Chapter 21
Chapter twenty-one
Mac
It’s startling to realize that this is the new shape of my free time. My new routine.
This rotation is a run of day shifts for Green Crew, so it’s my nights that have fallen into this rhythm. The pattern of sitting in my cabin, pretending to read while listening acutely for the soft sound of Rory’s approaching footsteps.
He doesn’t come every night. Most nights, but not all. I keep telling myself it’s enough.
It’s not. It’s not even sufficient. But it is what I have, so I will cherish it.
I turn a page I haven’t read. The paper rustles. Far below me the North Sea whispers gently. It’s a calm night.
I’ve turned the overhead light off, so its hum is absent. The reading light is quiet, and it paints my cabin in soft hues of amber. It’s not candles and rose petals, but it’s what I have out here on the rig in the middle of the sea.
Besides, Rory brings the magic. Every space he enters transforms into something special. When he is here, this ceases to be a tiny cabin with metal walls, and becomes something else. A piece of heaven on Earth. A glimpse of paradise.
I put my book down. Were those footsteps I heard?
I listen carefully, straining my hearing.
Yes! I was right. Soft footsteps rapidly approaching down the hallway.
Unmistakably Rory’s. I know how he sounds.
His light, swift footsteps, his laugh, the musical lilt to his voice as he cries out his pleasure.
Rory has chosen to visit me. Again.
My heart starts thumping against my ribcage. I throw off the bedcovers and hurry to the door. My hand rests on the doorhandle. Waiting.
I hold my breath.
He knocks, sending a wave of glee shooting through me. I open the door and pull him in. Then I shut out the outside world, so it’s just me and him, and it’s bliss.
Rory grins up at me. “Sorry, Tam took forever to go to sleep.”
I try to think of a reply because I want to wag my tail, but then Rory is in my arms kissing me. No small talk needed. Just this.
Heat floods my body, and I kiss Rory back. Our hands begin fumbling and tearing at each other’s clothes. I’m in pajamas because I didn’t want to presume Rory would visit tonight. He is in his off-duty clothes. But not for long. With impressive speed, we manage to both get naked.
He smiles at me again. More dazzling than the sun. Then, to my utter astonishment, he drops to his knees.
Pleasure thrums through me, not merely anticipation at what he is offering, but pride at witnessing his confidence bloom. He was a ball of anxiety and nerves the first day he knocked on my door. Now he is a confident young man, as he should be.
If I play no other part in Rory’s life, I’m honored to have been a part of his self-discovery. His sexual awakening and his newfound confidence.
I hope he will remember me fondly.
Rory’s warm, wet lips wrap around the head of my cock. I shudder and groan. Fuck. That’s incredible. I’m already feeling lightheaded.
Rory kneels before me and gets to work. My hand threads through his blond hair. He sucks and licks. I’m pretty sure this is the first time he has given a blowjob. It’s an honor, for sure. But he is, understandably, seriously lacking technique.
However, there is nothing lacking in his enthusiasm. And it’s Rory, so I don’t care about anything else. If anything, his inexperience is endearing.
A groan rumbles through me as Rory laps eagerly at my hard cock. A fizzing sensation races along my nerve endings. Rory is licking and sucking my cock, but I’m feeling him everywhere.
He bobs down a little too enthusiastically and chokes. My fingers tighten in his hair, and I pull him back a little.
“Slowly,” I growl. “No need to rush. No need to take more than you can handle.”
He hums his assent, and I relax my hold of his hair. He gets right back to enthusiastically working my cock.
“That’s it, good boy,” I say.
He moans at my words, and the vibrations make me shiver.
“Relax your jaw.”
He does so immediately. I was going to let him experiment and figure things out by himself, but my Rory loves receiving instruction. And I love giving them.
“Work your tongue all the way around my head.”
He makes a happy, blissful noise before doing as he is told. I can almost feel his relief that I’ve taken control.
His motions slow. His silken tongue obediently licks around and around the swollen head of my cock.
“Perfect. You’re so perfect.” I groan as my heart races and my toes curl.
He whimpers and gives a little jerk of his hips. He has such a praise kink, I really should exploit it. But right now it’s enough to know that he is enjoying this as much as I am.
“Put your hand around the base of my cock. Stroke me. Use your hands where you can’t reach with your mouth. You’ll learn to take me deeper next time.”
He obeys me swiftly. My eyes roll back. Oh fuck. This is heavenly. It feels so, so good. It’s going to be a challenge to last. But I enjoy a challenge. And Rory’s education is important.
“Use your other hand on my balls. Gently. Ah… just like that. You make me feel so good.”
Reality spins. My lungs are heaving. Muscles are quivering.
“Now twist your head as you bob up and down my cock.”
