His head snapped up at that, and he looked angry.
“Nothing that helps keep you safe is awaste of time,Finn,” he said. His voice was low, and there was no amusement in his tone.
I laughed nervously and rubbed the back of my neck. “Wow, didn’t know you cared,” I said, grinning at him awkwardly.
His expression darkened further, and I felt a rush of pins and needles through my body. When he looked at me like that, the feelings I was always trying to repress around him tended to come flooding back to the surface. My skin suddenly felt hot, and it had nothing to do with the sun.
“Of course I care, Finn,” he murmured, his voice so soft, it was almost drowned out by the distant crash of waves.
“You do?” I asked, my own voice suddenly small and shaky. His eyes were glued to mine, and the tension between us mounted.
His mouth parted, and for a second, I thought he was going to give me the affirmation I desperately craved, but he blinked, and suddenly, the moment was gone.
“I’ll wax your boards for you if it’s a sensory thing. I’ll do it while you eat breakfast so you don’t get antsy,” he said gruffly and went back to work, leaving me feeling dizzy and off-center.
Alexa Play: The Wave by Colouring
It was Wednesday, which was my favorite day of the week because it was always an active rest day. Every Wednesday, I would rush outside after breakfast to find Riddick waiting by my usual longboard/yoga mat combo, and he would coach me through a class. Yoga was always followed by freestyle surfing together, and it was always the closest I ever got to seeing him smile.
Though Riddick didn’t touch me anymore during our yoga sessions, I still almost always ended up getting turned on. His deep, growly voice ordering me to move myself in all kinds of compromising positions was like the ultimate edging. It was almost hotter when he wasn’t touching me because I could always feel his eyes on me the whole time Ihad my ass in the air.
It didn’t help that he seemed incapable of not staring at my cock every time it inevitably got hard. The way he would lick his lips and shamelessly allow his gaze to rake over my body was so erotic that it almost made me angry.
Heclearlywanted me as much as I wanted him, and seeing the evidence of that on his face felt like an insult for some reason.
However, I was too obsessed with him to say anything about it, and by the time we finished our surf sesh in the afternoon and spent the evening cooking together, that frustrated, angry feeling always seemed to melt away.
Also, I always seemed to wake up on Thursday mornings covered in my own cum. It was my fault, really. After yoga days, I knew I should really relieve myself in the shower before bed. But the little game Riddick had played with me in the beginning had given me a taste for delayed gratification.
Besides, I found that I almost always dreamed of Riddick if I didn’t touch myself on active rest days. These dreams manifested every Wednesday night like clockwork, and they were always the same. He would stand over me in my room and leave feather-light touches on my cock until I came.
In my dreams, he always handled me with such care and whispered gentle words of praise that some deep, insecure part of me needed to desperately hear.
‘You’re such a sweet boy. Look at you, all hard and needy. Give me that sweet cum, beautiful.’
‘Fuck, Finn. You’re so gorgeous. You going to come for me, gorgeous?’
His imagined words would swirl through my mind the following day, leaving me feeling light and buzzing with dopamine. What I wouldn’t give to hear him speak to me like that in real life.
Though, no matter how hard I tried to sway him, he kept up his stone-cold ruse under the pretense that he was doing it for my benefit. Which I hated.
However, today was different.
I burst out, ready for my weekly edging, I mean,yogasession, to find that there was no longboard/mat combo waiting for me.
Riddick was finishing up waxing one of my shortboards.
“No yoga today?” I asked, somehow feeling both weirdly relieved and disappointed. As much as I loved it, I was getting sick of it never amounting to anything.
Something needed to give soon, or I was going to snap.
“No. Today, we’re doing something else.”
I perked up at this, excited.
“What?”
“We’re going to Leviathans.”
