HARBOR: Beards & Bondage

by Rebekah Weatherspoon

  I fight to keep my eyes on him, fight to roll my hips against the sensation, but both are impossible. I whimper, making the most pathetic noise, and almost beg Vaughn to get on with it. I remember what Shaw said, remember that they have this under control. There’s no need to rush this, even though the only thing I want in this world is Vaughn’s cock inside of me. He doesn’t make me wait much longer. I open my eyes again as he prods at my entrance, which is now dripping with arousal. I watch, biting the tip of my tongue as he pushes his way into me, inch by gloriously thick inch. Everything on Vaughn is in proportion to his impressive height. I don’t think I’ll be able to take it all. Doesn’t mean I don’t want him to try.

  Shaw settles back into his chair and watches as Vaughn pumps in and out of my desperate pussy. It’s hard for me to breathe in this position, with my legs trapping my breasts practically against my chin, but I can’t remember a time I’ve been so turned on. I can’t remember a time I’ve wanted to come so badly and wanted a man to keep fucking me all afternoon long. And I don’t want him to look away. I want him to enjoy this as much as I am, as much as I think Vaughn is too.

  “How does that pussy feel? She’s nice and warm, isn’t she?” Shaw says.

  “Yeah,” Vaughn groans as his head falls back.

  “You should give it a taste,” Shaw says. “See how it feels on your tongue.”

  Vaughn doesn’t skip a beat. Just slides out of me and in the next second, he’s bent over with his tongue inside me. He’s pushed my knees up even more, using his grip on my thighs for balance. It’s too much sensation. His mouth moving over my gaping slit, my breasts squeezing against my legs. I’m gasping for air before the orgasm hits. And during? I black out. When I can hear and see again, Vaughn’s pushing his cock back inside me. Shaw is saying something about how they should add my pussy to the menu. How there should always be a mouth on me at all times.

  It’s too much. Too fucking much. I come again at Vaughn’s rhythmic stroking. His thick head pounding against all the perfect places inside my aching cunt. Through my blurred vision, I see Shaw sit up and kiss Vaughn deep. I watch, my eyes focusing in on the way their tongues move together and I can’t handle it anymore. I slam my hips down, rocking myself hard as hell against Vaughn’s strokes. He breaks their kiss, sensing what I really want. His fingers go to my clit as he starts fucking me hard and faster than before.

  I grab his wrist, digging into his skin with my manicured nails, as I squirt all over his lap, all over the beach towel. I’m not sure how close the neighbors are, but I hope they can’t hear me coming. Vaughn lets out a deep grunt of his own and I feel his erection jerk as he fills the condom. A sick part of me wishes he wasn’t wearing one. I’m that keyed up. That high on the orgasms that are still rippling through me. I want to know what it’s like for him and Shaw to fill me up. I want to stick my fingers in my cum-filled cunt and just live in that moment. I keep that to myself, though, as Vaughn slowly pulls out and gently eases my legs back down.

  Shaw comes closer and helps me sit all the way up in my beach chair. I catch a glimpse of Vaughn as he takes off the condom and drops it in a recycled CVS bag he has in his backpack. I like that they don’t litter.

  “How you feeling, little thing?” Shaw asks me as he rubs my legs all the way to my toes.

  I just smile and give him a thumbs up.

  “Come with me.”

  I let Shaw help me up to my wobbly feet and stand there, my eyes only half open as he fixes my bathing suit, adjusting the ties behind my neck and covering my sloppy, wet pussy again with my bikini bottoms. My ribs are a little sore and my thighs are letting me know that I need to spend way more time stretching. I can’t bring myself to care, though. I feel amazing.

  “Can your hair get wet?” He asks.

  I shake my head. “Not with salt water.” My braids are actually a lace front that cost me half a kidney. I’d rather not have to do a full wig wash routine. I’m still riding a sex high, but I’m not that out of it.

  “Cool. Come on.” He walks me down to the water and I realize how hot I am before the cool waves even hit our toes. We’ve been in the shade, but it’s beyond warm out and we’ve worked up quite a sweat. June weather on the Cape is no joke. “Water’s cold, but you’ll get used to it. Just stick with me.”

