23. Seth #2
“Seth,” he grunts, fucking my mouth faster now. Punchy, needy strokes every time I plunge my fingers inside him to get him ready for my cock. “That’s good, that’s so good,” he mumbles over and over again. “I want you. Want you so bad…”
A steady leak of pre-cum dribbles down my throat while I finger him, stroking his prostate to see how loud I can get him to moan my name.
How rough I can get him to use my mouth.
And when that stream threatens to burst into a flood, I push him back.
Sinking my fingers knuckle-deep in his ass and leaving them there while he groans at the loss of sensation.
He looks down at me, sweat glowing on his face. Chest heaving. Cock jutting up, painfully thick and red and glossed with my saliva.
“Ride me,” I tell him, my voice raw and crackly.
To my ears, it sounds more like a plea than a command, but he still says, “Yes, sir,” on his next exhale. Eagerly sliding back on his knees and aligning his hole with the tip of my dick as soon as I withdraw my fingers.
My hands find two thick fistfuls of blankets and squeeze, tight, at the euphoric pressure of his ass enveloping me. Gripping every inch of my shaft as he sinks down on me.
“Oh god,” he whispers. “Oh god, oh god. Fuck, your cock feels so good, sir.”
I wonder if he realizes he said it again. He’s such a glutton for relinquishing power in bed, he’s deferring to me while he fucks himself on my dick.
“You take me like your ass was made for me, baby.” I help him close the space between us, thrusting up the last few inches until I’m fully seated inside him. Both of us moaning. “You look perfect on top of me. Bet you’re gonna ride this cock so perfectly, too. Aren’t you?”
“I want to. How do you like it?” he asks, testing with a small movement. Up, then settling back down.
“I like whatever makes you feel good.” I reach for his hands, taking both of them in mine and lacing our fingers.
Stretching them over my head to lower his lips to mine.
The friction of that easy rocking movement is already enough to have me panting into his mouth.
“I like looking at you. Watching my cock disappear inside you. Watching your body move. I love hearing your sounds, the way you say my name. I love it all. Whatever you do is gonna be perfect.”
Nick deepens our kiss, groaning softly as he shifts his hips over me. Guiding my dick to a spot that makes him shiver and dip his tongue into my mouth.
“Fuck yeah. This is what I love. Right here.”
He shudders as we fit together slowly. I squeeze his hands, following the rhythm he sets and pushing up into him.
We stay close, connected, until we’ve kissed each other so breathless we have to part for air, and then he lifts up. Chest, then hips. Rising until I nearly slip out of him and slamming all the way back down again.
My eyes blow wide. The noise that leaves me sounds inhuman, and Nick seems determined to wring another one out of me.
He grabs the edges of the hatch door above and uses it for leverage. Riding me harder. His ass snaps down on me again and again, filling the cabin with the slap of skin against skin. With the deep groans of pure sex that sound a lot like the groaning of ice against metal.
His body takes me and sucks me in. Smooth and so damn tight that I’m twisted in knots. I’m close. My cock aches with pressure. My balls draw up tight as Nick’s ass grazes them with every intoxicating roll of his hips.
And I see it written all over his expression. He’s close, too. His dick bobs between us, weeping and desperate for release.
“Are you about to come, Nicky?” I run a hand up the center of his stomach, bypassing his cock.
“I don’t know—” he moans. “Mmm—fuck. Maybe. You feel so fucking good inside me.”
I rub his hips, holding him still and fucking up into him until his moans almost reach their peak.
“Not yet.” I reach for his dick, pinching the tip tight.
His whole body twitches. Jerks.
“What the fuck, Seth?”
He makes a desperate sound in the back of his throat as I grab his ass with my other hand and grind him down on me.
“First, I’m gonna shoot my load into this sexy ass until I fill you up.
Then”—I pump up into him—“I’m gonna turn over.
And you’re gonna rail me into the anchor locker while my cum drips down your thighs. ”
Nick’s mouth falls open. Flashing that glistening pink tongue as he groans.
“Come on, Captain.” I pinch his tip harder. “You know what to say.”
“Yes, sir,” he says. Strangled.
I take over. Guiding him back down onto me and plunging into his tight hole until the mounting pressure inside me unravels. First, in my chest, in my throat, then through the rest of me.
I grab his ass in both hands. Anchoring him to my hips as the pleasure rains down on me and I come, and come inside him.
I’m too weak to move at first, but Nick is still on top of me. Looking like some fucking god of the sea with those hungry gray-blue eyes, and the sight of his want all on display in that rock solid erection.
Drinking in his desire is the push I need to gather a second wind. It’s all I need to feel empty and unsatisfied while I’m still rocked by my orgasm.
I roll over onto my knees, my forearms propped up on the V of the walls as I bare myself to him.
A weak sound bubbles up from his throat.
“Like what you see?”
“Love,” he whispers.
The lube comes first. Cool before Nick’s hand warms it, his whole palm massaging from my sac to my hole, applying pressure in small circles. He dips one finger in, moaning as my body closes around him.
His other hand roves over my back. Settling on an old hook scar in my shoulder. “I love these,” he says, mirroring the way I’d kissed his birthmark. “What’s this one from?”
“Learning to fly fish,” I say with a breathy chuckle.