by Teagan Kade
I sit next to her, back to the water, reach over and switch her light on. I turn on my own and place the regulator in my mouth. She does the same.
I nod. One. Two. Three.
We both fall back into the water, diving into the icy depths of the ocean.
Most people are terrified of the water at night, but I’ve always found it oddly calming. There’s something about the silence and darkness that makes it comforting—the rest of the world shut out and only an alien landscape left free of worldly worries.
I sweep the light around, a school of whiting swirling ahead.
I look back. Lux glides smoothly behind me, flashlight beam scanning left and right. I point into the distance. She gives a thumbs-up in acknowledgement.
The nursery lies a short distance out from the point. It doesn’t take us long to spot the first shark. As expected, it’s a great white, maybe four or five feet, a juvenile. Still, Lux freezes.
I swim back and take her free hand, direct my torch back to the shark. It circles above, its underside pale and smooth, the beady eyes of a master predator unmoving. It’s beautiful here in its natural habitat.
I feel the water shift behind us, turning to find a much larger white, twelve feet or more, coasting by. It pays us no attention, the light averting it more than anything else.
I see Lux watching it with eyes wide and alert. I squeeze her hand and she squeezes back, only the intermittent psssht of our regulators audible.
The two sharks swim past the lights. Hand in hand, I direct us to a small opening in the rocks running under the point. It’s narrow. I push Lux ahead of me, hands on her ass as I guide her to the surface.
We break through at the same time.
Lux lets the regulator fall from her mouth, staring up at the domed ceiling of the sea cave in wonder. Treading water, she breathes heavily, words rushed. “You never told me about this.”
I start leading us to the edge. “I wanted it to be a surprise.”
I take off my mask and tank, heaving it up onto a platform of rock. I pull myself up and reach down, taking Lux’s gear before pulling her from the water to stand beside me.
She looks up where, thirty feet above, a small opening in the roof of the cave sends a muted column of light beaming into the pool we emerged from, casting it in mercurial light.
I place my hands on my hips, more than warm enough in this wetsuit now the initial shock has passed. “You’re shaking.” I reach out and pull her against me, feel the way her heart pounds against my chest even through the thick neoprene.
She doesn’t protest. “I’ve seen sharks in the wild before, during the day, but never like that.”
“Sharks hunt at night, but they’re one of the most misunderstood creatures in the world. You respect them, they respect you.”
“Until you become their next meal,” she finishes.
I smile, look down into those rain-blue eyes and I know this is my future, my life. When I look at Lux my past is forgiven and forgotten. I can be the man I want to be.
We stare, holding each other’s gaze.
We don’t move a muscle, savoring the moment.
The whisper of the ocean plays out around us, a deep and driving desire suddenly overwhelming me until I have no choice but to take action, to make her mine.
I take her by the back of the neck and pull her into it. It’s a kiss that tastes of sweat and seawater and sex, a delicate mingling of mutual desire. She abandons herself to it, pressing her tongue against my own and letting it play there wet and warm. When we finally break, she pants, one trembling breath after another as I push an errant tendril of hair from her face.
It’s happening and you are powerless to stop it. Why would you? You deserve to be happy just as much as anyone else, more perhaps.
My head’s talking, but my body is already across the line, my cock painfully hard, its fleshy head thinking only about pressing itself between her lips and running deep, fucking her full.
As I touch her, I know this is what I have been longing for since the very start, since the first time I breathed life back into her and we became one, connected for all time. In this moment I don’t ever want anyone else—something I never thought I’d say, not after…
“Hello,” I say, as if we were meeting for the very first time.
“Hello,” she replies, hand running between us.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
LUX
We kiss hard, his hand gripping the back of my neck tight, the other reaching for the zip at my back and pulling, peeling away my wetsuit until it hangs heavy around my hips, my nipples brushing against the wet neoprene of his suit.
He takes a breast in his hand, lets the weight of it conform to his hand, my nipple rising against his palm stiff and needy.
Never breaking the kiss, he reaches back and draws his own zipper down, pulling his arms out of his wetsuit and lifting me under the ass, holding me afloat as our bare chests rub and press, my pussy growing warm and wet against him.
We break apart and I fight for oxygen gazing into his verdant eyes, my exposed skin thick with goose bumps and electric anticipation.
He kneels before me and tugs the wetsuit from my body, helps me to step out of it before lifting me once more and placing me onto the rock, cold and wet against my back. There, he lies between my legs, eyes watching mine, light kisses slowly trailing down my neck, my breasts, my stomach, working lower and lower until I can feel his breath, hot and heavy, between my legs.
There’s a bright sheen of moisture on my thighs exposed by the moonlight. I can smell my excitement, my arousal filling the air, beckoning him to take me, caress me, kiss me in my most intimate place.
He starts with little love bites against the clammy flesh of my inner thighs, slowly working his way towards the molten heat between them. His fingers run to my core, searching and probing, parting my flesh before lodging themselves deep in welcoming sex.
I gulp in air, bent as a bow, looking down to concentrate on the sight of this man, this god, drawing to the cleft between my buttocks and slowly, leisurely, licking his way upwards until his tongue is wrapped around the sensitive button of my clit.
