by Liz Alden
“Nope, now my greatest fear is exploding.”
“Exploding?”
I nodded. “With lust.”
“Obviously.”
We both chuckled together, but our laughter died quickly. I zeroed in on Eivind’s lips, pink and plump and perfect. They parted, waiting patiently for me to make a move.
I brushed my lips so slightly against his. We both breathed, still for a moment, before Eivind gripped me harder and my lips came crashing down onto his. Tasting each other, we made out with wild abandon.
Eivind started walking us to his cabin. I busied myself with showering his neck and ear with attention, kissing and nibbling as I went.
Kicking the door closed, Eivind moved toward the bed.
“Oh wait! Don’t forget to plug in your phone.”
Eivind grunted and unwrapped my legs from around his waist, tossing me playfully onto the bed. He pulled his phone out of his pocket and plugged it in, setting it on the small counter in the corner of his cabin. Turning back to me, he put a knee on the bedding between my legs and climbed up, holding his body over mine.
The curtains were open, and the dying light of the day shone in the room enough to see by. Eivind’s eyes roamed my face, a serious look I’d never seen on him before. Then he tilted his head down.
Slowly, finally, his lips grazed mine again. The kiss was soft and gentle, just a moment of touching before he pulled back. He kissed me again and again, shifting to the corner of my mouth. When he came back, I let my lips part, and he took the invitation to kiss me deeper.
My hands were on his ribs, his in my hair. We kissed slow and languid, our tongues tasting each other. Eivind shifted, sliding his knees down and relaxing his lower body against mine. I gasped when his erection pressed into me, breaking the kiss.
Eivind chuckled and rocked against me gently. His mouth migrated to my neck, kissing my pulse point.
“You feel so good underneath me,” he whispered.
I whimpered as he shifted the pressure and pulled my knee up to his waist. I rocked up to meet him, and we kissed again, deeper and hungrier.
Suddenly Eivind lifted off me. He pushed up onto his knees, and I was left spread and panting beneath him.
“Jesus,” he said, running his hand over his head.
He got up from the bed and pressed a button on the fan nearby. Air flowed over my heated skin.
He rejoined me on the bed, putting his elbows on either side of my hips and pressing into me lower than he had before. A finger played with the strap of my cami and gently pushed it off my shoulder. He traced the edge, pulling the top down to expose my breast.
“The first time I saw you in a bikini,” he said. “Do you remember?”
I nodded. “It was the first time I saw you shirtless.”
He smiled, staring at my exposed nipple, and let his finger wander across my sensitive skin.
“I was hard the whole time. I had to keep my knees bent so no one would see. You are so beautiful.”
Eivind leaned down and pressed his mouth to my breast, licking my nipple and closing his lips around it. I gasped and pressed my hips up into his chest. He nipped and sucked until I squirmed against him, my head thrown back and my eyes shut tight.
He let my breast go with a pop and then tugged my other strap down and began to play with my left breast. Eivind gave his attention wholeheartedly to my body, building me up until I had to pull him off me.
“Eivind,” I panted. “Please. I need more.”
His face broke into a wolfish grin and he pulled back onto his heels. Impatiently, he unsnapped the button of my shorts and yanked them and my knickers down together all at once. He tossed them over his shoulder and, with a palm on each of my thighs, pushed my legs apart.
Eivind staring at me hungrily was the sexiest thing I’d ever seen.
“I can’t always cum from this,” I blurted out.
His eyes shifted to look at me. “Okay.”
“Okay.”
He grinned and bent over, putting his mouth on me. My hips bucked against my will, and Eivind slid down further and wrapped his arms under my legs, palming my belly and sliding his tongue around, licking, kissing, and exploring. He teased my clit, touching and kissing but never lingering.
I writhed and encouraged him; he listened and soon pressure built low in my body.
“Oh God,” I said.
Eivind closed his mouth over my clit and sucked lightly. My head pressed back against the bed, my eyes squeezed shut, and I focused on my body.
