Page 101 of Full Service
That he is, especially when he’s moaning my name, but I choke that thought down. I do not need to accidentally let that slip from my lips. No siree.
“Alright, well, I’ll let you get back to collecting trash, and I’ll see you after.”
“Can’t wait,” I mumble and then turn back to the task at hand.
And I really do focus, for a long while. I fill up an entire trash bag, all while getting sand in my shoes. The entire time, I don’t look at Everly, but then I make the mistake of doing it and regret it. Because now I want to kiss him. I want to lick his face and then his ass.
I want to do all the things to him.
But of course I can’t do that. Dr. Brown is here and a whole bunch of students. I absolutely cannot.
Even if he is my boyfriend.
And even if I really, really want to.
“Mr. Winslow,” I say lowly, trying to play it cool. It’s hard to do when I’m overheating though, and my dick is poking into the plastic bag I’m holding in front of me.
“Yes, Dr. Sinclair?” Everly replies.
“I think there is a large mountain of trash behind that umbrella over there.”
“Yeah?” he asks, craning his neck to the right.
“It’s quite large. I saw a sea turtle meander over to it. Had a straw up its nose.”
“Oh shit,” he says and sets everything down and strides purposefully toward that umbrella that’s sticking out at an angle from the sand.
I’m going to hell. Sorry turtles and straw lovers everywhere. But really, can you blame me? I just need a taste. Just a little taste to get me through this hell.
“I don’t see a turtle, Silas,” Everly says, his eyes wide as his head swivels side to side.
“There’s no turtle. Unless you count the one in my pants.”
Everly’s lips twitch up. “Why, Dr. Sinclair, is there a turtle in your pants?”
“You’ll have to find out,” I say lowly and then take a step toward him. No one can see us behind here. This umbrella is as big as the state of Maine. I have approximately one minute to get what I need.
I pull Everly into me and kiss him roughly, my tongue sneaking into his mouth.
He groans as I grind my hips up against him, feeling his cock lengthen down his thigh as I do so.
“I can’t wait to get off this godforsaken beach and fuck you,” I whisper, and Everly groans into my mouth once more.
“Why are you so hot, so irresistible?”
“God made me this way, just so I could tempt you.”
I groan because he’s right. If there is a god, he made Everly just for me.
As my tongue slips into his mouth once more, I hear a gasp and then a sigh. I quickly pull away from Everly, my entire body heating.
Oh my god.
Someone saw us.
I peel my eyelids open and crane my neck to the side.
“Dr. Sinclair, Everly,” Dr. Brown says, and I feel my stomach drop to my feet.