Across the Ocean

by Heather Sosbee

  Whoa. I need to take a few deep breaths. I’ve only just seen her and already I want to take her to the floor and have my way with her. Spread those legs and… Knock it off, Ari.

  Clearing my throat a bit, I put a cool smile on my face. Can’t have her thinking I don’t have it all together.

  “Hi.” Is all I can manage to breathe out.

  “Hey.” She sounds breathless too, and it makes me feel better to know I’m not the only one affected in this moment.

  “Can I come in for a bit, first? So we can figure out what our plans are for today?”

  “Oh! Of course, come on inside.” She moves back to allow me in, and closes the door behind me. I start to slide my shoes off as Brooke starts trying to walk around me, causing us to almost knock each other over.

  My hands instantly move up and grip her shoulders, to prevent us from toppling over. Her own little hands grasp the backs of my elbows for support. I instantly feel a sensory overload when my fingers make contact. Electricity is flowing up my arms, into my chest, and straight down to my cock. I’m instantly hard.

  By the way she’s frozen, mouth slightly open with wide eyes, I can tell she’s feeling it too. We are stuck in a moment that is very precarious. If we fall over onto the wrong side, who knows what will happen. I’m not ready just yet to see.

  I can feel Brooke trembling under my fingers and it makes my heart squeeze. There is a pull between us, a magnetism that I don’t understand. I am definitely drawn to it. Drawn to her.

  “Sorry,” she whispers.

  I blink my eyes a few times and let her go. I step back and take a deep breath to clear my mind. Brooke’s eyes blink a bit too, until she scoots around me to head into the kitchen.

  ******

  Brooke

  I’m thoroughly shaken by my reaction to Ari. Watching him walk up those stairs toward me caused my stomach to explode with butterflies. My whole body is humming and jittery. He looked so handsome.

  His hair is a bit messy and I like it. It’s as though the wind had blown it to perfection. His cheeks are covered in dark stubble, and I just want to rub his face between my thighs. Oops.

  His white v neck shirt is accompanied nicely by his black blazer jacket, and dark blue jeans. I can see a black leather belt in place under his shirt. His shirt is kind of thin; I can definitely see some chest peeking through. I’m not complaining. My dark side was trying to check and see if his nipples were visible.

  The thing I liked the most was that there were no lines of worry, anxiety, or anger around his eyes. They were crinkled with warmth. His lips were spread into one of my favorite smiles I remember from our old video chats. This is the smile that made me fall for him in the first place.

  My hand rises to cover my speeding heart, as I stop against the counter in the kitchen. His hands on me felt as though I had stuck my finger in an electric socket. My hyper-awareness of him is going to give me a fucking heart attack.

  “Would you like something to drink?” I call to Ari, who has moved to sit on the couch in the living room after taking his shoes and jacket off.

  “That depends,” I hear him reply from the couch. “Are we leaving, where are we going, and can we take a taxi?” I chuckle in response as I grab two wine glasses from the cabinet above the sink. Setting them on the counter, I turn to the fridge and pull out a bottle of white wine I bought earlier.

  “I vote for the taxi, and I don’t care what we do. I just thought it’d be great for us to spend some time together that wasn’t terribly awkward.”

  Pouring some wine into both glasses, I close the bottle and put it back into the fridge. Grabbing the glasses, I head into the living room. He leans forward to grab a glass from me, giving me a wry smile.

  “I realize that it’s only a little after three. Since we are both on vacation, I think we are allowed a glass this early.” We both laugh a little and raise our glasses for a toast.

  I sit down next to him on the couch, and turn the television on. Flipping until I get to a music video channel, I sip lightly on my wine. From my peripheral vision, I can see that Ari is watching me. I return to the couch and take a moment to meet his stare.

  The jolt that passes through my body when our eyes meet makes me feel like I’m falling over, even though I’m not moving. Gazing into those blue depths is soul jarring. In turn I clear my throat and try to lighten the mood.

