Page 46 of Tide Over

I glance at the window, watching the rain stream down the glass. “Seems like a good thing.”

Theo sighs, sinking into the couch while I settle back onto the floor. Miss Bobber lifts her head to eye us both before stretching out again on Theo’s pillow with a satisfied sigh.

“To not go out in this, yeah,” he says, watching the fire grow as it casts a warm light over his face. “I’d never take my crew out in this weather.”

“So what’s the problem?” I ask, taking in the tension etched into his features.

He shakes his head with a sigh. “Tomorrow is Sunday, so no fishing. Traps are probably full now, so we’ll miss a haul, and the catches have been good. And it just sucks when my crew misses a day’s pay.”

I observe him as he gets lost to his head for a moment… always thinking of others.

“This storm came at the worst fucking time too,” he continues, frustration building in his voice. “I have so many jobs I need to finish. I’m falling behind, and now everything is going to be pushed back while people are left waiting even longer. If the power comes back on this morning, I can at least get some work done in the shop. But most of my jobs are?—"

Suddenly I reach out my hand, letting it rest just above his knee. Theo falls silent, his eyes dropping to my hand on him before lifting to meet mine.

Silence stretches out between us, the fire softly crackling as my gaze falls to his lips. The memories of last night flood my mind as I think of the way his mouth felt on mine, and how we shut out the world around us for those quiet, focused moments.

And I want that again.

I want to pull him out of his head, just like he does for me. And I want to make him feel good. I want to touch him, hold him, and stay in this moment we created for ourselves, awayfrom the stress, anxiety, and fear. The questions I’ve had about my apparent feelings towards Theo are slowly making more sense the longer we stay here, and now… I feel an intense urge to find the answer to another one.

I tug at his leg, and the corner of his lips twitch as he slides off the couch onto the floor with me.

“Would it really be so bad if you took a morning off?” I ask, looking into his eyes.

The corner of his eyes crinkle as he smiles, and I find myself tracing the freckles on his nose as they’re illuminated by the soft glow of the fire.

“I guess not,” he murmurs, his voice low as he leans in closer.

My lips press against his, and my heart stumbles at the feel of him against me. I move with him as he sinks back against the cushions and my tongue slips past his lips. And when his hands trail up my back to pull me even closer, I give in to him completely. We stay locked in a heated kiss as I take in everything about him, and I allow myself to feel the unexpected comfort and ease in his touch. With every brush of his hand against my skin and every sweep of his tongue against mine, I find myself wanting more. And before long, I feel myself hardening in my sweatpants.

The feeling of being turned on by a guy is still a foreign one, but something about being here with Theo just feels right. I’m surprised at my lack of hesitation when I pull his hips into mine as he rolls into me, and at the desperate way I want to take more from him.

But when I feel his hard cock pressed against mine, I’m suddenly very aware that I have no idea what I’m actually doing, no matter how much I want it.

He’s hard for me, I’m hard for him, and I’ve never touched a dick that wasn’t my own.

But I want to make him feel good, and I want to explore this with him.

I just hope I don’t fuck it up.

My heart thunders as I trail my lips down his neck and slide my hand under his shirt, feeling the muscles of his abs. My breath catches in my chest as I bring my hand higher over his pecs, the hard lines a complete contrast to everything I’m used to. I can feel his heart racing, and his breath quickens as I bring my lips back up to his, grabbing the hem of his shirt and pulling it up, urging him to remove it.

Theo pushes me back so he can sit up, removing his shirt in one swift motion and tossing it aside. My eyes trail over his arms and chest, and I swallow hard as I take him in. The firelight dances over his muscular torso, and I reach out to lightly trace my fingers over the soft freckles splashed over his shoulders.

When my eyes lift to meet his, my emotions reflect back at me. Heat, need, and hunger… but also uncertainty and hesitation. Neither of us have been here before, and for a moment we just stare into each other’s eyes, silently waiting for the next move.

The look in his eyes urges me to drop my hands to the hem of my t-shirt and pull it off. Theo’s eyes immediately drop to roam over my bare chest, and he takes a deep breath.

“Fuck,” he breathes.

Our lips meet again, and as his hands run over my chest, he moans softly against my lips. He lowers his head to press his lips against my chest, and a groan escapes me as I sink my fingers into his thick, wild hair, and grow impossibly harder.

Fuck… I want this. I need this.

I push him back against the cushions again and lie beside him as I push my tongue past his lips, tasting him and feeling his muscles under my touch. My hand slowly runs up his arm and down his chest and abs, as his finds the back of my headand tangles in my hair. My heart riots as my fingers reach the waistband of his sweatpants, and I pause. But only for a moment.

Theo’s breath catches and he exhales against my lips as I push my hand into his sweatpants and boxers, my fingertips grazing the head of his hard cock. But then he grips my hair tight and forcefully shoves his tongue into my mouth, giving me the permission I need to go for it.

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