Page 74 of F*ck You

“Wait,” I said, pausing his movements. Chase’s hand fell away as I moved onto my knees and splayed my fingers against Larsen’s thighs. His cock was already standing straight out, I had to give him props for even being able to move like that.

I was about to slip my lips over him when Chase held me back. “Hold on.”

With the patience to rival a saint, I waited. He readjusted me so I was on my hands and knees. “Now bend down to be mouth level with her. Then go.”

My body tingled at the authoritativeness in his voice, drowning out the natural urge my brain always had to argue after being told what to do and be the difficult person I was.

My tongue reached out to meet his tip, swirling around the top, and then I slid my lips over and sucked him in. At the same time, Chase spread my legs farther apart before guiding himself in. My eyes opened in surprise and my mouth tightened.

“Don’t surprise her too much, man,” Larsen breathed out, and then shut up when I started a low hum.

I focused on the dick in my mouth while Chase began a slow, agonizing rhythm from behind. We moved in sync with each other, rocking to the melody of the increasing storm.

Larsen’s fingers tangled in my hair, pressing my face closer and making it progressively more difficult to get him off on my own terms. Not that my movements weren’t already limited thanks to the pounding I was receiving.

My jaw started to slacken, and my control disintegrated as an orgasm began to build.

“I can’t hold on…much longer,” Larsen panted. Good, because neither could I. His hips stuttered before thrusting forward, and I swallowed him whole, sucking every last bead of cum from him I could get before pulling off and widening my mouth in a moan. Chase gave two more thrusts before joining the chorus, drowning out the pounding of the raging storm above us.

We all collapsed, and I ended up with my head resting on Larsen’s stomach while Chase rubbed a hand up and down my calves. We waited out the storm like that, and I was sure we even fell asleep for a short while. At least, I did.

When I came to, the rain had stopped falling, and I could see the clear sky through the holes in the rock ceiling. I sat up with an abruptness that startled the others awake.

“The storm’s over.” Retrieving my swimsuit bottoms, I tugged them on in a rush and moved around to collect the gear. The guys did the same, and soon we were under the water, swimming out to the other side.

My head broke the surface, and I climbed on to the large rock face and started to make my way over to where we’d left the boat, but I was stopped in my tracks by the sight in front of me, and I gasped.

“Oh, Larsen, I’m so sorry.”

The boat was still there, but it looked like it had taken a pounding. It was dented in every place imaginable, so badly in some areas that it was missing chunks, and it lay in tatters higher up on the rock. The engine was nowhere to be found as far as I could see.

“Wow,” Chase whispered as he stood on the rock beside me.

“Looks like we’ll be swimming back,” Larsen commented as he joined us, and I turned to face him with wide eyes.

“I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to ruin your boat, I’ll replace it, I promise.”

With a smile, he stepped toward me and placed a kiss to my forehead as he wrapped his arms around me, pulling me into his chest. “I don’t care about that, boats can be replaced. You guys, however, cannot. I’m glad you made it safely.”

I squeezed my arms around his middle before pulling away. We swam back to shore as quickly as we could, and the journey back was much smoother than before with the gentle waves.

When we reached the shore, we saw people appearing on the beach, sifting through the debris that was lined up all down the seashore.

“Doesn’t look like they fared too much better here,” Chase commented. “I’m actually glad we were out in that cave. From the looks of it, it was probably much safer.”

“Oh, Larsen, thank God you’re alright, I was so worried!” Giana ran up and threw her arms around him.

“Yeah, I’m fine, all thanks to Lee here, she saved my life.”

Giana’s eyes opened wide, and she let Larsen push her back and peel her arms off of him. “She did?”

I caught his eye and gave him a look that said, “Really? You’re going to lie to her?” because he was fine when I found him, but he only smiled. “She sure did. I wouldn’t be here without her.”

“Oh…” She turned to face me but couldn’t seem to find any words to say. After the moment increased into insanely awkward territory, she took a step back. “I’m glad she was brave enough to go out there and that you made it back safe.”

With a slanted smile, she turned and went to help a group of people sort through some of the wreckage littering the beach.

I thumped my hand against Larsen’s chest. “You just lied to her. You were perfectly fine and would’ve been fine if we hadn’t stolen your boat.”

He grinned. “Yeah, but she doesn’t need to know all that. As far as she can be concerned, you’re a hero.” He swung an arm around my shoulders and, with Chase’s hand in mine, we walked back to my condo and didn’t emerge until morning.

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