Page 15 of Hooked on the Otter Doctor
“Do not finish that sentence!” I didn’t care if she was eighteen, she was still my baby sister.
Helli giggled wickedly even as she blushed, but then she gasped and pointed behind me. I turned to see a round, furry head bobbing up and down in the water about four meters from the boat.
“Halaby?” I hollered as I walked to the side.
“May I come aboard?”
“Yeah, come on!”
He swam over quickly as Helli said, “You found out his name?”
If she only knew what I’d found out…
Halaby climbed over the side of the boat and stepped onto the deck. I made the introductions. “Doctor Halaby Revazi, this is my sister, Helli Ahlberg.”
She shook his hand, gushing her thanks at saving her and her guitar, and I kind of zoned out while staring at his body. Those orange Speedos were back, so literally the whole of him was on display. I’d been in some intense relationships that were totally physical before and, though I did want to fuck his brains out, I also really wanted to cuddle up with him.
Suddenly, Halaby was right up in my personal space. “Is there somewhere we can talk privately?”
“Oh, uh, yeah. Follow me.”
I glanced at Helli watching curiously before I lead Halaby below. The state of the galley was not going to impress him, but other than setting the boat on fire, there wasn’t anything I could do about it now. I turned to face him as he came down the stairs and— “Mmph!” I said as he swooped in and kissed me.
His fur was wet, but I clung to him anyway. The front of my t-shirt got soaked as he ravished me like a good boyfriend should, and I hooked a leg around his to grind us together even though my thick, waterproof pants wouldn’t let me feel him. Just beforeMister “I can hold my breath for forty-five minutes” nearly suffocated me, I snapped my head back and gasped a huge breath.
Halaby chuckled and nuzzled against my neck. “I could scent your lust. I had to get you away or take you right there on the deck.”
Fucking on the deck held some real appeal, until I remembered my little sister was up there. “Helli doesn’t know. About us. I-I didn’t… I was going to?—”
“It’s alright.” He kissed me briefly. “You don’t have to tell anyone.”
“No, I want to! Just…” I felt my cheeks blushing hotly. “I’m not ready to share you yet.”
Halaby kissed me again, his tongue invading as he buried a hand up into my hair. When he tugged the band out so my hair spilled down, I moaned, but when he kept tugging, I found myself whimpering as I ground my cock against his thigh. That he remembered my fetish for having my hair pulled was getting me so very hot for him.
His hands were suddenly roaming all over me like he was looking for something. A way in maybe? I reached up and detached the straps on my oilskin trousers, gave a shimmy, and let them crumple to my boots. Halaby groaned and grabbed my ass only to jerk back and look down.
“How much clothing are you wearing?” he grouched.
I laughed at him and stepped back, kicking off my boots so I could free everything else. “Did you think I’d be naked under there?”
“Yes.”
“It’s only about fifteen degrees out there right now and the water’s even colder.” I took my t-shirt off and went after my jeans next.
“Fifteen? I thought it was sixty.”
I paused to glare at him. “Halaby,” I said seriously, “you can’tlive here and use Fahrenheit or the weird measurements the Americans use. Celsius and the metric system. I mean it.”
He grinned and chuckled at me. “Yes, dear.”
Why did him calling me that send a rush of lust straight to my dick? I shucked my jeans and underwear together and then jumped into his arms. He laughed again as he caught me, his hands now full of my asscheeks just like he’d wanted. A moment of frantic kissing later and he bent, sweeping everything off the galley table so he could set me on it.
We shouldn’t do this here, but oh, when I felt him shove those Speedos out of the way to free his cock, I couldn’t quite care about stopping as he ground himself on me. Even like this, I could feel those little ridges and I so desperately wanted to feel more of them.
“Fuck me,” I begged. “Halaby,please.”
“Lube?” he asked, looking around.
