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“Fuck, Sky.” My balls clenched and I could feel it coming, already picturing how hot it was going to look cumming all over her.
“Every time I thought about you cumming,” she panted, “it made me cum.” Her nipples stood out so stiff and pink, her breasts jiggling with my thrusts. I spurted out onto her, taking my cock into my hand and jerking it onto her tits, coating her with my seed. She shuddered, her eyes closed, mouth open as she cried out.
“You’re so hot,” I panted. She sighed, rubbing my cum into her breasts, making them glisten, marking them as mine. Grabbing her around the waist, I pulled her up onto the bed and laid her down on the mattress. Spreading her legs, I dove down, wanting to taste her, needing to drink down an orgasm. I devoured her, licking, sucking, loving listening to her cries as she shivered and built up, then gave me exactly what I wanted.
“You’re mine now,” I growled, sliding her up the mattress, her head on the pillows. I was already hard again. She had an almost magical effect on me, driving me wild. Looking into her eyes, I brought one of her wrists over her head, then the other. I pinned them down, holding her there as I brought my cock to her entrance.
“I’m going to fuck you, Sky.”
“Yes,” she hissed, writhing under my grasp. Entering her felt like paradise, so tight and wet, but I went slow, savoring every inch of the push in, the friction of the pull out. She whimpered, twisting against my grip, biting her lip and looking up into my eyes. Bucking her hips into mine, she tried to drive us into a faster pace.
Watching her tits jiggle as I fucked her, I thought about her not washing them off. I always wanted her covered in a layer of my cum. I was a nasty beast of a man. I could feel her arousal build, her breathing growing faster, starting to get sweaty as she moaned.
“I’m never letting you go.” I moved faster, ramming into her as I pushed down on her wrists.
“Never let me go,” she cried, meeting my thrusts. I felt her start to contract, spasm, as her orgasm broke, and it pushed me into mine. With a roar, I buried myself to the hilt, my balls slapping against her ass as I came inside of her.
Dropping down to her side, I gathered her against me, the sheets a mess from our writhing bodies. “I’m going to fill you with my cum every day,” I told her as I kissed her.
“What about covering me with it, too?” she fake-pouted, then kissed me back.
“Oh, you like it on you as well as in you?”
“I do,” she admitted, snuggling into me. No doubt, I’d hit the jackpot.
19
Sky
We arrived in Naugatuck on the first day of April. And it wasn’t just any old April day. It had sunshine and a fresh breeze, climbing up to seventy in the mid-afternoon.
I guessed technically I’d been living near the ocean for the last four years, but I could count on one hand how often I’d been to the beach, at least over the past couple years. I’d gotten so down, so focused on escape, that I didn’t think I’d been out to it once.
But I loved the ocean, the brisk freshness of it, the wild tumbling waves and the glittering, sparkling expanse of water beyond. I could listen to the smells and sounds of the beach all day long. Naugatuck, on the North Atlantic, fascinated me with how different it was than the coast I’d always known. I’d never traveled much so maybe I was easy to impress, but the different flowers blooming, the constantly changing clouds, the greenery from all the rain, everything I saw amazed me.
Every day I was there, it felt like my heart opened more. I hadn’t realized how long I’d been clenching it closed like a fist. It had eaten away at me, living in fear. I’d blocked so much else out of my world just to survive.
Now, I felt like I noticed everything. People smiling on the street, little kids licking ice cream cones, puppies biting their leashes. Birds, from sandpipers dancing back and forth on the waves to seagulls swooping and diving. There was so much wildlife on the island, much more than I’d ever seen in California. I’d grown up in an agricultural spot of the state, with plenty of livestock, but that paled in comparison to all the wildlife, plus the incredible marine life with crabs and sea stars and snails.
Bunnies darted in and out of our yard. Jax and I watched them in the morning, cozied up together. His friend Liam had to be one of the coolest, most generous, open-hearted people I’d ever met. Liam had grown up on the island and knew everyone. He’d found us a rental dirt cheap where we could stay for two months, until peak tourist season. By then, we hoped we’d find something more permanent.
But while we had this rental, we planned on enjoying it. It had an ocean view. I didn’t know what I’d been doing with myself, so close to the ocean in Southern California but never going out and enjoying it. But I guessed that applied to a lot of things. I hadn’t really been enjoying any aspect of my life, ocean included.
Over the first two weeks on the island, Jax and I took a lot of long walks, nothing to do and nowhere to be. We strolled all over the island, exploring, sometimes re-discovering spots for him since he’d spent some time there growing up when his parents had headed there for seasonal work.
“This place is still in business!” Jax lit up like a little kid, discovering a bakery he’d loved at 10 was still open and offering the exact same cheese bread he’d once adored. We quickly became regulars, going there for coffee and pastry in the morning. Jax, of course, didn’t ever stop bragging about me and my baking skills. Before I even knew what was happening, the owner was encouraging me to bring by some of my pies.
“The crusts are the tricky part,” she admitted to me.
“But your pastries are so light and flakey!” We lost ourselves to a good 20-minute discussion on crusts in particular, and dough in general. Only when she had to excuse herself to help another customer did I remember that Jax was sitting, waiting and possibly bored out of his mind.
“Sorry.” I sat down, wondering how much time had elapsed.
“I love watching you talk. You look so happy when you talk about pies.” He really looked like he meant it, too, as if just seeing me happy made him happy. I didn’t know what to make of it. I’d never experienced that before, his kind of unselfish, generous love. I wasn’t used to it yet, but I welcomed the challenge of getting there. Though I hoped I never took it for granted. I couldn’t imagine I ever would.
Liam and his fiancé Sophie had us over for dinner a bunch of times, barbequing and introducing us to Liam’s firefighting buddies and Sophie’s dance studio partners. She used to be a big-time ballerina in New York City, which sounded incredibly glamorous to me, but when I saw how content she was with Liam and in her dance studio on the island, I couldn’t deny she seemed to have found her true calling.
“You should come to a class some time!” she encouraged me. “Do you like dancing?”
“I’ve never really tried.” Other than occasionally drinking too much and jumping up and down to a DJ at a party, dance was not something I’d thought much about. I got the impression that Sophie had grown up very differently from me, basically with a major silver spoon in her mouth. But she wasn’t stuck up. She was welcoming and kind, not snobby at all, but every now and then a detail would emerge. Like she and Liam had first met because her family owned an estate on the island. I didn’t know exactly what it took to level jump from house to estate, but it sounded like big bucks, especially on an island as expensive as Naugatuck.
Turned out her older brother was Ian. I’d heard Jax talk about him from time to time, usually fraught with guilt over his injuries in the boat accident.
“How’s your brother?” I asked Sophie one night, as she and I sat out on the porch at their place enjoying beers.
“Has Jax mentioned him?” She seemed surprised I knew about Ian.
“He has. Does he come by and visit? Or…?”
“No, he lives in Scotland.” She shut down the subject quick, asking me about my pies. I knew she was deliberately distracting me, but I was easy. Ask me about baking and I had no problem launching into a le
ngthy discussion on the subject.
But it did leave me wondering what was going on with that fourth friend. Jax and Liam were still obviously as close as brothers, and they talked and texted with Chase who lived down in Florida, harassing him all the time about when he and his wife Emma were going to come up and visit. But Ian, who still seemed to be on their minds all the time, was always absent.
“Do you think Ian will ever come to Naugatuck?” I asked Jax late one night. We’d cooked dinner and made love and were laying together, naked, nothing but a brief breather between rounds. My Jax was insatiable, and with him, I was, too.
