Page 78 of The Making of Jonty Bloom
Jonty nipped his ear. “You might be sorry you said that.”
Devan glanced around as he headed down the beach, but they were still on their own. As he reached the water, Jonty held onto him like a leech, wrapping arms and legs tightly around him.
“If I go in, so do you,” Jonty said in his ear.
“I’m intending to go in.”
“Oh damn.”
Devan waded out into the water and when he was in up to his knees, he wrestled Jonty free and threw him as far as he could out into the waves. The shriek was very loud, but cut off as Jonty went down. Devan winced as he splashed freezing cold water over his belly to clean off the come, then froze when he saw Jonty lying face down.
He was almost certainly faking, but Devan couldn’t risk it. He flung himself out to Jonty’s side and hauled him the right way up and into his arms. Jonty’s eyes were closed and he didn’t appear to be breathing. But…Little fraud.
“Oh God. How am I going to explain this to the police?” Devan whined. “It might be better to let the sea take him and give the fish a tasty meal.”
Jonty coughed and opened his eyes. “You saved me. Are you a merman? Can I see your tail? Is it huge? Did you know there’s a fish that has a penis under its chin?”
Devan threw him back in.
Jonty caught up with him on the way to where they’d left their stuff. They were both shivering.
“We need to warm up,” Jonty said. “More sex. Then back in the water. Then more sex. In out, in out, in out, then—”
Devan pulled Jonty round and put his hands on his throat, not tight, just held him firm enough to let him know who was in charge, then he kissed him. Jonty arched against him and their cocks began to harden.
“Good idea,” Jonty whispered against Devan’s mouth. “We should make each other come right here because we’re much nearer the water.”
Devan looked round in case a hoard of visitors had arrived, but apart from an overhead gallery of squawking seabirds they were still alone. “We need to get warm.”
“Sex makes me hot.”
Devan groaned. “We’re not going to—”
He gulped as Jonty slid to his knees in the middle of the beach, stared up at him and slowly licked up his cock, swirling his tongue over the head.
“Mmm extra salty.” Jonty grinned. “Are the birds watching? I wonder if I can perform with an audience?”
Devan put his hand between Jonty’s mouth and his dick. “This is probably the hardest thing I’ve ever had to say in my entire life, but stop, not in the middle of the beach.” He pulled Jonty to his feet. “If we’re seen, we’d be arrested.”
“Good point. We wouldn’t get put in the same cell so I’d worry when I had to bend over and pick up the soap in the shower. I’m guessing that might be apocryphal, but I don’t want to risk it. Let’s go to my place. That’s the third wonder of Northumberland. But I want a ten second head start to get back to our clothes. Okay?”
“Why do you need a head start?”
“Only ten seconds.” Jonty blinked and pouted.
“Does that normally work?”
Jonty’s bottom lip wobbled.
Devan sighed. “Fine.”
“I want to dry myself with your shirt.”
Devan groaned. “Fine.”
Jonty went up on his toes and kissed him. “When we get back, I want you to hold my face while I suck you off. That’s another wonder of today. I’ve made a list of ten. I think that was number seven. Want to hear the others?”
“Yes.” The word came out strangled by the lust surging through Devan’s entire body.
