Page 52 of Say Uncle

We heard Cass shout, and Nicky cry out, and I knew they’d found their bliss. “You hear that? You’re next. I want you to come before I do.”

“You do?” He sounded surprised.

“This is the one and only time, Mattie-boy.” My hips snapped against his ass, hard. “The orgasm from having your dick sucked feels different from coming when you have a dick in your ass. It’s a little more intense. I want you to know what that feels like.”

Reaching underneath him, I stroked his cock as I fucked into him, pushing him along. I rode Mattie’s ass harder, and I knew when he got close because his arms collapsed, and his chest hit the cushion.

“Sammmm,” he cried, clenching his ass tight as he pulsed thick ropes of cum into my hand. “Fuckkkkk.”

“That’s it, baby, ride it out. Don’t that cock feel good in your ass?”

“Like fucking heaven.”

It didn’t take long for me to catch up with him. A few more thrusts and I emptied my balls inside his ass. Leaning over his back, I rumbled, “Feel that? That’s my cum in you, marking you from the inside out. You’re mine now, Mattie-boy.Myboy.”

Mattie collapsed on the cushion, and my weight came down on top of him. “That sounds fucking perfect, sir.Yourboy.”

CHAPTER SIXTEEN

There was a named hurricane off the coast, just miles away from Bermuda, which was where our next charter was scheduled. Needless to say, our guests canceled, which meant we had twelve days to ourselves with no plans.

Sam was going out of his mind with the idea of almost two weeks without anything to do to occupy him. The fridge was stocked, the yard looked immaculate, we were caught up on laundry, and we’d only been home for one day.

“I gotta get out of here.”

“Where are you going?” I asked.

“Not me,we. Pack your bags like we’re going on a charter.”

“Are we?”

“Gonna take a little vacation. Skirt around the tip of Florida and hit the West Coast, near Sanibel andCaptiva Islands. We should be blocked by most of the winds on that side, and maybe we can enjoy some fishing and snorkeling.”

“Should I call the guys?”

“Of course. Did you think I was leaving without them?”

My first thought was that it would be nice if maybe we could, once in a while, but my second thought was followed quickly by thinking of how excited Nicky would be to explore a new island, and how Cass would want to try the fishing over there, and I realized I couldn’t leave without them either. I would miss them too much.

Without the added responsibility and stress of working and caring for guests, we were free to relax and be lazy. And I could take all the pictures I wanted, not to mention the sex. After our last charter, it was all I could think about. All the things Sam had yet to teach me that I was desperate to experience.

I was so grateful I’d waited for the right guy—or guys. I was almost certain ninety-eight percent of men didn’t have a first experience like I had.

We boarded the Harlowe Two later that evening, and set sail for the West Coast. When we rounded the tip of Florida, or as Sam called it, Florida’s cock head, Nicky started up with his nerd-a-thon.

“We’re about to cross it!” Nicky squealed.

“Cross what, baby?” Cass asked.

“The dividing line between the Atlantic and theGulf! It’s actually two different colored waters. You can see it clearly in pictures, but I’m not sure if you can see it up close. I guess we’ll find out. Should I make a wish or something as we cross over?” he asked excitedly.

“Sure, sweetheart, you can wish for whatever you want.” Cass ruffled his wavy hair.

He crossed both fingers and his fucking knees, scrunched his eyes closed, chanting out loud, “I wish to fill my punch card before we get home. I wish to fill my punch card before we get home.”

“I don’t think it comes true if you say it out loud,” I pointed out, just to tease him.

He stuck his tongue out at me. Like a first grader, he stuck his fucking tongue out. I mimicked him, giving as good as I got. For once, instead of working as we sailed, I was sitting on the sunbed with my feet kicked up, a cool drink in my hand.

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