Chapter 4
Julia
“It’s clean,” I say, tossing the level onto the bed. “Now you show me the body part I have that’s shaped like that.”
“Sit.” He points the level at the narrow chair that’s set into the wall between two cabinets. “I’ll show you what I mean.”
I drop into the seat with zero confidence that he has this figured out. “You gonna jerk off with it?”
He curves his mouth and puts the tool at dick-height as if he’s considering the possibilities.
There are none. He’s fucking with me.
“Do you have any ideas or no?” I ask.
“Get your pants off.”
“I told you. I don’t have a body part shaped like that.”
He jams the level into his back pocket and kneels in front of me, pushing my knees apart. “You need to relax.”
“Dude.”
“Do you not trust me?”
I sigh and let him pull them apart enough to wedge himself between.
He reaches behind me and grabs my waistband. “Get that sweet ass up, baby.”
I raise my sweet ass so he can take off my pants. He spreads me wide, knees all the way at my ears, and licks me up and down. This man has military grade muscles in his tongue and when his fingers are inside me, they know exactly what to do.
I’ve stopped thinking about the level. He wouldn’t.
I’m almost there when he takes his fingers out of my pussy and pulls the level out of his pocket.
I’ve never gotten so dry, so fast in my life.
“Fuck no.”
“What happened to trusting me?”
“Stay on your knees, big boy, so I can kick you if I need to.”
He smiles and reburies his face. When I’m warmed up again, he rubs the flat part of the tool against me. The grooves on the ruler are kinda nice. They’re rounded, which I didn’t realize.
“Wait,” I say. “If he pops up here, are you going to be jealous?”
“With Tony? Nah. I’d trust any of my guys with you.”
“Will I trust them?”
“I’ll be right here. I’ll make sure everything goes all right.”
He means it.
“Tell me about Tony so I’m not surprised.”
“He likes everything even. Freaks out when things aren’t symmetrical.”
“Okay,” I groan.
“We grew up together. This one kid, Frankie Something…” He pulls my lips apart so he can tease me with the grooves. “He called Tony a sissyqueer, so I broke his jaw.”
“I like that.” I’m talking about what Caspian did then, and what he’s doing now.
“Then Tony tells me he already fucked Frankie twice, so...”
“Stop!” Like a shot, I get up on my elbows.
“What?” He pulls the tool away. I can’t tell if he thinks he hurt me or if he thinks Tony fucking Frankie is a problem.
“If he’s gay… we can’t be doing this with him! He’d never consent.”
“Relax. There was a lot of playing around back then.”
“Does he have sex with women or not?”
“Yes. Hundred percent.”
Relieved, I drop back down.
“Now lie back and open your legs wide. Let’s show him this pretty little pussy.”
My legs can’t go any farther in the confined space. He picks me up. All he has to do to get me on the bed is turn. Now my feet can be miles apart for the tool. He taps my clit with it, teasing and playing without inserting a rectangle into an oval.
I trust him. I understand what he’s doing. Letting go is possible. I brace my hands on the walls and give in to the orgasm.
I fully expect another man to appear in this tiny room. But the tool stays a tool.
“Huh.” Caspian looks at the level as if he’s as surprised as I am.
“Maybe, from what you said about him… maybe it has to be level?”
Even as I say it, I can see how that’s going to be difficult on a boat.
There’s a light rap on the door. It’s Tonya.
“Come and eat.”
I’m hungry. Figuring out how to fuck a level while it’s level, on a boat, is going to have to wait.