23. Seth
Seth
It’s not the most graceful tumble into bed.
Nick goes down the hatch first, landing the abrupt five-foot drop onto the cushions, and I follow. Trying not to stomp on him as my boots hit the berth. Nick’s fingers find the button of my cargo pants while I close and seal the hatch door above us, his palms spreading over my lower stomach.
By the time I stretch back on the V-shaped bed, I’m shivering with want. Hopelessly trying to kick off my boots before I have to accept that they won’t come off unless I untie them.
“Too many fucking clothes,” I complain. We’ve got a lot of layers on, there’s a mountain of rumpled blankets wadded up between us, and it’s all the wrong sort of heat when it’s standing in the way of his body on mine.
Nick laughs, sliding off the berth and kneeling in front of me.
The cabin lights bathe the cool, pale tone of his skin with gold.
He unlaces my first boot, slowing down the moment.
Loosening each individual point where the laces cross before he slides it off and kisses the bone of my ankle through my sock.
“That’s okay. I like getting you out of them. ”
Hard to argue with that.
I sit up as he takes his time with the second boot, too. Watching him while the sound of the ice echoes in the background. It's even louder down here, rubbing against the hull—the whole world reduced to that haunting song and the measured movements of his hands.
He leaves my socks on as he carefully peels off my pants, then my long johns.
Ever cognizant of my body temperature. Our first night out here, he didn’t lift a finger to get me out of my sweater and jacket when I unzipped my pants and fucked him over the counter.
The second night, he dared to slip his hands under my thermal shirt while we sucked each other off in the wheelhouse. So at least we’re making progress.
“I’m not keeping the gloves on,” I tell him.
“Oh, I don’t want you to.”
He reaches both hands around my waist, taking off my jacket and pressing a kiss to my lips. Taking off my sweatshirt and kissing me a little longer. Taking off my undershirt and cupping my jaw, keeping me in place while he melds our mouths together.
He rips off the Velcro strap on the wrist of the right glove and pulls it off.
Loosening one finger at a time, then lacing our fingers together while he undoes the strap on the left.
He takes the tip of the middle finger in his teeth and tugs.
Letting the glove land somewhere on the ground before he sucks two fingers into his mouth and rubs my other palm with his thumb.
My cock throbs at the hot, wet slide of his tongue along the bottom of my knuckles. My lips part with a groan.
“I need these hands,” he says.
“I need that mouth, baby. Give it to me.”
He sucks my fingers harder, taking them as far back as they’ll go. Showing me how deep he wants my cock. God, he’s so fucking hot it makes me want to possess him.
“‘Yes, sir,’” I prompt, throat dry. “Go ahead. Wanna hear you say it, the same way I do when you give me an order.”
He pulls back, his spit catching the light and shining on my fingers and his lips. “Yes, sir.”
I don’t know who’s more into it. Me or him.
He shucks his jacket off, grabs my hips, and yanks me down the berth until my legs dangle off the edge. Dipping his head to swallow my cock from tip to base.
Strands of messy blond hair tickle my abdomen as he gags himself on me. Moaning when my dick spasms and leaks down his throat.
“Does it feel good? Handing the control over to someone else? Letting go and taking my cock wherever I tell you to?” I suck in a sharp breath as he pulls back . Drool glistens all over my cock.
“Yes, sir.”
“Good.” He bobs back down automatically, setting a steady rhythm, and my hips pump up. Seeking the smooth wetness of his mouth. “Your mouth is so perfect. Just like that. Fuck, Nicky, I love the way you suck me.”
I love the way he responds to praise, too. Sucking me harder, swirling his tongue along the underside of my cock every time he sinks down. The more he pleases me, the higher he seems to set the bar for himself.
His thumbs travel along the lines of my hip bones.
Caressing, digging in. Following them down to the creases of my thighs and reaching underneath to cup my balls.
He moans as loudly as I do. As if the weight filling his palm in any way compares to the pleasure that sizzles up my spine as he softly rolls them in his hand.
“Suck those too, Captain. Need your mouth. Everywhere.” My breathing is ragged. Full sentences are hard. I’m not thinking in them—I’m thinking in single words.
Hot. Wet. Sexy. Perfect. More. Fuck.
Yes.
Then Nick kisses his way down my shaft and his lips slide over my sac, and he’s fucking making out with me. There. Dragging in deep inhales of my skin and groaning every time the sensation of his tongue makes my balls tighten and my cock jump.
