure I’m negative, but if you’re not sure or you don’t want to—” I pressed my lips to his, cutting off his frantic rambling.

He sighed into my mouth, forgetting whatever else he was going to say.

Only when I was sure I had his attention, did I pull back.

“It is crazy and part of me wants to ground you for even considering such a thing,” I said with narrowed eyes.

“But I trust you. I know how mature you are and that you wouldn’t put yourself at risk.

I also get checked routinely and am negative. ”

“Sooo… is that a yes?” he asked, smiling up at me adorably.

A growl rumbled up from my chest. “Why is it so hard to say no to you?”

“Because you don’t want to,” he replied cheekily, batting his eyelashes at me.

“God help me, I don’t. Not when I know how good you feel, how delicious you taste.” I trailed a hot path down his neck, nipping at him and swirling my tongue over his smooth skin as if to prove my point.

Adam moaned, tossing his head back and arching into me.

My mouth found his nipple and latched on, sucking and swirling my tongue over it, flicking the tip over the rigid little nub until he was writhing on the bed.

His responsiveness was a thing of beauty, and I couldn’t wait to see what other sounds I could pull from him, how he’d look when he finally came undone.

I moved down further, spreading his legs wide to allow room for my shoulders.

I clicked the cap open on the lube and poured a generous amount over my fingers before rubbing them together to warm them, then reached down and found his hole, tight and twitching with anticipation.

I circled it teasingly then I pressed one finger in, slow and careful, watching his face for any sign of pain.

He just moaned, rolling his hips to take more.

“That’s it, Adam,” I said, voice rough. “You’re so fucking good.”

“More,” he begged. “I can take it. I need it.”

I gave him another finger, watching it disappear inside his welcome heat, stretching him, scissoring gently. He squeezed his eyes shut and bit his lip, a bead of sweat rolling down his temple. I curled my fingers and found his spot, and he jerked, almost coming, untouched.

“Jesus,” he gasped, grabbing at the sheets. “Holy fuck, Griffin?—”

“Shh.” I leaned in and kissed him, slowly this time. “Relax. Let me get you ready.”

He nodded, eyes glazed, totally pliant in my hands. I kept working him open, adding a third finger, twisting until he started to shudder and beg. When he was loose and slick, I pulled out and positioned myself between his legs, hands gripping his thighs.

He looked down at me, hair wild and his breathing labored. “What are you?—”

I buried my face in his ass and licked him, slow and filthy, letting my tongue drag circles around his rim. He went rigid, then melted, moaning so loud I worried the neighbors would hear. I didn’t stop, not even when he started babbling, not even when he said my name over and over like a prayer.

“Holy shit, that’s so good,” he panted, fisting the sheets. “Oh my God, don’t stop. Please, Griffin, don’t fucking stop?—”

I tongued him until his whole body vibrated, then slid up and kissed his hip, his cock, anywhere I could reach. Moving into a kneeling position, I lined myself up, pressing the head to his hole. It took everything in me not to bury myself in him right away, but I had to be sure.

“Look at me, Adam.” His eyes darted to mine and held. “If we do this, it can’t be undone. Are you absolutely sure?”

He whimpered, voice barely more than a whisper. “I’m sure. I need you inside me. Please.”

I couldn’t have held back if I’d tried. I pushed in, slowly but relentless, splitting him open inch by inch.

He gasped, fingers flying to my forearm, but didn’t tell me to stop.

I watched his face the whole time, needing to see every twitch, every wince, every blissed-out moment where pain gave way to pleasure.

“Fuck, you’re so tight,” I said, breath hitching as I bottomed out.

“Move,” he begged, heels digging into my lower back. “Just fuck me, please.”

I set a rhythm, slow at first, then harder as he adjusted. His moans got louder, his hands frantic, trying to pull me deeper. I gave him everything, pounding into him with a force I didn’t know I had.

I grabbed his jaw and kissed him, biting his lip until he moaned into my mouth. “God, Adam,” I groaned. “You feel so fucking good. So perfect and hot for me.”

He whimpered, his nails digging into my shoulders. I could feel the pressure building; knew I wasn’t going to last much longer. Adam was even better than I’d dreamed, responsive to my every touch, meeting me thrust for thrust, and spewing out filthy words that spurned me on.

I shifted my angle slightly and he cried out, his back arching off the bed. “There,” he gasped. “Right there. Oh God, Griffin! Don’t stop! Don’t you dare fucking stop!”

I kept going, chasing the edge, losing myself in the heat and the sweat and the way he looked up at me, like he couldn’t believe I was real.

I could feel him getting close, the way his cock throbbed between us, leaking onto his stomach.

I reached down and stroked him, matching the rhythm of my thrusts.

He went rigid, body arching off the bed, and came with a shudder so violent it almost threw me off.

He cried out, clamping down hard around my dick until I saw stars.

I followed him over the edge, my vision going white with the power of my orgasm.

For a minute, I thought my heart might explode.

We collapsed together, tangled and shaking, breath mingling in the space between our mouths.

For a long time, neither of us moved. I lay there, holding him, feeling the aftershocks ripple through us both. I pressed my lips to his temple and whispered, “You okay?”

He nodded, still catching his breath. “Never better.”

I stroked his hair, marveling at how right it felt to have him in my arms. We stayed like that, limbs tangled, bodies cooling, until his breathing slowed and he drifted off to sleep.

Adam slept like the dead, sprawled out, one arm flung over my chest, cheek pressed to my shoulder, mouth slightly open. Every now and then he made a noise—a soft huff, a sigh, once a breathless laugh—and every time, it hit me right in the center of my chest.

I lay there, unmoving, staring at the ceiling and wondering how I could feel so strongly about someone so quickly and what in the hell I was going to do about it.

My hand hovered over his back. I traced circles, then lines, then random shapes I couldn’t name.

He was warm, soft in places I never expected, but I could feel the strength coiled beneath his skin. He was beautiful. He was trouble.

I should have felt guilty. I did, a little.

But mostly I felt terrified. It should have been just sex.

A way to bleed out the tension, to get it out of our systems and go back to normal.

But nothing about this felt like a one-time thing.

There was a gravity to it. A pull I didn’t want to admit to but couldn’t deny.

I wondered if it was the same for him. Maybe it was just a fling, a box to check before he moved on to someone his own age.

Maybe tomorrow he’d laugh it off, or worse, regret it.

I tried to imagine letting him go, watching him leave for home, only seeing him when I visited Dalton. The thought made me feel sick.

I kept tracing his back, the shape of each vertebra, the dip at the base of his spine.

I tried to memorize every inch, in case this was all I ever got.

He murmured something in his sleep, a jumble of words I couldn’t make out.

I almost asked him what he was dreaming about but stopped myself at the last second.

I didn’t want to know. I wanted to keep this moment, unspoiled, for as long as I could.

The night stretched on. Adam’s breathing got deeper, steadier.

I stayed awake, fighting the urge to run, to hold him tighter, to wake him up just to see if he’d still want me in the cold morning light.

I thought about what I was willing to risk for this.

For him. For the possibility of something real. I didn’t like the answer.