Page 77 of The Making of Jonty Bloom
“We aren’t going to last two minutes,” Devan whispered.
Jonty widened his eyes. “Wow. You can last as long as that? I’m so impressed. Is it because you’re old?”
Devan smiled. He lifted a hand from Jonty’s back and ran his thumb over the softest lips that he’d… Jonty opened his mouth, licked his thumb and when Devan slipped it over his tongue, Jonty sucked hard and bit down gently.Shit.Devan felt the pull in his cock.
He thought—take this slow.
He thought—savour this moment.
He thought—this is different.
But… He was falling, sinking, drowning and he wasn’t sure if he wanted that to happen or not.
As if I have any choice.
Jonty buried his face in Devan’s neck, making all sorts of sexy sounds, and it was as if Devan’s feet had been swept from beneath him. Jonty dragged him out of his depth as swiftly and effectively as that rip current. Devan brought his hands to Jonty’s face, held tight and kissed him. Too desperate for slow, too hungry for gentle, he kissed Jonty as if he was going to lose him if he didn’t kiss him. Jonty’s tongue slid alongside his, twisting, surging, exploring. The kiss was so hot that Devan forgot about breathing, forgot that they were lying naked in a sand dune, and while naked bodies might be okay on this beach, alfresco sex was not. They might be seen. They might be reported. They might be arrested.
I don’t care. I don’t fucking care.
He was as overwhelmed with lust as he’d been at age eleven when his first crush had smiled at him across the room in a geography lesson. He’d almost come in his school trousers. His mind reeled with Jonty’s scent, his taste, the feel of him—soft and hard, slender but strong. Their cocks were pressing together, their balls too, and every time Jonty moved against him, Devan moaned into his mouth.
The kiss finally ended because they ran out of air. Their lips parted and they simultaneously gulped.
“Your kiss,” Jonty gasped, “exceeded my expectations. The other thing did too.”
Jonty let his weight settle on Devan, their heads resting together.
“Christ.” Jonty was breathing in Devan’s ear and the sensation revved Devan up even further. One lick around the shell of his ear and more precome surged. Jonty licked and teased, and Devan thought he might have come from that alone. Their bellies were wet, their cocks rock-hard between them. Devan wanted to touch Jonty everywhere; stroke, kiss, caress, lick, suck every inch of his skin. He spread his fingers over Jonty’s tight, trim arse and tugged him in tight, wrapping his thighs around Jonty’s hips, his heels over his legs, bucking into him and Jonty rocked down.
“Oh God,” Jonty gasped. “I am so fucking close.”
They ground themselves against each other and as Devan trailed his finger along the crease of Jonty’s backside, Jonty slid his hand between them, grabbed their dicks and squeezed.
That was all it took.
One hand. One touch.
They came together and Devan couldn’t remember that ever happening before. He caught Jonty’s mouth with his and they swallowed each other’s cry. Devan felt as if he was making the perfect jump with his kite, flying into the sun, defying gravity, weightless for those few precious seconds before the fall.Fuck, fuck, FUCK!
Finally, Jonty slid off to the side and lay on his back next to him, his chest rapidly rising and falling. Devan took Jonty’s hand and twined their fingers together, stroking the back of his knuckles with his thumb.
“In my head,” Jonty said, “I’d imagined that lasting a lot longer. Let’s pretend it did. No one will ever know.”
Devan laughed.
“I was going to drive you wild, get you desperate, then make you wait.” Jonty sighed. “I barely managed to get my hand between us before I came. The only consolation is that you came too. The downside is that I didn’t see it happen and I wanted to watch. The other downside is that we’re both sticky and there’s no hot shower handy. You know what a hot shower is, right? Like a regular shower, but with me in it?” He grinned.
“We have the next best thing.” Devan pushed to his feet, scooped Jonty up and flung him over his shoulder.
Jonty yelled and wriggled as Devan carried him over the sand towards the sea.
“Help! I’m being abducted by an alien!”
Devan growled.
“No, a bear! Help!”
“Fuck, you weigh more than you look as if you weigh.”
