Kavinsky laughed, maybe a bit unkindly, but his eyes were gentle at least. He slipped his hips back and then sank down into the sand on his knees.

"Relax," he said, still stroking lazily, playing with the head a little bit now. "Don't make a fuss."

From there it was easy to lean in. He went right to the root at first, inhaling the thick, musky, masculine smell and then working his way up with wet, needy lips along the shaft. When he reached the head, he played with his tongue this time, sighing as he sucked it into his mouth.