A wordless cry pours out of me as Rory diligently follows my directions.
Colors are flashing behind my eyelids. I feel as if I am floating.
Sensations are swirling. Rory’s tongue and lips.
Suction, friction, and the twist. His hand around my base, milking, pumping.
His other hand gently cupping and rolling.
“You’re a natural,” I gasp.
Rory moans, adding vibration to the symphony of sensations coursing through my body, and I explode. My orgasm races through me, burning and freeing, and Rory gulps and drinks all of me down.
Aftershocks jolt through me. I shudder and wheeze as I look down at him. He releases my cock with a wet plop, wipes his mouth with the back of his hand, and smirks up at me, looking very pleased with himself.
He has every right to be. That was incredible.
He flows to his feet and I have a very brief moment to envy his young knees, then his lips are pressing against mine and I’m tasting myself mixed with the taste of him, and we are stumbling towards the bed, kissing frantically.
I’m still trembling from an orgasm, but lust, desire, and arousal are flooding me. Consuming me. My thoughts are carried far away. Time stutters and swirls. Rory is in my arms, and that is all I know. It’s the only thing I need to know.
Hands caressing, fingers touching, tongues colliding. Soft sounds of shared pleasure filling the cabin.
After eternity, awareness drifts back. I’m lying on my side, chest to chest with Rory.
We are still kissing hungrily. His leg is flung over my hip.
I’m fingering him slowly and sensually. Dripping with lube and opening him up to take my cock, but greatly enjoying this too.
It’s not a prelude. It’s a course all of its own, and Rory is the banquet.
Rory groans deeply. His hips rock. His hard cock slides against my belly, leaving a trail of precum. He is close, very close. It’s time for the next course.
I bunch my muscles and roll us. Rory’s startled gasp is extremely satisfying. He stares down at me, wide-eyed. Then he grins.
“Ride me,” I grunt.
“Aye, grand idea,” he says.
He leans to the side and grabs a condom from the packet. He makes efficient work of rolling it over me. Then he lifts up on his knees, holds my cock steady, and seats himself like a king.
My vision whites out. The pleasure is too profound. I’m only human, I’m not sure I can cope with this level of euphoria.
Rory starts to ride, and I cry out. My eyes fly open, and I am transfixed by the sight before me.
Rory above me. Moving gracefully. His head tilted back.
Cheeks flushed pink. Jaw loose, lips parted.
Pretty, breathless moans spilling out of him.
His full cock bouncing and dribbling precum.
His gently defined naked chest, like a carving of marble, a beautiful thing that should be in an art gallery, not my cabin.
It’s all a beautiful image, but best of all is the expression on his face. He looks so happy. Completely blissed out. From riding my cock.
Knowledge settles over me. An understanding that Rory’s joy is more gratifying than the feeling of his tight ass around my cock. I value his pleasure more than my own. Much more.
My heart crashes against my ribcage. My stomach flips all the way over.
Fuck. It’s more than pleasure. Far more. I know this feeling, or at least an echo of it. This is love. I already knew I was in love with Rory, but this is something more. More intense. More absolute.
I thought what I felt for Daniel was love. I believed Daniel was the one. My special person.
I see now that I was wrong, so very wrong. My feelings for the man I made my husband, were a pale imitation of this. It is as if I mistook a lightbulb for the sun, and now I’m seeing the dawn for the first time.
There is simply no comparison.
I grunt as the full sensation unlocks, like a box opening deep inside me and exploding outwards.
Rory cries out as if he can feel it too. I watch in awe as he dances through an intense orgasm. His ass clenches and quivers around me, and I’m gone. Following Rory over the edge and roaring my way through my own orgasm.
When I can see and hear again, he’s beside me, and we are a delightful tangle of limbs. We are both breathing heavily. Sweat is beginning to cool.
I wrap my arms around him and hold him tight. I hate that this beautiful thing between us is a secret. I want this forever, there is no denying it now. I don’t want this to be a chapter of our lives, I want the full story.
I suck in a shaky breath. Reality is returning along with the oxygen in my lungs.
I can’t tell him how I feel. Not yet, not now. It’s too much. Too soon.
I’m not good at reading people, but I can read Rory. He doesn’t feel the same way.
He likes me, but that’s not the same. This bright sunshine man saw me and wanted me. He knocked on my door and chose me for his sexual discovery, and I should be content with that.
I should not be craving more than he is willing to give. I should be grateful for what has been offered. And I am grateful, deeply grateful, and I’m not going to do a thing to ruin it.
I will hold on to this, to him, for as long as I can.
He might come to love me back. It’s not an entirely foolish hope. We fit together, he must feel some of that, he did choose me after all.
And If Rory ever does fall for me, I will be his forever and ever. He is the other half of me. My one special person.
I can wait.