and kisses me, and we both drift below the surface of the water, our lips locked as we sink. When we touch bottom, we kiss until we can’t hold our breath any longer. Then we kick back up to the surface.
We race twice more, Tyler beating me by a long shot both times. Then we head for the diving boards.
“Show me what you can do,” Tyler says, nodding toward the low dive.
I make an attempt to do a front flip off the board, trying to show off, and I completely blow it and end up doing a belly flop. Laughing, Tyler climbs the ladder to the high dive.
“Show off,” I say, as he executes a perfect backward flip. “Why didn’t you tell me you’re a merman?”
He swims toward me and wraps his arms around my waist as we tread water. “I guess it never came up.”
I cling to him like a monkey, my legs around his waist and my arms around his neck, and he manages to keep us both afloat. When I feel his cock stirring against me, I lean in and kiss him. “Wanna make out in the pool?”
He nods toward the ceiling. “You see those video cameras placed strategically throughout the room?”
“Yeah?”
“Those aren’t just for decoration. They’re monitored by the security staff, just out of precaution, in case a guest gets into trouble in the water.”
“Oh.”
“Yeah, so if we’re gonna make out, we should definitely do it in our suite.”
I slip my hand beneath the water and stroke the outline of his growing erection. “That sounds like an excellent idea.”
Chapter 20
Ian Alexander
After our swim, we head back up to our suite. I strip and walk straight into the shower to wash and prep. I’m getting laid tonight.
When I finish, I dry off, finger-comb my hair, brush my teeth, and without bothering to put anything on, I walk into the bedroom to find Tyler sitting at the foot of the bed in just his black boxer-briefs. His hair is still damp from our swim. I glance out onto the balcony and see both pairs of swim trunks hanging over the railing to dry.
I allow myself the luxury of simply looking at Tyler. As always, my eyes are drawn to his chest—the man’s chest is sexy AF. My gaze follows the trail of dark hair that leads to his groin, disappearing beneath the waistband of his underwear.
“You’re overdressed,” I say as I approach the bed. I want to fall to my knees and worship him.
Tyler rises to his feet and heads my way, toward the bathroom, but I stop him with a hand to his chest and push him back toward the bed.
“I should shower,” he says with a laugh.
I shake my head as I tug his briefs down, dropping them to the floor. Then I push him back so he’s sitting on the bed. “No, you look like a fucking god, and I’m here to worship at your feet.”
He smiles. “Ian—”
Before he can say another word, I drop to my knees and ease between his legs so I can take his cock in my mouth.
Tyler cries out, gripping my head and groaning loud. “Baby, this isn’t about me—fuck.”
Tyler takes my hands in his and carefully withdraws from my mouth. Then he pulls me up onto the bed and rolls me onto my back. He leans close and whispers, “Lie back, baby.”
He motions for me to scoot back until my head reaches the pillows. His warm hands run up my legs, to my thighs, and then he wraps his fingers around my erection, which is straining wildly for attention. As he settles in beside me, he strokes me firmly from root to tip. Then he licks me, his tongue swirling over the head of my cock. He takes his sweet time, running his lips and tongue along the length of my throbbing shaft.
As I close my eyes with a groan, my back bows off the mattress and my head digs into the pillow. He’s gotten so good at giving head. I think I’ve created a monster.
“You love torturing me,” I say, my breathy voice barely audible.
When he chuckles, I feel the vibration travel down my shaft to my balls.
“I just want to make you feel good,” he says, still leisurely licking me.
He rises up on his knees, crouching over me, and continues this slow, methodical torment. My cock is throbbing now, my balls heavy and aching for release. But just when I feel I’m getting close, he backs off.