Chapter 16

Hearts in our mouths, we eventually arrived back at the villa. Duke all but fell out of the car onto his hands and knees before kissing the floor.

If I hadn’t been feeling so ill, I might have laughed and possibly joined him.

Whoever said women were great drivers had never been in a car with Barbara, and if Duke was feeling half as bad as I was, a night of unbridled passion was off the table.

It was still early, barely six in the evening. Plenty of time to recover and make good on the promise I’d made.

What we needed, though, was some water and a good dose of fresh air.

I grabbed the first from the always full cooler, and when Duke suggested a walk along the beach, I happily agreed.

Barbara disappeared into the villa, saying she was going for a lie-down, that all the sea air had taken it out of her.

Despite being here a few days, I’d yet to venture down to the beach. Steep steps, cut into a rocky incline, led to a white sandy beach with gentle waves lapping on the shoreline.

Children played on the sand, building castles and digging holes, while their parents sat in chairs, drinking wine and snacking on food from picnic baskets.

It was a far cry from the beaches of England, where the sand was always damp and the setting of the sun usually meant a drop in temperature. Here it was the complete opposite, and the setting sun still warmed the air even though the last rays were slowly slipping beyond the horizon.

I stripped off my shirt and tucked it into my waistband, my shoes in hand.

I stood at the water’s edge and took a deep breath, closing my eyes.

“Are you okay?” Duke asked.

“I am now. What about you?”

“Definitely better. I do not want to experience that again.”

I paddled in the cool water, my feet sinking into the gritty grains. I twisted them until they’d disappeared and wriggled my toes.

“I remember when Robbie and I used to go to the beach. We’d build sandcastles and trenches and bury our dad. The sand was always cold and wet, though. Not at all like it is here. You could almost believe you were in paradise.”

Duke stood next to me doing the same, his elegant feet much larger than mine.

“We never went away much. Mum and Dad were always working. Isla and I spent most of the holidays with our gran. Beach holidays didn’t come until much later.”

“Until you met Robbie, and then you spent a lot of your holidays with us. I remember when you first turned up. You were this scrawny boy with an attitude, but you were always a good friend to Robbie when he didn’t have many. He could never quite keep his mouth shut and upset more than a few.”

“I’m still his friend.”

“Then why haven’t you been to visit him? He said he wants to see you.”

“Does he really, though?”

“Jesus, Duke. I wouldn’t lie to you. Perhaps when we’re back in the UK, you could go see him. At least talk to him.”

By now, the sun had set, the sky clinging to the last ravages of daylight. We’d started walking, and the villa was at the other end of the cove. Duke sat on a rock overlooking the sea. I sat next to him, our legs mashed together.

“Here, scoot over.” I bumped into his hip with mine, almost knocking him to the ground.

“Are you really retiring from the porn industry?” Duke’s question came out of the blue, and I wondered how he knew I’d been thinking about it.

“Maybe. I know I could go on forever if I wanted to. Plenty of movies have older men in them.”

“You’re thirty-four. Hardly drawing a pension.”

“You know what I mean. It was a means to an end at the time. I needed the money to get help for Robbie. I was lucky and got spotted by a big syndicate, although I didn’t get into gay porn until a few years later.”

“Can’t say I’ve seen any of your straight stuff.”

“But you’ve seen my others?”

“I’m not scoring your performances. We’ve already had that discussion.”

“A guy could hope for a ten.”

Duke turned his head, his eyes dark in the fading light.

“You asked me to fuck you earlier, or are you backing out? I have scorecards if you need them.”

I laughed. “I don’t break my promises. I meant what I said, but you’ll only need your ten card.”

“Then why are we sitting here and not back in my bedroom with my dick in your arse?”

I wasn’t expecting him to be so forward, but this was Duke. Confident and cocky. That was usually me.

“I don’t know. You tell me.” His lips were mere millimetres from mine, a hint of garlic on his breath from the lunch we’d eaten earlier.

He leant back on his hands, his legs dangling from the rock. I could see his erection forming in his shorts. They weren’t quite as form-fitting as mine, though, and I knew he preferred going commando. If he wasn’t careful, everyone would see, not that I thought he would mind.

Unable to resist, I reached out and stroked his cock, feeling it grow at my touch.