He draws one into his mouth, then the other. Roving back and forth with increasingly needy suction until my balls are aching and there’s a trail of pre-cum dripping down my crown that he quickly chases with his tongue.
“Fuck.” I grab his hair in a fist, heart lurching at the sight of him between my knees. Mouth pink and wrecked and eyes glazed over with lust. Suddenly, my mouth tingles. Pools with saliva. I’m too bare and too empty. Too light without his weight on top of me. “Come here. Come fuck my face.”
Nick swallows. And then those words, those goddamned words I demanded, latch into my chest like a hook and pull. “Yes, sir.”
He gets to his feet, and I sit up, swatting his hands away when they go to the hem of his shirt. “You did mine. It’s only fair.”
My knees hug his hips. My hands delve under the hem of both shirts to spread over warm skin. I pull his sweater over his head first, leaning in to kiss his neck as I explore the planes of muscle beneath his base layer.
I pop the button on his jeans. Sliding my hand from his abs down to his cock and circling the base where he’s the thickest.
He gasps, thrusting into my grip.
Yeah. There’s something nice about being the one to get him out of all these layers.
I work my other hand down the back of his pants. Sliding beneath denim and elastic until I find tight, bare skin stretched over the round muscle of his glutes. But I’m teasing myself as much as I’m teasing him. Teasing my empty mouth with the way his body fills my palms.
I reach down and grab the back of his knee, propping his foot up on the edge of the berth so I can unlace his boot. Right, then left. His pants make it into the pile on the ground, then both base layers.
“You’re so sexy.” I bring him down on top of me, sighing in relief as he straddles my hips, his cock rubbing against mine. I brush my thumb over his birthmark, then kiss it. “I love this. First time I saw it, I thought it looked like Kodiak Island.”
Nick smiles shyly. “I used to be insecure about it. It was bigger when I was a kid. Darker. Or maybe that’s because the rest of me was smaller and paler.”
“You’re still pretty pale.” I smile, nipping his lower lip. “But I love that, too. Love how red you get for me when I touch you and tease you. Know where else you get red for me?”
He gasps as I tweak both of his nipples. Alternating between pinching and rubbing. Bringing them to flushed, hardened beads before I circle them with tongue.
“Here.” I catch one nipple between my teeth, nibbling. Then the other. “And here.”
I hook my hands behind his thighs, hoisting him up to my face. His erection bumps my chin, but I take in every detail of his body—strong things pinning my chest, hands stroking my face—before I pay his cock the attention it deserves.
“And right here.” I rub my mouth over his head, pre-cum smearing over my lips. “You get nice and red when you’re hard and fucking throbbing for me.”
I open my mouth for him, pulling him forward.
His hands fly out to catch himself, slapping the sloped walls of the bow.
His body weight comes down on my chest, and his knees hug my shoulders tight as he sinks into my mouth.
Cursing and breathing heavy while my own breaths grow blissfully shallow and labored.
I run my hands up, kneading his ass to encourage him to take more.
To take what he needs from my mouth, because what I need is to choke on his cock.
What I need is the taste of his cum and the smell of his skin surrounding me—his legs, all strong muscle and light curly hair, pinning me down while he fucks those soft little groans out of himself.
I push him all the way, moaning as the tip of his dick slams into the back of my throat and he cries out. Legs twitching and shaking until he loses control and starts to move.
I stare up at him, mouth stuffed full of his cock, and watch the shadows play over his body as it flexes with his movements. Arms taut as he holds himself up on the smooth walls. Chest and abs bunching as he thrusts into the back of my throat over and over again.
One of my hands flies out to the side. Searching for the bottle of lube stuffed somewhere around here, buried beneath blankets and wedged between cushions.
I flick the cap open when I find it. Drizzling a line down his crack and letting out another choked sound of pleasure as I watch his eyelids flutter shut.
His head falls back in anticipation of me touching him. Stretching his ass for me.
I start feeling impatient as soon as I reach between his legs and run a finger along his seam, finding his hole already relaxed as I coat it with lube.
One finger fills him with ease, his beautiful face twisting up in pleasure.
The next one is a little more of a stretch.
I have to rub him just right. Work him in shallow thrusts, until his hips jerk violently enough that he forces his ass back onto me.
Forces those tight rings of muscle to open for everything I want to give him.