Lumen Cove

by Dianne Frost

  Kelsey was trembling, feeling him so deep inside of her, pressing against that spot that made her stomach tighten, knowing her release was only a few thrusts away if his aim was true. His nails were biting hard into her hips and she could feel his slow, calming breaths from the inside out and the sensation made her shiver at the intimacy of it. She moaned again, her head hanging loosely on her neck, wiggling back against him but he still didn’t move.

  “Alex,” she whined, her voice petulant and greedy. “Fuck me.”

  Alex growled, adjusting his grip on her hips and pushing her forward, watching between them as his dick was revealed, glistening in the low light of the room, her pussy pink and slick hugging the tip. He bit his lip, watching as he sunk back into her slowly, his eyes closing as he felt his balls press to her clit, her inner walls giving him a light squeeze as her thighs began to tremble again.

  Kelsey tossed her head back, biting her lip hard against the sensation. If he would only give her more. Her arms were already starting to shake with her effort to hold herself up, her abs and lower back aching with the effort to keep her ass in the right position. She whined, trying to wiggle against him again but his hand held her hips tight.

  “What are you doing?” she whined, the impatience in her voice making her sound younger than she was and Alex felt a thin vein of panic edge through his brain. “Alex, give it to me come on.”

  “Be patient,” he chided before he could stop himself and she huffed in annoyance but hummed when his hand moved over the roundest part of her ass. “Kelsey do you know what asking me to fuck you means?”

  His mouth was dry as he asked the question, not entirely sure if he wanted a real answer or if he was using it as foreplay. She hummed, trying to wiggle again but he held her tight. She whined. “Kelsey…”

  “It means I want you to fuck. Me,” she growled and he felt his pores tighten, a sweat inducing shiver quaking through him.

  “How?” he asked, ignoring the fact that he used his teacher voice, running his hand in smooth circles over the roundest part of her ass.

  She was silent for a moment. “With your dick?” It was an answer in the form of a question and he chuckled, “Aleeeeeeeeex…”

  He acted before he thought, his hand raising and falling with a light thwap against her ass, a quick response to her whining and she gasped, her pussy clenching around him like a vice. His nails left half moon indentations in her skin and he worried he would bruise her if he didn’t let up.

  “Do it again,” she whispered, her voice barely audible and he shivered hard, wondering briefly if this was crossing some sort of line.

  He raised his hand and swatted at her again, her back arching even more, feeling her clench at him again. He couldn’t take it. He gripped her hips tight in both hands and withdrew, sinking his teeth into the raw spot on the inside of his cheek as he began a slow, pounding rhythm. He had to drown out the sound, Kelsey’s voice echoing around the room, calling to him, to God or just moaning incoherently as his hips smacked against hers. He could feel her pulsing around him, tightening over and over again as one orgasm blurred into the next.

  Kelsey wasn’t sure if it was the booze or the position but she had never felt this in her life. Sex with Alex was a slow, intoxicating build to an explosive climax. This… this was raw, electric pleasure mainlined straight to her pussy where it vibrated out to every part of her body. She couldn’t stop it, feeling her muscles contract over and over again, her teeth gritted against it. Her arms were shaking so hard she finally couldn’t hold herself anymore so she fell onto her elbows, burying her face in the pillows. The new angle made him cry out, one hand leaving her hip to fly to her shoulder, pulling her back against him roughly. She was moaning into the pillow listening to his labored breathing, as pleasure coursed through her. His grunts were turning into moans then sharp shouts, his hips smacking into hers hard enough to bruise until he finally stilled, pressed deeper than she’d ever felt him, low moans punctuating his heavy breathing as his release quaked through him.

  Alex let his head hang back, feeling a bead of sweat travel from his temple down to his jaw and dripping down onto his collarbone. He was sucking in breath in great gasps, his hips still pressed firmly to hers, wincing when she contracted around him.

