Page 10 of September’s Tide (Island Tales #2)

Chapter Six

David’s firm grip on his hand set Taylor’s heart hammering as he followed him out of the living room and down the hallway toward the stairs.

This was happening.

And God, it was better than he’d imagined.

He’d always been drawn to older men—the gravity in them, the quiet authority, the depth. He’d never found one who looked at him like David did, however. Like he was something worth devouring, not simply a quick thrill.

Like he was more than a pretty distraction.

David had weight . And right then, Taylor wanted to be underneath all of it.

“Wanna tell me where I’m going?” David said as they climbed the stairs.

“Turn right at the top. Last door on the left.”

Thank God he’d changed the bedding that morning.

When they reached the bedroom door, David pushed it open and tugged him in with a low, quiet kind of urgency. Taylor gave a quick sniff, and relaxed. The room smelled faintly of clean cotton and salt, the sheets crisp and undisturbed.

That won’t last.

The moment the door clicked shut, David turned.

His hands framed Taylor’s face, his palms cupping Taylor’s jaw as he leaned in, slow and deliberate.

Their mouths met again, and Taylor melted into it, letting himself fall into the kiss that was deeper, wetter, and hotter than any kiss he’d previously experienced.

David’s tongue swept in, claiming and coaxing, and Taylor moaned, grinding up against him, needy and unashamed.

“Clothes off.” David’s deep voice was like gravel, his tone commanding.

Perfect .

Taylor obeyed instantly, peeling his shirt over his head, his skin flushed and prickling with heat.

David watched him the whole time, his eyes dark, his expression unreadable, but Taylor could feel the hunger raging through him.

He shoved his shorts down next, stepping out of them clumsily as David stripped off his own and dropped them to the floor.

That solid, broad chest, scattered with hair, made Taylor’s mouth go dry.

I dreamed of this. Of being pinned by that body, being told what to do and giving himself over completely.

“Lie down,” David said.

Taylor’s cock twitched at the sound of his voice. He climbed onto the bed, settling on his back, his arms splayed, his breathing erratic.

David followed, crawling over him slowly, like a wolf stalking its prey, and knowing exactly where to bite.

He kissed Taylor again, slower this time, but no less deep, one hand braced beside Taylor’s head, the other drifting down, exploring his chest, his abs, circling a nipple before pinching hard enough to make Taylor gasp.

“You like that?” David murmured against his lips.

Taylor nodded, his breath hitching. “Yeah. Harder.”

David grinned and twisted again, only sharper, and this time Taylor arched under him, a raw moan escaping his throat. His cock was so hard it ached, leaking pre-cum against his stomach, and David hadn’t even touched it yet.

“Good boy,” David whispered, that gravel-like quality in his voice all but unravelling Taylor with every passing second.

Then he moved, his lips claiming Taylor’s nipple, sending shockwaves of pleasure skittering through him.

Taylor sucked in a breath as David shifted down the bed, licking a path down the centre of his chest, pausing to bite at his hip, his inner thigh, enough to make him twitch, to ramp up his desire to an almost unbearable level.

David’s hands gripped Taylor’s thighs, spreading them apart, holding him wide and open.

And then— finally —his mouth.

Hot, wet heat enveloped him, and Taylor cried out, one hand flying to David’s hair, the other scrabbling uselessly at the sheet.

David’s mouth was incredible, confident, controlled, his lips tight around the head, his tongue teasing every nerve-ending as though he’d studied Taylor’s body and memorized every trigger.

“Fuck,” Taylor whispered, hips jerking before David pinned them down with a strong arm. “God— David ?—”

David pulled back enough to speak, his voice a low growl. “You taste good. I could do this all fucking night.”

“Not if you want me to last,” Taylor panted.

David chuckled— smug bastard —then took him deeper, his throat relaxing, swallowing around the head. Taylor’s whole body jolted as though shot through with electricity.

God, no one has ever gone down on me like this.

It was dirty. Gorgeous. And fucking perfect .

David took his time, relentless and slow, drawing him to the edge and holding him there until Taylor was whining, his muscles locked, desperate for more and pleading without shame.

When David finally let him go, Taylor was trembling.