  I let out a little yelp as he tows me into the light waves. It’s cold as fuck, but Vaughn was right. It only takes my body a second to adjust and then all I can focus on is how refreshing it is. We wade out until the water is almost chest high and then Shaw pulls me to him, grips my ass and hoists me up. I wrap my legs around his waist, my still-humming pussy pressing up against his rock-hard abs. I look into his dark brown eyes as he scans my face. I see a now shirtless Vaughn out of the corner of my eye, making his way for us. I turn and look at him as he rubs his fingers gently down my back.

  “Tell me something I’ll hate about you both,” I say.

  Vaughn lets out a sputtering laugh. “Why?”

  “Because I need a reason not to come back. If this is what it’s like with you two, quality beach dick and amazing food, I may quit my job and see if Shaw needs a full-time wood apprentice.”

  “Wood apprentice, huh? Is that a real position?” Shaw asks.

  “Something I made up. You show me how to whittle and then I spend all night riding that wood.”

  “Well, now we know something bad about you,” Shaw replies. “You’re corny as hell.”

  “Oh, it gets way worse. Trust me. Where’s the dog?” I ask.

  “He’s down there,” Vaughn nods. I look down the beach and, sure enough, Roger is having a grand old time running in out of the waves with a piece of driftwood hanging out of his mouth.

  “We’ll stay down here a while then head back and chill until dinner,” Shaw says as he gives my ass a little squeeze under the water.

  “And tonight?” I ask, thinking about what it would be like to take them both at the same time.

  “Tonight we’ll see how much more you can handle,” he says.

  The sun beats down on the three of us as the waves ripple around us. The smell of the salt, the sand and Vaughn’s sunscreen. I can’t imagine a more perfect day.

  Nine

  Vaughn

  “Here’s what the fuck I don’t get,” Shaw says as we walk back up the path. He’s walking in front of Brooklyn and I, with Roger leading us all like he’s our guide. “How is Captain American’s shield made of vibranium and he’s got all this super strength? If he throws that thing, it’s cutting motherfuckas in half. They always play it like you’d just get the wind knocked out of you. You’d be dead and in separate pieces.”

  “Something tells me you can’t get away with PG ratings by chopping people in half,” Brooklyn laughs. “Not really Disney’s style.”

  “Why not!” he shouts sarcastically.

  “He’s technically not Captain American anymore. Maybe Sam will do the right thing and use the shield to really murder some people,” I say.

  “We don’t need another Black man getting arrested, even if he’s doing the right thing. I just want one henchman to walk over and say ‘oh shit, he’s dead and his legs are over there.’”

  “What I don’t like is how these movies do Thor,” Brooklyn says. “Forget the fact that fandom acts like Hemsworth isn’t fine as fuck, but Thor is a literal god and I have to spend, like, ten movies watching him play third fiddle to Tony Stark’s bro quips. Pass!”

  I hear a chirp then and immediately know the sound. “Shaw. Your phone.”

  “Ah shit.” He stops on the path and pulls his cell out of his backpack. “Fuck, I missed a call. There was a problem with Wilson's delivery.” He starts to turn, but hesitates, his fingers flying across his screen.

  “Go,” I tell him. He kisses me on the lips and then Brooklyn on the cheek before he turns and runs back to the house. Roger runs after him. He doesn’t want us to leave Brooklyn alone while we’re sorting this all out, but I got it from here.


  “He sent this table that seats twenty-eight people to Vermont and he knew they were going to have a hard time reassembling it, but his contact was confident they had it.”

  “Clearly they don’t,” she replies.

  “Wanna join me in the outdoor shower?” I ask when we reach the rinse shower installed in the backyard.

  “Ooh, an outdoor shower sounds amazing. Let’s do it.” We’d spent most of the afternoon on the beach. In and out of the water, tossing random shit for Roger to play with and watching Brooklyn closely for any signs of a come down. She was handling things well, but that didn’t mean she wouldn’t have an unexpected reaction or be overwhelmed later on. Of course, we would give her her privacy if she asked, but it was never a good idea to just dump someone alone with their feelings after their first threesome with a new Dom and their submissive.