  “I’m so glad you agreed to hang out with me today. I was honestly pretty scared that we wouldn’t have a chance to hang out again before I leave.” I take a big gulp of wine. It’s really crisp and refreshing. I’m also hoping for my nerves to settle a bit because I don’t like thinking about leaving.

  A little frown pinches Ari’s brow as he watches me and takes a drink from his own glass.

  “Are you really leaving so soon? You haven’t been able to do nearly enough.” The sound of disappointment in his voice gives me hope.

  “I just feel like I’m overstaying my welcome with you guys at this point. This whole issue with Lára is causing me too much anxiety, and you all have routines that I’m interrupting. It just seems like the right thing to do. I’ve loved being here, though.” I don’t want him to think that the reason I’m leaving is because I hate this place.

  The frown on his face deepens, and he looks to the television for a few moments, his fingertips rubbing against the outside of his glass in a delicate pattern. I can feel a flood of blood rush to my cheeks as I imagine his fingers on my skin.

  “Is there nothing that could change your mind?” His soft spoken question surprises me. Of course there is, but I can’t tell him to ask me to stay. I can’t ask him to leave his girlfriend for me. So instead, I just shake my head a bit.

  “I’m sure there are ways I could be persuaded to stay, just don’t worry about that right now. Let’s just have a good time together. At least we’ll have today to remember, right?” My voice fades near the end, and my throat tightens. I have to swallow the lump that has formed there. I can’t stand the thought that this could be our last day together.

  Taking another gulp of my wine, I pull my knee up on the couch so that I face Ari, facing him head on. I rest my arm on the back of the couch and wait until he turns his eyes back to mine.

  There is a pause between us, our eyes locked. He turns his body to face me, and puts his glass down on the table without breaking our eye contact. I can feel a buildup of energy and tension between us. It’s crackling in the air, and my nipples harden in response.

  There’s a sudden flurry of motion from Ari, and before I can blink, his hand has grabbed me by the nape of my neck and his lips are on mine. My mouth opens in a gasp, and his tongue instantly slides inside to claim mine.

  My dark side bursts through the surface, whooping and hollering. I don’t have a chance to stop her before I find myself grabbing fiercely at his hair with my free hand and pulling his lips harder onto mine. His tongue is sliding along my lips before diving inside to mingle again with mine.

  His other hand reaches around my waist and pulls me over onto his lap. Without ending our kiss, he releases my neck to grab my glass from me and place it on the table. Now that both of my hands are free, I bring them to his shoulders and adjust my position so that I am straddling his lap.

  Ari’s hands instantly reach for my knees and slide under the hem of my skirt. Inching his fingertips up my thighs, his wrists push my skirt up along the way. I’ve never been so goddamned happy to wear a skirt in my entire life.

  My body has begun to tremble with desire and I can feel that my panties are definitely wet. I don’t think I am properly processing what is actually happening.

  This is my dark side taking over. She doesn’t care about consequences or what happens after. She knows what she wants and she’s taking it. Fuck you, consequences! My dark side is flipping them the bird.

  I begin to suck and nibble on his lips, alternating from upper and bottom, to slide my tongue inside to tease his. His low moan, accompanied by his hard on
pressing against my pussy causes more moisture to trickle between my legs.

  Ari’s fingers have traced their way up to the apex of my thighs, and his thumbs have begun to tease under the edges of my panties. My dark side is chanting in my brain touch me, over and over. I hear him chuckle a bit, and realize that I’ve been whispering it out loud against his lips. Well, fuck it. I have no shame.

  My breath catches and stalls in my throat as his fingertips finally scoot under the elastic to touch my smooth, hairless pussy. I can feel that I’m absolutely soaking wet now. I can’t believe how strong my physical response to Ari is with only a few moments of kissing.

  His right thumb slides between my folds and into the heat in search of my clit. He finds it easily and begins to rub in a light, circular motion. He raises his left hand to grasp my by the base of my neck again, all the while still feasting hungrily on my mouth.

