by Cara Dee
Chapter 11
"What're you doing? No, no, no, let me." I took the camera from Ellis and checked the settings myself.
"I'm perfectly capable of operating a camera, Casey."
Clearly, he wasn’t. "We're hopefully photographing whales, not stars," I argued. There was no need for the ISO to be that high. "Lord. At least you're pretty." I left him behind the wheel and shuffled over to the sunbed while I readjusted the ISO on his camera.
After being holed up in bed for two days, we needed this. We went hiking this morning before saying goodbye to the Port Renfrew area, and now we were heading down the coast to do some touristy whale watching. I'd hit up Google to find out the town of Sooke was a perfect location for that. We wouldn’t be there until tomorrow, but there was no harm in checking out the waters along the way.
"I'm around cameras all day at work," he pointed out.
I furrowed my brow at him. "I drive to work every morning. That doesn’t make me a mechanic."
He sighed and set the boat on autopilot, then walked over and sat down next to me. "How does a landscape architect get into photography, anyway?"
"He's on a budget and creates his own portfolio." There. I peered through the camera, satisfied with the light. Now we just had to wait for whales to appear. "I think I deserve a kiss."
He snorted. "For being a jackass?" Such language. Nevertheless, he grabbed my jaw and planted a kiss on me. "I'll go get our lunch."
I nodded and did my part by getting the sunbed cozy for us. The camera was ready, there was a cooler of pop and beer, and soon enough, a few blankets and pillows, too. We'd been up at the ass-crack of dawn for our hike, so I was hoping we could nap later. The weather was nice, meaning we could nap outside.
Ellis brought up our sandwiches and mentioned we'd need to go to a store tomorrow. We were running low on food.
I'd already thought of finding a store, 'cause I was hoping the lone condom in my wallet would need a box of friends at some point. Ellis was getting bolder by the hour, it seemed, and I was only waiting for the green light. Slow and sweet was making my soul happy; however, sometimes a guy needed to get railed.
I fucking itched to get my mouth on his cock, too.
"How would you define gender fluidity?"
I coughed around a mouthful of my food and gave Ellis a frustrated look. This wasn’t the first time he'd broken a comfortable silence with heavy topics, and it always threw me. I could rarely figure out where his thoughts were, and then he'd blurt out something that took me by surprise.
"In general, or…?" I cleared my throat into my fist and reached for a Sprite. We were out of my precious Pepsi.
"No, on a personal level. You're fluid."
I felt for him. He had a lot going on—a lot changing—so whenever he came off as a bit more tense or uncomfortable, I ignored it and paid attention to his questions instead.
"Not about my gender," I replied. "I'm just a guy, but I guess I'm fluid when it comes to stereotypes." I was learning that he struggled with society's expectations the most, so I went there first. "I don’t give a rat’s ass about what’s considered feminine and masculine. If I enjoy it, I enjoy it. I don’t put labels on stuff—unless it’s Haley’s clothes. I admit, we go nuts with our label maker."
He shook his head in amusement.
After the label-making comment had settled, he ate in silence, lost in thought.
*
"Do you think they'll ram the boat?" I whispered.
Ellis laughed under his breath and gave my hand a squeeze. "I highly doubt it."
We were the worst whale watchers on this planet. We'd killed the engine and Ellis had lowered the anchor outside of a tiny inlet, and now we were lying on the sunbed even though we could hear we had company.
I was too content to move.
He'd tilted his head back earlier to confirm it was a pod of orcas.
"Where's the camera?" I murmured drowsily.
Ellis grunted and felt around blindly, and then the strap of the camera landed on my chest. Cracking one eye open, I saw he was holding it, so I took it and flipped off the lens cap.
The Lifetime Achievement Award for Laziness went to me. I held up the camera and took photo after photo in the direction of…you know, the water. Who knew, maybe I caught something on film.
Ellis rolled onto his side and grinned into the kiss he pressed to my shoulder. "We're terribly spoiled, aren't we? People pay a lot of money to see orcas."
I was too busy taking a selfie to reply.
"What're you doing?" he chuckled.
