Page 27 of Win You Over

Remington

“ W e’re taking the yacht to the archipelago of La Maddalena,” I tell Holden, pointing towards the far end of the marina.

“I was thinking we could stop at one of the unpopulated islands before getting lunch somewhere. Swimming out there is incredible. And wait,” I add excitedly, “until you taste the gelato from this little dessert place in town.” I lick my lips and Holden smiles, his eyes hidden by dark sunglasses.

Slotting our hands together, I guide him down the jetty, finding the yacht I’ve hired for the day, before we step on board and are greeted by our skipper, Daniel.

“Welcome aboard Azzuro,” he says, guiding us into the internal part of the yacht and giving us a quick tour. Then, he takes up his spot at the helm, looking forward out of the large windshield.

Holden heads for the smooth decking at the front of the boat where he sits down and stretches his legs out, taking in the stunning crystal clear sea ahead of us.

“This is amazing,” he exclaims.

I sit behind Holden, one leg on either side of him, resting my chin on his shoulder. “I’m glad I could share this with you.”

He turns his head to look at me. The angle is awkward, but his lips are right there and I cannot resist him anymore than I can resist taking in air. Pressing our lips together, Holden sighs, his body soft and pliant in my hold.

“I called it,” I say, pulling away enough to look into his eyes. Under the bright Sardinian sun, they’re more honey than dark whiskey, gold highlights making them sparkle.

“Called what?” He turns back to face the sea as the boat moves away from the dock and towards the exit of the marina.

Holden’s hair is tied up, leaving an expanse of exposed flesh at his nape. I dance my fingers along the area, then around his front and along his clavicle, to the hemline of his t-shirt. Despite the heat, Holden’s skin pebbles under my touch.

“That I’d win you over.” I bite his earlobe, and he flinches, swatting me away with one hand.

“Smug asshole,” he mumbles, resting his head backwards onto my shoulder.

We stay like that, wrapped up in each other as Daniel steers us out of the marina and into the crystalline waters of the archipelago.

The yacht comes to a stop and when we look around, it’s as if we are the only people left in the world.

There is nothing but endless blue, white sands and small rocky islands surrounding us.

“This is the perfect spot to swim,” Daniel calls out over the loudspeaker. “You can jump straight in, or there is a lower decking at the back that you can climb in from.”

I thank him with a wave towards the window at the front of the boat, then stand, offering Holden a hand, which he takes and springs to his feet.

We move into the centre of the boat, both of us looking over the edge.

Beneath us is nothing but clear blue sea and the odd school of fish that meander by, unbothered by the gentle sway of the yacht.

“Ready, baby?” I ask Holden. He looks to the back, at the dropped decking that makes getting in and out of the boat easier, before taking off his sunglasses and climbing onto the edge.

Tipping his lips into a smirk, he catapults himself off the side.

He lands with a splash, his dark hair, black t-shirt and black shorts a blur as he sinks deeper.

“I guess that answers my question,” I mutter, before ripping my t-shirt and sunglasses off and jumping in after him.

Warm water engulfs me, and I sink towards the bottom before kicking my legs and surfacing.

I’m shaking wet hair out of my eyes when something grips my ankle and drags me down.

There is a fleeting moment of panic and despite being certain it is Holden, there is still a part of me that fears the ocean and what lurks within it.

Opening my eyes under the water, I spy the fucker below me, bubbles floating around his face as he swims parallel to my body before wrapping his arms around my shoulders.

We break through the surface together, legs working in the water to keep us afloat.

For a brief snapshot in time, we stare into each other’s eyes, lost in the depths of emotions as undiscovered and uncharted as the ocean itself.

“What have you done to me?” Holden asks, before he’s kissing me. Consuming me. Overwhelming me.

The ferocity with which he kisses makes my head spin and a lightness and ease settle in my soul.

Out here, nothing but the two of us exists.

There are no best friends who are mad at us, no lies we’ve told, no painful pasts or fear of commitment.

There is only Holden and Remington. Lovers. Friends. Real.

His nose brushes mine, droplets of water dripping along his cheekbones.

“It’s my boyish charm,” I reply. “It makes me irresistible.” The words are delivered against his salty lips, my tongue darting out to catch a droplet of water.