  I also know this wouldn’t be the best time for me to be alone. I’m trying not to dull my response to Brooklyn, but it’s difficult. When the time is right, I’ll explain it to her in a way that won’t scare the shit out of her. My initial instincts are usually spot on when it comes to my own feelings. It takes me between five and ten minutes to decide how I feel about someone and that rarely changes.

  I explained this to Shaw years ago. He was skeptical at first, but after a while he started to trust my instincts and to pay closer attention to the little things people did and said to reveal parts of their personality. Negative self-talk, unchecked confidence or humble selflessness. People usually give that shit up right away, but you have to pay attention and you have to remove your own feelings.

  I had tried for a long time not to think about how my instincts had failed me with Corrine. Finally, I was able to forgive myself and let the past be the past. Brooklyn had been right all those months ago. I wanted to talk to Corrine. I wanted an explanation. An apology and a chance to apologize, but that wasn’t going to happen.

  All I could do was move forward, keep Shaw close and not murder Roger for his many attempts to ruin my breakfast. I’m still moving forward, that’s the plan. Somehow being with Shaw lately though has felt like standing still. Like he’s afraid to make any sudden moves, like we both are. But now Brooklyn is here and I can tell we both like her. I’m not sure what that means for us, for me.

  We walk to the back of the house and set our things down on the benches Shaw built a few years ago.

  “This is so fancy. Like an old-timey spa. How did Shaw find this house?”

  “Just popped up on the market at the right time. The previous owner liked the idea of him making furniture out in the barn, so he sold it to Shaw without fielding any other offers.”

  “Wow. That’s amazing. And you just come out on the weekends?” She asks as she turns on the water. She jerks her hand back and I’m sure it’s freezing cold.

  “Yeah. Unless work gets in the way, I head out here most Friday nights and stay through the weekend. When Shaw isn’t busy with a piece, he’ll come into Boston and stay with me or visit with my mom.”

  “That sounds nice.” She freezes, her mouth hanging open a little, as I take off my swim trunks. I hold them under the slowly warming spray and ring them out before I lay them on the metal railing. “Everything okay?”

  “Yeah, sorry. You were literally inside me two hours ago and I’m still shocked by your nudity.”

  “You want me to put my suit back on?”

  “No, no. you’re fine. I’m just—I’m a little off kilter,” she says with a nervous laugh. She reaches behind her neck and unties her bikini top before stepping out of her bottoms. I watch her, trying not to drool over her luscious curves, as she moves by me to rinse her bathing suit and hang it beside mine on the railing. She steps under the spray, careful not to get her braids wet.

  “What’s throwing you off?” I ask gently.

  “I almost said that I shouldn’t say it, but I guess I’d be violating that whole honesty rule I threw down.”

  Brooklyn came her face off down at the beach and didn’t hesitate letting me and Shaw hold her for nearly half an hour after it was done. I didn’t think for a moment that maybe she hadn’t enjoyed herself or maybe we’d thrown too much at her too soon. Maybe she wasn’t feeling any of this.

  “What’s on your mind?” I ask, keeping my tone casual. She grabs my hand and pulls me under the water with her. Her hand goes to my chest and she lightly traces the fraternity brand on my pec.

  “I’m having the best time I’ve had in awhile.” She’s looking down at her feet when she utters the words.

  “Is that a bad thing?” I lightly tuck my finger under her chin and encourage her to look up at me. She does without hesitation, but I see something in her big brown eyes. She’s sad again and that shit doesn’t sit right with me.

  “Damn, you’re tall,” she says as she rests her chin against my chest.

  “It comes in handy when you need me to reach for things. Trust me.”

  “I bet. Anyway, I was just thinking about how I’m going to feel when I go home. Like, the return to reality will be the biggest letdown.”

  “I don’t like leaving here either,” I say.

  “Right, but it’s different for you.”

  I take her gently by her shoulders, turning her around before I pull her back against my chest. I wrap my arms around her and she reaches up and wraps her fingers around my forearms. A moment later, I feel her lips brush against my skin. I can't resist the temptation to lean down and press a kiss to her temple. Her chest rises and falls as she lets out a deep sigh. I’ll stand like this for the rest of the afternoon if she needs me to.