“Oh God. Eivind. Eivind. Suck harder, suck harder, suck harder,” I chanted.
He did, and I fell apart, pulsing deep inside, my core clenching. Our eyes met for a moment, Eivind’s piercing blue on fire in the dark shadows, but my eyes closed, my head fell back, and I went limp.
Nineteen
Eivind gently let go but kept his mouth pressed to me, kissing me carefully. He worked down my inner thigh a little bit, and his hair prickled my skin as he rubbed his face against the sheet. He crawled up my body and we were eye to eye.
“Can I kiss you?”
I raised my head and put my lips on his before his words were even finished. I opened and tasted myself on him, letting our tongues slide together.
Eivind pulled away first. He sat on the edge of the bed and took his shirt off. Then he stood and finished stripping and reached over to a small cabinet on my left, one with a sliding door. He opened the door and pulled out a strip of condoms, then tossed them next to me on the bed.
He climbed back between my splayed legs and tore a condom off. His erection jutted out, hard and thick.
“Should I put this on?” he asked.
“Yes, please.” I tried to take the condom from him to open it and put it on myself, but he backed away.
“I think it is better if I do it.” He chuckled as he ripped the wrapper open and rolled the condom down his shaft. Holding himself above me, he placed a gentle kiss on my lips. “I will not last long. But I promise we will do it again, ja? If you feel okay.”
I pulled his head down to kiss me again. “We have four days.” We both grinned between kisses. “We can do more than that.”
Eivind reached down and rubbed his hand against me, spreading the slickness. I shifted, trying to open myself up more to him, and he pressed his cock into me. He worked in carefully, stretching me a little as he went.
His hand came back up and his arms pressed into the bed on either side of me. His hips moved in shallow thrusts until he was all the way in, our bodies pressed tightly together.
We breathed.
We kissed.
Eivind rolled his hips and our lips broke apart, both of us panting.
“Goddamn it.” Eivind laughed harshly. “I am so close already.” He looked away, embarrassed.
I grabbed his face in both hands. “Eivind, look at me. You’re going to fuck me again, right?”
His eyes rolled up and he groaned, thrusting into me again. “Yes.”
“Promise me,” I said.
His hips moved, dragging his cock in and out of me.
“Promise me you’ll fuck me anytime I want.”
He said something in Norwegian, but it started in a ja, so I took it as an affirmative. The muscles in his jaw clenched, his chin tucking down and his hips picking up speed. We were both sweating.
A few more thrusts and he bent over me, his body straining as he shouted into the bed. He twitched, pressed so deeply into me, and I hummed against his neck, stroking my fingers up and down his back.
We were quiet and still for a few moments. The boat rocked gently in the water.
Eivind inhaled and pulled back a little bit, taking some of his weight off me. He rained kisses on my neck and shoulder, eventually finding my lips and kissing me deeply. He was still inside me, and we stayed that way for a few minutes.
Finally he reached down and grabbed the base of the condom while he pulled out. He disappeared out the door and returned a few moments later,
sans condom.
“Do you want to use the toilet or shower?”
“Yes, please.” I rolled off the bed and cracked open the door. Hypothetically, I knew we were alone, but I poked my head out to be sure. Eivind laughed behind me.
I flicked the light on. Since most of the surfaces were white, I had to blink a few times to see properly. I peed and washed my hands before opening the door again.
Eivind sat on the bed, waiting for me.
“Are you sore?”
When I shook my head, he crooked a finger at me. “Come here.”
I stood in front of him, between his legs. He traced a finger over my skin, leaving goose bumps in his wake. When his fingers slid down my stomach, I swayed toward him.
His hands were greedy and grabby, his cock hard again.
This time we were more frantic. We made out on the bed, hands building each other up until Eivind tore away to grab another condom. While he rolled it on, he asked, “What is your favorite position?”
Once the condom was on, I pushed him flat on his back and swung my leg over his hips. He grunted and grabbed my hips, his eyes a little wild.
