Crashing Tides Duet: Anchored and Adrift

by Ruby Rowe

  Starting the shower, Elliott sticks his hand in the water, feeling the temperature a few times.

  “Get in.”

  I do as he says, and before he joins me, I use the time to rinse my long hair. The glass door becomes foggy, and I notice the room is heating up quickly, too, much like my desire. I’m eager for Elliott’s dominating touch and the pain woven with pleasure.

  The way he takes charge during our intimate times together turns me on. After all the years I spent making decisions on my own, alone, I love feeling what it’s like to surrender, to give up that worry and leave the decision-making to him.

  He directs my every move … worshipping me in the process. Elliott makes me feel like I’m only his, and that in itself is a break from our reality.

  Once inside the shower, he adjusts the head of it so it’ll shoot water outward rather than toward my face. “Lift your arms above your head.”

  As soon as I raise them, he grasps my wrists and ties them to the metal nozzle. They barely reach, and I wonder what he would’ve done if they hadn’t.

  “Perfect.”

  “Don’t you want to get clean first?”

  “Let’s see … do I want to wash my body, or do I want to punish my girlfriend for scolding me about gross socks?” His deep-set eyes smolder with irritation and intensity, but I see the hunger, too. The stormy look in his grey irises convey his undeniable desire for me.

  “What I want is to see you bound and gagged while I taunt you and fuck you, prolonging your orgasm until it’s painful.”

  Swallowing, I blink away the stray water clinging to my eyelashes. My body is trembling from anticipation, my heart thudding in my chest. “Open your mouth.” After folding the sock up, he pushes it between my lips.

  Elliott steps away, and as he admires his handywork, he combs his fingers through his sexy, wet hair. “Fuck, baby, you’ve never looked more enticing.”

  He’s never appeared more enticing, either. His firm body is slick, and my eyes can’t help but follow the slow, teasing trail of water droplets traveling south. They skirt along the thin patch of hair that leads my gaze straight to his hard cock.

  Stepping close, he opens his mouth and skims it up my neck. “You’re never going to look at dirty socks the same way once I’m finished with you,” he mutters in my ear. “We’re going to give the word dirty a whole new meaning.”

  He nips at my earlobe, and along with the sting, I feel his stiff cock pressed against my stomach. It reinforces the fact that I’m only his in this moment.

  Cupping my breasts, Elliott massages them, and he’s gentler than usual. I have a feeling he’s going to tease me, and build up the pleasure, as I’m helplessly bound and gagged. I’m at his mercy, and Elliott seldom shows leniency while we’re intimate.

  He lowers his head and lifts one of my breasts. His tongue skims around my nipple, and although the touch is delicate, the pleasure is immense and exhilarating.

  I feel the tip harden further before he takes it inside his mouth and sucks softly, driving me crazy with the slow, repeated pressure against it.

  The shower has soaked his blond hair, and I wish I could glide my fingers through it before digging my nails into his defined, bunched shoulders below me, but he has ensured that’s not possible.

  He drifts his hand down my stomach and over my pelvis. I shiver as he presses his palm against me and pushes his fingers inside. The way he holds the base of his palm firmly against my pussy is yet another way he claims me.

  Exhaling a scorching breath against my breast, he follows it with a muffled groan of lust, and I feel it, too, how the need for more is unequivocal and deeply rooted.

  The greediness surfaces, and takes over, making the struggle to hold back nearly painful. Over a decade of dreams and fantasies bursting to life is too much to bear.

  Squeezing my waist, he drags his mouth down my stomach, bending his legs as he goes, and I sling my head back from how sensitive my body is to his touch.

  He spreads me open and licks my clit while pumping his fingers into me. I moan and thrust my body toward him, needing him to make me come.

  Wishing I could clutch his hair and bring his mouth closer, I pull on my wrists over and over. He knows I’m desperate for it, and he won’t give me what I want.

  Instead, he barely flicks at my clit and slows his fingers. I moan against the wet sock in my mouth, pleading for an orgasm while I squirm against his taunting touch.

