22. Chapter 22

The sun and wind tickled my back, and the sound of the waves had lulled me almost into sleep. I was laying out on a towel, on the deck of our little holiday villa in the Maldives, and there was no one around for miles.

I jumped when Bradley kissed me on the shoulder, then laid his whole body on top of mine. I hadn't heard him walk across the deck, but I was happy to know he was with me. I could already feel what he wanted, as it poked right into my back, hard and ready for action. I stretched as if just waking, but made some extra effort to push my arse backward and upward, so he knew I was definitely down with these plans.

"You're going to get tan lines if you insist on wearing these out here," Bradley said, hooking one finger under my bathing shorts.

"I'm no flasher," I said.

"This villa is private, no one's going to see you," said Bradley.

"Still…" I protested. "It feels weird to be naked outdoors."

Bradley ground his hips into me again.

"Let's go inside," I said.

"Nope," whispered Bradley. He nipped at my ear and then kissed down my neck, so slowly. "I've already got everything I need to take you right here and now. Another kiss, on my shoulder. Then another at my spine. So many slow, teasing kisses that had me like pliable putty when he hooked his thumbs under my bathers and pulled them all the way down my legs. And then he kissed me twice, once on each cheek, before spreading me wide and licking a long stripe from my balls to my hole.

I whined under his attention, feeling the cool breeze against the trail of wetness he'd left behind. Again and again Bradley came back to my entrance, feasting on me like a starving man as I whined and pushed backward onto his tongue. "Please, more," is all I could bring myself to say to his ministrations.

The second I made that plea, Bradley's tongue was gone. I groaned in frustration but was rewarded by the cool trickle of something slippery over my hole. I risked a glance backward, and saw him slathering lube over his hard cock.

"Gonna take all of me?" he asked. "Hard, and fast?"

I nodded. I wanted nothing more. Bradley smiled a wicked grin, and then he was laying along my back again, pushing me into the towel and the hard floor below. I could feel his cock at my entrance, and gasped as he slid in, slowly but firmly in one motion. Right to the hilt. I loved feeling full of him, and I bucked up into it, desperate to feel him moving inside me. But he had all of his weight on me, so I couldn't do much more than wiggle.

"Be a good boy now," Bradley muttered, nipping at my earlobe again. And then he pulled backward, oh so slowly. And rammed back inside me, hard. I gasped, but no words came out. Again and again, I felt him withdraw almost to the tip before slamming in, each time hitting my prostate and giving me the best mix of pleasure and pain.

"I love you," I blurted as he pushed inside me. "Fuck, I love you so much."

I could feel Bradley's smile against my earlobe as he whispered to me. "I love you too, and that's what makes this feel so fucking good."

Every thrust made my cock rub up against the towel beneath me, and I knew I wasn't far away from finishing. I arched my back, just enough to give Bradley that additional friction that I knew would feel so good for him. Bradley groaned and bit down on my earlobe enough to hurt as his strokes sped up.

Bradley pulled out of me at the last second and flipped me with his ridiculous strength. He clasped our cocks together and stroked—just once, twice, and then we were finishing in unison, spilling all over my body.

Bradley collapsed on top of me, panting and peppering kisses all over my face. "Stop it, you animal," I laughed. He moved, and I felt the squelch between us as he spread the cum between us.

"Ahh, gross," I muttered.

Bradley grinned and stood, and the next thing I knew I was being carried bridal style. "What are you…" I started, realising too late what he was trying to do. I screamed as he jumped off the edge of the platform and into the blue waves below. For a second, I lost him as we went under, but when I resurfaced he was just a few feet away, soaking wet and laughing.

"You bastard," I said, splashing him with water. Bradley just swam closer and held me in his arms. It felt perfect to be close to him in the azure blue waters.

"Your bastard though," said Bradley. "And at least it'll clean us up."

"My bastard," I whispered. "Though…" I tailed off, not sure how to ask the question that had been bugging me since the fight.

"What?" asked Bradley.

"There was a little social media rumour that ended up in the newspapers back home," I confessed. "And I'm wondering what it means. For us."

Bradley looked worried. "Nothing is going to change us, love. We're stuck together like glue now."

"Well…that's what the rumour was about," I said. "Apparently you told Jason you were going to marry me. The press got wind of it, but…you've not mentioned it to me.

Bradley held me closer, just letting us bob in the water for a second as he considered his answer. "I know I'm going to marry you, Arthur. There's no question of that. I was just worried that it's too soon to ask."

I laughed quietly. "Really? We've been together three years."

"Two months," Bradley corrected. "Wait. Shit. We really have been, haven't we? Like a married couple the whole time."

"So one day, when you do ask me, the answer is yes," I said.

Bradley cocked his head. "So will you?"

"What?"

"Marry me."

"Yes." There was no hesitation in my reply. "Shit, did we just get engaged?"

"I guess we did, my love." Bradley hugged me close and planted a kiss at the top of my head. "Here's to forever."

"Forever," I sighed. "I like the sound of that."