  I don’t think I’ve ever had a guy find my hot spot so quickly and so perfectly before. I remember something Emilia said quite a while back about Ari having “magic fingers.” Oh god, show me your fucking magic fingers. My hips grind forward against his hand in agreement.

  His lips tear away from my mouth and begin to leave a hot, wet trail down my neck. I tilt my head to the side to give him better access. My fingers are gripping his hair tightly.

  Twisting his hand around, he pushes my panties farther to the side with his wrist, and slides two fingers easily inside of me. I let out a long, broken moan. It feels so good that I am floating in bliss. My hips buck against his hand.

  His thumb immediately finds my clit again, pressing against it while his fingers begin a slow, torturous pace. He is rubbing against the bundle of nerves under my clit as his fingers slide in and out. The pleasure is just flowing through my body in waves and overwhelming my senses. No one before him has ever made me feel such intense pleasure. It’s as though his skin is the magic remedy that I didn’t know I needed.

  My dark side is drunk with the pleasure. She’s lying on her back, spread eagle, begging for more. His teeth are pulling at my earlobe and I can barely move. His fingers inside of me keep moving, as his other hand slides down to grab my ass under my skirt.

  I can feel the tension building in my core, and I’m panting with the need to come. My dark side whispers something to me about shooting the next person in the face who tries to stop me from coming.

  My entire body is trembling with the tension. Still his fingers keep his slow pace inside of me. My hands are desperately scratching down his back and up into his hair while my hips are moving shamelessly against his hand in search of release.

  “Oh god, Ari. It’s too good. I can’t handle it.” I honestly think I’m going to actually explode.

  His fingers begin to thrust into me with more force, his thumb grinding against my clit. It’s enough to send me over and I lean my head forward to bite into his shirt.

  I let out a loud moan that is muffled by his shirt. I can hear myself chanting yes, yes, yes as I begin to come. My whole body convulses with the pleasure, and his hand rises from my ass to wrap around my back and pull me close. His fingers are still working inside of me, drawing out my pleasure.

  I’m twitching and still moaning as my pussy spasms and contracts against his fingers. I can hear how wet I am as his hand moves against me, making a repetitive slapping sound. It’s the sexiest sound I’ve ever heard in my life. Ari’s fingers deep inside of me.

  “Holy hell, that was the sexiest orgasm I’ve ever seen.” Ari whispers in my ear a few moments after my body relaxes, his hand slowed to a stop. His thumb is still moving slightly against my clit very gently to prolong my orgasm. My pussy contracts with every flick of his thumb.

  I can’t even respond because I’m so blown away by my orgasm. I’m still trembling and I can’t even lift my head from his shoulder. For the moment, I’ve turned into jelly. I can only feel Ari lift his hand away from my pussy, and hear the sound of lips sucking. Oh man, he sucked his fingers clean again.

  That’s so fucking hot.

  ******

  Ari

  I can hardly catch my breath. This was single handedly the sexiest moment of my life. Having Brooke in my arms, my fingers buried in her tight heat, her shuddering helplessly in my arms as she breaks apart into a million pieces….

  The scent of her arousal is all around me, filling my mind and fueling my need for her. I lick the last of my fingers clean and all I can think about is that I have to have another taste. I don’t think there is any real choice about it.

  This indescribable pull between us has never been there for Lára and me. She doesn’t seem to have the same hold on me that Brooke does. I am losing the will to deny or fight it.

  I lean Brooke forward and down, until her back is resting on the couch, her head on the pillow. Sliding my hands under her skirt and ass to hook my fingers on her panties, I pull them down her legs and toss them over my shoulder.

  Since her skirt (that fucking skirt needs to get out of my way) has fallen down to her knees again, I impatiently push it up and out of my way. Then I slide down onto the floor in front of the couch.

  Grabbing her ankles and hooking them over my shoulders, I finally am able to see her pussy for the first time. It’s perfectly pink and free of any hair. I can see her swollen clit peeking invitingly at me from between her slick lips.

