Page 12 of Actions and Reactions
When he does open his eyes, my hand’s rhythm falters from the impact. I recover quickly, and begin to move it faster, squeeze us harder. The heat of us is better than anything I’ve ever felt, and I want him to feel every inch of my dick pressed to his. I want to see him come for me.
“You like that, Si?” I don’t know how I manage to get the words out.
He wets his lips and shifts his head in a barely there nod, but his eyes keep holding mine hostage.
“I wanna come, Vinny.” His whisper comes out tortured, and I can’t take it.
Part of me wants to drag it out, gather all my self-control—what there is of it—and make this last longer, but there’s no way I can resist him.
I twist my hand just so with every pass over our red tips, and lean down just a little bit more. I can barely reach his lower lip with the tip of my tongue, but I try, and damn, he gives me all I want when he stretches up and grabs the sides of my head to kiss me back.
He invades my mouth with a new determination, his tongue massaging mine expertly enough that I moan into the kiss, and after another hard stroke I spill all over him.
I throw my head back as much as I can with him still holding on tight, and he goes right for my throat, licking teasingly under my ear.
“Si,” I moan loudly as the delicious warmth of my orgasm spreads to my limbs. I somehow keep my hand moving, and each pass of my hand is smoother thanks to my cum.
The thought that I’m marking his cock is erotic enough to have me moaning again, and the next second he groans against my skin and I feel his release coat my hand too.
I take a couple of minutes to get my breath back, and all those seconds I can’t bear to open my eyes.
I just want to keep feeling Si’s panting breaths against my skin. His kisses left the side of my neck just wet enough that each burst of air cools the spot.
It feels like a brand, and I don’t want it to go away.
I don’t want to have to clean up and shuffle back.
I don’t want Si to tell me he regrets this or that it was a mistake.
I don’t want to say a single word, and I definitely don’t want to hear a syllable from him.
“That was incredible.”
Unless it’sthosewords.
Okay, if he’s not going to want to take it back, then I might be able to function again, maybe even act like a decent human being. Especially if his voice keeps coming out so gravelly.
It’s damn sexy.
I finally open my eyes and look down at him. It takes him a second but he looks up, and the way the slowly darkening sky makes his eyes seem a darker shade of blue reminds me where we are, and that in theory, anyone could’ve seen us.
Of course this dock is just a little less secluded than ours, in a cove at the lake, so the chances of other vacationing humans seeing us are slim, but still...
“Come on, let’s go home,” I whisper.
He agrees only with a nod.
I climb off his lap and take off my shirt to clean up my dick, then ask with a glance, and again he just nods, so I clean him up too.
I can feel his gaze on my face but don’t dare look at him until we’re both standing. The thought of taking his hand flits through my mind, but I push it away and reach down to grab the almost-full bottle of Dad’s vodka.
I think he’ll be glad we didn’t finish it, since he always drinks a glass after dinner, but I still hope he’s sulking about me taking it tonight.
They have some nerve—Uncle Paul, Aunt Elle, Mom, and Dad.
I really can’t figure out what their deal is, why they think it’s okay to butt into our issues now.
But I’m not going to think about thoseissuesnow, not for a few hours if I’m lucky.
