Ocean's Surrender

by Denise Townsend

  “I saw how you looked at Leo,” Fen murmured, filling River’s mouth. She made a noise, whether of protest or agreement, he couldn’t tell. But what he knew for certain was that her lust peaked at his words. He knew if he touched her now, her pussy would be wet, getting wetter as he spoke.

  “I felt your desire for him too, River. I know you want him.” River whimpered, Fen’s cock pushing in and out of her mouth. Whether a reflection of her lust or as encouragement, River’s suction on Fen’s cock increased. He thought of repairing fishing nets as he tamped down on his desire to come. The woman had a ridiculously talented mouth.

  “I think you’d like it if he were here right now, River. I think you’d like it if his cock was here too, before you.”

  River’s head bobbed faster, her mouth sucked harder. Her lust rose in her and Fen saw her hand move between her legs. She touched herself as he continued.

  “I’d love to see you like that, River. Your mouth on him, your hand on me. Then you’d switch. We’d both be so hard for you. Wanting you. Would you like that, River?”

  Her only response was to suck harder, her fingers between her legs moving faster. River’s desire was almost overwhelming as she saw the fantasy Fen spun out before them.

  No amount of mental net repairing was going to keep Fen from coming if she kept this up.

  “Where would you like us to come? Would you want us to come in your mouth? On your breasts? Or would you like us to fuck you? Both of us at once, taking turns?”

  River made a strangled sound around Fen’s cock, her eyelids heavy. She pulled back, and Fen wondered what she would say.

  “I’d want you to come in my mouth. I’d want to taste you,” she said, meeting his eyes as she took him back into her mouth.

  Fen groaned. “Is that what you want, lass? Do you want me to come for you?”

  River’s dug her nails into Fen’s ass in a clear affirmative.

  And so Fen let himself go, fucking in and out of River’s mouth till he felt his own orgasm sweep through him. Steadying River’s mouth on his cock, he jetted into her mouth, long strings of come that she swallowed, loving his cries of release as she pulled the last of his orgasm from him.

  Only when the touch of her mouth was too much did he push her away, gently.

  “Don’t stop touching yourself,” he told her, as he let his trembling knees pull him, kneeling, to the carpet.

  River did as Fen asked, keeping her fingers on her clit as he pushed her legs apart. He watched her, his eyes roving from her cunt to her face, from the source of her pleasure up to see its effect. He felt her thighs tremble, and he stroked his hands gently over them.

  “Imagine sitting here, like you are now, with me kneeling in front of you.”

  River watched Fen’s mouth as he spoke, her expression hazy.

  “And imagine Leo, sitting behind you. You’re leaning back, on his chest.”

  River sighed, her fingers dipping to fill her cunt. She also shifted, just slightly, as if leaning back in an imaginary lover’s arms.

  “Would you like his hands on your breasts? Maybe pinching your nipples?”

  “Oh, yes,” River whispered, breathless.

  “He could also hold your legs apart for me,” Fen said, shifting forward slightly. His cock was already growing hard again, his eyes now locked on River’s fingers; on her dripping sex and her obvious enjoyment of their shared fantasy.

  “He’d hold them open, as I tasted you.”

  Fen leaned forward, stroking his tongue over River’s lips, her fingers.

  “Maybe he’d hold your hands too, like that scarf did last night.”

  With that, Fen pushed away River’s hand, grasping both her wrists behind her back with his left hand, as his right held her sex open for him.

  “You’d be ours to play with, sweet girl. Ours to pleasure. Would you like that?”

  Fen made sure that question was rhetorical by sucking River’s clit firmly into his mouth, flicking his tongue over her. She bucked her hips against him, but didn’t fight his hold on her wrists.

  Fen kept up his manipulation of her cunt with his lips, his tongue, and eventually his fingers, until she was just on the brink of coming for him.

  “Please, Fen,” she begged, almost incoherent with need. But Fen had other ideas.

  He stood, and she saw how hard he was for her once more.

  “Do you have any toys?” he asked, to her obvious surprise.

  “Um, yes,” she said. “In the nightstand.”