  Glancing up at her face, I see her cheeks are flushed, and her eyes heavy-lidded. Part of her hair has come down and the dark locks are splayed across the pillow. Her lips are puffy from my kisses, slightly open and pouty. She takes my breath away with how beautiful she is.

  “Just a taste,” I say to her with a small smirk before scooping her ass higher into the air with both hands. I blow lightly on her pussy, listen to her soft gasp. I can’t think of anything I’d rather do now besides taste Brooke. Even if it’s all I do for the rest of my life.

  My cock however, is hard as a branding iron, and straining to be free of my pants. The only thing stopping me from burying myself inside her to the hilt now is the fact that I have to taste her. Right this very second.

  My mouth dives down, and the tip of my tongue begins to flick at her clit, slowly and carefully. I know she’s still sensitive from her orgasm. The orgasm I gave her. She’s unbelievably wet. Both of her hands come down to spread her pussy lips open wide, to give me better access. That’s so fucking sexy. Show me what you want, baby.

  Her breathing has picked up again, and her soft sighs and moans are sweet music to my ears. My tongue is taking its sweet time with exploring all of her pussy and I’m in absolute heaven here.

  “Ari.” she breathes. “Please, I need to touch you, too.”

  My cock twitches in response, and with as much fun as I am having while feasting on her pussy, my cock wants in on the fun. I don’t think you can blame him.

  “Ok, elskan. Whatever you wish.” I murmur, moving back a bit. Giving her pussy one quick kiss, I pull her legs down off of my shoulders. We are both still completely dressed, except for Brooke’s lack of panties.

  Quickly, Brooke moves toward me, grabbing the hem of my white shirt and pulling it up and over my head. I lift my arms to assist and relish the look of appreciation I can see in Brooke’s eyes as they flow over my skin like a physical caress.

  I don’t think Lára has ever looked at me like this before, as though I was something special. I can’t think about Lára right now so I push her to the back of my mind. I’ll deal with all of that later.

  Right now, it’s just me and my girl Brooke.

  ******

  Brooke

  I think I’ve died and gone to heaven. I’m not joking. There is no way this is really happening to me. Ari is blowing my mind with how sexy he is, and I can’t stop touching him.

  Pushing Ari back a little, I stand up from my place on the couch, allowing my skirt to fall back down. Since we’ve gone this far, I don’t have any desire to turn back or stop what we’re up to. I smile down at the surprise in his eyes a
nd extend my hand down to help him up.

  The warmth from his hand enclosing over mine seeps into my body. The connection between us is there again, and the intimacy that forms when he intertwines his fingers with mine causes my breath to hitch. My eyes meet his as he stands up and we simply get lost in each other for a few moments.

  I can see something more in his eyes now that I didn’t see before today. Ari doesn’t seem to be afraid to show me how he feels right now, and it’s glittering freely in those blue eyes, taking my breath away. My heart is pumping harder and trying to make itself heard, too.

  I turn to guide him up the stairs to my room, Ari following close behind. We don’t say much; I don’t think we feel the need to. We are comfortable in our silence and our company.

  After we both enter my room, I turn to face him. His hands slide up my arms, a soft smile on his face. When his hands reach my neck, he cups my jaw with both of them; pulling me close for the most romantic kiss I’ve ever been given.

  His lips brush so lightly against mine that I actually lean forward to gain more pressure. He takes a leisurely stroll around my face and leaves a trail of butterfly kisses on my eyes, nose, forehead, cheeks…everywhere. A lump forms in my throat with all the emotion welling up within me.

  Wrapping my arms around his waist, I use my fingertips to tease the naked skin of his back. His jeans rest low on his hips, and I can see the cut of his trim abs and hip bones clearly when I look down at him. His quickly drawn in breath tells me he is turned on by my touch, not to mention his hard cock is still pressing against his jeans.

  Poor baby, giving me all of the pleasure so far with none of it returned yet. What a gentleman. Standing up on my tiptoes, I seal my lips against his. I want to make him burn for me the way he makes me burn for him. Now is the perfect time to show him what he is missing by not being with me.