Page 47 of Blue Gold

“That’s great⁠—”

“If you’ll join me.”

“Huh?” I glared at him.

“In there.” He pointed over the water. “I want you to come swim with me.”

Shaking my head, I waved my hands in front of me. “There’s no way I’m going for a swim. The water is cold, and it’s already this late⁠—”

“Okay.” Elliot shrugged, and the next thing I knew, his marvelous ass was exposed for anyone to see.

“Alright, alright!” Panicked and without lingering on his naked skin, I moved to hide him away from the world. “I’ll go swimming with you. Just please put on your underwear.”

“Yay.” Elliot beamed while clapping his hands.

Sneaky little weasel.

Once his ass was all covered up, I glanced over my shoulder to ensure we truly were alone before I took off my gym shorts.

“Check out those briefs.” He whistled, causing my cheeks to flare.

“T-they’re comfortable.”

“They’re sexy, too.” He winked, and suddenly, I understood how exposed women felt under the gaze of a man.

It wasn’t that I didn’t enjoy his attention—on the contrary, I enjoyed it way too much, to the point I feared my excitement would be shown. The white boxer briefs he wore that clung to his firm ass also didn’t help my unfortunate situation.

Still hesitating, I watched him run into the water from the shore. His long legs stretched with each step in an almost effortless way as his feet barely touched the sand, making him look light and carefree—as a guy his age should be. Hypnotized, I observed him jump into the water, diving headfirst. I wasn’t surprised when he surfaced, calling out about how cold the water was. And while I enjoyed this moment, it also came with great fear of someone passing by and seeing us. And yet, my desires to dive in and join him were greater than my fears, and so I did. The ocean was indeed freezing, and I shrank once my toes touched the water. But Elliot’s voice calling me to hurry up gave me that last push I needed, and without thinking twice, I jumped in.

As the sea enveloped me completely, I felt as though I’d been baptized once again. I was sure of it once I resurfaced, and my first sight after opening my eyes was Elliot standing before me, hair wet and pushed back from his divine face. He smiled at me, and at that moment, all I heard was angels singing.

“Refreshing, isn’t it?” he asked while my full attention was set on a single drop of water that lingered on his skin, right next to the beauty spot under his left eye. Like a diamond in the rough, that small drop challenged me to steal it.

“It is,” I said, slowly moving my hand to wipe it away.

Holding his breath, Elliot closed his eyes and allowed me to. His plump lips seemed redder because of the cold, and his skin paler. He looked like an angel who’d fallen from the heavens, and not leaning in to kiss him was almost a crime. Every part of me yearned to touch him, and so I gently stroked his cheek, savoring the pleasure of having him lean into my touch. The only thing I missed was the blueness of his irises, which was even deeper than the ocean. Then, as if reading my mind, he opened his eyes and stared right into my soul, turning me into nothing but a servant at his feet. The next thing that happened was even more marvelous: Elliot leaped in. With his hands on my shoulders, he leaned close until our faces were an inch away, and his sweet breath fanned against my lips. My heart was beating loudly in my ears, enough to quiet down my growing fear. Hoping no one but God was here to witness us, I closed the fair distance until my lips grazed his. There was nothing intrusive about this touch, which could hardly be called a kiss, and yet it was the deepest kiss I’d ever experienced. Unable to control myself, my hands moved to his waist, and I grabbed him tightly right before I pulled back. Elliot let out a soft sigh while stroking his nose against mine.

“We better get back,” I said, even though I didn’t want to.

Pressing his lips together, he nodded. “Yes.”

Without speaking, I grabbed his hand and tangled our fingers together before carefully leading us out of the water and back to our safe haven.

15

DANIEL

After my jog with Elliot, which included an unexpected dip in the ocean, I had to take a long, long shower to clear my head. Yet, the hot water running down my face did no such thing, and even now, all I could think of when I closed my eyes was the touch of Elliot’s lips brushing against mine. I let out a sharp intake of air as chills ran down my spine, and opening my eyes, I stared down at the organ responsible for this madness. Full and heavy, my cock dared me to touch it, nearly begging for my undivided attention. Drowning in the bliss of temptation, and against better judgment, I wrapped one hand around my length and slowly began to move my fist along the shaft. Images of Elliot’s naked body quickly filled my mind, causing me to increase the pace until it was his ass I imagined thrusting into and not my tight fist. A throaty groan escaped me at the thought, and I tightened my grip while imagining it was Elliot’s sweet hole squeezing me. Would he let me fuck him senseless? Or would he take charge? My body tensed with the idea of him giving me orders, instructing me how to move, thrust, fuck him, and I bit my lips, nearly bursting on the spot.

With my cock pulsing and aching for relief, I pushed my free hand against the shower wall, my muscles tensing as I stroked myself faster. I briefly opened my eyes, only to close them again and dream of Elliot being here, bucking against this very wall as I fucked into him with all that I had. My cock jerked, eager to fill Elliot’s ass with my cum and breed him until it leaked out of him. I’d never done it before, breeding, nor had I fantasized about it until right at this moment. Now, all I wanted was to have Elliot pumped full of my cum and begging for more.

I continued rubbing myself to those lewd thoughts until my arousal reached its climax. I took a sharp intake of air as pleasure radiated from my balls straight to my stiff cock, and I thrust my hips forward as I erupted at once and shot my release all over the shower wall. My body shuddered with pleasure as I continued to come with Elliot’s face in mind until I was done for. Just then, as I stood naked in the shower, chest heaving and the crown of my cock glistening with cum, someone tried to open the bathroom door. My heart nearly dropped to the floor as I heard my wife’s voice coming from the other side a second later, and I thanked God I remembered to lock the freaking door.

“Why is it locked?” Claudia asked out loud before knocking. “Daniel, are you in there?”

“Y-yes,” I called while quickly cleaning the evidence of my wrongdoing from the shower wall. “Just a second,” I added, out of breath. Once it had all washed down the drain, along with my unrealistic thoughts of breeding our twenty-year-old private chef, who was a man on top of it all, I turned off the tap and grabbed a towel, which I wrapped around my waist.

“Sorry, I just took a shower,” I told Claudia once I opened the door to meet her suspicious face.