  “May I?” Fen asked, indicating the nightstand. River nodded.

  Fen slid open the drawer and smiled.

  Perfect, he thought. For the drawer contained two vibrators–one quite slim and long, the other thicker. There was also a small bottle of lube.

  Fen took out all three items, laying them on the bed. River watched him with wide eyes.

  “On your knees, River,” Fen said, giving her a sly smile. River’s throat worked as she gulped, but she did as Fen commanded.

  Fen’s hands found the soft globes of River’s succulent little ass, massaging her gently. His fingers then ran up her spine, until he could push her shoulders to the bed.

  Vulnerable and exposed before him, River shivered. But Fen’s constant touching gentled her.

  “Gods, you’re gorgeous, lass. Do you know that?”

  River didn’t answer, except with a throaty moan when Fen’s fingers once again found her sex.

  “Your body was made for pleasure. You’re so soft, so round. And so sensitive. Your pussy is soaked, perfect for fucking.”

  River rocked her hips back on Fen’s fingers, mewling her pleasure. She wanted to kill him when, seconds before she came, Fen again withdrew his fingers. But her irritation was short lived, as his cock was at her wet opening a moment later.

  “I’m going to fuck you now, River. My cock in your cunt and my fingers in your ass.”

  The head of his cock parted her lips as she heard him pop open the cap on her lube. A cold swirl of wetness splashed on her asshole, before his thumb was there, rubbing it in and letting it warm.

  When he finally sank deep, he did just as he’d warned. His cock went first, filling her deeply, with his finger pushing into her ass a second later. He gave her a second to adjust to both types of penetration before withdrawing, only to fill her again and again. Pumping her with cock and fingers, working the ring of her anus till it accepted a second finger, stretching her with a sweet ache that only increased as a third finger joined the others.

  “Oh fuck,” River groaned, fisting the pillow in front of her. “Oh, Fen…”

  “God you feel good, River. Now imagine Leo’s in front of you. Imagine sucking him, while I fuck you. Would you like that?”

  “Oh god, yes,” the girl whispered. She could almost feel it—Fen’s cock so big, joined by those clever fingers that pushed into her ass with a pleasure she’d never imagined.

  She felt his fingers slide out of her ass, and then she felt more liquid. Finally, she felt something cold and hard pushing into her.

  My vibrator, she realized, knowing he’d chosen the slimmer, plastic model.

  But it didn’t feel small pushing into her tight ass. He kept his cock shafted deep as he pushed her toy in, till River really knew what it was to be full.

  “Oh fuck,” she groaned. Then, keeping the vibe buried deep in her ass, Fen began to fuck River with long, slow strokes.

  “It doesn’t have to a vibrator fucking you right now,” Fen told her, finding her clit with his free hand. Strumming across the center of her pleasure, Fen felt her cunt tighten spasmodically on his cock. She was so close to coming he’d have to be careful–he didn’t want to bring her until he was ready.

  “It could be Leo,” Fen said. “It could be Leo buried in your ass. Me buried in your pussy.” He fucked her harder, before stilling himself deep inside of her. Then he slowly began fucking her ass with the vibrator.

  “Imagine a real cock, instead of plastic. Would
you like that?”

  “Oh god, yes,” River groaned. So Fen obliged her. River felt the hard plastic slide out of her ass, another application of cold lube, and then Fen’s cock was there. Much bigger than the vibrator had been, River didn’t know if she could accommodate him in her tight ass.

  “Push onto me,” Fen whispered, through gritted teeth. “Relax, and push…”

  River did as he asked, feeling his cock push past her tight ring with a dizzying combination of pleasure and pain.

  Fen held himself there, until she relaxed around him, then he began pushing, slowly feeding more of himself into her.

  He kept up that slow, steady fucking until River pushed back on him, clearly indicating she wanted more.

  “Touch yourself, sweet girl,” he told her, and she did. Rubbing her own clit, she shuddered as he fucked the velvet glove of her ass.

  “Do you think you’d like this, with another man?” Fen asked.

