Chapter 10
Chapter Ten
CASH
Not going to lie, my life is pretty perfect right now. Onyx is in my room every night, and I’m getting some epic orgasms. All from his hand alone. Okay, some frotting too. Naked frotting is so much better than dry humping.
I may just die from orgasms that progress past hands. I don’t think I’m mentally prepared to survive them.
On top of Onyx, I love my job. Like, seriously, I want to live on the boats. Maybe not the boats we take on tours, but I would give anything to live on a boat on the water around Kala.
Every single tour, I think of something new and exciting that we could be showing our guests. Pointing out wrecks or bringing them closer to the reefs. There are different routes we could be taking that would show them really great views of the volcano and its lava field.
Lie is happy with Laiken. It’s really fun that we’re both living secret love lives. He’s actually staying at his job for more than three days, too. I know it’s because he works with Laiken, but it’s still a big deal and should be celebrated.
My dads have been home three times this last week to have dinner with us. By us, I primarily mean me and Onyx. Benson shows up at some point, but he’s far too cool to hang out with his family.
Maybe cool isn’t the right word. He’s too much of an asshole.
The disappointment that our dads watch him with as he leaves wherever we are actually hurts me.
Like I did something wrong to cause it. Sometimes I want to talk about it with them.
Share the loss of Benson. I didn’t just lose my brother, but I think our parents equally lost a son.
Ben’s right there, but he’s such a fucking asshole now. Nothing he says is cast at our parents. Ever. No insult. Not even a hint. It doesn’t mean his behavior doesn’t hurt them.
“What has you thinking so hard?” Lie asks as he drops onto the grass beside me.
We’re in Laiken’s backyard, sitting by the pool. Not in my backyard because it would invite Benson to make sure we know he’s an unprovoked dickwad. Not in Lie’s backyard because that might bring his mother out and make an uncomfortable comment about Lie’s appearance or whatever.
“There are some weird parallels between your mom and my brother,” I muse.
Lie looks epically insulted, and I laugh.
“I mean, your mom is all about love is love advocacy and pride and shit. Unless it’s you. My brother was indifferent all the way around. Until me.”
“What’s weird about both of those situations is that neither of us really came out.
That’s not really a thing here. I’ve never heard any of our friends or kids at school having to come out.
Everyone just assumes we like who we like, and that’s that.
So at some point, something we said confirmed that we were attracted to guys.
It was no longer ambiguous. For me, I think I said I had a crush on Mr. Tyler. Remember Mr. Tyler?”
“Do I?” I fan myself dramatically.
Lie laughs. “Right? What was yours? Do you remember?”
I remember the day Benson lost his shit and started calling me a whole bunch of homophobic slurs. I remember the day like it was yesterday. The pain that grips my chest still has the potential to feel like it happened yesterday when I think about it.
“No,” I answer, shaking my head. “I remember the day Benson… changed. But I don’t recall something I did or said that day that might have triggered it.”
Lie sighs. “Were you chasing Carmichael on the playground that day?”
“Pfft. He always chased me!”
He laughs. Then shakes his head. “There had to have been something. Something that confirmed you were into guys.”
“Maybe, but I think I had my first crush when I was six. I’m pretty sure I spent like a week saying that I was Breton Gilbert’s future husband.
I announced it to anyone who would listen.
He didn’t get set off then. I’m relatively confident I did that several times as a kid.
I met my future husband every six months and made sure everyone knew it. ”
Lie’s grin is wide. I’m pretty sure he’s remembering all the future husbands I had. He was always ready to be my maid of honor. He knew exactly the dress he wanted to wear.
Looking back, I find it kind of funny. Lie isn’t actually all that fem. Yes, he likes nail polish, and he wears headbands, and has a ton of pink shirts and shorts. But he doesn’t wear makeup and doesn’t wear dresses of any kind. He doesn’t own any heels, or women’s boots, or anything.
Maybe he was just trying it on. Seeing what stuck.
“You and him are doing good?” I ask.
