breeze off the ocean cooled the sweat beading on my skin, making me shiver.
This went on and on. Light, barely there touches, deliciously on target every time, drifted over my most sensitive skin. I don’t know how long I lay there before he moved the hands cupping my balls to my ass, but he went through the same torturous, teasing process with my hole until he loosened me enough to slip a plug inside.
That pressure in my ass drove me to a whole new level of arousal.
Now, his fingers weren’t just teasing my cock. It felt like there was an invisible string tied to my balls and my ass, like a spiderweb of pleasure, and every time he did anything to one part of my anatomy, it alerted the others to his presence and the possibility of more.
One hour went by. Two. Sweat dripped down my face, my chest bloomed fiery red, my skin felt fever hot. He gave me water whenever I asked for it. Slowed the stimulation when I begged him to. But he never entirely stopped, and he didn’t allow me to orgasm, and by midafternoon, I babbled mindlessly, sobbing for release.
He still didn’t stop.
I arched in frustration, and Epic took his hands away again.
He stroked the inside of my thighs, my knees, my calves. He rubbed my feet. He didn’t put his hands where I wanted them—where I needed them—until I’d backed off the precipice.
“Oh God. Come on,” I howled like a beast.
“Look at you,” he said. “So thirsty for my cock.”
“Please. Please, please.” When was I going to get the fucking I needed so badly?
“The sun is changing. Soon we won’t have shade.” He pulled his phone from his jeans pocket and checked the time. “Oh. It’s almost time to get cleaned up and go.”
Finally. Oh God, finally he was going to put me out of my misery.
I sighed with utter relief. “Thank God.”
“You want to go to the wedding that badly?” He started putting things away.
“Not really, no.”
He untied my arms. “I won’t be able to take my eyes off you tonight. I’ll picture you just like this, all hot and soft and ready for me.”
“Okay, well…you can finish me any time now.” Even though I’d been begging for hours, I thought a little hint couldn’t hurt.
“That’s not how it’s going to be.” He shot me a fond smile. “You go shower first. Keep the plug in. If you even touch your cock, I’ll know, and I will be very, very cranky. You don’t want that, do you?”
“Haha. Cut it out,” I said, still going along. “It’s been hours.”
“And you were fuckably gorgeous the entire time.”
“And?”
“And, I changed my mind. Let’s shower together. I want to play with you some more before we leave.”
“No.”
“No?” he asked carefully. “Do you mean red?”
“No, I mean no. You don’t get to tease me for—How long have we been out here?”
He looked at his phone again. “Four hours, thirty-six minutes, and twenty seconds. That’s a new record for me. You’re so hot, Ryan. Oh my god, I can’t believe you’re my fake boyfriend. Squee!”
“Under no circumstances have I given you permission to squee,” I muttered unhappily.
“No? But this is beautiful. Tonight, while we’re watching your asshole ex and his dick fiancé get married, your mind’s going to be on a totally different asshole and dick. I promise. This will be the best wedding you have ever been to.”
When Epic was right, he was right.
There was no way in hell that, under current circumstances, I’d feel anything more than mild annoyance over my ex and his stupid wedding.
“There’s going to be dancing, isn’t there?” he asked.
“There will probably be an orchestra. Maybe a DJ later in the evening after the oldsters fade out.”
“I’m not very good at dancing.”
“Don’t worry. I am.” I tried to stand, but my knees buckled. “Usually.”
“Whoa there.” He caught my arm and wrapped it over his shoulders. “Steady, big fella.”
“Fuck. You.” I let him help me inside because I could barely walk on my rubbery legs. “How am I going to do this?”
“One step at a time, sweetheart.” He helped me into the bathroom and turned on the shower. “I’m going to get you cleaned up and help you dress. By that time, you’ll feel fine.”
“I doubt I’ll be fine for a week.”
“Flatterer.” True to his word, Epic soaped every inch of my body and helped me rinse. I got a scalp massage when he washed my hair. I couldn’t think when I’d last been