The texture of his tongue is incredible. He licks with the flat of it, the tip, always moving, always shifting and adding more pressure, less, until the sides of my thighs are slick and warm.
I tilt my head back and catch what air I can. His fingers slide as far as they can inside my body. I feel their entry like an electric shock, the way they curl and press against the roof and the sensitive walls of my pussy. It tightens around them, a noose.
“Don’t stop,” I pant, my voice hardly audible over the ocean’s activity outside, the moonlight shafting down on our bodies.
His tongue settles deeper into my crotch. He works on my slippery slit, rising to tap against my navel before once more drawing my clit into the warm cavern of his mouth and the surge of desire that follows pushes me towards climax.
Desire swells through my body. I call his name and claw at his scalp.
All the elements of the ocean seduce me—the waves pounding into the cliffs on the other side of the cave, the chill of the air, the scent of brine. It is as though I have become the sea myself, a siren, my entire body an erogenous organ, everything rippling out from my engorged labia to my thighs, hips and chest. My breasts ache for his mouth, the suction of his lips on my nipples.
His head moves away and I look down once more. The lips of my pussy gape so wide it looks as though I have been torn, the heavy knot of Deacon’s cock caught in shadow between his legs, twitching with anticipation,
My nipples pulse, aching for his touch. He rises up on my body, my arousal wet on his lips. His mouth closes over a single, tawny bud. The thrill of it is almost too much.
I don’t want to come yet. I tell him as much, whisper into the open air how much I want him inside me—the words that make me quiver.
My body becomes heavy and light at once, alien pheromones colliding inside me. I
reach for his cock in the sleepy warmth of desire and pull him to my hole, beg him to take me—now.
I hook my toes against the rock and spread my legs wide, driven on by the earthy musk that rises from my slit. Taking my sides, he glides easily into my pussy, a shiver coursing down my spine as his weight settles upon me and I am filled from the very first stroke.
Despite the seawater and cold, my pussy’s slick with juices. He makes easy progress, balls heavy against the spheres of my buttocks, flattened against the rock, the head of him running deep, plunging further and further with every stroke.
I arch my back from the rock and beg him to take me harder.
He pulls away and flips me over, drawing me onto my knees, a hand fisting my hair together and pulling my head back, his cock driving so deep I wonder how I’ve possibly managed to take it.
Never have I been this fulfilled, this out of control.
He swats an ass cheek, the echo of the slap ringing off the rocky walls around us.
I suck in air through my teeth.
God.
He follows through on the other cheek, continuing to claw at my ass and pound harder, the constant slap slap slap of our bodies being brought together is music to my ears.
“Fuck me,” I command.
He grips a cheek with one hand, fingers deep in my flesh, his cock running to the end of me and lighting up new erogenous areas.
My breathing turns short and sharp. I struggle to fill my lungs, the pressure of my scalp easing as he lets my hair go, my head swinging forward, eyes opening to see my tender breasts swinging with each punctuated stroke, his balls battering into my clit further down the line.
I thrust my hips back, bucking and gyrating. I want all of him, absolutely everything he has to give.
I shiver when I feel his hand move away, a solitary finger trailing down my spine until it’s caught in the dark valley of my ass, the pad of it lightly tapping against my anus.
He surges forward, pumping and pounding without mercy.
I press my teeth together tight to ward off the climax that seems so close.
The finger against my ass hooks and slowly slides forward, the hot vice of my anus gripping it as it sinks forward, filling me and adding pressure to the cock running below.
It’s too much, the taboo. I spill over, shoulders falling together as I collapse forward and allow the gates to open.
The first convulsions arrive. Eyes wide, my body is lost to the spasms that grip and release his cock. I groan loud—half pain and half pleasure—feel the finger in my ass slide a little deeper.
“Come,” I beg. “Come.”
At my words, he rises up, all of his weight bearing down on my backside, my ass squeezing his finger, pussy clutching at his cock as he stiffens and releases, his seed warm and welcome inside me.
We remain like that, locked in ecstasy for some time. When he pulls away there’s a sadness, a loss that reverberates throughout me. I know then I cannot live without this man, my savior.
I roll over onto the rock, the warmth leaking out between my legs and my nipples still standing to attention tawny and tight. “God.”
He lies beside me, lightly stroking his cock, his cum continuing to dribble out of the tip. “Not quite, but I’ll take the compliment all the same. By the way, you know I saw you, don’t you?”
I lift up onto an elbow. “Saw me?”
“In the wardrobe that day, in my room. I thought the least I could do was give you a little show.”
I can’t believe it. “You knew I was there the whole time?”
His hand runs up my side, still electric. “Don’t say you weren’t enjoying yourself. I know what you were doing in there. I could smell you, actually stood in there a moment after my shower, breathed you in.”
I shake my head, can’t help the hot flush that fills my cheeks. “I’d never seen a guy masturbate before.”
“Never, not even a brother, your first crush?”
“I was a single child, and the boys at school? I think they were scared of me.”