Holden pulls back, his mouth twitching at the sides. “I can resist you.”

He tries to swim away, but I grab his waist and spin him, guiding his arms back around my neck. He’s wearing his black t-shirt again, and I slide my hands beneath it to trace the delicate line of his spine.

“Liar. You’ve turned into a clingy kitty since you found out how amazing my mouth is.”

He chuckles. “Careful, your ego is showing,” he says playfully before pushing out of my arms and darting under the water. Holden’s legs propel him forward and towards one of the archipelago’s more secluded islands.

I chase after him, and when he reaches the shore, he makes a run for it. His feet kick up fine white sand, but the softness of it slows him down and when I reach him, I tackle him to the ground. We land in a tangle of limbs, laughing while trying to fight for top position.

When he finally gets me on my back, I raise my arms in surrender and he splays his body over mine. His hair falls into his face where it has come loose from the tie and his lips tip up into a wicked grin that makes me want to lean up and steal a kiss.

We are a sweaty, sun-drenched mess, and I don’t think I have ever been happier.

My mind wants to race ahead to what happens when we’re off this island, when the wedding is over, when the bet no longer matters.

I want to race ahead and find out what becomes of us.

Do I want there to be an us after this? Or is a summer fling all this is destined to be?

“Remi? You with me?” Holden asks.

I push aside all the thoughts, knowing that if I let the what-ifs take over, I’ll ruin the here and now. And right now, there is an incredibly sexy man on top of me.

“I’m here, baby.”

Holden leans forward and kisses the side of my neck, grazing his teeth over my heated skin. He changes the position of his hips, causing the solid length in his shorts to brush against me.

“Could you…” he stumbles over his words, his voice breathless in my ear. “Teach me?”

“Teach you…” I mumble, my cock thickening and my pulse soaring.

Holden clears his throat.

“How to blow you.”

Fuck.

Yes.

Please.

My excitement levels skyrocket until a thought occurs to me. Gently pushing him back, I scoot up until we’re sitting opposite each other.

“Are you saying you’ve never...”

Holden is shaking his head before I can finish the sentence.

“And when I sucked you off…”

I can’t tell if the flush on his cheeks is embarrassment, sun, or an adorable combination of both.

“That was my first time.”

Oh.

“So when you asked me to show you how to make me come. Did you mean to show you what I like or how to jerk off?”

Holden rolls his eyes.

“I know how to jerk off!”

“Okay. Sorry.” I lift my hands up.

“Talking about it is really taking away the fun,” he complains, sticking out his bottom lip.

I move to my knees, take his face in my hands and bite his pouty lip.

“I’m sorry. You caught me off guard. I didn’t know you were a virgin.”

“I’m not a virgin. I’ve had sex, just not done…stuff. Forget it.” His words break when he talks and I get a feeling the topic is overwhelming him.

Taking his hand, I place it on the outside of my shorts, over my hard cock.

“I can’t forget it. In fact, picturing you on your knees with my cock in your mouth is the only thing I can think of now.”

I push him onto his back, and being careful not to seem like I’m holding him down, I crawl over his body.

He’s still, but I can hear his laboured breaths among the lazy lapping of the sea on the shore.

“You want me to teach you, leeutjie ? Show you how to suck my dick? And only mine, because I will show you, but it’ll only be me who gets to feel the stretch of your lips.”

A possessive flurry sparks inside me at the idea of Holden being with anyone else and instead of keeping the thoughts to myself, I let them out, floating like leaves on a breeze. Maybe that answers my question about whether or not this is just a summer fling.

He nods, the browns of his irises swallowed by the widening of his pupils, and I’m on my feet, dragging him up with me.

Looking out to the sea, I spot only our yacht not far off the shore.

To my right, there is a large cluster of rocks wrapping around one end of the island.

Taking Holden’s hand in mine, I guide us between the narrow path made by two large boulders until we come to a clearing blocked from view on all sides. It’s serene. Private. Perfect.

With my back pressed to a boulder, I capture Holden’s hips between my hands and draw him into me.

He comes willingly, his body colliding with mine at the same time his lips do, his hand falling to land over my heart.