  My wrists hurt as I yank on them and lift my leg to wrap around him. He stops me, and finally realizing how panicked and desperate I am, he starts to give me what I’m craving.

  While fingering me faster, Elliott licks me fervently, driving me from captivity to the heavens where the buildup of pleasure explodes. It’s like a nuclear cloud, and I feel a thousand miles away from earth, the high stunning me.

  Standing, he removes the sock from my mouth, and I gasp for breath, my body limp and satisfied. After he unties my wrists, my arms fall to my side, but he lifts them to drape around his neck.

  “Hold on to me,” he says as he hoists my body up and moves us out from the water’s reach. He pushes my back against the shiny tiles of his shower and drives his cock into me. “Fuck, you feel even better without a condom.”

  Now that I’m able to touch his slick body, I grip his neck tighter and crash my lips against his. He’s ferocious as he kisses me back, his tongue lashing mine, and I’ve discovered over the last few months that every action, every thought, every feeling and emotion from Elliott is intense. It’s one of the many qualities I love about him.

  His forearms press against my hips, and his fingers squeeze the sides of my ass as he braces me against the wall. Each time he drives into me, it’s more powerful than the last until he buries so far deep and freezes to come inside me.

  I feel the pulsing of his cock more than ever since he’s not wearing a condom, and this sexual moment will bring us even closer. Sex is the easiest way to feel bonded to Elliott.

  Elliott

  “You’re right; I’ll never look at socks the same again. Ties, either,” Sailor says before she giggles against my chest as we lie in bed.

  “I’m glad you’ll let go with me and try new things. Sex is incredible with you regardless, but I like feeling in control and seeing you that excited from the unknown.”

  Her lips press against my skin. “It is exciting. I get nervous, but I trust you.” She props herself up on her elbow so she can see my face. “However, I’d appreciate a little less taunting. I was about to go mad, needing to come.”

  She grins, so I know she can take the torment and that a part of her enjoys it. From how she’s propping herself up, I catch sight of her wrist. Shit. I lift her other one.

  “Your wrists are red, which means they’ll probably bruise.”

  She examines them, too. “It’s my fault. I kept yanking on the tie. Or, maybe it’s your fault for withholding my orgasm.” She grins again, but I can’t.

  “Jake’s going to be pissed.”

  “Why?” she asks. I glance away, frustrated that we have to talk about him while in my bed after mind-blowing sex.

  “Jake knew I was into kink, and liked rough sex, so when we agreed to this arrangement, he made me promise to be careful with you. He won’t consider marks left on your skin as being careful.”

  Looking back at Sailor, I find her frowning.

  “It’ll be OK. I’ll explain how it’s my fault. Um, you two have seemed more competitive, or on edge, with each other lately. Is something going on I don’t know about?”

  My body tenses since Jake and I also agreed not to tell Sailor when sharing her is trying, and lately it has been.

  “I shouldn’t say anything, but maybe if I do it’ll thwart a worse situation. Jake’s having a hard time with the holidays, particularly the gift-giving part.”

  “I don’t understand.”

  “It frustrates him that he doesn’t have the money we do. After I told him what I got you, he started
sulking about how he can’t buy you extravagant gifts.

  “He’s worried you’ll give him an expensive present, and he won’t be able to reciprocate. I’m only telling you this because if you bought him something pricey, you may want to return it.”

  Rolling onto her back, Sailor rubs her forehead.

  “I did buy him something pricey … a watch, and I haven’t been happy with it. The gift seems so cliché or lazy on my part. I’ll fix it. I’ll figure out something more meaningful that isn’t expensive. Jake often cracks jokes about having less money than us, but I didn’t realize how insecure he was about it. I always emphasize how much I enjoy the things we do together that cost nothing. I hate that he doesn’t believe me.”

  I want to tell her that he probably would believe her if she weren’t also in a relationship with someone who can shower her with lavish gifts.

  “Maybe I should give you your present now, while he isn’t around.” I smile at her, hoping I wasn’t wrong about her liking lavish gifts, as well.

