Page 75 of The Rising Tide
Scout wanted to devour Lucky, and apparently Lucky wanted the same thing. They ended up on their sides, faces to groins, and for a moment Lucky’s cock bobbed maddeningly away from Scout’s mouth right as Lucky closed his mouth on Scout’s cock. Scout’s vision went white with pleasure, Lucky’s hand on his hip immobilizing him so he couldn’t use Lucky’s mouth in a flurry of lust.
He shuddered as he contained the need to come without tasting Lucky first and locked his fist around Lucky’s cock, pulling it into his mouth slow and hard, plying his tongue wildly on the underside as Lucky used the same trick on him.
Lucky gasped, dropping Scout’s cock from his mouth, and Scout took over eagerly, scooting some more so that he was between Lucky’s legs, looking up into his face as his head lolled back on the pillows and his lips parted when he made tiny sounds of pleasure.
Scout took him all the way into the back of his mouth, wanting to hear those some more.
A few more of those and Lucky bent his knees and splayed his thighs, the invitation so open, naked, and erotic, that Scout absolutely had to take him up on it.
“Lube,” he gasped between sucks, holding his hand out for the pass. He took the bottle Lucky fumbled into his hand and snicked the lid open, squeezed slick onto his fingers before testing Lucky’s entrance, stretching gently. Lucky’s sex noises got louder, and Scout wiggled against the bed, his erection hard and hot and swollen. He wanted so badly, but first….
He added another finger, and Lucky managed words.
“Just… just do it, Scout,” he panted. “Please. I need you.”
And Scout left finesse and slow lovemaking for another moment. He pushed up the bed and positioned himself at Lucky’s entrance, pausing for a moment to enjoy the feel of their bare flesh pressed together and to look into Lucky’s eyes.
“I need this,” he murmured huskily. “Every day, I need you.”
“Me too.”
Scout took his mouth then before thrusting slowly in.
Lucky groaned, greedy, and spread his legs even farther, pulling them up so Scout had the perfect angle. Scout slid inside all the way, and they both groaned, because it was like coming home.
“Now,” Lucky ordered. “Now.”
Ah! When would Scout get tired of this? At ninety? A hundred? When did the waves get tired of rocking and receding against the shore? Every thrust was wonder, and every withdrawal was need, and he did it again and again and again and again….
“Touch me,” Lucky begged, arching his cock against Scout’s abdomen, and Scout reached down between them and stroked in time to his thrusts.
Lucky seemed to hold his breath, and then he gasped, his mouth opened as if to cry out, although he made no sound.
“Ahhhhh…,” he breathed, and his back arched, his chest pulled up by the sheer force of his orgasm. His body gripped Scout in a clench of iron, and Scout’s eyes rolled back in his head, all of the business reduced to the roar of the ocean as he came.
He collapsed against Lucky, hips still thrusting, and Lucky made a soft, happy moan of completion.
“Someday I want to top,” he mumbled.
“Sure,” Scout agreed. “But you gotta speak up. I want you all the time. That was… that was….”
“Magic.”
“Well, we oughta know,” Scout agreed, pushing up on his elbows to kiss Lucky’s forehead.
“Trust me,” Lucky said. “I know.”
TRUE TOKayleigh’s prediction, they both slept some more, but eventually they rolled out of bed and showered and made coffee and then talked some more about the day before.
“So how do we fix it?” Lucky asked broodingly over his coffee. He’d taken it hot that morning, with lots of cream and sugar but definitely hot. “We know that the big presence is grief, and we know that Tom and Henry need to be brought together, but there’s a couple more mysteries in that soul trap.”
“True,” Scout agreed. He’d showered and put some of Lucky’s product on his hair so it didn’t look so much like a wavy brown dandelion, but even with it slicked back to his shoulders, he looked sleepy and tousled and well sexed.
Lucky had done that. He’d made Scout well sexed. It was something of an accomplishment. Lucky was gonna enjoy it.
“We still don’t know what will happen to the island’s equilibrium once we do fix it,” Lucky said, worried. “I mean, Ilikeit as a haven now. Ilikethe fact that it’s the tourist trap that keeps its secrets. I don’t want to wreck that.”
“Hey,” Scout murmured. “Have a little faith, all right? Remember—nothing good ever happens by letting spirits fester in pain.”