He moans into the kiss, his nails scraping at my skin as he slides his hand down to the waistband of my shorts.

When he frees my hard cock, I move my hands from his waist to his shoulders, encouraging him down to his knees.

Holden’s mouth hovers over my shaft, lips parted, eyes up, awaiting my instructions.

There’s something incredibly heady about this moment – his inexperience and enthusiasm, the scenery, the knowledge that we could be caught, however unlikely.

“Spit in your hand, then wrap it around my cock,” I say, running one hand through his hair, which is gritty and salt-kissed between my fingers.

Holden spits, then with a tight grip, wraps his hand around the base of my shaft.

“Keep your hand still, baby.” The rasp in my voice is a clear sign of how turned on I am. “Then stretch those pretty lips around me.”

His grip tightens but doesn’t move as he leans forward and sucks the tip of my cock into his mouth.

The heat and velvety softness of his mouth steals my breath.

He takes in a little more, testing his limits as he moves lower and lower.

Holden gags, his throat constricting, and he pulls up until only the tip remains in his mouth.

His eyes are damp, still locked on mine.

“Don’t go so deep. Try again,” I say, coaxing him back down with my hand on his head.

“Use your tongue,” I urge seconds before he’s licking at my seam and over the pulsing vein on the underside of my dick.

“Yes, like that. Now twist your hand right where it is.”

Holden twists, sucks and licks, slowly setting a rhythm that has pleasure pulsing in my blood. My balls ache with the need to come, but I’m determined to hold back, to make this last a little longer.

He closes his eyes, putting his all into worshipping my cock. I slam my hand against the rock, digging my fingers into it as the telltale sign of an orgasm builds.

“Baby, baby, baby,” I chant, and his eyes open again. “Touch yourself. I want you to come with me.”

I can’t see his hand reach into his shorts, but when he whimpers around me, I can picture it in my mind.

“Can you take more?” I ask, applying pressure to the back of his head with my free hand, but not enough that he can’t stop me if he needs to.

He moans something indecipherable as he takes more of me into his mouth.

He gags again, but this time doesn’t stop.

Tears fall from the corners of his eyes as he brings me closer and closer to the edge.

My legs shake, the pleasure and pressure in my lower body so immense, like a rocket about to explode.

“Hurt me,” I rasp. Holden’s movements still, and I have this sinking feeling that I’ve gone too far, fucked this all up, until his hand edges down my shaft to grasp my sack. He tugs and the pain is a glorious mix of too much and just enough.

“Baby, I’m going to come. Pull off if you don’t want it in your mouth.”

When he doesn’t pull off, just continues his relentless blissful torment, I come, both hands vying for purchase on the unforgiving boulder, holding me up as I spill on his tongue.

Holden groans, hot cum hitting my foot, and when he pulls back, he opens his mouth and fuck me…he’s holding my cum on his tongue.

“Get up here,” I command, all but ripping him up by his hair.

His mouth crashes to mine, his tongue covered in my seed, pressing into my mouth in a dirty kiss.

It’s warm and salty, but there’s an undercurrent of sweetness.

My hands explore his lower back, nails dragging along his skin.

I dip them below his waistband, sliding them down his buttocks until I’m kneading the perfectly plump globes of his ass in the palms of my hands.

He pulls back, his lips pink and swollen, his face streaked with tears and sand, his skin flushed from orgasm and sun.

“You are the most beautiful man I have ever laid eyes on,” I say.

No word of that is a lie. Holden Booker is perfection personified.

From his whiskey-coloured eyes to his bow lips and the way he gets these tiny dimples at the corners of his mouth when he smiles.

It’s not all about his looks, though. He’s beautiful inside and out.

Holden smirks, leaning against me with both hands pressed to my chest.

“I’d say the same, but I think you already know that,” he says coyly.

“Never hurts to hear it again.”

He smacks my chest before snaking his arms around my neck and resting his forehead against mine.

“You’re gorgeous, Remi.”

“As are you, pretty boy.”

I pull him closer, feeling his heart beat next to mine as we stand locked together in the sweetest embrace somewhere in the middle of the Mediterranean.