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Miami was anything but simple.Motherfucker was a biter, and I made a mess of the body because he pissed me off. Erik wasn’t too happy with me, and we had to set the place on fire, but the guy had the biggest collection of Princess Leia Pops I’ve ever seen, including a few limited-edition ones which may or may not have made it into my bag.
When Wimberley had researched him, it seemed most of the guy’s finances were on the up-and-up. When I chopped off his baby toe, however, he started blubbering about a safe full of cash. I’m no dummy, so I had him open it, and I emptied it.
The look of betrayal on his face when I still ran Erik’s curved knife across his jugular waschef’s kiss. Honestly, I don’t know what he expected after taking a chunk out of my forearm. It’s a damn good thing I’m up to date on my tetanus shots.
Bonus, we got to drop garbage bags filled with his body parts into the ocean, Dexter-style. It was a real full-circle moment for me. After, Erik and I dropped anchor and swam nude in the crystal-clear water until sunset.
Still naked and smiling, I lie on the padded bench and watch as stars appear in the evening sky above us. Erik, also naked, walks up to me, the boat’s lights casting a ridiculously huge shadow of his semi-hard cock across my belly.
Threading my fingers together behind my head, I give him a long, slow look up and down.
“Come here often?”
“Not often, but I do plan on coming here,” he says, running his fingers over my lips.
Dork.
“If this were a hentai video, you’d be the sea creature with the enormous cock taking advantage of the little human.”
“You like anime porn?” he asks, grabbing the railing as he presses his saltwater cock into my mouth.
I nod, loving how he dwarfs me, pushing inside until my comically stretched-out lips meet his soft, wiry pubes. He reaches for my dick, stroking it gingerly between his thumb and forefinger.
I lazily nurse him to match his delicate touch, each of us teasing the other enough to make us harden but not enough to make us come.
“Look how tiny and perfect your cock is compared to mine,” he purrs as he changes the angle, hitching a knee on the other side of my head to deepen his thrusts.
I drown in the pleasure of Erik’s massive thighs squeezing my skull, and he groans as he arches forward and takes my cock in his mouth. I’m sure we’re nothing like the sick, twisted, sexy monster porn we’ve apparently both gotten off on and are instead more like a hilariously hunched-over sixty-nine that would be sexy by no one’s standards. Well, save for the two men whose cocks are being sucked at the moment.
I relax my throat, letting him fully invade me, loving how his pull on mytinycock has slowly increased from teasing to just this side of too much. I let him take everything he needs from both ends, loving how he just walked up to me, expecting my mouth. Like he’s subverting everything that ever traumatized me.
In turn, his many contradictions coalesce and soften in my mind.
Maybe it’s his musk mixed with the salt air, or maybe it’s his soft grunts and the gentle ocean waves as our soundtrack, or the grounding magic of his heavy cock in my mouth, but I’m feeling philosophical about the man.
His occasional silences, deep and impenetrable, are where he retreats when the memories of his mother’s vicious words and his father’s painful fists try to drag him back to that place. His possessive, bossy ways speak to a need for control because he had to build himself back from nothing.
His insistence that we’re not fuck buddies seemed so at odds with his entire sexual history until I think about our history, his and mine. Having helped on a few rescues and lived with some of the survivors who were guests at the bunkhouse, I think I get it.
Biyu, Katrina, and Elias, just to mention a few…there was no way I could manage anything close to neutrality with them after witnessing the moment they truly understood they were safe. I illegally downloaded a Chinese social media app to follow Biyu, the little girl from a farming community who has become the Greta Thunberg of child trafficking.
Katrina, with her focus on international law, made the dean’s list and has a sweet boyfriend who was visited not too long ago by Anders and Hopper. Hell, I sobbed when Elias’s mom sent me a picture of his first day of school.
As much as I wish Erik would stop thinking of me as that terrified kid in the back of his truck, it means something to know he carries that night with him. That I wasn’t just another stray they tossed into the back of the truck and drove out to the Central Texas Hill Country.
Yeah, we were never going to be fuck buddies. Even now, his satisfied grunts aren’t from taking pleasure but from giving it. I have no doubt that he has always been an excellent lover, but something about this feels different. He feels different.
Like giving myself to him is as freeing to him as it is to me.
He pulls back to let me breathe, and that heady realization, plus the oxygen, makes my head spin. I blink up at the stars, drunk on the way they twinkle and shine.
The moment passes, and philosophy gives way to carnal need when he lowers his body, commanding my mouth all over again. I revel in the musky smell of his sac pushed up against my nose as he shivers and pulls on my balls, sucking me as if I hold the elixir to life itself…all of it swirls together, firing up the nerve pathways from my belly to my taint to my thighs.
Suddenly, as my own orgasm overtakes me, Erik’s pained shout fills my ears as his thighs squeeze around me and cum pulses down my throat.
As we spill into each other, lost and drunk and perfect, a Coast Guard horn sounds in the distance. Erik, still sucking me through my orgasm, chuckles, dripping my cum down over my balls, causing me to laugh and choke on his cum.
