Alexi loved kissing. He loved everything about it: the softness of another person’s lips on his, the silky tongue sliding into his mouth, their breaths in perfect rhythm. Give and take. In and out.
But kissing Cam wasn’t sweet. Raw electric heat spilled through him, and Alexi arched into Cam, craving more. He drew in a sobbing breath, the dank, cool air under the boardwalk mixing with the unmistakable hot scent rising from Cam. Their pelvises rubbed together, and Alexi’s insides clenched as the thick ridge of Cam’s dick hit his own. Cam slid kisses down his neck, and Alexi gave a shaky laugh.
“I’ve heard bad things can happen under the boardwalk.”
“Or good,” Cam said, kissing along his jawline. Holding tight to Cam’s shoulders, Alexi felt him tremble beneath his hands. Before he could take another breath to answer back, Cam touched his waistband, and his loose board shorts slipped to his knees, exposing his hard, wet-tipped cock to the cooling air. His groan broke the stillness in their darkened spot; he could hear the rain continue to beat upon the sand. Cam’s hand grasped him, mouth hot against his cheek while his tongue circled Alexi’s ear.
“Tell me you like this.”