  “OK.” Still mulling over Jake’s feelings, she bites her lip. I have to bring her back to me. This is our time. Reaching over to my nightstand, I open the second drawer and pull out the white envelope.

  “Sorry, I was going to make this more decorative before Christmas, but I don’t want to wait to give it to you, and not only because of Jake; it’s been killing me to keep quiet about it.”

  Sitting up, she takes the envelope from me to open.

  “We’re going to California?” she asks excitedly after pulling out the two plane tickets.

  “Yep, the day after Christmas, but the final destination is a surprise. All I’ll say is you need to pack a bikini. I’ve barely had the pleasure of eyeing you in one since you filled out this sensational body.” I squeeze her thigh. “We can only stay four days, though. I can’t be away from work any longer than that.”

  I won’t share with her how I spent a fortune bribing another resident to cover for me, but Sailor is worth it. We cancelled our trip a couple of months ago since it was scheduled for right after we agreed to participate in this polyamorous relationship.

  At the time, it didn’t feel right to take her away from Jake, but it’s been long enough. I love Sailor and want to spoil her, and there’s not a damn thing wrong with that, especially when I owe her the world after the pain I left in my wake years ago.

  Setting the tickets aside, Sailor straddles my body. She’s naked, and I groan from how sexy she is. Her long, messy hair reaches her chest, the raven tips teasing her perky tits.

  Damn, I can’t wait to have her alone in a beachfront condo. I’ll have the luxury of peeling a bikini off her wet body that’s sizzling from the sun and peppered with sand. She can fall asleep in my arms on the terrace after we have a lot of sex and plan our future.

  Hell, yes.

  “I love you, baby.”

  “Aww.” Laying her body on mine, she kisses my lips. “I love you, too, and I’m excited to go away with you. I know we’ll have an amazing time.”

  CHAPTER THREE

  Jake

  “You have to take a coat,” Sailor says, grinning. She claps, and I chuckle from how eager she is. “We’re going to be outside at times.”

  I quirk an eyebrow and admire how fucking cute she is in her tight jeans, cream sweater and brown boots. She curled her hair, which she seldom does, and I’m diggin’ it.

  Elliott reaches the bottom of the staircase, and I’m glad to see he’s leaving for work. I mean, I feel a little bad that he has to work on Christmas Eve, and part of Christmas Day, but he also gets to be with Sailor alone for four days afterward, so I don’t feel too bad for the guy.

  “Where are you two headed?” he asks Sailor.

  “My lips are sealed. I’m surprising Jake, so I can’t say.” He strolls over to her, and dropping his duffel bag on the floor, he brings her in for a hug.

  “OK, you can tell me tomorrow.” She wraps her arms around his neck, and as the sleeves of her sweater ride up, I notice something on her wrist.

  “How did you get that bruise?” I ask. I’m next to her in a flash, and as fast as Sailor’s yanking her sleeve down, I’m gripping her arm to pull it back up. “What the fuck?” I grab her other arm and lift the sleeve.

  Pursing my lips, I look at Elliott. “You did this.”

  “Jake, he didn’t hurt me.”

  “Your wrists are bruised, Sailor. Is this why you barely spent time with me the last two days?”

  “No–I mean, not entirely. I knew you’d be upset, and I didn’t want to hurt you.”

  I drop her arms and glide a hand through my hair.

  “We agreed no secrets.”

  “We also agreed we wouldn’t discuss our separate sex lives,” Elliott quips. “Look, I didn’t do anything to her she didn’t want.”

  Pointing toward the door, I glare at him.

  “Leave. Now.”

  He looks at Sailor. “Are you cool with me going?”

  She nods.

  “Text or call if you need me,” he adds.

  “She won’t.”

  “Shut up, Jake, and stop acting like a jealous teenage boyfriend. We agreed we wouldn’t make Sailor feel uncomfortable.”

  “Yeah, and we agreed on a few other things, too.”

  “Guys, stop,” Sailor pleads.

  After planting a kiss on her cheek, Elliott gives me a dirty look and leaves. Sailor steps up and cups my face, and as much as I feel a need to pull away, I don’t.

