Sailor Proof (Shore Leave 1)

“Not enough,” I groaned as I grabbed for the bottle and moved enough so that I could coat his cock.

“Fuck yeah.” He tipped his head back against the pillows only to raise it as I adjusted my position to line us up. “Whoa. Condom?”

“Do we really need it?’’ I made a frustrated noise both because I was that impatient, but also I had a whole new set of fantasies where Derrick was concerned and I was desperate to fulfill this one. “I mean, I was a virgin and you were tested twice. Nothing’s changed there.”

“Nothing?” He studied me carefully. “I would understand if—”

“I wouldn’t,” I growled, capturing him for a possessive kiss. “Nothing’s changed other than a new wish list item for going bare, and a sore left hand from all the solo jerking. I want this with you.”

“I want this too.” He stroked my face. “I’ve never done it without a condom. But I trust you.”

“I trust you, too.” I kissed him lightly and finished slicking him up, jacking him slowly as I levered myself more upright.

“Do it,” he ordered, like I needed encouragement.

“Yeah.” Slowly, I sank down. Even with his earlier play, I was still tight, and my body was reminding me how very long it had been. The blunt pressure made me gasp as I tried to relax.

“Easy.” He caressed my sides before dancing his fingertips over my nipples.

“Do that again.” I took a little more of him. It still wasn’t the most comfortable, but it was getting better especially when he tweaked my nipples.

“This?” He repeated the motion before dropping one of his hands to my cock. “Or this?”

“Definitely that.” And definitely easier now, the fullness and heat of him exactly what I’d been craving.

“You feel so good.” He leaned up to press a kiss to my neck before falling back onto the bed with a moan.

“Different?”

“Yeah. Intense. Slicker. Hotter.” His eyes closed, face tensing. “So good.”

“Awesome.” I loved being able to give him something new, something we could share together. He’d been my first for so many things, so it made my insides even warmer to get to be a first for him too.

“More.” He bucked his hips. “Whatever you need. Whatever feels good to you.”

“This good?” I asked, finding a shallow angle that hit where I most wanted it, sparks of pleasure racing up my spine. “You want me to get myself off on you?”

“Please. Use me.” His shoulders and chest were stone boulders under my hands, and he met my every movement with low, needy noises. He was the hottest thing I’d ever seen, struggling for control like this, letting me ride him however I wanted.

Drunk on power, I moved faster, keeping that same angle but taking him deeper. It felt like we shared an electric loop, his heart hammering under my palm, the pulse reverberating all the way to my ass. He stroked my cock and I felt it everywhere, pleasure finding my abs and thighs, even my tense neck and calves. We moved together, urgently now, and unlike him, I kept my eyes wide open, waiting to see the exact moment he shattered.

“You’re so fucking gorgeous.” He popped his eyes open to catch me staring at him. “What?”

“So are you. I could watch you forever.”

“Not sure I can last forever.” He gave a half moan, half laugh. “But I can try.”

“Don’t want you to try. Want you to fall apart.” I rode him harder, seeking his shattering even more than my own orgasm. I was merciless, reveling in each of his sounds. It felt like his pleasure was my due for all this waiting, a prize I’d earned and I was damn sure going to claim it.

“Arthur...” His face scrunched up. “Please.”

“Do it. Come for me,” I demanded, still in ruthless mode.

“You too.” He tightened his grip on my cock, matching my rhythm. Devious, but I could be too. I flexed my spine, rolling my hips more, and clenched my ass.

“Fuck.” Bingo. His next moan seemed pulled from the depths of the Pacific. His cock pulsed, even harder if that were possible. Lips falling open, his whole face went slack.

And I felt it, felt him come in a way I couldn’t with a condom. Everything became slicker, turning me on in some primal way, feeling him that deep in me.

“Derrick.” And then I was coming too, crying out as his fist milked my cock. I shot all over his stomach, marking him like he’d marked me. Simply that dirty thought was enough to get one final spurt from me.

Spent, I collapsed against his chest. He smoothed a gentle hand down my back and pressed soft kisses against my face.

“Love you,” he whispered. “Love you so much.”

“Me too.” My voice was husky and I buried my face in his shoulder. “Love you. That was...” I trailed off because I lacked words.