Page 16 of Out in the Surf

Cal smiled. “You’re used to being number one, huh?”

“Something like that. Let’s just say, I’m used to knowing what I’m doing. And I don’t really know why I’m here.”

He studied me for a moment, then stepped closer. “You already told me why you’re here. You wanted to know if I meant to kiss you and if so…why.”

“Oh, yeah…I am very curious about that.” I inclined my head and waggled my fingers meaningfully. “Lay it on me. I need to process this and ideally, stop crushing on you.”

“You have a crush on me?” he asked incredulously, pointing at his toned chest.

“Of course, I do. You’re hot. No, you’re not just hot…you’re sexy. The kind of sexy that doesn’t try too hard or—”

Cal grabbed my arm and crashed his mouth over mine.

He’d caught me off guard for the second time in less than twenty-four hours, but I was a quick study. I inched back slightly, softening the contact as I licked his lips. Cal got the message. He pushed his tongue inside and picked up where we left off last night.

Sidenote, I loved kissing. And not to brag, but I was very good at it. It didn’t matter if he was trying to prove something to himself or just shut me up. I was sharper than I’d been last night and determined to make this kiss count.

I set my hands on Cal’s hips, where the rubbery wetsuit met skin and tilted my chin. Fuck, he tasted good…like coffee and strawberries. And he was better at kissing a man than he’d probably counted on. He wasn’t hesitant or skittish. He seemed to gain confidence with every nip, stroke, and languid glide of his tongue. Before I knew it, he took over completely.

Cal wrapped his fingers around my nape, pulling me closer still. I stumbled into him and acted on instinct, grinding shamelessly.

Oh, wow.

Between my thin board shorts and his skin-tight wetsuit, there was no hiding how hard we both were. My cock ached. I couldn’t resist dragging my pole alongside his one more time. He groaned aloud, which I took as a good sign, but I paused for a beat to give him a chance to push me away.

He didn’t.

He growled as if in frustration, then gripped my ass, holding me still while he bucked insistently. And he never stopped kissing me. Molten-hot kisses that mirrored the feverish sway of our hips. We were racing toward dangerous territory. As desperate as I was for friction, I didn’t want him to regret this. Or regret me.

I broke for air and stepped aside.

Cal blinked, sweeping his tongue across his bottom lip in an unintentionally sexy maneuver that made me want to tackle him to the sofa and wiggle that wetsuit off his ass.

“Wow, that was…”

When he didn’t continue, I prodded. “Weird or good?”

“Very good. You’re the first guy I’ve ever…you know.”

“Kissed?”

“That was more than a kiss,” he huffed, gesturing at his prominent bulge. “I liked it.”

“Me too.” I wracked my brain for a seamless transition back to reality, but then he gripped himself through his wetsuit, proudly showing off the outline of his impressive erection. I swallowed around the desert in my mouth. “Holy fuck. What are you doing?”

Cal gripped his sack with one hand and rubbed the palm of his other hand against his length. “I have no idea what I’m doing, but I want to do more. Show me.”

Whoa.

Was this real? I didn’t know what I expected, but it wasn’t this.

“Show you?” I choked. “What do you…what do you mean?”

“What comes next? We’re both hard. We want the same thing, don’t we?”

“Good question. What doyouwant?”

Cal gave a pained half laugh and squeezed his dick. “I need some release here, Luca. Can you help me out?”