  “Yes,” River groaned. “Oh, yes…”

  Fen pushed deeper into her, before he reached for her shoulders. Then he pulled her so she was kneeling, his chest pressed against her back, his cock still buried deep inside of her.

  “Leo would fuck your mouth, first,” Fen whispered in her ear. “He’d fuck your face while I fucked your ass.”

  Fen reached for the other, larger vibrator. River moaned when she heard him switch it on, its buzzing filling the room.

  “But then he’d kneel before you too.” Fen moved the vibrator to River’s pussy, pushing her fingers away as he pushed the vibe’s buzzing head against her clit. River gasped, shuddering around him, against him.

  “And he’d want to fuck you too, River. He’d want to be buried deep in your pussy. Would you like that?”

  To punctuate his words, Fen moved the head of the vibrator lower, to the opening of River’s wet sex.

  “Oh god, yes,” River groaned.

  Fen teased her with the buzzing tip of the vibrator. “Tell me what you’d want, River. Tell me, exactly.”

  “I’d want him to fuck me,” River groaned. “I’d want Leo to fuck me while you fucked me too.”

  Hearing River’s gasped words, feeling her clenching on his cock, Fen knew he wasn’t going to be able to last much longer. But neither was River, and when he pushed the buzzing head of the thick vibe between her lips to sink deep into her cunt, he knew they were both lost.

  “Oh my god, Fen, make me come, make me…”

  Fen obliged her, flicking the index finger of the hand holding the vibe over her clit.

  River’s orgasm was shattering. She clenched down so hard on Fen’s cock he had to fight to stay in her, his own orgasm rising in his balls. He kept fucking her, with both the vibe and his cock, as she wailed in his arms, urging him to fuck her harder, to come insider of her, to fill her ass. Her words pushed him over the edge and he did as she commanded, filling her with a load of his thick cream.

  Before they collapsed forward, he pulled the vibe from her quivering pussy, but he stayed inside of her.

  Kissing the nape of her neck, he kept his heavy weight balanced on his elbows. She gasped as he ground his still thick cock into her, pushing up at him even as she moaned it was too much.

  “Did you enjoy that?” he asked.

  “Oh yes,” she said.

  “I did, as well. You’re amazing.” Another grind, answered by another gasp, as well as a wave of affection that they shared between them, equally.

  “That was pretty incredible,” River admitted.

  Fen’s teeth closed one more time on her nape, causing her to shiver.

  “Yes, it was. But just think how much better it would be if Leo had really been here.”

  Fen let River think that over, as he rubbed against her, feeling his body already gearing up for another round.

  Chapter Fourteen

  Her feet crunching on the broken glass, River inspected the damage. Fen looked on, exuding both anger over the attack and concern for the woman turning a brave face to the world.

  This is what I get for having a good time, River thought to herself.

  For last night had been perfect. Spending time with both Leo and Fen, clearing the air with Leo, and then a night of mind-blowing sex with Fen—it had been the sort of evening she never thought she’d have again.

  So, as if to remind her why she shouldn’t have such pleasures, Rick had been busy smashing the two huge bay windows that fronted her shop. He’d also smashed the glass in her door. She hadn’t gone inside, yet, but she could see a few of her glass cases had been shattered as well.

  Not wanting to disturb any evidence, River peered over the edge of one of the broken windows.

  “I’m assuming Rick did this?” Fen asked, his voice low with anger.

  River shrugged, but it was a gesture of hopelessness rather than confusion.

  “Probably.”

  “Well, I don’t think he actually went inside,” Fen said, pointing out the rocks laying on the floor of her store. “I think he did all the damage from out here, so hopefully nothing’s missing.”

  River ran a hand over her long, curly ponytail, self-touching protectively as she tried to sort out her emotions.

  “This has to end, River.” Fen’s voice was gentle, but firm. He’d felt her guilt over Rick, and on one level he lauded her empathy for the boy having lost a brother. But this had gone too far, and might get worse if it weren’t nipped in the bud.

  And yet, Fen really didn’t know what River would do. He hadn’t expected their progress, such as it was, to be tested so soon.

