Page 48 of Tide Over

“Oh my god,” I groan as he jerks me through my release, cum coating my abs.

Eventually I release my grip on him, and he removes his hand from my cock as he falls onto his back beside me.

“Fuck,” I pant, my breaths heavy as I come down from a pretty fucking intense high.

“Yeah,” he says with a light chuckle.

We lie here in silence for a few moments, staring up at the ceiling, naked and covered in cum, listening to the rain and wind outside, and the warm crackling fire inside.

“Maybe we’re tied now,” I say, breaking the silence.

He turns his head to look at me. “What?”

I roll my head to meet his gaze with a soft smirk. “I’m clearly the better fisherman. But you… you can suck cock really well.”

Theo huffs with a smile, shaking his head as he turns to look up at the ceiling again. “I’ll still be catching more fish than you next time.”

I smile, my eyes tracing the outline of his face in the dim firelight. “Does that mean I need to suck your cock?”

He turns to me again, eyes sparkling. “If you think you can rise to the challenge, I wouldn’t complain.”

I chuckle, and we both fall into comfortable silence once again as we watch the fire and listen to the rain.

“She slept through that whole thing,” Theo says.

We both turn to look at Miss Bobber, sound asleep on the pillow beside me.

I huff out a laugh, lifting my hand to rub a finger over her little paw. “Thank god.”

NINETEEN

The smellof coffee greets me as I descend the stairs and pull a clean shirt over my head. The power is still out, so I had to clean off the evidence of mine and Liam’s morning with a cold shower, shivering through every second. We set a pot of water on the wood stove to boil for coffee, and it smells like Liam’s already got it brewing.

I enter the living room and see Liam standing by the glass door to the front deck, staring out at the rain falling in relentless sheets, and the gloomy, oppressive grey clouds that hang low over the angry ocean. The muted morning light barely touches his face, but I can tell he’s miles away and lost to his thoughts. The raging storm outside seems to mirror something inside him, and he looks weighed down by something heavy.

He turns to look at me as I step closer, and he quickly offers me a small smile. But it looks forced.

Panic settles as I take in the drastic shift in him, the Liam standing before me nothing like the one from the cushions in front of the fire just minutes earlier.

“You ok?” I ask hesitantly.

Thoughts and questions swirl in my mind as I look into his eyes, and I try not to give them any attention. But I can’t help it. Hetoldme he wanted it. But now… maybe he has regrets.

Fuck.

Liam just nods, but nothing about him looks like he’s ok. The familiar sadness that’s always present in him, the one he managed to escape last night and this morning, is back. And it seems stronger than ever.

I try to swallow down my fear and accept that maybe this was all just too good to be true.

“If you didn’t want to do that…” I trail off, my anxiety rising as I replay everything about this morning in my mind, wondering if I somehow forced him into any of it.

But he initiated it.

And he seemed to like it…

I sucked his fucking dick.

Jesus Christ.

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