Hank lets out a guttural, panicked yell as he scrambles to his feet. I keep running, my legs flailing and aching as I hit the waves, but the boat curves away from the island, and it’s gone.
Tears fall down my face. “What. The. Fuck?” I ask between gasps.
Hank walks into the water and drops to his knees. “Again,” he says. “We missed rescue again.”
We turn to look at each other. Hank’s chest is wet with perspiration, and he’s got new scratches on his face.
He flops onto his back. “I’m going to need a minute to recover from this,” he says.
I walk toward shore and join beside him, lying down in the sand. The waves come to our feet, and Hank is staring straight up.
“That sucked,” I say.
“Yeah,” he agrees. Hank puts his arm around my shoulder, and our bodies slide together, finding their space.
I drag my fingers up his thigh. “Maybe I can help.”
The response coils through Hank’s body, and his cock moves, plumping as I stroke his thigh.
He turns to me. “Elliot,” he says, breathing my name.
His hand moves to my side, and I stroke up, finding his hard dick. His hand roams, too, as pressure builds behind my balls, and we turn to face each other.
Hank’s grip wraps around my erection, and I drag my palm up his thick, hard shaft.
“Don’t let the speedboat get you down,” I murmur, encouraging him as I stroke and match his pace. “You’re the big, strong, wilderness man. I know you’re going to save us.”
Hank hums under his breath, pleased. I feel his cock swelling with the compliments, so I keep going.
“You look so sexy when you’re climbing the tree, lighting the fire,” I tell him. “Burly and confident. Smart as hell.” Hank spits in his hand, and I hurriedly do the same. “You know how to keep us safe, wilderness man. And that’s why I’m going to give you and your big cock a nice, satisfying orgasm before we go back and rescue ourselves.”
Hank presses his forehead to mine, leaning as we jerk each other off. “Fuck, Elliot,” he says with a shaky breath.
Our bodies tangle together. We both lose ourselves in the frantic jerk-off session, groaning and gasping our names back and forth. When we orgasm, we finally kiss, smashing our mouths together, and I feel the scratchy drag of his beard on my stubble.
We ease back, and Hank keeps a hand on my cheek. He holds my face and looks at me for a moment before letting go, and it sends warmth tumbling through me.
I clean myself off in the ocean, very satisfied with how that went. “Alright. Recovered?”
Hank chuckles. “Something like that.”
We help each other to our feet and turn back to shore. The sky is still clear, the day heating up, and high above us, I see a jet leaving a trail.
A pleasant hum of erotic satisfaction lingers on my skin, making everything feel momentarily light, and I smile happily.
“Back to work,” Hank says with a confident nod. “It looks like the weather is clearing.”
