17. Indy #2
Golden light spills across the surface of the bay, catching the tiny ripples of water, making them glint and shimmer.
Neither of us moves. I turn my head the slightest bit and look over my shoulder.
Nick’s watching the sunrise, his expression calmer than I’ve ever seen it before.
Almost serene. Sunlight hits the side of his face, catching his eyes.
My heart gives one of those violent thuds that’s impossible to ignore.
I swallow through the sudden dryness in my throat and lick my lips.
Nick’s gaze flicks to mine, and instead of turning away, I look back.
Just for a second, there’s no hostility there. It’s just Nick. It’s like, for this moment, I can finally see the real him again.
He looks back at the water a second later.
“Not bad,” he says.
I turn away too.
“Yeah.” My heart’s still beating too loudly, my voice too soft. “Not bad at all.”
After the sun is fully up, we head back toward the shore. We wordlessly lift the kayak out of the water together once we reach the dock and place it on the rack. I hold out my hand for his oar and put it away.
When I turn around, he’s right there. And when I say there, I mean there. I turn, and he’s right in front of me. A foot away.
My skin hums and my stomach tightens. The hungry burn that’s stayed a low, flickering flame gets drenched with oxygen, and it roars to life.
I don’t know which one of us moves first, but suddenly we’re kissing. He pushes his fingers into my hair, his other hand pressed against the small of my back. My arms wrap around his neck.
His whole body is tense, like he’s waiting for me to shove him away.
He licks at my lips, and I stumble back a step. I open for him, and he lets out a guttural groan that goes straight to my cock. He pushes his tongue into my mouth. Tastes me.
The heady smell of salt and sea on his skin is like a perfume designed with the express purpose of driving me insane.
His fingers tighten in my hair. His kiss is hot and hard.
My body is tight with anticipation in a way it’s never been before. After the rollercoaster of ups and downs, I’m wordlessly begging for release while also preparing for him to put a stop to it.
It doesn’t happen.
I open my mouth wider. Push my tongue into his mouth. Lick him.
The tension doesn’t let up. It increases until I feel like I’m half-insane with need. We stumble against the shelves. Trophies and medals from competitions over the years rain down with a deafening clatter, but it only vaguely registers.
My fingers dig into Nick’s biceps, and my hips push forward.
Groans and panting fill the boat shed. We’re fueled by the same desperation. The same forceful need.
We’re hurtling through the air, and there’s no parachute, but I don’t care. I’ve never felt this kind of reckless freedom before.
I tense with anticipation when he stops kissing me. We’re both panting, looking at each other. Waiting.
Nick takes the hem of my shirt and wrestles it off. I watch him in all his handsome glory as he grabs the back of his jacket and flings it over his head.
His bare chest heaves in a lone shaft of early morning sunshine as he studies me for a hot beat.
Then his mouth is back on mine. His hands cup my ass, and he effortlessly lifts me up. I wrap my thighs around his hips, and we both groan when our cocks brush through our shorts. My back slams against the wall.
He’s kissing me like his life depends on it. I grab his shoulders for balance, my mouth still fused to his.
There’s an air of panic in this lust. Neither of us seems to want to stop, but at the same time we’re both afraid the other will come to his senses.
He lets go of my ass, and I slide my legs back down until my feet are on the floor. He’s still plastered against me, toes to knees to hips to chest to mouth, but now his hand moves between our bodies, over the bulge in my shorts.
Time seems to slow to a crawl. The world narrows to just us two and his hand cupping me. His hot breath tickles my ear.
“You’re hard.”
I choke out a laugh. “Really? I hadn’t noticed.”
“Makes me think.” He wraps his fingers loosely around my dick and starts to rub it slowly. “If I do this… are you going to get harder?”
My cock jerks against his palm. His teeth rake over my earlobe, and his fingers trace the outline of my cockhead.
“Do you think I could make you come like this?” he asks.
I swallow. Forming words seems like an impossible task.
He squeezes the head of my dick. My erection thickens, and he starts pumping his hand up and down my length, the slippery material of the board shorts a frustrating barrier between my dick and his hand.
“I think we’ve already established that you can make me come like this,” I manage to say.
He keeps stroking me with lazy movements.
Without any warning, he drops to his knees.
I can’t speak.
I can’t even breathe.
He hooks his fingers around the waistband of my shorts and tugs them down. My cock springs free and slaps against my abdomen. There will be no subtlety here.
He stares at my cock for a second and then looks up and meets my eyes. He slides the pad of his thumb over the slit of my dick, eyes still on me.
“You’re wet,” he murmurs. “Is that for me?”
I let out a hoarse laugh. “No, no. I’m just really into boats.”
He raises his brows. Leans closer. Lowers his head. Nibbles at my hip bone. I breathe out in a rush. My dick jerks again. Our gazes are still locked.
I’m shaking with the effort of holding still. Of not arching into him. Of not begging.
Come on. Come on. Put your mouth on me. Touch me, suck me, jerk me off. Do something.
My cock is heavy and hard, dripping.
He wraps his hand around my shaft again and leans forward. Anticipation skitters over my skin in waves of hot and cold.
He laps over my cockhead before he closes his lips around me and sucks.
I slam my head back, panting wildly.
Oh fuck.
His tongue curls around the tip and I squeeze my eyes shut. My heart hammers against the inside of my chest.
I can’t believe this is actually happening.
I can’t believe this is actually happening.
I fucking can’t believe this is actually fucking happening.
I look down. His lips are stretched wide around my cock, fingers wrapped tightly around the base of my dick.
He goes deeper. His cheeks hollow as he sucks, and his tongue moves over the underside of my cock, soft and wet and hot.