Chapter Twenty-Eight #2
“Just keep your eyes on me. Bear down when you feel pressure. That helped when you prepped me for the first time. Don’t forget to breathe too.”
“Okay.”
“Remember, I love you. I will still love you come what may. Lighthouses are built to weather whatever storms arise.”
I watch as tears rim his eyes. “Can we—” His voice hitches, and he swallows hard again. “Fuck, I don’t know how to ask this.”
I think I have an idea what he’s trying to ask, given the look of vulnerability etched into his every feature right now. “Do you want to skip all the kinky shit, forgo all the rough stuff, and actually make love, Gordy?”
“Y-yeah.”
I offer him a soft smile. “Yes. Of course we can, babe.”
With that, I gently start to get him prepped.
I remind him again of what to do when his tight ring of muscle, at first, tries to bar my finger’s entry.
Eventually, he relaxes enough to introduce another finger.
Slowly, I pump them in and out of his well-lubed hole.
In much less time than before, I’m able to get a third finger in.
“You doing okay?” I check in with him.
“Stung a little at first, but now it feels better,” he admits, chewing the corner of his bottom lip. “Feels much better now, actually,” he sighs.
“You’re doing great, babe. Just keep those eyes on me.”
When he does, I bite back the urge to snark about how I’m supposedly the obedient one. He’s just as down bad as I am, for fuck’s sake.
Curious, I scissor my fingers, looking for the spot I know will have him writhing on the palm of my hand. The tip of my middle finger glides over a smooth, somewhat spongey spot, and he jolts, crying out in pleasure. “Found it,” I note with amusement, stroking it some more.
His entire body shudders, trembling with ecstasy, and his cock pulses out several more beads of pre-cum. It pools on his lower stomach every time his cock bobs with my thrusting. I curl in, greedily lapping it up and savoring his taste on my tongue.
“G-Gannett, you’ve got to s-stop. I’m g-gonna come, if you don’t. I want”—He grits his teeth, pelvis arching away from my hand—“you inside me.”
“Get my dick wet then,” I tell him, passing the bottle of lube over.
While he does that, I continue to stretch him, reveling in how tight and hot he is just clenched around my fingers.
I’m not going to last long once Blackbeard gets in there.
Christ, I’ll be lucky if I get more than a few pumps, the way I’ve been unintentionally edging myself this entire time—feasting on all the sounds he’s making and the way his body is reacting.
Finally, I slide his hand away, replacing it with mine as I grasp myself at the root, notching myself at his entrance. He sucks air in through his flared nostrils, puffing the breath back out through his mouth. I brace my other hand on his inner thigh, and slowly start to make my way in.
“Ohhhhh, babe,” I moan, sinking into his tight heat. “You feel so fuuuuckin’ good.”
“So do you,” he pants, his jaw flexing as it works back and forth, his mouth agape. “Oh, god. So good.”
I don’t stop until the tops of my thighs meet his asscheeks.
When I’m seated to the hilt, I pause. I can’t move.
If I do, I’ll fuckin’ come. “Shit, babe,” I gasp, marveling at the sight.
“I’m in. You did so, so fucking good taking all of me.
You look perfectly made for my cock with your legs spread wide. So eager for me. I love it—I love you.”
“I love you too, Gannett, but please—move,” he begs, one of his fists curling behind my neck as he tugs me down to kiss him. “Please,” he whimpers on my lips.
I roll my hips, sinking in and out of him languidly. With his one hand still clenched at the nape of my neck, his blunt fingertips tightening and releasing with every pump of my cock, his other arm wraps around my ribs. He squeezes me tightly, as if he’s trying to meld our two bodies into one.
Choked sounds of pleasure work their way out of his mouth as I pant harder and harder with each and every thrust, gaining more and more intensity as I go. “So perfect. Babe, yes,” I murmur into his skin, pecking the clammy skin on the column of his throat.
Needing something to hold onto, I reach up and grasp the metal spindles on the headboard, allowing me to put more power behind my thrusts. Soon, skin is slapping on skin as I piston into him with increased tempo.
I can feel his abs go taught below me, his stomach hollowing out between us. Sticky pre-cum coating both of our bodies. “Gonna come,” Gordy warns me, his breathing choppy. “Yes. Fuck, yes, I’m—oh—I’m coming!”
His head thumps back on the pillow, his whole body trembling with his orgasm as he cries out. “Gannett, yes! Oh my god,” he moans, his steady stream of release almost seems never-ending.
I think watching him come undone will forever be the catalyst to tip off my own orgasm, because—ho-ly shit.
A surge of euphoria careens down my spine, settling into my balls and gripping them like a vice.
Warmth floods my system, shooting out of me and surging into him like a tidal wave.
I feel paralyzed, rendered unable to move, from the sheer bliss as my cock pulses inside of him while his inner walls ripple around my length.
There was no warning I could have given him. This orgasm tore through me like a missile on a mission. By the time I’m fully spent, I’m reduced to a molten heap on top of him. It’s a damn good thing he’s jacked, that’s all I have to say.
“I hope you like living like this,” I huff, once I’ve finally caught my breath.
“What, here?” he asks, his voice gravelly.
“No, with me on top of you. I don’t think I’m going to be able to move for a bit.”
He laughs, the rumble of it passing through his chest to mine. “I’m going to need a minute too, but I’ll eventually get up to clean up this mess. Eventually, you’re going to slip out of me.”
“Noooo,” I whine, nuzzling into the crook of his neck. “I don’t want to waste it.”
“Yeeees,” he mocks me back, combing his fingers through my hair. “Maybe not tonight, but there will be plenty more where this came from.”
I peer up at him. “Promise? Cuz, same on the not tonight thing, but I could go for this a whole hell of a lot more often.”
“If you stay, I stay.”
I grin. “Oh, I’m staying alright. I’mma haunt yo ass everyday, just like I did at the pub. The drinks you serve look a little different these days, but I don’t mind.”
His chest shakes with laughter again. “Never stop being you, Gannett,” he hums, pressing a kiss to the top of my head.
“Okay,” I promise with a grin on my face, right before my eyelids droop and I zonk right the hell out on him.