"I'm making love to the camera. Care to join me?" I angled the camera a bit and flashed a lazy smirk.
"In lovemaking? Sure." Funny guy. Sexy guy. He raised himself up and decided to steal the blanket from me. Then he began leaving a trail of kisses along my chest and stomach. "I was thinking about what you said earlier…about gender identity. And whether you identify as male or not, my attraction for you is definitely stronger because you're a man."
"Oh, yeah?" I bit my lip, watching as he played with fire. Or, the drawstrings of my sweats. With his mouth. Fuck, he was dangerous. A tremor ran down my spine when he left an openmouthed kiss at the bottom of my happy trail. The sight turned me on, and I instinctively lowered the camera to eternalize the next kiss.
Oh God.
As he gave my sweats a tug, I lifted my hips so he could push them down.
Thank fuck I was going commando.
Ellis wet his bottom lip and wrapped his fingers around my cock, and that was all it took for me to stop thinking with the head on my shoulders. The camera landed somewhere behind me, and I wove my fingers into his hair.
This was his show. While he was opening up more and more, he was an introspective man. He did a lot of his thinking and reasoning in the privacy of his head, and it wasn’t until he'd made up his mind that he included others. And now—
"Jesus." My eyes nearly rolled back as he took me in his mouth. And now…he was evidently ready for oral. Good fucking…hell. I shuddered, feeling his tongue swirling around the head. Funny how I went from semi to rock-hard in seconds around him.
Everything he did was always so damn sensual. He didn’t rush or half-ass anything. When he was in, he was all in. There's a thought. I needed him inside me the minute he was ready for it. For now, I resigned myself to suffer his teasing. He hummed, taking me a little deeper, and used his tongue a lot.
"Shit," I breathed out, tensing up. One second, I was lifting my head because I couldn’t not see this. The next, my head hit the pillow because the pleasure built quickly and stole my self-control. I groaned and accidentally swiveled my hips, effectively burying myself deeper. "Sorry."
He shook his head, eyes closed, and tightened his lips around me. He was fucking into it, a realization that made me relax and enjoy it more. A breath gusted out of me, and he stroked his way up my thigh until he had my balls in his cupped hand. Rolling them firmly, tugging gently, he drew ridiculous whimpers from me. Motherfucker, he was gonna make me beg, intentionally or not.
"Ellis," I moaned. "Fuck—I need to get off." I rubbed his neck, my pleading wordless at first. More, please. I encouraged him closer, to take me faster, and the bastard managed a smirk around me. "Don't be mean," I complained as I lost my breath. The pressure grew and grew, and it pooled lower. "Please make me come."
He made another deliciously husky humming sound, and thank fuck, he complied. He sped up and moved his hand to grip the base of me tightly. That sent me right to the edge, and my thighs and abs clenched. Sucking in a breath, I screwed my eyes closed and shook his shoulder in warning. He had to get his mouth away from me.
"Close," I hissed.
He didn’t move an inch, and the wet sounds pushed me over. My orgasm cracked down forcefully. Bursts of my release filled his mouth, and I felt his tongue shifting back as he swallowed. The fact that he didn’t hurry to end the moment drew another shiver and more come from me. I was goddamn spent. Mush, liquid, fluid
—a groaned giggle escaped me. If he asked me about fluidity now, I'd take it in a literal sense. I couldn’t move a muscle.
"That…sound." He breathed heavily, his forehead landing on my thigh. "Casey, that was fucking adorable."
"Shut up." I planted a hand over my heart and felt it race. "Oh God." I swallowed dryly. "I was unintentionally punny in my head, okay? Happy accident. Fuck—I think you sucked the brains out of me."
I was making no sense.
Ellis chuckled and kissed his way up my body. His cock… Oh boy. Just like that, my desire woke up again. It was finally my turn. His cock pressed against my leg, and there was no need to tell me he wanted to get off.
First things first, though. I squinted up at his handsome face. "You swallowed."
He lifted his brows a fraction. "Is that a bad thing?"
