23. Seth #3
He moves on to the white, puffy line parallel to the tendon of my left pinky finger.
“A pike,” I say. “Wasn’t happy about getting caught.”
He dips deeper, the rest of his finger filling me up while his other hand moves to the faint puncture scars on the side of my abdomen. So light, I’m surprised he ever noticed them, let alone remembered where they are. “Didn’t learn your lesson about pikes?”
“Nah. That one was from a stupid fucking wolffish. I’d already gotten the hook out of his mouth when he latched onto me, too.”
This time, he laughs. There’s no bigger turn-on in the world than the sound of Nick’s laugh when he’s horny. Husky and low.
When he gives me a second finger, my body takes it greedily. I push back against him, his breath picking up as he touches me, scissoring his fingers. Pausing like he’s watching my hole open up for him and he needs a minute to soak in the visual.
My spent dick gives a numb, lazy twitch. Wanting him beyond its capabilities.
“Come on, baby,” I beg. “Make love to me.”
“Is that what this is?”
“That’s what it’s always been. From the very first time.”
The cushions shift under my knees as he lines himself up with me, the smooth, thick head of his cock penetrating me. Blunt pressure fades into pleasure as soon as he works his way past the initial rings of muscle.
“You’re so tight.” He pushes deeper with gradual rocks of his hips. Transporting me into an ecstasy that extends beyond orgasm.
“What about you?” I groan as he bottoms out. “Can you still feel me in your ass? Do you feel nice and loose for me while you’re stretching me out with this long, thick cock of yours?”
“Holy fuck, Seth.”
“Do you?”
“Yes.” He pulls back and punches forward, knocking the wind out of me.
“I feel you every. Fucking. Time. I move.” Each word, he slides home. Fills me with blinding intensity.
“You wreck me.” Thrust.
“I want you constantly.” Thrust.
“All I think about is you.” Thrust.
My harsh exhales blow into the small open window of the anchor locker door and reverberate inside the confined chamber. Whistling through rope and chain links.
He bends over, kissing the shell of my ear and winding his fingers into my hair. “I need to come so bad, but all I wanna do is keep touching you. Making love to you.”
I sigh, bone-deep grunts flooding the anchor locker now as he churns into me. My whole body tingles with the overload of pleasure so soon after coming, my cock thickening and muscles shaking as waves of sensation crash over me.
Cum keeps slicking my tip, even though I feel dry. Tapped out. But the pain is so good it carries a bliss of its own.
“Come inside me,” I beg him. Overstimulated and desperate to feel him fill me the way I filled him.
He moans, leaving a trail of soft, sloppy kisses across my shoulders.
His hand closes around back of my neck, and he thrusts.
Thoroughly. Embers of pleasure ignite into an inferno.
The impact of skin on skin mimics the rhythmic slap of water against the hull, and only then does it occur to me.
The whole fucking boat is rocking as we come together.
He slips an arm beneath me, elbow to wrist stretching from my navel to my sternum as he comes. His release warming me from the inside out.
We stay there, catching our breaths for a moment before I turn to face him.
“Bend over.” I capture his lips in a kiss, raking my teeth over the bottom one. “Show me what I gave you.”
Nick groans as I grab his shoulders and spin him around. Pressing down between them until he’s on his elbows and knees. Ass spread. A trail of cum, thick and shiny, drips from his well-fucked ass down his left thigh, pooling in the crease of his knee.
“You look even hotter covered in my cum.” I scoop it up with two fingers, keeping his cheeks spread with my other hand as I shovel it back into that slick pink hole.
He cries out, hips bucking. “Seth.”
“Good boy.” I smack his ass and lay him down. “Hold onto that for me.”
The plush fleece beneath us sticks to sweaty, overheated skin as we face each other in the berth.
“This blanket’s gonna be disgusting,” Nick says roughly. Chuckling as soon as I start up.
“Good. If we ruin two more, I might finally be able to sleep through the night without waking up drenched in sweat.”
He smiles sheepishly. “Sorry.”
“Don’t be.” I toss an arm over his waist.
I know he’s been bundling me up after I nod off. I just haven’t had the heart to tell him to stop. Secretly, it melts my heart.
Nick gives me a look. The kind that doesn’t need an explanation, because I know what he’s thinking.
I’m thinking about how much I love him, too.
“I think I’ve decided… I wanna find another boat eventually. Maybe start out with summers or something. Maybe not. All I know is… you’re right. This is what I love. This is my life.” He smiles, the tip of his nose brushing my cheek as he leans in. “If you still want to be my first mate, that is.”
“I’m your only mate, Captain Lundvall. For everything, from now on.” I kiss his lips, his nose, his forehead. “Wherever you weigh anchor, I’ll be there.”