Lie glances at Laiken’s house and then shifts to look at his across the yard. A smile splits his face. “Yes! Cash, he has the biggest fucking dick. I can’t wait to ride it. It’s going to feel so damn good.”
My cheeks heat. We’ve already talked about their dicks. I mean, we could talk more. I don’t really mind, even if I feel like I’m a kid and embarrassed about body parts. I’m not. Not really. I’m not sure why I’m so… bashful.
“What about your rock star dick?” Lie asks, turning the tables back to me. I hate when he does that.
“I still have nothing to compare it to unless we’re talking about mine, but it’s…
” The sigh that comes out of my mouth is horribly sappy.
We’re talking about dicks. We pee out of them!
“This is going to sound weird, but I really like to touch it. I’ve inadvertently become a master at edging because I get distracted and just… play with his cock.”
Lie laughs loudly. “Oh my god, you don’t.”
“Yeah,” I say, grinning. “I can’t stop myself. Like, I try to focus on getting him off, but then it twitches or jumps in my hand, or his balls move, and I’m like, oh, shiny and totally just… explore it.”
“Haven’t tasted it yet, though.”
I drop my gaze. “No.”
“You nervous?”
“Kinda, yeah.”
Lie grips my hand for a minute. “Just don’t overthink it. Also, don’t bite it.”
I huff, rolling my eyes. “Thanks. Super helpful.”
He laughs. “You want to talk about it? I can give you some pointers.”
“Uh…” I kind of want to crawl into the water and not come up again. “No. But I’ll keep that offer in mind.”
Lie nods. “Okay. Also, if you want pointers but don’t want to talk about it, I can recommend a dirty book with tons of blowjobs. Just saying. How’s work? Loving the boat life?”
One of my absolute favorite things about our friendship is that Lie never pushes when I don’t want to talk about something. He’ll readily change the topic, but he’ll also simply listen if I need to talk, and he will give me all the sex pointers he has.
For a while, we talk about the boat, and he listens to the different routes I’d take and the different things I’d love to tell people about. Things you can see from shore but not from any of the routes I’ve been on.
I tell him about cool features I’d like in my own boat, like windows in the floors, and we get sidetracked with me lamenting about probably never having the money to afford the boat I want. Then we talk about proposing an idea to the Calloways, and maybe they’ll invest in my ideas.
I get home late. The music is playing obnoxiously loud in Benson’s room, so I know he’s home.
I almost bypass a shower because he’s here, but I’ve been in the sun all day with Lie and feel like sticky sunscreen and sweat.
For a minute, I stand in the hall and stare at the open bathroom door, debating my odds.
Take a shower and chance running into Ben, or don’t take a shower and be sweaty and smelly when Onyx comes into my room. If we get naked tonight, I don’t want to be gross. How ridiculous is it that I have to stand here debating on a shower because of my fucking brother?
Okay, I need a shower. Quickly. His music is loud, which suggests our parents aren’t home. A fast shower, then. In, wash, out.
I do just that. I’m probably not as thoroughly clean as I should be, but I scrub my pits, my neck, and between my legs. All the places that could smell funky, and my neck, because he kisses my neck a lot.
Wrapping a towel around my waist, I peek into the hall. Benson’s music hasn’t changed. It’s still loud, and his door is still closed. Gripping my towel around my waist with one hand and my balled-up clothes from the day in my other, I sprint to my bedroom and throw open my door.
I nearly yelp when I find Onyx on my floor. Not because it’s a surprise that he’s in here. I swear, he’s in here more than I am. But I kind of ignored the fact that he might be in here, and I’m only in a towel.
I hear Benson’s music get louder and clearer, meaning he opened his door, so I quickly step into my bedroom and shut my door behind me. I’m careful not to let it slam and click the lock into place.
My skin is flushed all over as Onyx stares at me. I’m very aware that I’m naked with only a towel. Not that he hasn’t seen me naked. He has. Several times now. We were frotting naked last night. I’m not sure why it feels so heated right now.