"No, it's just… I don't do that, so you don't have to. I mean, if you want to—fucking A—but don't feel like you—"
He kissed me.
I sighed contentedly.
"I loved tasting you," he whispered. "I only do what I'm comfortable with, or what I want to explore."
"Okay." I kissed him back, though I kept it chaste. "I hope you don't mind that I spit. I never liked the texture."
"This is a bizarre conversation." He dropped lower to kiss my neck, seemingly unruffled. "Why would I mind?"
He'd be surprised, and I told him as much. Then, because I was me, I rambled on. An ex once told me he felt like I didn’t want him enough if I didn’t swallow. I ended our relationship and ordered a T-shirt that plainly said: "I spit." And another guy I fucked around with casually a while back stated my deep-throating skills—because I was a goddamn champion at that—were wasted because I didn’t go all the way. Go all the way? Fucking hell. Idiots. But, nevertheless, it'd made me somewhat resigned to admit that I didn’t like swallowing—
"You can be quiet now." Ellis's murmur cut me off, and he planted a firm kiss on my lips. "Firstly, I think I remember that T-shirt." He smirked faintly. "Secondly, you lost me at deep-throating. Who the hell cares about the rest?"
"A lot of people—"
"It was a rhetorical question."
I narrowed my eyes. "You interrupt a lot."
He smiled. "Sorry, still thinking about the deep-throating."
Oh. Well. I could do something about that. "I've been freaking dying to get my mouth on you, so I'll be happy to demonstrate. Stand up."
Ellis shuffled off the sunbed, his forehead creased. "When someone gags, it's usually a sign that says I've gone too far."
I grunted as I yanked on my sweats again. "No problem." I sat up and scooted toward the edge of the bed so my feet touched the floor. "I don't think I have a gag reflex, to be honest." I scratched my nose, thinking back on how thoroughly my theory had been tested. For science, of course. "Anyway. The rougher you get, the hornier I become. I'm a bit of a cock-sucking whore, so don’t go easy on me."
His lips parted, and his eyes darkened. It abruptly ended another, uh, interesting conversation.
He stepped between my legs, then grasped my chin and dipped down to kiss me on the forehead. "At the risk of sounding like a crass, inconsiderate bastard…" Then he brushed a soft kiss to my cheek. "Be careful what you wish for, my beautiful Casey." Those words made me shudder, and he pressed the next kiss to my other cheek. "I like the idea of you being a whore for my cock."
"Holy shit," I mouthed to myself. My mental state took a nose dive to be a perfect bottom boy for him, especially if he showed more of this aggressive side. "Please be as crass as you want—whenever the fuck," I told him. "God, Ellis."
"Noted." He straightened and tapped my jaw. "Open wide."
I licked my lips and parted them as he pushed down his shorts and wrapped his fingers around his cock. He was hard and ready to go, yet he stroked himself as if he were in no hurry whatsoever. The patience this man had…
"Don't suck on it yet." He teased me, sliding his cock along my tongue. My mouth watered, and it was fucking difficult not to wrap my lips around him. He was larger than average, so it was impossible to avoid him completely, and every time his warm skin brushed past my lips, that spot tingled. "Look at me."
I flashed my gaze upward and struggled not to grin. He didn’t hold anything back; he smiled and stroked my upper lip as he pushed his cock deeper.
If he kept his up, I was gonna drool.
He told me how sexy I was, and the thing was, he didn’t have to tell me. It was indescribable to be able to see how much he desired me. It was written all over his expression. Then when he told me I could suck him as hard as I could, I nearly choked on both eagerness and saliva. Wasting no time, I closed my eyes, took him down my throat, and swallowed hard.
"Fuck." He tensed up and moved his hands into my hair, gripping it firmly. He took a minute or two to test the waters, and again, I was the one who suffered. Ellis was turning me into an addict, though at the same time, I loved how he called the shots his way. He wasn’t going to let me take control here.
I breathed deeply through my nose and let my hands make him feel even better where they could. As I swallowed around him repeatedly and traced him with my tongue, I squeezed his ass and massaged his sac. He shuddered when I scratched his thighs, so I made sure to do that again.