His fingers sweep over my breast. “Their loss. You’re mine now.”
“That sounds awfully possessive.”
He pulls me on top of him, his still-hard cock crushed against my pussy. “Would you like to put in a complaint?”
I lean down and kiss him, loving the way his tongue fills my mouth, so playful. I break away and look into his eyes, the glacial nebulae contained within. “Where can I find this supposed complaint department?”
He lifts his head, nibbles at the lobe of my ear. “Take my cock in your mouth and find out.”
And that’s it. I am his, body and soul, his fuck toy, his lover, his world. And you know what? It feels fucking fantastic.
CHAPTER TWELVE
DEACON
Lux walks in wearing one of my tees… and very little else. For a split second jealousy flares with the thought my brothers are seeing her like this, my Lux, but then I realize they left earlier and the green monster subsides.
I take the pan off the heat.
Lux slides up behind me, a hand down my pants softly stroking my cock. “Whatcha cooking?”
I place the pan back onto the heat. “The secret to incredible scrambled eggs is to take them on and off the element, cook them real slow-like.”
She gently rolls my balls in her fingers as I speak. “I do like it slow.”
“And how about the heat? Is it enough for you?”
She withdraws her hand from my pants, the tease, skipping to the front windows. “It doesn’t look particularly warm today, does it?”
I switch off the stove altogether, let the heat of the pan finish off the eggs. I join her by the window. Fuck me. Her ass looks incredible, the bare underswell of it peeking out from the hem of her shirt.
She’s right. The weather’s turned outside, the big low that’s been all over the news finally made its way to us. I can see murky streaks of rain out over the ocean. “What do you say? Morning lesson?”
She turns, holding the bottom of my shirt and twisting it in her hand. “In bed or in the water?”
I lean down and kiss her, savor the sweet candy of her lips always moist and plump. “Most things in life are better when wet.”
She rolls her eyes. “My god, I’m sleeping with a human pick-up line.”
I reach behind her and grip that peachy perfection, pull her tight to me until my cock’s an iron rod between us. “Didn’t hear you complaining last night.”
*
The low’s coming alright, but so far it’s only bringing rain and wind, not swell. We hit up Little Stern, a slight offshore turning the waves glassy. Thunder bellows in the distance as we paddle out, the rain creating tiny craters in the water around us. The boys aren’t out. They must have gone further down the coast. We’ve got this one all to ourselves.
I place us on the edge of the break, watch as the back-spray peels through the sky, a sun shower washing over us as the sun itself finally breaks through, everything golden and glistening. Fuck Copperfield. This is magic.
Sitting up on her board, smiling, I know Lux senses it too. We share the same connection to the ocean. I feel sad for those who never get to experience it like we do, who spend all day chained to a desk sucking their boss’s dick. Why would you do it? Life is too short. I know that better than anyone.
Lux turns and starts to paddle. “This one’s mine.”
I watch her fall away into the wave. Her form has improved in leaps and bounds over the last two weeks. A bit more time in the pool and she’ll be ready for another run at the Bluff. It’s strange, but I’m not worried about her any more. It’s starting to slip away—the past, my baggage, the bullshit. I can feel myself growing lighter, opening up to possibility.
About fucking time.
I hear a ‘Whoo!’ and see Lux crest over the back of a wave, paddling over. She flips her hair over her wetsuit, her tiny feet twisted together in the sky, ankles locked together just like they were last night ag
ainst the small of my back.
I want to be with her, whatever it takes. I let myself mope and self- flagellate for too long now. It’s time to move on. I never thought it would be, never thought I’d love again like I did with… Never mind that, it’s just time.
“You okay?” she calls, paddling up to me and pressing herself into a sitting position. “You look like you’re deep in thought.”
“I am.”
“Do tell.” At the same time she says it the rain picks up, drumming against the surface of the water, causing it to vibrate and quiver as if suddenly electrified.
I look up to the sky, the sun falling behind the clouds once more. “Life.”
“What about it?”
I look back to her. “It’s pretty good at the moment.”
“Because of me?”
I smile, and it’s genuine. “Because of you.”
“You’re just saying that because I’ve got a great ass.”
I laugh. “It’s true, but give me more credit than that, please. Finding a great ass in Millertown was needle-in-a-haystack hard. Even in California…”
“Millertown?” she queries, seizing on it.
Fuck. I’m saying too much, didn’t even realize I said it.
I nod. What’s the harm? It’s not like she’s going to do anything about it. “Shitty little Midwest town I was in before we all came over. Long story.”
She nods back, satisfied. She speaks louder to be heard over the rain. “Tell me why you’re here, really.”
Should I? I can barely make sense of it myself.
“I, we, had to start fresh, keep low.”
“You were in trouble back home?”
I nod. “That’s an understatement, but yes.”
“You don’t think they’ll find you eventually, whoever is looking for you?”
I’ve thought about this from every angle. Eventually they will come, but I sure as fuck haven’t made it easy. We came over on a cargo ship, I stashed our passports and documents somewhere safe as soon as we set foot, gave us all new names and identities. The boys chose. Razor? I still can’t believe I let him call himself that.