He stared down the length of his body at David’s slick mouth, his eyes dark with hunger, his fingers pressing into Taylor’s thighs like he owned them.

He can own me tonight. Every last bit of me.

“Now,” Taylor breathed. “ Now. Please.”

David crawled back up his body, unhurried and controlled. He kissed Taylor hard, letting him taste himself on his lips.

“I didn’t exactly come prepared for this,” he murmured. “And as much as I hate to slow this momentum, we need to talk practicalities. I get tested every three months because of PrEP.” He stilled. “You know what that is, right?”

Taylor forced out a breathless chuckle. “Yeah, I know. I’m not on it though. But there are condoms and lube in the bedside drawer to your left. Does that work?”

David smiled. “It does.” Then he reached into the drawer, retrieving what they’d need.

“Turn over,” he said, that commanding tone going straight to Taylor’s dick.

Taylor obeyed instantly, chest down, arse tilted up, his heart pounding.

He could feel David behind him, all heat and strength and barely held together restraint.

A hand gripped his hip, the other sliding between his cheeks, and Taylor let out a shaky groan as David teased the entrance with a finger, circling it, applying delicious pressure.

Then David covered Taylor with his body, his breath hot at Taylor’s neck.

“You’re mine tonight,” David growled.

Taylor nodded, pushing back against the finger, hungry for more.

“Yes, sir,” he whispered. “I want all of you.”

What he got was David’s tongue licking a slow path over his hole.

Taylor shuddered, unable to keep still, and David dug his fingers into Taylor’s arse cheeks as he buried his face between them, licking, sucking, kissing, until cries fell constantly from Taylor’s lips.

David paused, his hand slipping lower, wrapping around Taylor’s shaft, stroking it. “You’re already close.”

Taylor bit his lip. “I blame you.”

“And you want more?”

“ All of it,” Taylor said, his voice shaking with need. “Please.”

That was all it took.

Taylor caught the soft crinkle of a condom wrapper, then the snick of a plastic cap. Slick fingers, warm and sure, slid through his crack, teasing, rubbing, and Taylor tensed a little in anticipation.

“Relax.” David’s voice was gentler now. “Let me open you up.”

Taylor’s breathing caught as the first finger slipped inside, the stretch sending a bolt of heat through his core. He exhaled slowly, rolling his hips, trying to take more.

“ God , you’re tight,” David murmured. “You’ve done this before, right?”

Taylor smirked, despite his body’s reactions. “Not with anyone who knew what the hell they were doing.”

David chuckled low in his throat. “Then let’s fix that.”

Another finger slid in, and Taylor moaned. “Aw, fuck.” He loved the stretch, the slight burn.

“Wanna try for three?”

Taylor groaned. “Do it.” Pleasure curled through him. He loved that David was watching him unravel inch by inch, that his body was opening for David, craving his cock.

By the time David pulled his fingers free, Taylor was panting.

“Ready?” David positioned himself, his dick warm and solid against Taylor’s hole.

Taylor nodded. “Yes. Please. I want to feel you.”

The first push stole the breath from his lungs.

David went slow, almost agonizingly so. The stretch was deep and delicious, and Taylor clutched at the sheets, moaning through gritted teeth as David eased inside, inch by inch. He knew how big David’s shaft was, how it had filled his mouth, but feeling him like this?

God, he feels huge inside me.

When he was finally seated fully, David bent over him, his ragged breath tickling the back of Taylor’s neck, his forearms bracketing Taylor’s body.

“You feel… fucking incredible ,” he growled, and Taylor nearly came just from the sound of it.

Then David started to move.

The rhythm was deep, steady, possessive , and it felt as though each thrust was angled to hit that perfect spot, making Taylor cry out. He pushed back, chasing the sensation, wanting to be filled, claimed. Used, worshipped and ruined in equal measure.

“Harder,” Taylor gasped. “Please— fuck —don’t hold back.”

David didn’t. The pace quickened, rougher now, their skin slapping, sweat-slick and hot. Taylor sobbed from the intensity of it, his cock untouched and weeping pre-cum on the sheet below, forgotten in the flood of sensation.

When David pulled free of him, Taylor let out a howl of protest. “I’m so close.”