“Fuck, yes.”
I rode him, rocking my hips, playing with angles, enjoying his chest under my hands. Just as I started to hit the right spots, Eivind’s phone rang. I groaned, slumping down to rest my forehead on Eivind’s chest.
“You still really like your brother?” I said.
Eivind laughed. “Ja.”
“Damn it. I do too.”
I tried to get up, but Eivind gripped my hips and slammed me back down. The angle hit me deep and hard, making me shudder.
“Eivind.”
He groaned and sat up. “I know.”
He kissed me gently. The phone stopped ringing. He kissed me again. The ringing started back up.
This time when I moved, he didn’t stop me. Eivind answered his phone and I admired his bare ass for the first time. He had a short discussion in Norwegian, looking at his watch, looking at me, and sighing. “Ja.” He ended the call.
“Jonas?”
“Yes.” Eivind took the condom off and disappeared into the bathroom. Water ran and he came back out and slipped on his shorts. “Please. Stay naked. Stay in my bed. Ja?”
I crawled up to the head of the bed and pulled the sheets over my naked body. “I’ll be right here,” I promised.
Eivind opened the door to his cabin and stepped out. Even though he couldn’t see anything, his eyes raked over my body under the sheet. He groaned.
“One more peek?”
“Go!” I shouted at him, and he laughed before closing the door.
I didn’t keep my promise, but only with our best interest at heart. I slid my camisole and underwear back on and quickly went to my cabin. I didn’t think it was too presumptuous of me to assume I was staying the night with Eivind, so I grabbed some clothes for tomorrow and a few things I needed to put in Eivind’s cabin. I brushed my teeth and properly washed my face, stripped off my clothes, and climbed back into Eivind’s bed.
That was where I was when the rest of the group returned. Their laughter, their chatting, their footsteps, and only moments later Eivind came back in through the door.
“Hi,” he whispered. “Still naked?”
“Of course,” I replied. Eivind took his shorts off and climbed into bed next to me. I turned, pressing myself against his bare skin. “Do you want to go to sleep?”
“Hell no,” Eivind breathed. “But we have to be quieter. Is that okay?”
“Mmmm . . . I’ll try my best, but you feel so good.” He kissed me for the compliment, and then we ground our bodies against each other. I circled my legs around his hips, letting his hardness rub against my softness until we were both slick and ready.
Eivind grabbed another condom and rolled it on. “Can I get on top again?” I asked.
Immediately he flopped onto his back. “I will never say no to you.” He grinned.
I took control again, slipping him inside me and leaning forward onto my hands, grinding our hips together. We were quieter and slower this time, just the sound of our breathing filling the room.
“Put your knees up,” I said.
Eivind obliged, and I leaned back instead, shifting my hips forward and rolling against him. Soon I was panting as quietly as I could, tension building inside me. Eivind strained under me, and I brought my fingers to where our bodies met. Eivind watched, enraptured.
Suddenly I was at the edge. “Eivind!” I said a little too loudly.
He sat up, placing a hand on the back of my head and another over my mouth.
“Come for me, darling. I want to feel it.”
I climaxed and shuddered, whimpering beneath his palm. Tears welled up as I kept my fingers going, dragging it out for as long as I could. Finally I collapsed against him, and he moved his hands and guided me back down, laying me on top of him, boneless and fluid.
“Do you mind if I . . . ?”
“Please do.” I sighed and snuggled into him. Eivind lifted his hips, thrusting up into me. I put my hands on his abdomen and his muscles flexed and contracted under me. He built up a rhythm, slowly and quietly winding himself up.
With a muffled cry, his body curved and he came, gritting his jaw and grunting.
We both collapsed back, happy and spent. Eivind kept his hands on me for a few minutes, tracing up and down my back.
“Do you want to clean up first?” he asked me.
I nodded and heaved myself off his body. We cleaned up and Eivind brushed his teeth. I was drowsy when he came back to bed and slipped in behind me. He rested an arm on my waist, and the last thing I remember was a lazy kiss and a whispered good night.
