And, of course, the feeling wears down every bit of control I was holding on to.

Within a matter of seconds, he’s up on the counter, naked, legs spread wide, with me pumping in between them.

My hips work steadily, thrusting my cock in and out of his warm, tight ass, until we’re both falling apart in mutually debilitating orgasms, together. Sugar on our lips while we kiss through groans and grunts of salaciously sweet pleasure.

“I fucking love you…” he pants to me, arching up into the feelings. Up to me, because he’s mine. “God, I love you.”

“I love you so much, sweet boy. My always and forever.”

Once we’re cleaned up, Jesse goes back to his task, and I stay away, so as not to distract him anymore. I linger outside, on our deck overlooking the ocean, while the sun sets before my eyes. It’s a tranquil vibe, lulling me into a trance.

By the time I come back inside, Jesse is done. And as ridiculous as the little cookie penises are, I’m impressed. They look awesome. Though, I’d expect nothing less. The kid is very talented.

“Let’s go to dinner,” he says on a breath, removing his apron and tossing it aside. “All the sex and baking worked up my appetite… for food.” He smirks.

“Sounds like a plan, baby.” I pat him on the butt.

We get dressed and head out to one of our favorite restaurants right on the water. We live walking distance from the resort we stayed in when we first came here for vacation last year, so we usually end up over there, at the beach and the cool spots they have for lunch or dinner.

At the restaurant, we’re seated at our usual table by the waiter who loves us, Al. But when we sit down, my jaw clenches… Because I realize that the intruders, Blake and Kenneth, are seated at the table right next to us.

“Oh, hi!” Jesse waves at them, wearing a polite smile.

“Hey, gorgeous,” Blake, the younger one, says to Jesse, standing up and kissing both of his cheeks.

It has my fist tightening by my side.

We don’t know them well enough for this… I mean, gorgeous?? Cheek kisses?? Come on.

Blake and Kenneth seem to have a similar age gap between them that Jesse and I have. Though, if I were to guess, I’d say Kenneth is close to fifty, and Blake is probably around twenty-five.

Even so, I don’t think that makes us friends, just because we’re both gay couples with a difference in age. Definitely not enough for them to be kissing my man…

Kenneth does the same, and when they turn to me, I’m certainly not hiding my scowl. Jesse elbows me and I grunt, moving in closer, so they can kiss my cheeks, too. A gesture I don’t reciprocate.