“On your back,” David rasped. “I want to see your face when you come.”

Taylor flipped over, grabbing his knees to pull them higher, and David speared his cock deep inside him in one fast fluid motion, filling him to the hilt.

Taylor stared as David reached down to wrap a hand around his cock, stroking him in time with each thrust.

“Like that?” David demanded, his body slapping against Taylor’s, the sound sharp and hot as fuck.

Taylor shattered.

The orgasm ripped through him, brutal and blinding, his whole body locking up around David as he came with a broken cry. His vision whited out, his heart galloped, and it seemed as if every muscle he possessed trembled with the force of it.

David followed a few thrusts later, burying himself deep and groaning into Taylor’s neck, his entire body convulsing as he spilled inside the condom, his hips jerking with every pulse.

They stayed like that for a long while, tangled, sweat-slicked, and shaking. Then David pulled out carefully and lay beside him, catching his breath. Taylor rolled onto his side and nestled in close, the post-orgasm warmth spreading through him like a drug.

“Holy hell, ” he whispered.

David huffed a soft, satisfied sound and kissed his shoulder. “Told you I could do it twice.”

Taylor laughed and closed his eyes.

He’d never felt this full. This wanted. This seen .

And in that moment, he knew once would not be enough.

Taylor had no idea how long they’d lain together, him on his side, his head on David’s chest, one leg thrown lazily across his thigh.

Their bodies were still slick with sweat, Taylor’s breathing finally starting to even out, although his pulse hadn’t quite returned to its normal rhythm.

David traced idle circles along his back with his fingertips, slow and soothing, as though he was still trying to memorize him by touch alone.

The room smelled like sex and skin, the kind of scent that settled into your bones and lingered. Taylor kept his eyes closed, letting the moment wrap around him like a blanket.

He felt held . Not just physically, but in a way that was rare and dangerous and a little terrifying if he thought about it too hard.

“I can’t feel my legs,” Taylor murmured against David’s chest, his voice muffled and lazy.

David huffed a low laugh. “I’ll take that as a compliment.”

“You should.” Taylor opened his eyes and lifted his head enough to look at him. “Pretty sure I saw God at one point.”

“Was He impressed?”

Taylor grinned. “He applauded.”

David exhaled a low, satisfied breath. The kind that said, well, that just happened.

Taylor smiled. “Okay. That might be in my top five.”

David chuckled beside him. “Only the top five?”

“Well, I didn’t want to inflate your ego too much,” Taylor said with a grin.

David turned his head toward him on the pillow, a smirk curving his mouth. “You were literally begging ten minutes ago.”

Taylor huffed. “I was being polite.”

“You were incoherent.”

Taylor grinned again, unable to stop himself. “And you liked it.”

David didn’t appear to argue with that statement.

A beat of silence stretched between them, comfortable and languid. The fan stirred the air, cooling the sweat still clinging to their skin.

Taylor propped himself up on his elbow, drinking in the sight. David was flat on his back, his eyes half-lidded, the muscles in his chest rising and falling with the heavy rhythm of come-down. His hair was a mess.

He looks wrecked, but in a good way.

In the best possible way.

“Damn,” Taylor murmured. “You’re really good at this.”

David glanced at him. “At what?”

Taylor stretched, his muscles pleasantly sore. “All of it. The fucking. The control. The whole take-charge thing.”

David let out a soft snort, clearly amused but too tired to play it up. “You like sex, don’t you?”

He snorted. “Who doesn’t?” Then he shrugged. “It’s better when the person you’re with knows what they’re doing. Like you.”

David rolled onto his side, facing him now. “You always this upfront?”

“Only when I mean it.”

David’s gaze lingered a moment longer than it needed to, but he didn’t say anything else. Neither did Taylor. No need to ruin it by making it something it wasn’t. It was sex. Great sex.

That was enough for tonight.

Taylor rolled back, staring at the ceiling with a small, smug grin tugging at his mouth. His body still hummed.

He didn’t want to sleep yet.

Who says we have to sleep?

He let out a chuckle. “Hey, David?”

“Hmm?”

“Think you could manage to come three times in one night?”