  Kelsey hummed, turning her head to the side on her pillow, trying to see him out of the corner of her eye. His hands were resting easily on her hips now and she could hear him panting, hear the click of his throat as he swallowed hard. She was drowsy, her body feeling limbless and light, face tingling and numb as she rubbed her cheek against her pillow. She whimpered as he pulled out of her, the friction too much on her over sensitive flesh. She made another sound of derision as she felt Alex climb off the bed, stumbling on shaking knees as his feet hit the floor. He placed a hand softly on her lower back, guiding her so that she tumbled gracelessly onto her hip before he kissed her shoulder.

  “Where’re you going?” she slurred watching his blurry form from under heavy lids as he snatched her glass from the bedside table before he wobbled his way into the bathroom.

  “Just doing a little prep for later tonight,” he hollered as he set the glass on the counter and lifted the lid on the toilet.

  He grabbed his towel from the back of the door and folded it over itself in front of the commode, remembering his bruised knees after the first night he’d gotten really shitfaced. He then opened the medicine cabinet blinking at the items inside, denture adhesive, various anti-aging creams and serums but mostly pill bottles at various levels of emptiness, all prescribed to Eleanor Charming.

  Alex’s head turned towards the closet door on his left, worrying his bottom lip. One of the first times he’d stayed here he’d gotten up and went through his morning exercises in the living room so not to disturb her and slipped out the sliding glass door to go for his run. He thought she was still asleep upon his return, having moved to his side of the bed, her face in his pillow. He decided to let her sleep while he showered and had opened the pocket door in the bathroom thinking it was a linen closet but was surprised to find it to be a full walk-in, filled with clothes. He remembered the scent of lavender mixed with vanilla, a matronly smell, heavy in the enclosed space. Kelsey had found him then, her hair a wild swirl on her head, eyes barely open. She’d taken his arm, pulled him gently back and slid the door closed. Don’t open that, she’d said blearily and bent to open a deep drawer between the double sinks in the vanity to pull out a towel, handing it to him and when he reached to grab it she pulled back, essentially pulling him into her and kissed him hard.

  Alex felt the corner of his mouth turn up at the memory of her pulling him into the shower stall, turning on the water before they’d even gotten their clothes off, so that they had to be peeled away. He’d lifted her, pressing her back into the shower wall, something he hadn’t done since his early twenties. His back had spasmed for a three days afterwards.

  “Alex…” Kelsey’s voice was weak, a warning, and he grimaced, filling her glass with water quickly before snatching a bottle of ibuprofen from the cabinet and pushing it shut. He bent to grab the trashcan for good measure.

  “Yes?” he said strolling back into the room and finding her curled into a ball on her side as he set the trash can next to the bed, placing her glass and the pill bottle on the bedside table.

  “The bed is spinning,” she whined.

  “I’m sure it is,” he said patiently as he sat next to her and placed a hand on her clammy shoulder. “You feel sick?” He brushed her hair off her neck and she nodded against her pillow. He patted her hip as he stood to find his boxers.

  As he was pulling them up his legs he heard the rustling of the blankets and Kelsey was a blur as she raced into the bathroom. He winced as he heard her wretch, shaking his head as he picked up his undershirt and walked slowly towards the bathroom. She seemed so small kneeling there hunched over, the notches of her spine visible in the light thrown from the bedroom. He set his shirt on the counter, wincing ag
ain as another wave hit her and he bent to gather her hair away from her face, holding it at the base of her skull as his other ran up and down her back, clammy with sweat.

  “Oh God,” she groaned and he bit his lip to keep from laughing. “Don’t…don’t look at me,” she said weakly, pushing his hands away and he stood back, crossing his arms over his chest.

  “You think you’re the first naked drunk girl I’ve ever seen puke? I was in the Marines.”

  She groaned sitting back on her knees, her eyes heavy lidded as she pawed at the roll of toilet paper, pulling some off to wipe at her mouth before flushing it and the contents of her stomach down the toilet. “There were a lot of drunk naked girls in the Marines?” She asked weakly, looking up at him and he gave her his taciturn smile.

  “No but they were at all the parties,” he said and grabbed his shirt from the counter. “Here. Arms up.”

