“Would you accept one from me?”
The atmosphere seems to thicken. The beach is dark where we’re standing, and there’s no one around. “I might. Let’s see the goods first,” I say in a low voice.
His eyes widen, and he holds my gaze for a moment, as though he’s reluctantly intrigued.
“I’m not sure, Joe. There are people at this wedding who know me from work.”
“Are they on this beach in viewing distance?”
“No, but—”
I lower myself to my knees at his feet. “Good, because if they are, they’ll get a bit of an eyeful.” His erection contradicts his stern tone, and I give it a squeeze. “More than an eyeful,” I say huskily. “Jesus, Lachlan. Do you need a permit for this thing?”
He gives a choked laugh and then groans as I lean in and mouth along the rigid length. He grabs my head gently, pausing me. “Joe.”
“No?” I say sympathetically. “Do you want to go back to the room? Your room, obviously. Mine is so close to the bins, I could be a Womble.”
His fingers thread through my hair, his eyes sparkling in the moonlight. He shoots a look back along the beach, and then I see the moment he decides to fuck it. His face closes into that dominant expression that made me come my brains out last time, and when he looks down at me, I swallow hard.
“We’re not going anywhere,” he declares. “Suck me, Joe.”
“You sure?”
He licks his lip. “I need your mouth on me more than my next breath, so yes, I’m pretty positive.”
“I love a man who knows his own mind,” I say in a breathy voice, and he rolls his eyes.
“Probably so you can watch up close when you drive him out of it through sheer aggravation.”
“Sassy,” I say admiringly. Before he can change his mind, I unzip his jeans. I reach in to pull his briefs down, and he springs out. He’s fully erect, the veins standing out on his cock like a road map. I tuck the waistband of his briefs under his balls. “Just framing my work,” I say, looking up at him and winking.
“It figures that you’d be a gigantic tease,” he says to the sky. “Why didn’t I take notice of the early warning signs?”
“Maybe because I’m not a Mini Cooper with engine problems.”
He starts to laugh, but it dies when I lean in and nestle my nose into his balls. They’re big and hairy, I notice with approval. I might manscape more than a gardener with a pair of hedge trimmers, but I like my partners a bit hairy, and Lachlan is perfect.
I run my hands up his toned torso, feeling the crispness of his chest hair, and scratch my fingernail delicately across his nipple. His sharp intake of breath tells me I’m on the right track, so I do it again while nuzzling his balls, inhaling the rich, earthy scent of him here.
“You know the sun will be up soon,” he says conversationally, although I’m happy to notice he sounds breathless. “I do so hope we’re still here by then, because we can give the beachgoers a real show.”
“I think your sarcasm should have a health warning, but I’m just a simple wedding planner, so what do I know?”
“Joe, I signed on for a blowjob.”
“Did we exchange contracts?”
“Joe.”
I chuckle. “Oh, okay, spoilsport.”
“I’m not one for team sports, particularly with work colleagues.”
Ignoring him, I cradle one of his balls. It’s full and warm, and I mouth it before taking it gently into my mouth and sucking.
“Jesus Christ.”
I consider warning him that he’s being a lot louder than he should be, but I bend my focus to my task. I release his ball with a gentle pop and turn to the other, mouthing and sucking until his fingers are wrapped in my hair, and he’s moaning low.
Then I pull off. I wipe my mouth and hold up my hand. “Get it wet,” I say and then it’s my turn to groan as he takes my fingers and raises them to his mouth. He sucks on the digits, flitting his tongue over them until my hand is wet and my dick is stiff and throbbing.
All laughter gone now, I shuttle his dick until it’s wet and gleaming. The size is intimidating. I don’t think I’ve ever blown someone this big, but I’ve always been one for trying anything, even though not every venture ends well—like that time I gave a boyfriend a hand job on a Ferris wheel and the ride paused at ground level when he was too far gone to stop.
Lachlan thrusts his hips, and I take the head into my mouth and lick. It’s already slick with early seed, and I hum approvingly, beginning a jacking motion as I suck. I flit my tongue over the slit, tasting more seed, and then suck hard in pulling movements, hearing him start to pant.
“Shit,” he whispers.
I relax my throat and take him deeper and deeper until my mouth is full of his meaty cock. I’m good at blowjobs. I pride myself on them, but I’ve never done one with a dick this big, and I cough, coming off his cock a little to breathe.
“Careful,” he whispers. “Joe, your asthma.”
I’m unbearably touched he remembered, and I incline my head in thanks. I pop off his dick for a second to say, “I know my limits." I resume, and soon his worry is gone, as he thrusts into my mouth, making little choked grunts of pleasure. His default seems to be gentlemanly behaviour, however. His movements are slow and gentle, even though he’s obviously dying to let go.
I come off his dick. “You can go harder,” I say, my voice already hoarse. “I’m holding your cock at the base, so you won’t go too far.”
“I don’t want to hurt you,” he murmurs, his fingers restless in my hair and his hips making little movements as if dying to push his cock back in my mouth.
“You won’t.” I lick his dick. “And don’t get too carried away because I want you to come on my face.”
“You are an angel sent down from heaven.” I laugh and he strokes my face. “But we’re on the beach, away from a bathroom.”
“I’ve got wet wipes in my trouser pocket but don’t mix them up with the confetti box in the other pocket or you’ll give the guests in the hotel rather a shock.”
He snorts, and then, considering the matter sorted, I bend back to my task. When everything gets nice and sloppy, and his moans grow louder, I wet my finger and slide it tentatively under his balls while still sucking.
“Yes,” he groans. I run the pad of my finger over his hole, and he gives a choked grunt. “Fuck yes,” he says.
I wiggle my finger in a little, being careful without lube. His channel is warm and tight, and he doesn’t feel the same need for care, because he pushes back on my finger and then into my mouth. I crook my finger and draw hard on his cock, and he groans.
“So fucking close.”
He pulls out, eyes dazed and locked on me, no more cares for potential onlookers on the beach. “You too,” he pants, fisting his cock.
I nod frantically. “God, yes.” I unzip my trousers and pull out my cock. Then, resting one hand on the sand, I arch back on my heels, wanking myself off.
“In your mouth?” he checks. “I’ve been tested, and I’m clear of everything.”
I nod, my mouth watering at the sight of his fat club of a cock in his big hand.