“Worried it won’t fit?” he asked, smirking.

“Not in the slightest. I can take you.”

“You know, if there weren’t so many people about, I’d whip it out and have you suck it. Maybe we should still do that?”

“If there weren’t so many people about, I’d let you fuck me here and now, but there are and we can’t.”

“Time to go then, don’t you think?” He sat straighter, but his erection was still clearly visible.

I couldn’t resist one last stroke and slipped my hand up the leg of his shorts, touching the head almost peeking out. His dick was long and short shorts were risky in his aroused state.

Slick precum oozed from his slit, and I was tempted to lick it.

Too many people around made it impossible. Neither of us wanted to be arrested, but thankfully, no one was close enough to see.

This small act had me more excited than if I had sucked him.

“Didn’t Barbara say there was a more secluded beach somewhere around?” Duke asked.

“I believe she did. Maybe we should have a look?”

“Another day. All I want now is you and that gorgeous arse.”

He stood and adjusted himself, his shirt barely disguising his hard-on. I tucked my shirt into the front of my shorts, hiding mine from any prying eyes.

We walked with haste, practically jogging up the stairs and marching to the villa.

“Duke, Simon. Will you be joining us for dinner?” Cyril asked as we entered the hallway, skidding to a halt.

“We’ll give it a miss, thanks,” I said hurriedly. “Packing to do, you know? We leave tomorrow.”

“Of course, of course. Well, if you need anything, you know where we are. We’ll be on the terrace, almost under your window. If you get my meaning.”

He winked and strolled through the house, his hands in his pockets, whistling a nameless tune.

“Well, he wasn’t exactly subtle,” I said and blew out a breath.

Duke shrugged. “I don’t care how loud you are. I want you shouting my name at the top of your voice. Turns me the fuck on.”

He loped up the stairs, two at a time, the muscles in his long, toned legs flexing with each stride. I knew he worked out from seeing him at the gym where the hulk of a guy, Marc, had split us up.

What was his relationship to Duke? I’d have to ask, but right now I had more pressing things on my mind.

I followed him down the hallway, where he stood by the door to my room.

“What’s wrong with your room?” I asked.

“I might have made a mess this morning when I overslept.”

I looked at him, open-mouthed. What kind of mess was he talking about?

“Get your mind out of the gutter, Simon. I meant my clothes are all over the floor.”

I laughed and walked the few feet to my door and flung it open, gesturing for him to enter.

“Entrez,” I said with an elaborate bow.

“Is that the extent of your French?” he asked, stepping into the room.

“I can ask where the toilet is. That’s about it.”

Moonlight shone through the sheer curtains, bathing the room in an eerie pale glow.

“No lights,” he said. Had he read my mind?

“No lights,” I agreed.

He turned to face me. He kicked off his deck shoes and dropped his bag to the floor.

I couldn’t see his expression, his face in shadow, but as he moved nearer, his eyes hooded, I knew what he had in mind.

“Undress,” he ordered, and I obeyed without question, removing my shorts, T-shirt and shoes. I stood before him, completely naked, shivering under his intense gaze.

He circled me, like prey caught in a trap, and dragged his hand across my bare arse, finally standing in our usual position. Chest to chest.

“You are beautiful. All these hard muscles, and these…” He tweaked my nipple, and my cock jumped. “I want to suckle on them.”

He buried his face in my neck and inhaled deeply. “You smell of the sea.”

He licked my neck, sending a shiver through me. “You taste of the sea too.”

Funny how by spending a couple of days with him, my hatred had waned with every passing moment. Now here we were in my room, with me about to give myself to him in the most intimate of ways.

I never thought I’d see the day.

I had no regrets.

I wrapped my arms around him, holding him close. I breathed him in, drowning in the pure essence of him.

He was like no one I’d encountered before, igniting a passion, both anger and desire.

What had he said about it being a fine line?

His hardness dug into my leg, reminding me of why we were here.

I reached for the hem of his shirt, lifting it over his head while he removed his shorts.

We stood toe to toe, our bodies glowing in the light filtering through the fluttering curtains as a warm breeze infiltrated the room.

He traced the planes of my face with his hand, his touch so tender it was featherlike. His lips ghosted against mine, barely brushing them before his fingers carried on their exploration.

