Page 85 of Weathering The Storm

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.

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.

“Youwreckme.” Thrust.

“I want youconstantly.” 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 loveto you.”