by Lissa Kasey
“She is a beaut.”
“She will be under your watch, Beau. I have a cabin set up for you below. It has a double bunk, and private facilities, so you will not have to share with the other crew members. It is all ready for you now, so feel free to use the showers and freshen up. You will both be introduced at tonight’s dinner. Abram, there is already a waiting list for your services.”
“Mine?”
“Oh, yes. We have needed a masseur for a while now. Of course, everyone will have to line up behind me, no?” he said with a wink.
“O-okay.”
“Well, permission to come aboard?” Beau asked, a coy smile on his face.
Mr. Medina looked at him, a faint smile playing on his lips. He cleared his throat and nodded. “Granted, of course.” He led us up the gangplank, and I clung to Beau’s arm like a lifeline. When we got on deck, he pulled me close and kissed my temple.
“Don’t worry, baby. I’ve got you.”
I know he thought I was scared because of the water, but truth be told, I was more nervous about the possibility of having to pimp out my ass. I didn’t know what was going to be expected of me, and I sure didn’t want to bring it up. Nothing like giving the man any more ideas. Beau steadied me as we headed down the ladder at the back of the boat to a door marked “Staff Only.” It opened to a narrow hallway with doors on either side of it. The one on the left was a supply room. Boxes of masks, snorkels, and fins, rows of tanks, and racks of buoyancy compensators hung along the wall.
“Dude, you have three compressors. And Nitrox. Damn! You’ve almost got a whole dive shop in here.” Beau was so excited, he practically bounced.
“And your quarters are over here.” Medina opened the other door, revealing a small, but nice cabin. The bunk looked longer than normal, and I realized he must have had it made for Beau’s long legs. Besides the bed, there was a built-in locker, and a bathroom. The entire space was tiled, as opposed to the rich, polished wood of the stateroom. A clear curtain separated the shower area from the rest of the room, making the most of the small, but serviceable space. The boat rocked, and I had to grab onto the sink. I shook my head and took a deep breath. “You do not like the water, Abram?”
“Well, let’s just say it doesn’t like me much.”
“Yet, you are partnered with a dive master. Interesting. I wonder, how does that work?”
“What do you mean?”
“Well, with someone who loves the water as much as Beau does, it must be troublesome for him to know you don’t share his interest.”
“I go to the beach with him,” I snapped at him.
“Oh, I do not mean anything by that. Besides, we are going to be keeping you very busy.”
I looked at him. “Busy?”
“I told you we have your schedule filled. I am really looking forward to seeing what you can do.”
“Well, I hope I can do a good job for you, sir.”
“I am sure you will, Abram.” He smiled and looked me over. “I am sure you will.”
Beau came bounding in, talking excitedly. “I can’t wait to take her out.” He looked at me, then to Mr. Medina. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing.” I shook my head.
“You sure, baby?”
“Yeah. It’s just the wake.”
He cupped my cheek, and I covered his hand with mine.
“I’m fine,” I assured him.
He pulled me in for a kiss. “Okay. Just checking.” He turned to Mr. Medina. “Mind if I check out the bridge before we shove off?”
“Go right ahead. And I really should make sure the rest of the guests are settled.” They started to leave, but Mr. Medina turned back at the doorway. “Rest, Abram. And feel free to get cleaned up. I have taken the liberty of getting some things sent here for you. We can talk about those flights later, yes?” He nodded and left, closing the door.
I collapsed onto the bed and started shaking, thinking I had to be reading into his words. He couldn’t really be expecting me to…. I shook my head. No. Not possible. I stripped and went into the bathroom. The door didn’t have a lock on it, but I supposed that was normal. We were in private quarters, so you wouldn’t expect to need a lock inside. Still, I would have been more comfortable if I could sequester myself in there. It wasn’t like I could lock the cabin door with Beau still out there. He’d need to come back to clean up, too. I tried to put that thought out of my mind as I stepped under the shower and started washing the long day off.
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I’d just finished washing the soap off and was rinsing my hair when there was a knock on the bathroom door, and a deep, accented voice called out. “Abram. I am here to collect.”
I stood there, naked and frozen as the doorknob turned, and the door slowly opened. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath, expecting Medina to be standing there. Instead, it was Beau, wearing nothing but his angel smile. The light hair on his torso highlighted his six-pack abs before tapering to create a treasure trail to the pubes he kept neatly trimmed for me.
“Beau, what are you doing?”
He stepped into the shower with me and cupped my ass to pull my hips against his, rubbing our cocks together. The friction had me moaning and hard in seconds.