“Come here, Cash,” Onyx says, voice deep and seductive.
I drop my clothes right there and cross the room. As soon as he can reach me, Onyx pulls my towel free, and I catch my breath. My cock is ready for him. I swear, it’s always ready for him.
His hands drag up my legs, and with every inch they cover, I think my cock leaks another drop of precum. When he grips my hips, his hands slide back to my ass, and he pulls me toward him so I’m standing over his legs, mine spread so my feet are on either side of his thighs.
With my bottom lip between my teeth, I watch as Onyx stares hungrily at my cock.
I don’t think I’m anything special to look at.
Most of what I’ve seen is all the crazy, ridiculous cockerabelia that Lie orders.
I honestly don’t have a whole lot to compare myself to.
But the way he looks at me has my entire body hot.
Onyx licks his lips and then pulls me toward him. I stumble a little, but before I can truly catch myself, his mouth is around my dick. He doesn’t ease me in. He swallows me whole.
I gasp at the sudden wet heat around my cock.
He gives a gentle suck, and I moan. I bend at the waist and curl over his head, my face burying into the bed.
Onyx adjusts under me, and then he’s sucking me.
Moving my cock in and out of his mouth, bringing me to the back of his throat, inhaling me, and flicking my cockhead with his tongue.
My legs shake as heat swirls like a tornado in my core. Holy fuck. I’m going to come. My hands curl into the bedding as I try not to cry at the rapid influx of pleasure. God. Oh god. Oh fucking god, I’m going to lose my mind.
Then I feel his finger between my ass cheeks, sliding along my crack. I have a brief thought that I’m thankful I washed there, but my thoughts burst apart when he presses his finger to my hole. I gasp, hips jerking forward all on their own until I’m shoved deep into his mouth.
My brain feels like it’s in a blender. My body shakes, and my orgasm explodes out of me. I don’t manage a warning. I keep my face pressed so hard into the bedding that it swallows all the sounds trying to fill the room.
Onyx pulls me down his body, and I slump into his lap.
“S-sorry,” I slur, eyes unseeing as I come back to life. “I meant to tell you I was coming.”
He chuckles. Then he smacks his lips like he was just licking a lollipop. My cheeks remain hot at the way he licks his lips. As if I’m a treat.
“You going to get hard for me again?” he asks.
I adjust the way I’m sitting in his lap. Honestly, I haven’t quite softened yet. “Probably,” I admit. I wouldn’t say I’m a ridiculously horny man, but no one has ever turned me on quite like Onyx.
“Good.”
A burst of laughter leaves my mouth as he flips me onto my back on the floor and settles between my legs. “I just got off. It’s going to be a minute.”
He hums. “Okay.” He doesn’t touch me. He rests his head on my thigh, face inches from my dick. I can feel his breath flutter across my sensitive skin, and yeah, I don’t think it’ll be long before I’m hard again with his mouth that close.
We talk about nothing for a while. I’m never not aware of how close he is, even though our conversation is about mundane topics. His hand glides over my upper thigh. It doesn’t feel seductive, but it is intimate.
My dick doesn’t actually take long to get excited again. We continue to talk for several minutes even after I’m ready for him to touch me. Maybe he’s waiting for me to tell him I’m ready. Maybe he’s just enjoying our conversation.
When he finally turns his attention to my cock, I’m practically vibrating with need. Except… there’s something different about this time. There’s no urgency. Onyx brings me into his mouth and everything just… sighs.
My legs fall open, and I close my eyes. He moves over my dick with confident calm. He’s tasting me. Examining me much like I do him. Learning everything about my cock with his mouth. He keeps my blood at a constant simmer.
A moan, low and long and content, leaves my mouth as I reach for him blindly. His hand grips mine, our fingers lacing together. God, it feels so good. Intimate. Every muscle relaxes under him, and with the warmth of his mouth around my dick. Slowly, sensually moving along my length.
I surrender to his mouth. To him. He can have me. I’ll never be the same again.