“I used to imagine doing this when I was younger. I’d watch you sleep sometimes when I stayed over, wondering if I slipped in bed next to you, would you accept me or turn me away.”

“You were young.”

“I’m not anymore.”

“I’m not turning you away,” I whispered.

He continued his study, no part of me unexplored by his gentle touch.

Not wishing to break his concentration, I stood still, barely breathing, watching his every move, so slow and sensual.

My stomach muscles jumped as he traced my abs. His hand moved lower, stroking the smattering of pubic hair. He dropped to his knees, surprising me as he drew in a breath. His eyes were closed.

“Musky, with a hint of salt water.”

Begging wasn’t off the table as he slid his hands down my hips and onto my thighs. They trembled; the anticipation of where this was going was too much.

Never in my life had I been worshipped like this. No one had ever taken the time, but as much as I wanted this to continue, desperation was overriding every other thought.

As if hearing my thoughts, he spoke.

“Time, Simon. I’m taking my time with you in case this is the last chance we have to do this. Who knows what will happen when we go home. I want to imprint your body on my brain, to be able to recall every facet of your beautiful body. Don’t deny me this.”

“I won’t.” My voice broke, emotions getting the better of me.

He sat back on his haunches, warm hands continuing their path down my legs, stroking every part of them, massaging my buttocks as he came back to the place I wanted him to be.

So far, he’d avoided touching my cock, each bead of precum glistening as it leaked from the head.

A flick of a tongue and it disappeared to be replaced by another.

Duke played me like a fiddle, eliciting low moans from me with each caress.

Weak with yearning, my legs buckled.

“I’ve got you.” Duke placed his arms around me, supporting my weight, and led me to the bed.

He positioned me where he wanted me, a couple of pillows behind my head, and lay next to me on his side.

“Are you ready for me yet?” he asked, his hardness rubbing against my thigh.

“I was ready hours ago.”

“You might have thought you were ready for it a couple of hours ago, but how about now?”

I was literally putty in his hands, and if he gave a massage as well as he’d prepped me, I’d be wanting one every day.

“I want you.”

“I know, and I want you too, but just a little longer, Simon. Can you do that for me?”

I nodded, the effort to do that almost painful as, despite his soothing ministrations, I was as taut as piano wire, ready to snap at any moment.

Teasing me further, he drew circles around the base of my cock, occasionally cupping my balls, slipping a finger down my taint towards my arse.

He bent and kissed the head before sliding his mouth almost to the base.

“Fucking hell,” I shouted, forgetting Cyril’s earlier words, and my hips raised from the bed to almost choke him.

He crawled over my legs and sat between them, running his hands up my thighs, spreading them wide.

Duke took me in his mouth again, bobbing his head up and down. I threw my head onto the pillows behind me and arched my back, searching for gratification.

He didn’t disappoint and parted my legs further, giving him access to my arse. He sucked a finger into his mouth and played with my hole, probing carefully. He eased it forward slowly, and while some men might need a lot of stretching, I never needed that much.

Hit with the thought I’d done no prep, I stilled. This could end badly after having eaten such a rich meal earlier in the day.

“I haven’t had a chance—” I managed to say.

“It’ll be fine. Let’s not worry about that,” he said, raising his eyes to look into mine. “We’re all good.”

I tried to push it to the back of my mind, but once I’d had the thought, it lingered.

Duke sensed my uneasiness and sat back on his heels.

“Lube and a condom?”

“Brown bag by the wardrobe.”

“Always prepared, I see.” Oh the irony of his words. I wasn’t prepared at all, but he didn’t seem to care.

He returned to the bed and squirted a good amount of lube in his hands.

“There’s no need to worry, Simon.” He took my dick in his hands and worked it back to hardness. I’d softened as my thoughts intruded, but he was having none of it.

Soon enough, I was back to where I was, almost begging for him to just fuck me already.

He worked me open, little by little, never once denying my cock any attention.

“I think you’re ready for me.” He tore open the condom wrapper and stroked his cock. No one had touched it, and he was as hard as I’d seen him, even when I’d had him down my throat. He rolled the condom down, applying a little bit of lube.

“I’m ready,” I said and gripped the back of my thighs. I was definitely ready.