  She raised her arms weakly over her head and he helped her thread them through the holes. The cotton felt cool against her skin, the sensation of it falling down her body making her shiver. It fell nearly to her knees, the scent of him surrounding her and she hugged herself as if she couldn’t merely stand and wrap her arms around the real thing. It was then that her stomach cramped again and she launched herself forward, retching pitifully, her feet sliding against the floor for purchase as her body tried to turn itself inside out.

  Alex sighed, lowering himself to the floor, sitting on the rug in front of the vanity and resting his back against it for a moment before leaning over and grabbing up her hair again, and running his knuckles up and down her arm. Neither was sure when the sickness ended or which one of them fell asleep first but they woke up late the next morning, sunlight streaming through the sliding glass door, Alex’s back pressed against the vanity still and Kelsey curled up on the floor, her head in his lap.

  Chapter Thirteen

  Kelsey felt bad sitting on an upturned bucket on the dock while Alex did all the prep to get the Echo Delta ready to sail. He insisted it was faster if he did it himself, having years of experience doing it solo but she had a sneaking suspicion it was really because he was worried someone would see them. Alex had been talking about taking her sailing for a while now and with Thanksgiving Break in full swing Lambency, the Cove especially, was a ghost town. It was probably their best shot at getting out onto the water unseen. He’d been right, the Marina as deserted as the rest of town, nothing but the sound of gulls and the lapping water as it seesawed the boats back and forth in their stalls.

  It was a beautiful boat, Kelsey had to admit, a brilliant mahogany red with teak accents, lean and sleek. She’d been nervous as they’d approached her, fingering the fringe on the bright red scarf that had been Grams’ and couldn’t believe she was finally meeting the Echo Delta. She snorted a laugh at herself. Alex spoke of the boat as if she were a real woman, so lovingly sometimes it actually made Kelsey a little jealous. Now he had her doing it too.

  She adjusted her scarf again, feeling silly that she had put it on for luck. She wasn’t sure why she was so nervous. She felt almost as if she was meeting someone important in Alex’s life, like this was a test to see how well she fit in with his family. The Echo Delta was easily the most important thing in his life and she wanted to fit in with her seamlessly, like she belonged there.

  Alex was puttering around on deck, a series of tasks he looked right at home doing and she loved the easy grace with which he moved.

  “Okay, come on,” he said. Kelsey stood, looking around before stepping up to the edge of the dock. She glanced at the gap between it and the deck with suspicion.

  Alex held out his hand and she grasped it tight, sticking out her foot over the deck and closed her eyes, letting him pull her on. Her body bumped into his, the swaying of the deck underneath her feet throwing her off balance but his arms encircled her, steadying her. He moved to grip her biceps looking into her eyes.

  “Key to staying upright on a boat,” Alex said and she watched him adjust his feet. “Leave your knees a little bent and get used to leaning away from the direction you’re tipping.”

  He patted her arm and moved away from her, his motion jostling the boat and she fell into a half crouch, her arms flying out to the sides to keep her balance. She thought she heard him chuckle as he untied the ropes from the winches and gave the dock a forceful shove, setting them adrift to glide out of the stall and into the open water. He moved quickly then, skittering past her to hop down into the cockpit and Kelsey felt her thighs beginning to shake from the strain of trying not to fall.

  “Here,” he said, taking pity on her and hoisted himself up to take her hand. She gripped it like a lifeline and let him guide her down into the cock pit with him, her feet landing on a bench. “Sit,” he said simply and she lowered herself to the deck, not letting go until he forced her to. “Hold on to the deck if it makes you feel better but you’re not going anywhere,” he teased as he turned away from her and towards the complicated rigging system.

  “How do we get out of here?” Kelsey asked, looking around at the many boats around them, the small channel out to open water seeming very narrow.

  “Using the sails,” he said simply as he unwound a few different ropes from their winches and gathered them all in his hands before he began tugging, his body pulling up and then down again, using all his weight to raise the sails.