“Bossman sent me to collect for those flights. Ready to pay up, pretty boy?” He shoved me against the wall and bent down to kiss my neck while he pumped his hips against mine. The building pleasure raced up my spine. I grasped the back of his neck and pulled him in for a kiss. Our tongues dueled, and I loved the salty-sweet flavor of him. He broke the kiss and nipped my cheek. “Come on, baby. You know those flights weren’t cheap.”
His hands ran up my back then down my sides, fingers pausing to tweak my nipples into hard little buds. I shivered, swallowing another moan and ground my hips harder into his. The sensation of his hot length against mine and the hairs on his stomach and groin sent my heart racing, mind struggling to keep up. Since it was Beau in my arms, little else mattered.
“You’re so not funny.” I licked and nibbled the tanned skin of his neck and shoulders. Wrapping my arms around him, I reached up and grabbed a handful of his hair, pulling his head back and bending his neck to allow me a better angle. I bit the side of it, then licked it, breathing over the glistening skin. He moaned and pumped against me again.
His body arched and writhed against mine. Precum speckled both of our stomachs and cocks as though screaming “We’re ready!” I swung us around so he was under the spray then wedged a knee between his legs, easing a small bit of pressure against his heavy sack. I rocked against him, freed one hand from his hair and trailed a feather-light touch down his body until I found that sensitive taint. He gasped, head flying back, mouth falling open. The sound that fell from his lips was a sweet cry that had me rubbing my thigh against his dick to force free more of those tender cries.
“Yeah, baby. Just like that.” His heavy breathing blew against my ear as I humped his leg, still pulling his head back. I started to stroke his cock under the water. I let go of him, grabbed the soap, and rubbed it over every inch of the front of his body, except his cock, which arched and bobbed, begging to be touched. Then I nudged him to turn around.
He presented me with those beautifully sculpted shoulders, muscled back, and firm ass. The sight of him always floored me. He looked like a god made into a man, perfection. I sucked a small bit of the tight skin at the base of his neck, letting my teeth sink in just a little. He thrust himself against the wall, body straining for more while I marked him.
“Jeez, Abe…” his voice sounded half broken with pleasure. “I love it when you get like this. I love that no one else ever gets to see this side of you.”
I licked the spot I’d marked, then blew a strong breath over it and licked it again. He trembled and thrust his ass back to grind into my erection. “I’m only getting started,” I whispered to him.
I stepped away, pressing his body to the wall, and soaped up his back, while he braced himself. My hands kneaded
his flesh like clay, easing all those stubborn muscles, just like it was second nature, and worked their way down to that tempting crack. Patience, I had to remind myself. We had time. The boat would take overnight to reach the island. A lot could happen in twelve hours, and boy did I look forward to the possibilities.
Kneeling, I let my fingers work their way down his legs and calves massaging and enjoying the light hairs that tickled my palms, before working back up to that gorgeous ass. With those round hard cheeks right in front of my face, I paid them special attention, rubbing and caressing the soft, fleshed ridges, then I slid a taunting finger down the crack and between his legs to his balls.
He moaned loudly, and arched his back, shoving his ass into my face. I leaned back on my heels and spanked him, hard, on the right cheek, enjoying the pink glow that appeared soon after. He always did have such great color. “Ow! What’s that for?”
“For being a jerk with your stupid jokes.” He looked over his shoulder and smiled at me, his beautiful, angel smile. I stood up to kiss him, but reared back at the last second, landing an even harder blow to his left ass cheek. “That one was because I can.”
He chuckled and turned sideways, wrapping an arm around my waist and pulling me with him under the spray. He looked down his body, watching the suds wash away. His cock jutted out, veins clearly defined and white beads of desire leaking from his slit. “I think you missed a spot.”
I smiled back at him, gave him one long, hard pull before letting go to rinse myself off, and step out of the shower. “I’ll be waiting on your bunk.”
His laughter echoed from the bathroom as I stepped out and lay down on the bed. I stretched out on my back and put one foot flat on the bedspread and one arm behind my head. My erection was about ready to bust, but I was determined to make this slow and sweet. No matter how bad I wanted to fuck Beau into the soft mattress.
The door opened, and Beau stood there holding a towel in front of his crotch, his grin firmly in place. I reached down and began to stroke my cock. His look went from happy to lustful in less than a second, eyes falling to trace the path my fist made on my own hard flesh. He crossed the room to kneel between my legs, mouth wide like he needed a taste.
“Fuck, you look good like that.” His looked from my hand to my face and back again. I reached out to him and yanked him against me for a kiss. His cock throbbed in time with mine, both of us grinding and pumping in a crazed frenzy that had us both panting.
I planted my other foot flat on the bed to get better leverage. Our heated kisses felt like a branding fire, tongues stroking against each other’s, shared groans swallowed, air gulped down in lustful need. He grasped my hips and pulled them tight against him. Then he sat back, pulling me up to sit on his lap. His cock pressing against my taint, teasing and warning that it too wanted entrance. But not tonight. Tonight I’d have him.