  Meanwhile, River looked around, assessing the damage. The windows would be expensive to replace, of course. As would the glass cases.

  But it was the violence of the act that made up her mind.

  In her heart of hearts, she could understand Rick’s sadness and his need to lash out at something. She understood that she and Jason were convenient, in that regard, and she also understood that it was a lot easier for Rick to blame them than it was for him to confront his brother’s own crimes.

  It had been one thing to apply all those excuses to missed mail or gummed locks. But this violence–this reckless smashing and destruction–that was something that Trevor himself might have done.

  She’d wanted to believe that Trevor was a fluke, but maybe the tree he fell off was, indeed, rotten. What if Rick was only beginning his own reign of terror?

  With a heartfelt sigh and genuine regret that it had to come to this, River pulled out her cell, dialed 911 and hit send.

  “I’ve been waiting for you to call,” Sheriff White said, as she stepped out of the squad car parked rakishly on the sidewalk in front of River’s shop.

  “Wait, you knew about this?” River asked, confused.

  “This? No. We were all on the other side of the county last night, breaking up a domestic. Didn’t see any of this damage till you called it in.”

  “Then why were you waiting for me to call?”

  “Because I knew Rick would eventually completely flip his biscuit, or you’d finally lose patience with him. So I had these ready.”

  Sheriff White reached into the car, pulling out a thick sheaf of official looking paper.

  “What’s that?” River asked curiously as Fen joined her.

  The Sheriff eyed the blond man curiously, until River realized they hadn’t met.

  “Oh, sorry. Sheriff, this is Fen. Fen, this is Sheriff White.”

  “Nice to meet you,” the Sheriff said, shaking Fen’s hand. The selkie was watching the law-woman curiously, and River wondered what he was sensing. The Sheriff had always seemed completely in charge and totally put together, so River couldn’t imagine she had some secret emotional scars that might attract Fen’s attention.

  But I guess we can never really know what’s going on inside of another person, River realized.

  For someone who’d had such a tumultuous life, River should have already been well aware of that fact. But in reality, River’s encounters with
other people had been relatively straightforward. Her mother and father were exactly what they said on the package. Five minutes interacting with her mom and her crazy, hippie-inspired outfits and dramatic way of speaking, and one knew pretty much everything one needed to know about Inma Garcia-Cruz Thibodaux. Her father was equally transparent: all gruff laugh, tattoos, chain-smoking, good-ole-boy. Her mother and father’s significant others, meanwhile, were always, inevitably, cut from the exact same cloth as all the rest, so River had always known what to expect from them. Her father’s extended Cajun family, meanwhile, were also equally straightforward. They were all mad as hatters, but they were paradoxically proud of their eccentricities.

  River had grown up with chaos, yes, but never subterfuge. She’d never had to deal with people who pretended to be one thing, but were another thing entirely.

  So realizing that Trevor and his wealthy family, people who seemed to have everything and seemed to be so perfect, could be hiding some horrible truth about themselves, shook River to the core. But in a good way.

  Maybe I couldn’t have known? she thought to herself. Maybe that’s part of what made Trevor so fucked up…always having to be something he wasn’t.

  And I couldn’t have known, because nobody knew.

  The fact was the Waltons were revered around these parts, no small feat for a summering swank family. Normally, such itinerant visitors were treated with affability mixed with contempt. But the Waltons had singlehandedly built the local children’s clinic, were the face of any major charity event or outreach program in Eastport, and pretty much funded the annual Pirate Festival, a major tourist draw for a town that couldn’t otherwise compete with the likes of Bar Harbor or Seal Harbor.

  The idea that they weren’t the fairy godfamily everyone assumed them to be floored River, but all evidence was pointing to something seriously wrong if they had two sons with such extreme problems.

  While River put all this together, Fen watched her carefully, knowing she was thinking through something major because of her fluctuating emotions. So he made small talk with the Sheriff, until River came to some conclusion. He wasn’t sure what it was exactly, as that’s not how his empathy worked. But whatever she’d decided left River feeling a little bit confused, like whatever it was still had to settle, but also confident and less stressed.