  Kelsey watched as they rose above them like great white clouds, the wind catching them and Alex quickly wrapped one line back around its winch and held on to the other two. There was some interesting physics at work here as he tugged one then the other, guiding them into a smooth turn that pointed them towards the marina exit. Then it was just a matter of holding steady as he maneuvered them onward but Kelsey didn’t release her breath until they were on the open water.

  “See,” Alex said, looking over his shoulder with a grin, “Piece of cake.”

  “How long did it take you to learn how to do that?” she asked as he continued to fiddle with the rigging.

  “A summer,” he said, squinting at her over his shoulder and grinning before turning back to the bow again. Kelsey couldn’t help but smile too. “Hang on I’m gonna get in more wind.”

  “Huh?” Kelsey asked and he pulled one of the ropes tight causing the boat to jerk forward and she nearly tumbled face first into the cockpit.

  They were gaining speed, heading further and further away from land. Kelsey’s ponytail was whipping wildly behind her and she wanted to pull up her scarf to cover her head but she didn’t dare let go of the deck. Alex was leaning almost horizontal to hold the main as taught as possible. Kelsey closed her eyes when they started to bump over the waves, feeling the light jostle as they skipped over the water. Suddenly she felt them jerk to the side and her eyes flew open as a scream ripped from her mouth.

  Alex was grinning and laughing as he cut through the water, turning them and heading the other direction at a break neck speed when he registered her scream. He looked back over his shoulder and found her skidding along the edge of the cockpit, feet slipping and hands grappling for purchase. He quickly secured the jib sheet with a practiced loop and held on to the main sheet as he reached out and grabbed her arm, letting the sail pull them forward. Kelsey’s arms flew around his chest, circling him in a death grip. He could feel her shaking against him, her heartbeat slamming into his chest.

  “Whoa whoa,” he said, easing up on the main, the sail billowing as it caught wind and slowed to swift glide. “Hey are you okay?”

  “Y-y-yeah,” she said shakily, swallowing hard as her tongue snuck out to wet her chapped lips.

  Her face felt raw, her eyes and nose were running and she felt wobbly and unstable. Alex reached a hand up to cup her cheek and she savored the warmth of his palm.

  “Sorry I should have started with something a little smoother,” he said and pressed a warm kiss to her forehead. “Here,” he said as he turned in her arms so that she was pressed against his back, “put your hands on my arms.”


  Kelsey reluctantly loosened her grip around his chest and slid a hand down to his forearm feeling the muscles taut under his sweater as he held one of the ropes tightly in his hand. Her other hand moved so that it rested lightly at the dip of his waist, ready to latch on at any moment should he get any funny ideas.

  They spent the next two hours letting the wind guide them around the bay. Kelsey felt a lot more comfortable now, feeling almost as if she had some semblance of control over their movement. She could tell when he was going to switch direction, the muscles in his forearms tensing a millisecond before he pulled on the sheet. She liked holding on to him, the wind blowing his hair back so that it tickled against her forehead. If she rested her cheek on his shoulder blade she could hear his heart beating even over the wind, the sound as familiar to her now as her own. She closed her eyes and held on, feeling the Echo Delta under her feet shuttling them swiftly over the water and Alex’s body against hers, keeping them upright and safe, master of the wind.

  It took her a moment to realize that they had slowed down to almost a stop, the bright early afternoon sun, glaring off the water. Alex covered one of her hands with his, patting it before extricating himself from her hold and leaning to tie off the sheets, fiddling with them until he was satisfied. It was about ten degrees cooler out on the water than it was in town. The weather had said it would get as high as 74 today and Kelsey felt that the air around her was every bit of a crisp 63. The wind gusted every once in a while, the Echo Delta teetering but only slightly.

  “Come on,” Alex said reaching for her hand as he lifted a foot up onto the deck and pulled himself up.

  Kelsey gripped his hand tight as he walked her slowly towards the bow and hooked his wrists under her arms to help her lower herself to the deck. She squinted up at him as he pulled off his sweater revealing a black Henley thermal underneath and flopped down beside her with ease. He balled up his sweater and pushed it against the mast before he wiggled his way down, crossing his feet at the ankles and resting his head on the fabric.