Page 89 of Endless Depths

“I cataloged every detail, the short gasps, the way you clenched your fists so tightly your knuckles blanched, the wayyour body trembled, just like this.” He presses me onto my back and scoots down in bed, then kisses my Adonis belt.

The mere whisper of his breath ghosting against my cock threatens to send me over the edge. My hips rise off the bed of their own volition. He pins me back down with a hand on my hip.

“So impatient.” He shushes me and lowers his head, mouth hovering just above my cock, then swirls his tongue around my crown.

I moan long and loud, releasing my fists to bury my fingers in his hair.

“Mm,” he hums, thick lashes fanning against the apples of his cheeks as he savors me, dipping the tip of his tongue inside my slit. Then he swallows my length until my head lodges in his throat.

Bliss cascades down my cock. My eyes close. I force them back open, afraid he’ll disappear, that I’ll wake up alone. But he’s still there, aquamarine gaze on me.

My stomach somersaults, like we jumped on the deck as the boat crested a fifty-foot wave, and we're falling for so long, it feels like we’re flying. The ardor in his eyes tells me he feels like he’s flying too.

Morgan synchronizes his ministrations to the hypnotic rhythm of the ocean, stroking my cock upward as the wave crests, twisting gently the way I like, all without breaking suction. Meanwhile, he works miracles with his other hand, massaging the tension around my hips, fingertips burrowing under me to knead my ass cheek, releasing trigger points around my groin as his fingers inch closer to my hole.

“This is my punishment, isn’t it?”

That’s how Morgan is. I hold all the power, but he punishes me when I need absolution.

His eyes darken, and he swaps his mouth for his hand with a smirk. “What do you think, Sunshine? Have I punished you enough?”

I nod like a bobblehead.

“Alright, then.” He nudges my thighs up, and rests his forearm behind my knees to keep them out of the way. “Mm. I can’t wait to taste you here.” His voice turns muffled as he licks and kisses my balls, then his tongue flickers against my hole.

He reacquaints himself with languid licks, coaxing my hole into relaxing, then spears the tip of his tongue inside me.

“Oh, fuck,” I say in an awe-laced rasp.

He laughs wickedly, then dives back in, devouring me with rabid enthusiasm, no doubt leaving a beard rash that will sting deliciously tomorrow. But I need more.

Morgan must read that in my body language, just like he did in the engine room, because he scoops up the saliva dripping down from his sloppy blow job and spits onto his hand for good measure.

“Morgan, please.”

He lifts his head and rakes his gaze up the length of my body in a way that makes me feel degraded and exalted all at once. Then his fingertip circles my rim and sinks in. Pain simmers under the surface, but it’s a speck of sand in an ocean of pleasure.

“Fuck, baby. You’re so hot and tight inside.” He kisses my thigh. “Relax, sweetheart, and let me in.”

I take a deep breath, and focus on opening myself to him, falling apart more and more with each centimeter he pushes past my ring.

“That’s it. You’re taking me so well.”

My heart clenches with gratitude at his approval, even if the only thing I’m taking is a finger.

He tightens his palm around my cock and strokes me faster. The pad of his finger grazes my prostate, and I moan so loud and guttural everyone in radio range probably heard.

“That’s the sound you made that first time down in the engine room, so loud I could hear you over the engines.” He massages my prostate and focuses his hand over the top third of my cock as he licks my hole, then adds another finger. “Your face was so anguished, I worried I was doing it wrong. I thoughtsomeone would catch us, but I didn’t give a fuck. I’d brave the fallout to put you out of your misery.”

A wave of pleasure builds and builds and builds. Bliss tingles from my fingertips to my toes. The rock and sway of the boat sloshes endorphins through my body in the most delicious way. It’s a high overshadowing any painkiller.

“Wait.” I grab his shoulder. “I’m close. I’m close. I’m close. I need you inside me when I come.”

Morgan’s pupils dilate so wide they almost eclipse his irises. He shakes his head like he’s not sure if this is real life or one of those fantasies he mentioned, then he slowly withdraws his fingers. “Do you have any lube?”

“Yeah. Top drawer.”

He quirks a brow. “What for?”