My hand follows the strong lines of his back, thumb pressing into the dimple of his left hip before I slide down his thigh and grab his knee. Bending it toward his chest, against the wall. Opening him up enough to play between the muscular curves of his ass.
My fingers glide across the shadows where his skin darkens. Eased by the slickness of the Vaseline as I stroke his hole in slow, back and forth motions until his muscles relax for me.
Fuck.I can’t tell which one of us wants me inside of him more.
Nick reaches back, his fingers twining in my hair and spine arching against my chest. I can feel every short, tremulous breath he draws.
“Better?” I ask, breaching him with the tip of my middle finger.
His body answers for him, hips bucking.
“You don’t have to…” He turns slightly, glancing at me over his shoulder. “Thank you for taking it slow, but you really don’t have to. I’ve… with myself…”
“Nicky, Nicky,” I breathe. “You don’t know what that does to me.”
I slip my middle finger in and curve it at the knuckle. Breaths growing heavy as I wiggle my way inside him.
He spreads his knees more, bearing down. Positioning himself for me like he wants me to know how he’s practiced touching himself. How much he enjoys it.
I think back to that night in his captain’s quarters, the lowered inhibitions I’d blamed on the alcohol. How eagerly he responded to every filthy thought I’ve had of him. How perfectly he came apart when I touched him just right.
I don’t know if I want to hear his answer after how fucking jealous I was of his fake girlfriend for the past two years. But I ask anyway. “Just with yourself?”
Nick nods, burying his face in my pillow as I give him the rest of my finger. Stroking his smooth inner walls until I find the spot that makes his leg muscles twitch and shake uncontrollably.
“Oh, Ilovethat you touch yourself here.” I add a second finger. Slowly stretching him. Watching ravenously as he takes what I give him. “I love that I’m the only one who knows how good it makes you feel.”
He grits his teeth, breathing hard through his nose as my fingers plunge in and out, and his muscles suck me deeper. Welcoming the intrusion.
“Thank you so much for getting your ass ready for me, baby.” I whisper, dropping my lips to his neck. “I can’t wait to play with it.”
Nick writhes against me, one foot propped on the corner post of the bed, his knee on the wall giving him leverage to fuck himself on my fingers.
Ineedto feel him move on my cock like that, pushing his body onto me, taking as much of me as he can. I want to keep him in my bed for hours and fill him with cum until neither one of us can walk straight.
I’d give every penny I made from our catch to get everyone else off this fucking boat. Right now. So I can bury myself in his ass and find out what sounds he’ll make when I fuck him. Slow and gentle and fast and hard.
But I take what I can instead. I take his cock in my hand and stroke down with every push of my fingers. Groaning into his neck as his pre-cum wets my palm when I massage his tip.
His moan barely makes it into the pillow, and I’m not doing a much better job myself. Every fiber of my being is screaming for more while my throbbing cock is trapped between his ass and my lower stomach. Untouched.
“Seth.”
“Shh.” I press my lips to the crook of his neck, licking and sucking.
“I can’t—I—” he stammers. “Seth—please—”
I let go of his dick and fasten my hand over his mouth to silence his pleas. “It’s hard for me too.Sohard not to make a sound when your body sucks my fingers in like this, and I can feel it around my cock. But we’re gonna be good, okay? I’m gonna bite my tongue, and you’re gonna take what I give you.”
I plunge my fingers as deep as they can hit and feel a pinch on the inside of my knuckles. Looks like I’m not the only one biting down.
“Stroke your cock,” I tell him. “Take the edge off.”
Nick’s hand disappears between his legs, moving in frenzied jerks as I touch his ass. Faster. Harder. Matching the pace of his desperation.
“Is your tip wet for me?”
He nods.