Page 22 of Tides of Love

He was burning.

His toes curled, his nails bit into Antonio’s scalp, his thighs quivered. The relief of being touched was quickly overcome with a desperate need for more.

Antonio surely read his mind. That hot mouth worked his cock as the hands on his hips dragged him to the very edge of the bench. One slipped between his thighs, seeking the slick heat of his entrance. Lucky’s head tipped back, mouth open as two fingers pressed inside.

A raw, guttural moan slipped from his lips.

They were in the locker room of his workplace, of a place that was practically a second home. The fluorescent lights overhead were not romantic in the least and yet Lucky was certain he had never been so aroused. Slick dripped as Antonio thrust his fingers in time to the motion of his head. His mouth was magical. The way his tongue teased the underside of his cock made Lucky see stars.

“God… Antonio.” Lucky hooked his legs over Antonio’s shoulders to drag him closer.

A third finger stretched him. Pleasure pooled in his stomach, molten hot and all consuming. From his lips spilled praise. How good Antonio was, how wonderful it felt, pleas for him to never stop.

His skin was still chilled from swimming, making every touch sear his flesh. He had never been so sensitive before.

Every thrust, every swallow, every lick was enough to drive him mad. He writhed on the bench with only Antonio’s hand keeping him from falling. It shouldn’t be this easy. It shouldn’t feel so perfect. And yet every moment with Antonio between his thighs took him back to that first night.

“Please, please, please—” Antonio’s tongue pressed to a sensitive spot along the underside of his cock just as his fingers thrust roughly inside him and suddenly he spilled down Antonio’s throat. Lucky’s mind floated up into the bright lights overhead.

Seconds could have been hours. Coming down from the high found him curled over Antonio’s back, breathing in his scent of magnolia and orange. Lucky whimpered as Antonio’s fingers slipped free followed by a rush of slick. His hole twitched, eager to be filled again. His legs were lowered slowly. Antonio braced a hand on his lower back, helping him sit up properly on the cold metal bench.

“That was…” Lucky choked on the words when Antonio licked his fingers clean of slick.

“Good?” Antonio asked, brow furrowed. His endless concern was so adorable, Lucky couldn’t help leaning in to kiss the man. He could taste himself on Antonio’s tongue.

“Perfect.” He whispered, pressing their foreheads together.

Lucky kissed him again. Lips brushing together, nipping Antonio’s full bottom lip that was slick with spit and spend. The soft look on Antonio’s face only made Lucky want to devour him whole.

“I should let you finish changing…” Antonio murmured against his mouth but made no attempt to leave.

“No.” Lucky smiled, “No. I want to taste you, this time.”

The way Antonio squeezed his hips and growled hungrily was enough to make his cock twitch again. “Cariño…”

“Come here.” With a bit of shifting, Lucky became the one kneeling on the tile while Antonio sat on the bench with his thighs spread.

His fingers eagerly went for Antonio’s pants. The alpha was achingly hard, straining against the zipper desperately. Lucky rubbed his palm against Antonio’s cock as he watched his face with burning intensity. He wanted to remember every open-mouthed gasp, every furrow in his brow, every flutter of lashes. Long fingers carded into his wet curls.

“You’re going to ruin me, Lucky.” Antonio’s voice was strained with need.

“Good.” He smiled, dragging Antonio’s zipper down slowly, “Because you’ve already ruined me for anyone else.”

He didn’t give Antonio time to process those words. Freeing the alpha’s cock, he took him in hand. It was hot against his palm. Stroking slowly, Lucky felt his hole clench as a rush of slick dripped down his thighs.

“God…” Antonio watched him with reverence. His thighs fell further apart, welcoming Lucky to kneel between them in supplication.

“Yes. For right now.” Lucky whispered. He parted his lips, letting drool drip from his tongue to Antonio’s throbbing cock. It twitched, a few pearlescent drops of precum glittering in the light before Lucky wrapped his lips around the tip.

Nails scraped along his scalp. The pull of his hair was a sweet pain as he moaned around Antonio’s cock. His scent was stronger here, magnolias and oranges and the spice of arousal. Lucky stroked the length of him as his tongue teased the slit at the tip. Antonio’s groan was music to his ears.

“Me pones mucho, cariño…” Antonio sounded utterly overcome.

He pulled off with a smile, “I turn you on? Do I make you burn?” Lucky stroked his thumb firmly along the underside of Antonio’s cock.

“Sí, constantly…” If Antonio had more to say, Lucky stole his words by taking his cock back into his mouth. Fingers flexed in his hair. The sway he had over this alpha was heady. Still, he wasn’t here to torture his lover.

With every bob of his head, he took more of Antonio’s cock until the tip pressed to the back of his throat. A swallow, a breath, and then an obscene growl was ripped from Antonio’s chest as he took him ever deeper. All the way to the root. Lucky knew how to use his mouth but using it to bring Antonio to the brink was special. He felt powerful.