"Hell, you're tight." He exhaled and slid one hand to my throat. That made me moan, knowing he was feeling the ridge of his cock pushing that deep. By now, he knew I was loving it, and he withdrew slowly, only to shove his cock inside again, this time faster and harder.
After that, he relaxed and fucked my throat the way I wanted him to. Lust flared, my skin flushed, and I had to give my junk a squeeze to relieve some pressure.
It only got worse when he lost the last shred of composure. The moment it became all about his pleasure, I was rock hard once more. He groaned, cursed, and hissed, one hand fisting my hair, the other stroking my throat. He became rougher and rougher, and my eyes welled up because I fucking wanted. I wanted more, all of it, everything. He had my body buzzing with excitement.
"Casey…you really are a little slut for cock, aren't you?" He'd noticed I was hard in my sweats. "I can't get over how—motherfucker," he groaned. "How…goddamn exquisite you are—even more with my cock buried in your throat like this. Shit."
I couldn’t take it. He continued to abuse my throat perfectly, and I stuck a hand down my pants and jacked my cock. The urgency changed into sheer desperation, and by the time his thrusts grew shallower and irregular, I was ready to come.
His warning came out in a low growl that set me off. He pulled out a couple inches, no more than I would let him, and then my release tore through me, coating my hand and the inside of my sweats. My groan must've sent enough vibrations up his cock to push him over the edge, too. Hot come flooded my mouth, for once disturbingly arousing. Not a chance in hell I was gonna swallow, but damn, it was intoxicating to take him.
Ellis staggered back until he hit the couch, and he managed to tuck himself back into his pants before he landed flat on his back. He threw an arm over his face and panted.
I killed my smirk and went over to the railing, then spat into the ocean. It was my contribution to keep the water salty.
"Are you okay?" I asked, pausing where he was. Mouthwash and a clean pair of pants were next on my list.
"Give me a minute, please."
I grinned, close to ecstatic, and headed below.
Chapter 12
It probably wasn’t wise to call what I shared with Ellis a relationship, but whatever it was shifted that day on the boat. He grew more comfortable and assertive, not to mention bolder—and not just in the bedroom. He became more personal, even. He didn’t ask me questions to figure out things for himself as much; he asked to learn about me.
My heart took a minor hit when he asked me to dinner the following day.
Don't fall for the married man.
Divorce wasn’t the end to complications. It was the start of several new ones. I k
new even if he did end up getting divorced, there was no sunset to run off into on the horizon. Not yet, anyway.
We docked in Sooke early that afternoon, and I excused myself to check in with some work shit and to call Haley. In the meantime, Ellis spent way too much on fuel again.
Not for the first time I'd touched land in the past week, I was hit by my vertigo the moment I left the yacht. Fucking crazy that I'd be more used to being on the water.
Work was easily dealt with. Haley, not so much. It was too late in Europe, and she was already asleep, so I ended up talking to Adeline.
"She misses you. They've both been fussy today."
"No lie, I'm glad to hear it." I rubbed the back of my neck and took a deep breath. A group of tourists passed me, following whom I assumed was a guide of some sort. It was a stunning harbor—massive and surrounded by hilltops and forest—so I could see the appeal to explore the area. "I'm kidnapping them as soon as you get home."
I wanted to build a blanket fort and get a pedicure. Lyn was a pro at the latter—minimal scarring from the nail filing. There would be cookies and milk, too.
Adeline laughed softly. "Won't you have a house to get ready?"
I waved a hand. "Not much to do." I'd been smart and hired a painter the minute I'd been handed the keys. The old floors had recently been prettied up, the kitchen and bathrooms were new, and the little backyard was mine to play with. Moving in the furniture was all that remained. "Haley's requested a pink room with white polka dots. I'd fuck that up on the first dot."
She laughed again. "Fair enough. No polka dots for you?"
"Funny." I grinned. I wasn’t picky and had randomly chosen a gray color. The living room and the guest room would be left white for now. "So you've done Disney, you've done Paris—what's next?"
