Page 49 of Starfish and Coffee
Kissing in the sunshine, alone, with nothing but ocean surrounding them was addictive. Matt pushed his mask up and then opened to the push of Alex’s tongue into his mouth.
He was still breathing hard and heavy after the dive. Matt should probably be focusing on his oxygen-deprived lungs, but he needed Alex just a little more than the air. His cock was already hard, pushing against his swimming trucks insistently.
Alex broke away, now as winded as Matt. The kiss had stolen his breath in a way the ocean couldn’t. “You ever do it on a boat?”
Matt had done it on a yacht belonging to the CEO of a popular clothing line on a trip to Bimini last year. The guy had practically shoved his daughter in Matt’s lap while he wined and dined Matt’s uncle. Matt spent one entire afternoon in the master bedroom with her. She was wild and free. One of those girls who didn’t want more than a one-night stand. Before now it was one of his more favorite memories. Now it didn’t feel like it counted at all. She was fun, but she wasn’t Alex.
“No.” Matt grinned. “Wanna help me remedy that?”
Alex’s smile broadened. His light hair was plastered to his head. His lips were tinged blue either from diving deeper into the cooler waters or the lack of oxygen. He had a ring around his face from the mask and he’d never looked more handsome than he did right at that moment.
They both swam to the boat, and Alex pulled off his fins, tossing them one at a time onto the deck. Then he climbed on board and put his speargun aside before he reached over the edge for Matt’s gun, taking care with the fish Matt had caught.
Matt pulled off his fins and mask and then crawled back onto the boat while Alex stored the fish inside the cooler.
“We’re maxed out on grouper. We could catch one more snapper, but I’d rather go for that marlin. Wanna eat lunch and then go trolling? Catch the white whale? I’ve never gotten a marlin, and I’ve been deep-sea fishing since I was six.”
“But you said today was your day.” Matt walked over to where Alex was still bent over the large cooler. He leaned into him, pressed his bare chest against Alex’s slick, cut back, and wrapped an arm around his waist. He nuzzled his face into the curve of Alex’s neck. “When does the fucking fit into your schedule?”
Alex turned in his arms and fisted Matt’s hair with both hands. The kiss was hard and aggressive. His tongue pushed into Matt’s mouth, forcing him to take what he was giving. When they connected, everything else faded to the background, the breeze against Matt’s chilled, wet skin, the gentle rocking of the boat, the smell of freshly caught fish. Nothing mattered but the hot rush of pleasure that spiraled through Matt’s bloodstream.
Alex ended up taking Matt bent over the side of the boat, with both of them still wet. As he spread his knees wide on one of the padded benches Matt never once felt cold. He looked down to the ocean with his wet hair dripping into his eyes and Alex’s cock pushing into his ass without any prep because they’d been too desperate to bother with more than a condom smeared with lube.
He hissed past the sting, but then Alex’s cock breached the tight ring of muscle and the addictive white-hot sensation washed over Matt, making his neck burn and his dick jerk from the pleasure. Matt dropped his head in submission as he closed his eyes against the vision of the sun glimmering on the water and just let himself feel Alex own him.
Matt savored every inch of the claiming as Alex pushed deeper until he was buried in Matt all the way to the base. Then Alex fisted Matt’s hair, jerking his head back, and nipped at the curve of his neck.
“God, I fucking live to be in you like this.” Alex panted, his breath warm against Matt’s wet skin. “Do you know how much I love you under me?”
“Yeah, I know.” Matt grunted when Alex grabbed his hip, pulling Matt tighter against him. “Christ, will you hurry up and actually fuck me?”
“Bossy,” Alex growled and then bit at a tender spot harder than usual. “You’re not in charge right now, Matty.”
No, he wasn’t and that was exactly how he liked it. Topping Alex was nice sometimes, but it was rare for them. For the first time in his life, Matt could just lie back and let someone else be in control, and it never stopped being a novelty. Now more than ever it turned him on as he knelt on the bench remembering Alex underwater like a god of the sea.
He reached down to fist his cock when he thought about it, but Alex grabbed his hand before he could get more than a few strokes in. He wrenched Matt’s arm behind his back, holding it there as he pulled out and thrust back in hard to make his point.
Matt didn’t struggle to break free. He just let Alex pin him down and fuck him, taking what he wanted while preventing Matt from touching himself to help things along. Forcing Matt to get off from nothing but the feel of Alex’s cock thrusting in and out in hard, dominating strokes prolonged the sex to the point they were both past words and shaking with the need to come.
Matt honestly thought it was going to be impossible. He was suspended in that wonderfully torturous place where his balls were tight, and the pleasure was so intense he felt it all the way down to his toes, but there wasn’t that final push that threw him over the edge. He was just about to jerk his arm out of Alex’s steely grasp and ruin the high by stroking his dick until he came, but it turned out he didn’t have to.
Alex put his knee up on the seat, changing the angle of his thrusts. The next hard stroke hit Matt in a way that forced the ecstasy to slam into him. He started coming without warning, the pleasure emerging from that deeper place only Alex could tap, overwhelming Matt with the force of bliss that lasted longer and felt so good his dick started hurting when it began to subside.
“Shit,” Alex choked when his orgasm hit.
He freed Matt’s wrist to wrap his arm around him as he rode out the storm of his release, his hips jerking against Matt’s over and over, sending little aftershocks of pleasure reverberating through Matt.
When it was over, the two of them untangled and forgot about lunch to go swimming. Only this time they left the bathing suits behind. In the light of day it was so freeing to go skinny-dipping with Alex. Especially when they spent most of the time treading water and making out.
Breathless from kissing, Alex slipped out of Matt’s arms to suddenly dive beneath the surface without explanation. Matt swam up to the swimming platform on the back of the boat and used it as leverage to look into the crystal water below to see Alex moving deeper easily without fins or a mask.
Matt admired Alex for the few minutes it took for him to cool off and when Alex did finally break the surface again, he was far more breathless than he would be if he’d been swimming with fins. His chest heaved as he swam up to the swimming platform and then wrapped his arms around Matt. He rested his cheek against Matt’s bare shoulder, using him like a big floating device.
“Holly thinks I should tell you I love you,” Alex whispered once he caught his breath. “At a time when it actually counts.”
Matt’s chest tightened, and he had to clear his throat. “Now would probably count.”
Alex reached up and brushed at Matt’s wet hair; then he pushed up and whispered into his ear, “I love you, Matty.”