  “How is it different?” I ask.

  “Because you know you’ll be back in five days. You know Shaw will be here waiting for you.”

  “No, I don’t,” I say bluntly.

  Brooklyn spins around and takes a step back. “Vaughn. I’m sorry. I didn’t—”

  “No, you’re good. I’m just saying. We aren’t promised tomorrow. Not saying there’s another stalker with an itchy trigger finger out there. But what if I get in a car accident? What if Shaw is in his workshop alone and hurts himself? What if he decides he just doesn’t want to fuck with me anymore? What if I decided this situation isn’t for me anymore?” I don’t like to think about any of these things too much, but it’s the truth.

  “You’re right.”

  “I take what time I can with him and that’s all I can do. You should do the same thing. Do you like being here with us?”

  “I do. A lot. I’m having the time of my fucking life. And please don’t tell my sister that, ’cause going upstate to her house is fun and all, but it’s not quite like this.”

  “I promise not to contact your sister. I like having you here and I know Shaw does too. If you want to come hang out with us some weekends, then let’s keep doing that.”

  “Yeah,” she says.

  “There’s more.”

  “Of course there’s more. Do you see me? Do you see this face? Do you see all these emotions?”

  I laugh as I smooth my hands over her shoulders again. She relaxes into my touch as I massage her skin. “Tell me, tell us, when you’re ready.”

  “I will. And what about you? You seem to be handling all this perfectly well. Please tell me you’re struggling with all kinds of difficult emotions your therapist will love to hear about later.”

  “You know I am, but I’m trying to take things slow. In the name of honesty, I don’t want to scare you. I can come on a little strong sometimes. It’s why I feel more comfortable letting Shaw lead.”

  “What do you mean?”

  “I’m very… decisive.”

  “In what way?”

  “I know what I want and what I don’t. Once my mind is made up, it’s made up. Obviously, if I’m given new information, I can adjust accordingly.”

  “So, why do you have to give the reins over to Shaw? There’s nothing wrong with being decisive.”

  “Because sometimes it turns people off. Shaw is more p
atient with that kind of thing. He’s got his own intense way about him, but he seems to have control acting on how he feels.”

  “Is that why you came to the funeral alone?” she asks.

  “Yeah. It’s why I went to Corrine’s service alone, too. He knew we shouldn’t, but I’d made up my mind that I was going to try and pay my respects to her mother. Didn’t work out that way, though.”

  “Okay. So what decisive thing are you holding back from me?” she asks.

  “That I could see myself loving you very easily.”

  “Shaw said you were quite the lover. He said your heart can seat twenty-eight, easily.”

  “He’s not wrong.”

  “And how do you feel about that?” she asks. She steps out of the spray and I notice she’s shivering even though I’m pretty warm. I cut off the water and wrap her in one of our beach towels.

  “Thank you.”

  “Let’s go inside.” I grab the rest of her things and let her lead the way. She encourages me to keep going once we’re back in the kitchen.

  “Finish what you were saying. About your max capacity for love.”

  “It’s like this. Some people—actually most people—are looking for one person to love. I’m sure plenty of people would like a wide variety of people to fuck, but most of us are looking for that special someone to love.”

  “Right.”

  “I don’t know if it’s my mental wiring or if I have some sort of weird reverse grinch heart.” She smiles at that. “But I met Shaw and I loved him as much as he could stand it.”

  “And then what?”

  “I felt like I genuinely had the output to cover four more people. At first I thought it was actually a phase , but now I see that being polyamorous is really important to me.”

  “Have you guys ever thought about having kids? Legit question. Wouldn’t solve the poly problem at all, but you seem like one hell of a nurturer.”

  “We have and we might one day. For now, things are the way they are.”

  “Okay. Go on.”

  “I feel like I have so much in me, like it’s a physical thing in my chest and I have no idea where to put it. That’s why submission is so important to me and why it works so well with Shaw. He helps me burn off that excess energy.”