I shoved against his chest until he laid flat on his back, head hanging off the end of the bed, knees spread to allow room for me between them. He reached down to rest his hot palm against both our cocks and began stroking us together, silken hard flesh to silken hard flesh. I threw my head back to groan, and squeezed my eyes shut for a moment while the tingling in my spine nearly erupted from me. Not yet, I told myself. Not till I was inside him. Proving that he was mine.
He kissed my neck, sucking a mark of his own just above my collarbone. Pride swelled in my chest when I realized it’d be impossible to hide the mark with any normal shirt. The one I’d given him had been just as clear.
“Mine,” I growled. I pumped against him a few more times as he continued to stroke us, then I knelt back. Beau was gorgeous, his face flush, lips swollen, eyes glazed with lust, and cock swollen and twitching with need. Swinging my hips in small circles I rubbed the length of my cock up and across his balls and taint, along his crack, and teasing his hole. He licked his lips and nodded.
I reached for my backpack and rummaged through until I finally found what I was looking for. I held up my prize and grinned. “Last one. Hope there’s a drugstore on the island.”
“Let’s put it to good use.” Beau pushed up onto his knees to crawl to the foot of the bed. He reached over and opened up the locker, and I noticed a bottle of our favorite lube on the top shelf. Mr. Medina probably knew more about us than I expected. Beau must have seen the look on my face. “I asked him if he could pick some up for us when I called earlier.” He cocked a sly smile at me. “Wanted to be able to celebrate our engagement properly.”
“I knew you had something up your sleeve.” I grabbed the lube and stood next to the bed. He looked up at me, and I couldn’t help but lean down for a kiss. This time, it was sweet and gentle. He sighed, encircled his arms around my waist, and rested his head against my chest.
“Thank you,” he whispered.
I dropped the supplies on the bed and ran my fingers through his hair. “For what, Beau?”
“Everything.” His breath tickled as he placed light kisses along my chest between my nipples. He sucked on one, and every pull went straight to my cock, sending shockwaves through me. As he worked his way to the other, his hands roamed my back, ass, sides, legs, sliding over my skin in a sweet, feathered softness that made me melt into his touch. I moaned as he took the other nipple in his mouth.
I yanked on his hair to get him to look at me. “Anything for you, Beau.”
I kissed him again, lightly. He tried to deepen it, tried to thrust his tongue in my mouth, but I jerked back. He smiled and tried again, but I stayed just out of reach, teasing him. The third time he tried I pulled harder on his hair and held him steady. I stared at him for a minute, loving the look of desire on him and the feeling of control that he allowed me to have.
“Anything,” I repeated, then went in for a deep kiss. He moaned against my mouth and opened his lips. I took the opening and pressed my tongue inside, feeling the slickness of his brushing against mine. He always tasted like chocolate pretzels, though I’d never seen him eat the things. I lapped at his lips, savoring the flavor.
Beau gripped me by the waist, his cock tracing my abs leaving drops of precum.
He shifted backwards on his knees, dragging me with. We knelt on the bed, just holding each other, kissing, bodies mashed together for what felt like an eternity. And I would have been fine with that, except every time my hands ran down Beau’s back to his ass, he arched against them, encouraging me to explore.
I smiled into his lips and squeezed some lube on my fingers then I reached behind him and slid a finger inside his hot hole. He groaned and shoved against my hand, trying to drive me deeper. I toyed with him a little, pulling my finger out to rub around the outside before plunging back into his puckered heat. He dragged his mouth away from mine and buried his face against my neck.
“Fuck me already, Abe,” he panted, his breath coming in moist spurts against my shoulder.
I squeezed him tight, loving the feel of him in my arms. “You are all I will ever need,” I whispered in his ear, leaning against him. He sat down before laying back. Bracing against his hips, I bent forward to take his cock in my mouth, swallowing it to the root. He cried out as the head bumped the back of my throat, and bucked up against me. I held him down, swallowing around his hard length, and humming to send vibration to the very core of him.
He groaned and writhed beneath me, hips slamming upward almost choking me. I cupped his balls in one hand, gently rolling them between my fingers before slipping two fingers back in to him and curling them up, searching for that delicate batch of nerves that would send him flying. His labored breath meant he was on the verge of explosion.
I let his cock go, leaving it with one long lick up the shaft. His breath flowed in waves, just like the ocean he loved so much, expanding his chest and rippling down to his abs. The well-defined muscles stood out in sharp relief as he exhaled. I slipped open the condom, rolling it on with one hand then I pulled my fingers out and smoothed on some lube before lining the head of my cock up at his entrance, pressi
ng his legs further apart.