Page 89 of Phobia
There was no stopping him once he’d started.
His thrusts were punishing, eager, unpracticed. He fucked, and fucked, and fucked, grinding and rubbing, rutting against me like an animal in heat. Like all he could think of was pushing his cock into the tight wet space it had found and making a home for itself there.
“Fuck,” I whined, overstimulated and overwhelmed as my own dick leaked onto the wood.
“That’s it,” Henry growled, hips snapping hard against mine as he fucked deep enough he had me seeing stars. “Take it.” He ground hard against my ass, rolling his hips till I drooled, and his free hand crept down to take my cock inside it.
Tight heat.
Scratchy.
Rigid—
He squeezed—
I came.
I came, and came, and came—and Henry fucked me through all of it, rutting into my ass over and over and over again as my hole clung to his cock and I sobbed into the rocking rowboat. By the time he finished a second time, I was a limp, sweaty, sated mess. He kept his cock inside me, lowering himself onto his elbows so he could shelter me from the storm as our wet skin clung together.
“God, you are a vision,” Henry murmured against the shell of my ear. Funny that he said that when he couldn’t even see my face. His cock twitched inside me and my ass twinged. Truthfully, I had never felt anything more right in all the world, than having Henry’s cock fuck me open.
He moved to pull out but I scrambled back to latch on to his hip, holding him in place. Partially because I liked being able to clench around him, and partially because his bulk blocked out most of the rain.
“Stay inside,” I urged, and Henry groaned. His dick flexed, and I twitched.
“I’ll end up fucking you again.”
“Then do it.”
He was true to his word. This time, when he fucked me it was long and slow. The pulses of his hips made my heart soar and my mouth dry. When he was done. When we were both finally sated, he settled down on top of me a second time, drowsily nuzzling my nape as he blocked the last stray droplets of rain.
The storm had moved on.
City lights glimmered in the distance as I blinked away the sleep that threatened to overcome me.
“We’re not going to die are we?” I asked as our boat bobbed along the water and Henry’s soft cock stayed snug inside my ass. He chuckled against the back of my neck, lacing a gentle kiss there.
“No, silver tongue.” He murmured, though this time the nickname did not seem like an insult. “We’re not going to die.”
It seemed his fear of the water had been placed on the back burner for now, like mine had as we let the exhaustion overcome us and fell asleep to the rocking of the waves.
Chapter 5
When we woke, the sun was cresting over the horizon and the boat was suspiciously still. I blinked away the grittiness in my eyes as I glared up at the sunrise and what we’d done the previous night came back to me in a rush. There was a warm, sleep-soft weight beneath me and I grimaced as I extricated myself from Oliver’s snoozing body and rose onto my knees to inspect our surroundings.
Land.
We were onland.
Apparently, at some point while we’d slumbered we’d washed ashore. I startled, an excited laugh bursting free from my throat as I reached down to shake Oliver’s shoulder. I was gentler than I would’ve been before, but who could blame me? It was hard not to be fond of the other man when he’d so willingly taken my cock the night before.
He was as lovely as I’d told him he was.
All sleepy limbs and foggy green gaze as he blinked up at me in confusion and I helped him to his knees. I wished I could push his legs open and admire his puffy pink hole in the daylight. Maybe my cum would still be leaking out of him? His hole, far too loose from all the fucking to hold it all in.
Later, I promised myself. Maybe I’d even suck it out of him.
“Best get dressed, Oliver, dear.” I grinned, helping him pull his trousers up those long, gorgeous pale legs. God, I hadn’t been able to fully appreciate them the night before. I wished I had time now—but… Who knew what would happen if an innocent passerby stumbled upon us here, half naked and covered in cum.