  “Jake, I’m sorry. We did agree we wouldn’t hide stuff from each other, so I should’ve told you about it right away, but this is all still new and awkward at times. I didn’t want to hurt your feelings or have you angry at Elliott.”

  “You not telling me makes me feel like the third wheel. Am I not rough enough with you? Am I already being shoved aside?”

  Sucking in a breath of shock, she drops her arms, and I feel shitty for my words in an instant.

  “Jake, I love you, and you’re perfect in my eyes.” She tears up. “I’m so sorry.”

  Dammit, I’m being an asshole. I pull her to me and cradle the back of her head.

  “I’m sorry for what I said. I worried he made you do something you didn’t want and hurt you. I guess I was jealous, too. I don’t like that I don’t know something about you.” I lean back to see her face. “I didn’t know you were into kinky sex.”

  She wipes her eyes and looks away. “I didn’t know it, either, until I tried it with Elliott, but it doesn’t mean you and I have to do it. I love our intimate time together. It’s hot and sexy … and playful at times, too.”

  Gazing back at me, she slides her hands up my arms. “Mostly, it’s loving, and I seldom get that kind of sex with Elliott. Please don’t feel like you need to change. I meant it when I said you were perfect.”

  “OK, but I wouldn’t mind trying some different things on occasion.”

  Smiling coyly, she looks away again. “As long as I don’t lose my sweet Jake, I’m down for that.”

  “I’m sorry I lost my cool.” I kiss her forehead. “I hope it didn’t spoil our day.”

  “Not at all. I’m so excited.” She grants me a glowing grin that’s far brighter than the lights on our Christmas tree. “Now, get your coat so I can take you on a holiday adventure.”

  ***

  Putting my Nissan GT-R in park, I look at the kaleidoscope of Christmas lights to my right and left and as far as the eyes can see along the road ahead. There’s a parade of fond childhood memories marching before me, as well.

  “Sailor, I don’t know what to say.”

  “Tell me you don’t mind my silly present.”

  I look over at her and squeeze her knee.

  “It’s not silly. OK, I’ve asked you at every stop, but you have to tell me how you pulled this off. Did you ask my mom?”

  “Your dad.”

  “My dad remembered all these places?” My father was a busy man while I was growing up and not as sentimental
as my mom. I never would’ve guessed him to remember all the places we went to during the holiday season and all the activities we did together while I was growing up.

  I stare down the street and think about the phenomenal day I’ve had with my girl. Sailor’s given me the opportunity to relive every one of those memories, and she claims this is the last stop. It’s the Dyker Heights subdivision, where many of the residents decorate their homes and yards for the holidays.

  Some are gaudy, others tasteful, and every year while I was growing up, my family would drive to Brooklyn to walk the streets and see the homes. I enjoyed it until I was about fifteen.

  Then, I began thinking I was too old for the tradition, and my sister had already reached that point, so we stopped going. I remember feeling guilty about it every Christmas afterward since my parents and grandparents enjoyed it so much.

  “Damn…”

  “What?” Sailor asks anxiously.

  Slipping a hand into her hair, I clutch it and kiss her.

  “Every time I think you couldn’t get any sweeter, you prove me wrong.”

  She bares a timid smile, and the way she’s making me feel like I’m her only man is awesome. It makes up for what happened earlier with Elliott.

  “Let’s go. One of your surprises is waiting on this street.” The reflection of colorful lights in her dark irises only enhances her excitement. She opens the door, so I get out, too.

  As she puts on her cream gloves, we begin to walk. The cold air whips against us, so I pull her closer to my side and kiss her head. Her hair’s cold against my lips, but it still has Sailor’s signature fruity scent.

  We stroll down the street, laughing at some of the homes that have way overdone it with their holiday décor. I’m surprised there is any air left for us to breathe after how much of it was used for the inflatable figures on display.

  Reindeer, snowmen, and Santas, to name a few, are swaying in the wind to the festive music playing from some of the houses. When we reach the more tastefully decorated homes, Sailor stares in awe.