a gasp. I kept fucking him, my strokes swift, chasing my own release as his cum splashed onto my hand. I released his cock and pushed him forward onto the bed once more to lie down.
Close as I was to the edge, I pulled out of him. If I wasn’t going to come inside him, I wanted to come on him. To see the fruit of our hard fuck dotting his skin. I ripped off the condom and jerked on my cock, the sight of a powerful Charles stretched out on his stomach for me, all muscled and sweaty, gently humping the bed to stretch out his climax, doing me in.
His tight ass cheeks and his gently relaxed hole were the last straw. A cry tore from me as I nutted all over his beautiful ass. Ropes and ropes of cum sliced through the air and landed where it wanted.
My stomach burned pleasantly. I collapsed onto the bed next to Charles, both of us breathing hard. I didn’t speak. Neither did he. His head was turned in the other direction. When he didn’t face me, I was disappointed but guessed he needed time to process whatever it was going through his mind.
I remembered my first time having sex too, and I’d needed a long time after to figure out where I stood. I threaded my fingers through the short tresses of his hair and pressed a kiss to the bite mark on his shoulder. At least his clothes would cover it so no one could see the imprint.
But we’d both know where it came from. Another secret between us. That was satisfying.
“I’m going to get the Jacuzzi started.” Declan would want me to take care of his father after fucking him, right?
I winced at the thought, an uneasy feeling settling in my gut. Then I relaxed. They still had a few more days in Greece, and they didn’t have to know.
This was one secret that would stay between us.
Chapter 19
Charles
Well, this is a first.
I stared at the sleeping man by my side and waited for the panic to settle in. I’d woken up in many strange beds in my lifetime, but never like this. For one, my one-night stands never had a beard. And none of them ever looked like this.
August lay on top of the covers, naked except for the boxers he’d slipped into after we’d sat around in the Jacuzzi and chatted about nothing. It had been good, though. No awkwardness that usually followed first-time sex. Our conversation flowed, and nothing felt forced. We already knew this—whatever this was—had an expiration date, and maybe that made everything after go down smoothly.
The one thing we hadn’t talked about after he’d asked me once was how sore my ass was. I’d never prepared for that, and wiggling a little let me know the soreness wasn’t just about to disappear like Cinderella’s carriage at midnight.
This was no fairy tale. August had fucked me intensely last night. To be fair, it hadn’t been all that hard, but it was way more intense than I was used to. I had no experience at all with anything going up my butt except for my doctor checking my prostate, and everyone knew that didn’t count.
Last night had been no clinical procedure. And I wanted to do it again, but August had decided I’d need a few days to recuperate.
Goddammit, what had I been thinking? No booze had been involved. The little we’d had to drink on the train wasn’t enough to impair anybody’s judgment, and I could hardly blame it on the one glass of champagne we’d had downstairs.
When I’d shown up on my son’s doorstep to go out with his son-in-law, I’d been plain sober. I’d become his booty call.
Now an unease settled in my stomach about what we’d done. I’d never regret the experience of course. I’d done too much BS in my life to dwell on regrets, but I needed to play this one right.
August wasn’t a man I could buy diamonds for, kiss, and then walk away.
“Are you freaking out?”
I shifted my gaze from his ass to his face. His eyes bored into mine, his face still droopy from sleep, and hair tousled. I, Charles Moore, who loved everything to be perfectly put together, preferred this look on him.
“Freaking out about what?”
He groaned, stretching and turning onto his side in one smooth motion. He was all sinewy muscles and long limbs.
Did he bring a knee up and rest it dangerously close