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sucked, closing my mouth
tight around it. He moaned, so soft I was sure he didn’t want me to hear. He
pulled at my hair, strawberry blond curls hiding his view of me, pulled them up
and out of the way. His breath caught and I started to slide back up. I
squeezed my thighs, desperately wanting to touch myself, to relieve the
pressure between my own legs. He had no idea how turned on I was by this game
of who could make the other beg first.
    I won when he let out a growl and pushed my head down and
thrust his hips up to meet my lips. I instinctively wanted to fight back when
he pushed past my limits, but I didn’t. I let him push me all the way down
until he was hitting the back of my throat and I knew he was mine in that
moment.
    Between clenched teeth he commanded me. “More. More .”
    I gave him more.
    He released his hold on my head and gave me control over his
pleasure. I quickened my pace, sliding him in and out along my tongue, licking
at the drops of pre-cum, letting him see my desire to please him. His hands
were encouraging, pushing when he wanted to go deeper into my mouth, moaning
when I licked up his shaft and around the head with the tip of my tongue in a
way that I quickly discovered made him mad with lust. The second time I did
this in a row he collapsed back into the sand, leaving only one hand on the
back of my head, the other he grabbed at the sand with his fist, his breath hot
and short, punctuated with moans I loved to hear.
    He was stubborn though, and held out until my jaw began to
ache. I wanted to make him cum, to take a moment of control from him. He must
have sensed this and tried to hold back as long as possible, but when I took
the shaft in my hand and started bobbing my head up and down on the head
faster, squeezing the head between my lips and just barely grazing my teeth
when I went down further and further until I gagged, he was done for. His hips
thrust to meet my mouth, buried both hands in my hair and pushed my head down,
all the way down, with his last desperate attempt to control me. He cried out as
his cock jerked against my tongue and waves of cum spurted down my throat. I
rushed to swallow as fast as possible. It was hot, salty, and endless, like the
ocean.
    When his hips fell back to the sand he released his hold on
my hair and I licked him clean as I slid him out of my mouth. His hands
softened and his fingertips stroked my hair almost affectionately before he
remembered himself and let me go.
    He lay there spent, gazing at the stars as he worked to
control his breathing.
    I licked my lips of the last of him. My skin vibrated with
the want to touch him again, but I didn’t dare, not in this vulnerable moment.
I wanted him to touch me now; I was soaked through and desperate to have his
hands on me. He had no idea how willing I was to let him have what he wanted at
that moment. I felt powerful, forcing this vulnerable moment out of him where
his pleasure was my doing, but I also needed him to know how badly I wanted his
hands between my legs.
    He put himself away, wiped sweat from his forehead, and sat
up. He didn’t force his intense stare on me, not right away, but when he did, I
was leveled. The lust, the desire, was gone. Like a light switch. I knew he
wasn’t going to touch me, to please me, but I hoped I was wrong. He looked, for
a moment, like he was going to touch my face, but instead he picked up his
bottle and glass and climbed to his feet.
    “Go back to your cabin,” he said. That was it. That was all
he had to say to me, before leaving me there alone.
     

Four
     
    By breakfast I’d convinced myself it had never happened. It
was like a dream anyway, an indecent encounter with my best friend’s older
brother on a beach beneath a nearly full moon? Too incredible to be believed. I
was fully prepared to put it behind us until I saw him come onto the deck where
breakfast was soon to be served. Shannon and I were helping Meredith, one of
the housekeepers, set out the