Roughstock: Part One by BA Tortuga

Author:BA Tortuga [Tortuga, BA]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: LGBT Romance Fiction
Publisher: Pride Publishing
Published: 2019-09-15T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter Seventeen

Dillon struck a pose on the diving board, loving that Coke had a real pool, like in ground, and all the stuff that went with it. Once he made sure he had Coke’s attention, he bounced a few times and dove in, showing off a little. The belly flop for laughs had been tempting, but he was naked, and that might hurt the business.

He popped up to the sound of applause, Coke stopping to watch and hoot. The man was like magic in the water—relaxed and flexible, moving like a teenager.

That was worth any amount of red skin. Speaking of which… “Time to put on more sunscreen.”

“Already? Cool.” He’d discovered that his own personal bullfighter was exceptional at lubing him up, not to mention satisfyingly eager about doing the job. He’d also discovered that salt water pools were way easier on the eyes.

“Hey, I might be tan by the time we get back to work.” Probably not, but it was worth a try.

“Maybe. I’ll make sure to keep you oiled up.” Coke grabbed the lotion. “Out of the water, honey.”

“Okay.” This was his favorite part. Dillon hauled his white ass out of the pool and headed to one of the fancy lounge chairs. Coke hummed softly, straddling him, the heavy cock snuggled right against his thighs. Then the rubbing and touching and coconut-smelling good started.

Dillon moaned, letting Coke touch him, soaking up the sun and the heat from that sturdy body. Damn. Good. Coke’s hands worked him hard, thumbs sliding up and down his spine. It made his toes curl, made his back arch, and he hummed with it, letting Coke know it was good. Really good.

“You’re hot, honey.” Coke leaned forward, kissed his shoulder.

“I am. Oh. I mean, yes, it’s hot, but if you think I’m attractive, then that’s good, too.” Shut. Up. Dillon.

Coke snorted. “Honey, I think you’re the finest thing the good Lord ever put on earth.”

His cheeks heated, along with everything else he had, and Dillon found himself grinning, wiggling. “Yeah? Well, that’s good, I guess. I mean, since I’m stupid about you.”

“Is that good?” Coke scooted down, rubbing the sunscreen into his ass.

“Yes.” That was so damned good it was almost obscene. His hips started a slow roll, his butt pushing right up.

Coke’s thumbs spread his thighs, just a little, working the lotion into the crease where thighs met ass, into the tight strip of skin behind his balls.

“Damn. Oh, damn.” He was starting to shake, his skin rising up with goose bumps. “Right there, Coke.”

“Yeah? I can do that, honey.” Fuck yeah, Coke could.

And did.

Over and over.

By the time the sunscreen was good and absorbed, Dillon was moaning and thrusting, his cock caught between his belly and the chair. Coke, the asshole, moved down, doing his legs, his feet. It didn’t seem to matter, though. Not really. Every little touch made him tingle.

“Gotta do the rest, honey.” Coke’s thumbs slid over his arches.

“The wha’?” Oh. The front. Oh, yum. He flipped like a pancake, letting Coke have him.

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