Chapter 10 He Called Me Baby and I Liked It #3
My dick is leaking already. I can’t let him suck me off on this boardwalk, though. What if someone sees him? I look left to right while Vincent reaches beside me and pulls my pistol from its holster.
He takes my earlobe in his mouth, lightly pulling it with his teeth and unbuckles my belt. “Sivan, baby,” he breathes out. “I can feel how nervous you are. I want to get on my knees for you. I want to make you come right here on this bench. Don’t you want that?”
“Oh, fuck, Vincent…”
He called me baby, and I liked it. He’s the only person to ever make me come from a blowjob, and my cock knows it even better than me.
I unzip my pants, and Vincent tugs them down, while dropping to his knees.
He’s looking up at me with his big brown eyes, moving closer to my cock.
He lightly licks the slit, before gripping me firmly. “Mmm. I want to taste you again.”
Using the bun in his hair as a handhold, I guide his mouth onto my cock.
His warm lips wrap around me, and my toes curl inside my boots.
Slowly, he slides nearly all of me inside his mouth, until I feel him almost gag.
He pulls back and begins playing with the head of my dick, licking the tip, swirling his tongue around, while I grip the knot in his hair tighter.
I want to fuck his mouth so bad, it’s incredibly hard to hold back when his tongue is right there.
He’s staring up at me, while dragging his tongue up the length of my cock. “Mmm…you taste so good, baby.”
“Your mouth feels amazing, Vincent.”
He seems to like that bit of praise, based on how eagerly he takes me back into his mouth. He’s gliding up and down, bobbing while I thread my fingers through the top of his hair, then grip his bun again.
I can feel my balls tighten, my orgasm drawing closer. I can’t believe he’s gonna make me come with his mouth again. My breaths are heavy, and I drive further into his throat, matching my thrusts with his pace. “Fuck—mmm—just like that.”
He pulls my cock out, sliding his hand up and down my shaft, pumping me at a slow pace, making eye contact. “Are you gonna come for me?” He kisses the tip, then slides all of my dick back inside his mouth and squeezes my balls, making me thrust harder and faster.
I’m so drunk on the feeling of his mouth wrapped around me that I can’t even remember where the fuck I am, I just know that I need to come.
I’m grinding hard into him, and when his throat tightens, I can’t help but try and drive in further.
The feeling of him choking on my cock is enough to push me over the edge.
“Fuck—I—I’m fucking coming.” My cum shoots inside of his mouth, and Vincent’s head moves up and down, as he thirstily sucks out every drop, jerking my cock until I finish.
He looks up at me and wipes his mouth with the back of his hand. “Twice. I made you come with my mouth twice.” With a chuckle he asks, “Who would have known I’d be good at sucking dick?”
I hold his chin in my hand and kiss him softly.
“You’re good at everything. That was incredible.
What about you? You want me to…” Before I can finish my offer, I look around and suddenly realize where we are again.
Oh my God, anyone could have seen us doing that.
Thankfully, I don’t see anyone around, though.
“A bit late to worry about anyone seeing us.” He smiles and stands up, patting my thigh. “Don’t worry about me. My knees hurt so bad from the wood; I couldn’t come even if I tried. Before you offer, that is not a challenge.”
“Well, thank you,” I say, while we both fix our clothes.
“I owe you later, then. You come first next time.” Admittedly, I find myself a bit weak in the knees when I stand up.
Not just physically, but damn—he’s doing things to me in ways that I never even thought possible.
There is literally nothing that makes me happier than being near him.
“Deal,” he says. “You have a thirty second rebound rate after orgasm, though, so I’m fine with you coming first.” He smiles and pulls his phone out of his pocket.
I don’t like the look on his face; it just changed from happy to concerned.
“Ah. Shit. Got a text from my dad,” he says, turning the screen toward me.
Both of you…in my office, now.
“Ooh. That doesn’t sound good. He didn’t even say why.”
“It’s probably about Slicer,” Vincent says. “Although, you really pissed Harlow off, so she may have told our dads about us. I’ve never seen her as mad as she was today. She could do anything, really.”
I pull him in for a hug before we make our way back to the ship.
I realize now that we didn’t actually decide what we want to do as far as telling our fathers, or anyone else, for that matter.
His face is tucked against my neck, and I can feel his heart beating faster than normal, even through my coat. I rub his back softly. “Hey, you okay?”
“Yeah,” he says, nodding against my shoulder. “I’m good. I just hate not knowing what to do.”
“Then do whatever you want to do. Don’t worry about everyone else. I told you that you were the most important thing to me, and I meant that. However you want to tell people about us is fine with me. If you want more time to think about how we do it, then that’s fine, too.”
He presses his lips to mine in a soft sweet kiss and squeezes me tightly around my waist. “Thank you. Let’s just do what feels right. I don’t feel like getting on my dad’s bad side before the inspection tomorrow, so it may not be the best time. But if he already knows, then maybe we don’t deny it.”
“Right. He’s also planning a wedding for you, Vincent. It’s probably good if we shut that down. It opens us up to Harlow telling everyone, if she hasn’t already, so I don’t know what that will mean for us. You can’t have him planning a wedding, though.”
We start walking back toward his father’s ship, and there’s still no one around. I really hope that no one saw us earlier. Even if they did, it would have been from the back side of the bench.
The whole port is still pretty calm; you’d never know that there was so much chaos here earlier.
“There actually was a monkey in my room this morning, right?” he asks me with a giggle.
“Mmhmm. It slapped you three times. I saw it with my own eyes.”
Our attention shifts toward behind the pub, where two men are having what looks like an intense conversation. “I don’t recognize them,” Vincent whispers.
I nod, and we continue walking past them, with the ship now in sight. Once aboard, we step below deck and walk quickly toward Captain Rodrigo’s office.
As soon as we turn the corner, I see Harlow’s mother headed straight for us. She’s sizing us up, looking even meaner than normal, but still walking at a leisurely pace. “Hello,” she says through gritted teeth, as she walks past us.
“What do you think that was that about?” I ask Vincent.
“I don’t know, but she looked angry. Do you think she came from my father’s office?”
“Hmm, maybe, but she could have been coming from almost anywhere on the ship.”
“Sivan,” he says, stopping in the hallway.
I turn and look at him. “What’s wrong?”
“If Harlow told him everything; what do I do? Do you want me to deny it?”
The concern in his heart is palpable. I just want to comfort him. “No, don’t deny it for my sake, but if you want to deny it, you can. I won’t be upset.”
“Thank you,” he whispers.