Chapter 15
Chapter Fifteen
Bennett
I’m a genius. Peyton is currently paddle boarding naked in the sea.
NAKED. Her wet skin is glistening under the rays of the sun, her gorgeous firm tits bounce with every wave, and her tight fuckable ass is on perfect display for me.
I’m currently treading water with a boner, and I’ve got to say, it’s a first for me.
The cat — which I’ve nicknamed Little D, I can’t be saying D’Artagnan every fucking time — is prancing on the deck as happy as a pig in shit, or a cat on a boat apparently.
Every so often he lets out a loud meow letting us know he’s still here.
I have to admit he looks damn cute in his little life vest.
A splash comes from where Peyton was, her board now empty, before I have a chance to worry her head pops up above the waves and she lets out the loudest laugh.
“Did you see that? I properly went ass over tit.” She’s still laughing as I swim towards her, pulling her to me in the water and dragging us to the shallows.
“I didn’t, no, but you can bend your ass over on the beach for me and I can guarantee I won’t miss it this time.” She splashes me in the face.
“Will you behave.”
“No.” Her gaze widens as she realizes I’m being serious.
“Bennett, I can’t go again, not yet! Christ you’re going to rub my pussy raw.” I raise my eyebrows at her choice of words.
“Oh, you know what I mean.”
“Then let’s play a little game,” I say as I walk us out of the water. “I’m going to give you a ten second head start. You see that little shack up on the ridge there?” I nod my head towards a wooden hut that was on the island before I bought it.
“Yeah,” she whispers cautiously.
“You’re going to run towards it, and if you get there first I won’t fuck you again until tonight. Maybe even tomorrow.” Totally not happening. “But if I catch you, I fuck you in whatever hole I want.” My eyes narrow on hers. “Run.”
She’s quick. Quicker than I thought she’d be, not quick enough, though.
I swiftly cover the ground to catch her, comfortably reaching her before she gets to the shack.
I tackle her from behind, and bring her down to the ground, turning as we fall so my body takes the impact, her scream rings out around the deserted island.
I roll us so she’s under me and press her into the undergrowth, my hard cock nestling between her thighs.
“Gotcha,” I say as I lower my head and nuzzle behind her ear.
“Bennett,” she gasps as my cock rubs against her clit. I won’t be fucking her there, though, not this time. “Wh-what are you going to do?”
“Exactly what I promised. Fuck you.” I move off her and rise to my feet above her. “On your knees.” She scrambles to her knees as eager to suck me off as I am to get inside her mouth, I love how much she enjoys giving head. “You want my cum, sweet girl?”
“Yes,” she moans as she licks her lips.
“Then fucking get it,” I say as I thrust past her lips and to the back of her throat, causing her to gag around the invasion. She quickly swallows and relaxes her throat, allowing me all the way in. Her tongue toys with the barbells at the base of my shaft and my eyes roll to the back of my head.
“Ah, fuck. Sweetheart, you’re so damn good at that.
” I pull out and thrust back in again. “Wrap your lips over your teeth, watch the piercings, sweetheart.” She does as I say and I pick up my thrusts, fucking her face.
The silence of the island only intensifies the sounds we’re making — my groans, her gags and the sloppy thrusts of my cock inside her wet mouth.
Her hand comes up and cups my sack, massaging it firmly between her nimble fingers.
Shit, I won’t last long with her doing that.
“You trying to make me come?” She looks up at me and bats her eyelashes.
Little brat. “Where do you want it? Down your throat or painted all over you?” She mumbles something unintelligible around my cock.
It doesn’t matter what she said, though, it’s not actually her decision to make.
As I’m on the cusp of orgasm I withdraw from her mouth and fist my cock.
“Open wide, sweetheart and show me your tongue.” I give myself two quick tugs and my cock pulses, shooting cum over her lips, tongue, chin, chest — anywhere I can reach — marking her, claiming her as mine.
Peyton
No one has ever covered me in their cum before and I don’t know why because it’s fucking hot. I lift a finger and scoop a drop off my breast, bringing it to my lips and sucking his flavor from my finger. Bennet’s eyes darken and the corner of his lips lift.
“You missed some.” He gathers his cum from my body and feeds it to me until there’s not a drop left. “You’re fucking perfect for me,” he whispers as he pulls me to my feet and claims my mouth.
***
We’ve spent the last three days out on the water, swimming, eating, drinking and fucking — lots and lots of fucking. My body feels like it’s been through a bootcamp; muscles I didn’t even know existed hurt.
We’re currently sailing back, Bennett wanting to get to the harbor before the sun sets.
We’ll be back at High Tides by bedtime and I have to say, I’m going to miss this boat.
Bennett’s arms tighten around me, we’re both standing at the helm, his body pressed to mine from behind.
I’ve found something out about Bennett these last few days; his love language is touch — he is constantly touching some part of me or holding me.
My gaze snags on a lighthouse off to our left, it’s a pristine white and perched on the edge of a small cliff, it’s beautiful.
“I don’t know what it is about lighthouses, but I just find there’s something magical about them,” I muse aloud.
“I think it was Dwight L. Moody that once said, ‘Lighthouses don’t fire cannons to call attention to their shining — they just shine.’ I think that’s pretty magical, don’t you?”
“You’re constantly surprising me, you know that?” I turn in Bennett’s arms and loop mine around his neck. “I never know what I’m going to get with you.”
“Devotion,” he places a kiss on my forehead, “safety,” a kiss to the tip of my nose, “love,” a kiss to my lips.
“You’re it for me, sweetheart. I didn’t think I could ever want this, that I could ever give my heart to someone, but I can’t imagine my life without you. You’re mine, Peyton, and I’m yours.”