fondling each other. Not anything he hadn’t seen before. He glanced at the contestants. One of them turned his eyes to the couple, and Ryan laughed as the guy’s erection withered. “What a wimp,” he whispered in her ear.
“Look again,” Candace threw back.
Ryan glanced over again. One guy on his knees had his mouth wrapped around another guy’s cock. Firm hands grasped his head as his partner pumped his cock in and out vigorously.
“To each his own. Doesn’t do anything for me, but I could watch those women all day long.” Ryan directed her attention to a group of women who were fondling each other. “Now that’s hot.”
“Really? You think so?”
“Most guys do, even the gay ones.” He nodded at the five remaining contestants. “Look. I think the guy on the far end is friends with the two men getting it on, and that guy in the middle is going to lose just so he can leave with the orgy group.”
“There goes another one,” Candace said over her shoulder. The poor guy blushed, but as the crowd applauded his efforts, he raised his trophy above his head and did a dance that had his genitals jiggling. Two female supporters joined him in his celebration. “He doesn’t look too upset over the loss.”
“No. I don’t think he is. He managed to stay up for about forty-five minutes. That’s pretty impressive with a crowd watching.” Ryan leaned in close and nipped her ear before whispering, “I’ll let you time me in private.”
“I don’t know.” She turned and grinned at him. “Why don’t you enter tomorrow’s contest?”
“Not me.” Ryan wrapped his arms around her waist and linked his hands behind her. Her hands came up to caress his biceps. “I’ve given up my exhibitionist ways.” Her laughing eyes, the color of the Caribbean on a sunny day, and her full lips, called him to make a lie of his words. He wanted her, here, now. His body rose to the occasion, but he fought the war and won. Candace deserved better than a public fucking. When, and he meant when, not if, he made love to her, it would be a private thing. He’d reigned in his baser desires, but he needed to kiss her as much as he needed air.
Her lips were still curled into a mischievous smile when he lowered his head and covered them, meeting her smile with one of his own. Candace slid her hands up his arms to his shoulders and wrapped both hands around his nape. The motion brought her sweet body up against his. Her nipples, erect beneath the thin material of her kimono, brushed against his bare chest. She tasted like sunshine, and her body melted like butter to fill every hollow and angle of his.
Ryan forgot about the four remaining contestants as he lost himself in the kiss. He splayed his hands across her ass and pulled her up and into the erection he thought he’d conquered. She groaned low in her throat and broke the kiss, but instead of stepping away, she slid down until her feet were on the deck again, and pressed her forehead against his shoulder. Her breathing matched his, rapid and shallow.
His hands had slid back to the small of her back and he continued to hold her tight against him, his cheek turned to rest on the top of her head. His breathing evened out, and he noticed the competition was over and the crowd had dispersed. One of the contestants, still naked and smiling like a fool, slapped him on the back and held up the winning trophy, a coffee mug with an erect penis for a handle.
“Hey man, thanks. You two are hot! I couldn’t have done it without you.” Ryan groaned and tightened his hold on Candace. Not an exhibitionist. Who was he kidding? He couldn’t keep his hands off the woman, not even in public.
“Congratulations, man.” He willed the guy to move on. After complimenting Ryan on his technique, the guy left to celebrate with the mixed group waiting for him.
“Amazing.” Ryan shook his head and let his hands slide to Candace’s hips in a loose hold.
She dropped her hands to his arms
“Look again,” Candace threw back.
Ryan glanced over again. One guy on his knees had his mouth wrapped around another guy’s cock. Firm hands grasped his head as his partner pumped his cock in and out vigorously.
“To each his own. Doesn’t do anything for me, but I could watch those women all day long.” Ryan directed her attention to a group of women who were fondling each other. “Now that’s hot.”
“Really? You think so?”
“Most guys do, even the gay ones.” He nodded at the five remaining contestants. “Look. I think the guy on the far end is friends with the two men getting it on, and that guy in the middle is going to lose just so he can leave with the orgy group.”
“There goes another one,” Candace said over her shoulder. The poor guy blushed, but as the crowd applauded his efforts, he raised his trophy above his head and did a dance that had his genitals jiggling. Two female supporters joined him in his celebration. “He doesn’t look too upset over the loss.”
“No. I don’t think he is. He managed to stay up for about forty-five minutes. That’s pretty impressive with a crowd watching.” Ryan leaned in close and nipped her ear before whispering, “I’ll let you time me in private.”
“I don’t know.” She turned and grinned at him. “Why don’t you enter tomorrow’s contest?”
“Not me.” Ryan wrapped his arms around her waist and linked his hands behind her. Her hands came up to caress his biceps. “I’ve given up my exhibitionist ways.” Her laughing eyes, the color of the Caribbean on a sunny day, and her full lips, called him to make a lie of his words. He wanted her, here, now. His body rose to the occasion, but he fought the war and won. Candace deserved better than a public fucking. When, and he meant when, not if, he made love to her, it would be a private thing. He’d reigned in his baser desires, but he needed to kiss her as much as he needed air.
Her lips were still curled into a mischievous smile when he lowered his head and covered them, meeting her smile with one of his own. Candace slid her hands up his arms to his shoulders and wrapped both hands around his nape. The motion brought her sweet body up against his. Her nipples, erect beneath the thin material of her kimono, brushed against his bare chest. She tasted like sunshine, and her body melted like butter to fill every hollow and angle of his.
Ryan forgot about the four remaining contestants as he lost himself in the kiss. He splayed his hands across her ass and pulled her up and into the erection he thought he’d conquered. She groaned low in her throat and broke the kiss, but instead of stepping away, she slid down until her feet were on the deck again, and pressed her forehead against his shoulder. Her breathing matched his, rapid and shallow.
His hands had slid back to the small of her back and he continued to hold her tight against him, his cheek turned to rest on the top of her head. His breathing evened out, and he noticed the competition was over and the crowd had dispersed. One of the contestants, still naked and smiling like a fool, slapped him on the back and held up the winning trophy, a coffee mug with an erect penis for a handle.
“Hey man, thanks. You two are hot! I couldn’t have done it without you.” Ryan groaned and tightened his hold on Candace. Not an exhibitionist. Who was he kidding? He couldn’t keep his hands off the woman, not even in public.
“Congratulations, man.” He willed the guy to move on. After complimenting Ryan on his technique, the guy left to celebrate with the mixed group waiting for him.
“Amazing.” Ryan shook his head and let his hands slide to Candace’s hips in a loose hold.
She dropped her hands to his arms
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