Billy and Orlando waved from the beach and he waved back, playing at normal, playing at sane. The thought of confiding the previous night's events to Orlando never even occurred to him. How could he explain to another person what he couldn't even explain to himself? Especially the last part...especially what had happened after he walked across the kitchen floor. "Now, I want you to do something for me." Karl's voice had been patient, almost loving. He'd stroked Dom's cheek, sending shivers through a body already on edge. Dom would have done almost anything to keep that contact. "Turn around. Put your hands behind your back." Dom had obeyed and felt a piece of cloth being tied around his wrists, looping them together. And then he was facing Karl again. Karl had leaned in, lips barely touching Dom's neck, making him groan. "I want you to make me come," he'd said and pushed Dom to his knees. Dom had gone rock hard at the thought. Ah Christ. "How do I..." Dom had gestured with his head at Karl's jeans. "With your mouth. Just your mouth." Oh God. Dom had shuddered, his breath halted. Could he do this? He'd come here, angry, hurt, hoping for some answers. Instead, he'd ended up right back where he'd been earlier -- on his knees. But perhaps there was a chance to get some semblance of control back. And Dom was never one to back down from a challenge. He'd used his teeth to unbuckle Karl's belt. Thankfully the jeans were button-down and not zippered and...ohChrist... Karl hadn't been wearing underwear. Dom had looked up, amazed, turned on, breathless. He'd looked back at that long, thick cock nestled in a thatch of dark hair and licked his lips. And hungered. The hunger that had never fully left him came screaming back into crystal focus. Karl had threaded fingers through Dom's hair, tightening his grip. "By taking me, by joining with me, you're mine. I will own you. Completely." Dom hadn't cared. All he'd wanted was to make Karl burn. "Say it." "I belong to you." He'd rushed the words, hardly aware of what he was saying, and finally closed his mouth over Karl's cock. The wave was a perfect one, cresting with a flawless curve. Dom rode it, felt the high, the sheer Zen of the moment. And managed to forget last night for a brief, blissful period. It was so easy to maintain purity as long as he was in the water, on his board. He wondered if he could just live out here, have Billy bring him food every once in awhile. The thought made him smile. Forget that he couldn't swim all that well, he'd be bored inside a day. He was too fond of his amusements, his distractions. Amusements...fuck. The bet. Karl. Last night. The first real taste of Karl had filled him, completed him. This was what he'd been craving. The tangy flavor of Karl had been its own aphrodisiac -- the texture of that pliant skin enthralled, enchanted. There had been power in the simple act of sucking, of running his tongue up the soft underside of Karl's penis. There had been a certain kind of abandon in looking up at Karl through half-lidded eyes, in watching the shudders, the moans, the way Karl never looked away, no matter what Dom had done. Getting Karl to moan, to move with him, to lose himself, had become its own little game. It had ceased to matter to Dom that his hands were tied, that he was on his knees. All he'd known was the taste of flesh, the movements of his head, the way Karl threaded long fingers through his spiked hair as he'd thrust his hips forward, buried himself down Dom's throat. All he'd known was that he'd wanted more of this...more of everything Karl had. He wanted to possess. "You gonna stay out 'ere all day, mate?" Billy's cheerful voice jolted Dom back to the present, the now. He stared at his friend, who'd paddled out to meet him in the water. He'd never even heard. "Actually, I was thinking about having you bring me lunch out here," he said. Billy laughed. "It'd be a wee bit soggy, wouldn't it?" "Perhaps I'll just come back to shore, then." He swam back to the beach, allowed himself to be distracted with jokes and camaraderie and friendship. And, God help him, he tried to forget. But the purity of the day was gone. And he didn't know, and no longer cared, if he ever got it back. Onto Part Six
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