Page 37 of Weathering The Storm

I groan as his cock wedges where his finger was, sliding against my ass.

His teeth latch onto my shoulder, biting down until I can feel his sounds travel from enamel through muscle. He thrusts in harsh, dominating jerks.

I close my eyes and push back against him. Sight, gone. Hearing, muffled to an ambient thrum. Taste and smell half-burned away by the sting of fuel. My senses only know the feeling of his body moving with mine. The feeling of our need, clashing again and again in a violent cross sea.

His hands drop back down to my ass, squeezing my cheeks tighter around his shaft, and I show him the way I want to move with him. The way I want him to take me.

He brings his good hand to my cock and tugs me, rough, with every pump of his hips.

My mouth falls open, gasping at air and still not getting enough. All I’m breathing is heat as our sweat-slicked bodies writhe and rut.

The closer he gets to coming, the more his hand twitches, the more his rhythm falters. His body trembles behind mine with each volatile thrust. And that very loss of control is what finally ends me.

My hands go stark white against the ladder rungs. I can feel the sounds in my throat that don’t make it over the sounds of the engine.

Cum lubricates the glide of Seth’s hand while he keeps jerking me, and it spills down my crack as he finishes. Spurt after spurt of sticky warmth coating both of us.

He rests his forehead between my shoulder blades, stilling, and the movement of the ocean reigns once more. Back and forth. Back and forth.

It’s more of an effort than usual not to stumble as I peel my sweaty fingers off the ladder rails and pull my pants back up. Cum glues my long johns to my ass and my dick, and when I pull my undershirt and sweater back on, sweat glues them to my torso.

I feel disgusting. Wrung dry. Serene.

I turn around to hand Seth his shirts, too. But when I look down, he’s rubbing my cum into his flagging erection. Like he’s saving a memento for later.

He winks at me, his eyes scrolling down my body.

You’re so hot,I think he mouths.

I groan, stealing one last kiss before I force myself to take those first painful steps back up the ladder. Before I do something stupid, like spend the night in the fucking engine room with him.

Cool air chills my skin when we step back into the interior. It’s still far warmer than outside, but the contrast is a shock to my system. Shivers ripple from the base to the top of my spine as I wait for Seth so I can seal the door behind us.

He takes off my earmuffs, then his. Cornering me against the wall as he hangs them up and lets his hands drop to my shoulders. He rubs my arms to warm me, even though I’m sure he’s cold himself.

“Fuck. I could go again.” His lips brush my ear lobe as he leans in to speak to me. “Can’t get enough of you, Nicky.”

This time, I shiver from the sound of his voice. The grit of it alluding to all the groans and grunts I felt but couldn’t hear.

“Yeah.” I wrap my arms around him and press my lips to his sweaty forehead. Once more, letting go of him before I’m ready. “I know the feeling.”

Chapter 10

Seth

Over the next three days, I come up with a few solutions to stay focused on work.

Every time Nick stares at me a little too long with that gleam of sex in his eyes, I force myself to think of Jorgensen and all the Bahamian sand that made it through Customs via his nether regions.

Every time he calls me “Rit”, and I find myself remembering the way he panted it while I had him in my mouth, I pop over to the bait station and take a big whiff.

Every time his body brushes mine when we pass by each other, I lean crotch-first against the nearest frozen railing.

Works like a charm.

The fishing’s been good, so we’re working around the clock. The most time I spend with Nick is when he’s in his quarters and I’m manning the helm. Which is a whole new sort of torture, now that I have a vivid memory of what he looks like lying in that bed, disheveled and tipsy and covered in my cum.

The engine is blaring, but I know he’s finally stirring down there as the sun rises over the water. Pale gold glittering at the crest of every swell.