The golden hues of the setting sun bathed the Maldives beach in a warm glow, the shallow waves lapping gently at the legs of Jasprit Bumrah and Virat Kohli as they stood in the water, the resort’s beach chairs and umbrellas dotting the shoreline behind them. They’d spent the day swimming and relaxing at this private paradise, away from the pressures of cricket, their shirtless bodies glistening with seawater and sweat. Jasprit, in black swim trunks that clung to his lean, muscular frame, ran a hand through his wet hair, his intense eyes hidden behind a playful smirk. Virat, in white patterned trunks, his tattooed arms and chiseled abs on full display, stood close, his own gaze sharp, charged with an unspoken hunger.
They’d been teasing each other all day—racing in the water, their hands brushing under the waves, their glances lingering on each other’s bodies, the tension building with every touch. Now, with the beach deserted, the other guests gone for the evening, the air between them crackled with heat. Jasprit stepped closer, the water splashing around their thighs, his hand brushing Virat’s waist, fingers digging into the firm muscle. “You’ve been driving me crazy all day, Virat,” Jasprit said, his voice low, a rumble of desire in his tone, “looking like that, all wet and ready.”
Virat’s lips curled into a smirk, his eyes glinting with challenge, “Maybe I wanted to see how long you’d hold back, Jas.” He stepped closer, their bare chests almost touching, the heat of their bodies cutting through the cool water. Jasprit’s smirk faded, replaced by a darker, hungrier expression, his dominance rising to the surface. “I’m done holding back,” he growled, grabbing Virat’s neck, pulling him into a rough, possessive kiss, their lips crashing together, tasting of salt and the faint tang of their earlier cocktails, tongues battling for control.
Virat moaned into Jasprit’s mouth, his hands gripping Jasprit’s shoulders, nails digging into the slick skin, but Jasprit was in charge—he deepened the kiss, his tongue dominating Virat’s, his other hand sliding down to grip Virat’s ass through his wet trunks, squeezing hard. They stumbled out of the water, lips still locked, hands roaming, finding a secluded spot behind a row of beach chairs under a large umbrella, the sand soft beneath their feet. Jasprit pushed Virat down onto a towel they’d left earlier, straddling his hips, their wet trunks clinging to their skin, cocks straining against the fabric.
Jasprit pulled back, his chest heaving, his eyes dark with lust as he yanked Virat’s trunks down, freeing Virat’s thick, veiny cock, already hard and leaking, the tip glistening in the fading sunlight. “Fuck, Virat—you’re so hard for me,” Jasprit murmured, his voice rough, as he shed his own trunks, revealing his own erection—long, dark, throbbing with need, the sight making Virat’s breath hitch. Virat reached for Jasprit’s cock, stroking it slow and firm, “You’re one to talk, Jas—look at this beast,” he said, his voice trembling with want, but Jasprit swatted his hand away, asserting control.
“Not yet,” Jasprit growled, grabbing a bottle of lube from their beach bag—always prepared—and slicking his fingers, his eyes locked on Virat’s as he spread Virat’s legs wide, the sand sticking to their wet skin. He circled Virat’s tight hole with a lubed finger, teasing for a moment before pushing two in, deep and slow, stretching him, making Virat moan, “Shit, Jas—feels so good,” his back arching off the towel, the waves crashing in the background. Jasprit worked him open, adding a third finger, curling them to hit Virat’s prostate, making Virat’s cock twitch and leak onto his abs, his moans growing louder, “Fuck, Jas—more, I need you inside me.”
Jasprit smirked, his dominance radiating as he pulled his fingers out, leaving Virat panting, hole slick and needy. “You’ll get me,” Jasprit promised, lubing his cock, stroking himself a few times, his lean frame flexing as he lined up, the head of his cock pressing against Virat’s rim. He thrust in, slow at first, stretching Virat wide, watching Virat’s face twist with a mix of pain and pleasure, then deeper, until he was fully inside, his balls pressed against Virat’s ass. Virat gasped, “Oh fuck, Jas—you’re so deep,” his legs wrapping around Jasprit’s waist, pulling him closer, his tattoos glistening with sweat under the umbrella’s shade.
Jasprit set a punishing pace, thrusting hard and deep, the sand shifting beneath the towel, the sound of their skin slapping mixing with the ocean’s rhythm. “You’re mine tonight, Virat,” Jasprit growled, his hands gripping Virat’s hips, leaving red marks, his thrusts relentless, hitting Virat’s sweet spot over and over. Virat’s hands clawed at Jasprit’s back, nails digging in, “Yes—fuck me, Jas—own me!” he begged, his voice raw, his cock leaking onto his abs, untouched, the pleasure overwhelming.
Jasprit leaned down, biting Virat’s neck, marking him, his dominance unyielding as he fucked Virat senseless, their sweaty bodies sliding against each other, the heat of the beach only adding to the fire between them. “Cum for me, Virat—show me how much you love my cock,” Jasprit ordered, his thrusts getting faster, harder, the umbrella above them casting dappled shadows over their writhing forms. Virat couldn’t hold back—he came hard, his cock shooting thick, white cum across his chest, his hole clenching tight around Jasprit as he screamed, “Jas—fuck!” Jasprit groaned, the tightness pushing him over the edge—he pulled out, stroking himself fast, his cum splattering across Virat’s abs, mixing with Virat’s own mess, hot and sticky in the fading sunlight.
They collapsed together on the towel, panting, the waves lapping at their feet, their bodies tangled in the afterglow. Jasprit kissed Virat’s shoulder, his dominance softening into a tender smirk, “Told you I wouldn’t hold back.” Virat laughed breathlessly, wiping sweat from his brow, “You’re a fucking animal, Jas.” They lay there, the beach quiet except for the sound of the ocean, their hands brushing against each other, the promise of more lingering in the warm night air.