Twenty
I woke up to an erection pressed against my ass and warm lips on my neck. I mumbled a good morning.
Now that Eivind knew I was awake, he reached down between my legs and worked me up. I reminded myself to keep quiet, to stifle my moans in the pillow.
Eivind rolled away, a cool breath of air rushing in, and then he returned, wrapped in a condom. He slid my top leg forward and, holding himself up on one arm, pushed into me. A little soreness lingered, but Eivind was careful and gentle. Once we got into a rhythm, he reached in again and brought me to climax, my body clenching around his cock.
A few more thrusts and he tipped over the edge too, groaning into my skin. We both caught our breath and Eivind slipped out to clean up.
We dozed for a while, the boat rocking and swaying under us. At one point, Eivind’s hands were on me again.
“No more.” I pushed his hand away. “Three times is enough! What are you, a machine?”
Eivind chuckled and pulled me close. “Three may have been too much, yes? I promise, only cuddling now.”
When I woke up again, Eivind was dressing. I pulled the duvet over my head and tried to go back to sleep.
“What, are you not a morning person?” Eivind teased, tugging at the cover. “Lila,” he said, groping my butt. “At least go clean up.”
“I know, I know,” I said, my voice muffled.
He patted my ass before he left. So Eivind was a morning person.
I finally threw the cover off and made myself get up. The smells coming from the galley were too good to ignore, and the voices had grown louder now that they weren’t worried about waking us up.
I threw on some shorts and a tank top and ducked into the head to clean up.
Marcella and Elayna were in the galley, frying batches of toast. Jonas already had his laptop out on the table and was drinking some coffee. Eivind sat on the couch, wolfing down some toast with jam.
Marcella spotted me first. Her face lit up and she walked over to give me a hug. I blushed.
“You had a good night?” she whispered.
“Yeah.” I released her and my eyes immediately went to Eivind, who wore a big grin. He swallowed a bite of toast as I slid onto the couch next to him. He pulled me closer.
“Hey, baby,” he sai
d, and kissed me, softly at first, but then he licked and deepened the kiss. He pulled back when a kitchen towel flopped over our heads. Eivind chuckled and tossed the towel back at Elayna, who smiled but didn’t respond.
Jonas caught my eye as he sipped his coffee. He smiled, genuinely happy for his brother.
Elayna gave me a plate and I helped myself to some toast and sliced fruit from the platter. Next came a round of coffee for me and Eivind.
I asked about their evening, and Marcella told me about rooftop barhopping; they had been to three other roofs as the night went on, but they said everything was pretty low-key since it had been a Wednesday night.
Elayna was unusually quiet and slipped upstairs to eat in the cockpit instead of down with us. Jonas was still working on his laptop, and Eivind ate as if the sex had dug a bottomless pit in his stomach.
Marcella and I chatted about her plans for the day. She and Elayna were going to the supermarket to stock up for the passage. Jonas had an errand to run to pick up supplies (he was looking for something he called a joker valve), so they agreed to head to shore together.
“What do you want to do today?” Eivind asked me.
“You don’t have any chores?” I said.
Eivind looked at Jonas, who said, “Not today, but first thing tomorrow morning we must go up the mast.”
“Ja,” Eivind agreed, and looked at me. “I am yours today.”
“Well, we could go do the canal visitor center or go see the ruins of Panamá Viejo?”
“I would like to see the canal museum.”
I smiled. “That sounds good.”
Everyone parted ways to get ready, and I returned to my small cabin to dress properly for the day.
When we were all ready to go, we piled into the dinghy and puttered to shore, hailing three Ubers at the marina and splitting up.
Our drive out to the museum took twenty-five minutes. It was at the Miraflores lock we had passed through the day before.
Eivind and I wandered into the museum and learned about the history of the Panama Canal, reading about the original attempts to build it, the death toll for every year of construction, the battles for control. I used my phone to snap photos of tidbits and facts.