Cross Drop

by Elizabeth Hartey

  “Holy fuck!” I grunt like this is the first time I’ve ever been inside a woman. “Are you okay, babe?”

  “Shhh,” she whispers. “Mmm.” Her brow creases and she takes a deep breath like she’s trying to focus with every one of her brain cells. Although I’m in delicious agony, I can’t keep from grinning. She’s seriously trying to give me a sexy surfing lesson, even though what she clearly wants is to let go and fuck her brains out…mine too while she’s at it.

  “And then…and then I get my balance,” she forces the raspy words out. She starts swerving from side to side, clenching around my cock and moving it with her. “You…you have to…unph…really f…feel the wood.”

  “Fuuuck, Nik.” I close my eyes for a moment because she feels like paradise in one incredible, tight cunt. This cannot be real. Then I open my eyes, because it is real and I want to see her angel face as she uses me to fuck herself into euphoria. Her eyes are closed and she’s licking her lips, her chest heaving deep breaths. Her breasts sway with every swerve of her body. I cup both her tits and knead them, not too rough but not gentle either. She thrusts her breasts further into my hands.

  “Have I told you how much I love your tits?” Her nipples stand even further at attention in response to my words. I roll and pinch them between my fingers and her muscles tremble around my cock.

  “Dalt,” she moans, but goes right on with her instructions. “Wh…when you catch the wave…ahh…you have to g…grip the board.”

  Christ on a rip curl.

  Even though I’m dying here in intensifying, rapturous torture, I have to smile. Nikki is nothing if not thorough.

  “Mmmm…and ride it to…ah ah ah…to the climax!” she screeches and starts pulling up and pushing down on me hard enough I don’t think she’ll be able to walk when she’s done. I mean, I don’t want to brag, but my cock isn’t exactly small. It’s a lot to accommodate. But Nikki is whimpering and moaning, taking me to the hilt every time she pushes down on me.

  That’s it for me. I’m tapping out. I grab the cheeks of her ass and squeeze, using them to pull her up and down on my shaft and help her keep up the frenzied rhythm. At the same time, I thrust my hips up and pump, matching her pace to drive even deeper into her. The rocking of the boat isn’t gentle anymore. It’s joined in our feverish choreography, swaying under us. The sounds of our sweat drenched skin slapping together drowns out the sound of water lapping the side of the boat. Passionate groans and agonized curses add to the concerto of pleasure.

  “Fuck, yeah. What you do to me, Nik. Ride me, baby. Ride me so fucking hard I get lost inside you.”

  “Oh God. Dalt! Dalt! I’m coming!” She screams loud enough the fish in the bay will be traumatized for a month.

  “Fuuckk!” I answer with my own pleasured groan and I clasp her hips, pulling her hard into one final deep thrust. Everything goes white hot as I blow into her with the force of a hurricane. Nikki keeps moaning and gripping me and I keep pouring into her, flooding her with warm pulses of everything I haven’t been able to give her for so long.

  When my vision finally returns and Nikki stops milking my cock in spasms, she goes limp on top of me. She murmurs into the curve of my neck, “Holy…that was…”

  “The best friggin’ surfing lesson I’ve ever had,” I finish. “You’re a very good instructor.” Nikki giggles and the sound goes straight to my heart. “I love you so much, Nik. I’ll never let you go,” I whisper and place a kiss on top of her head.

  “I love you so much too,” she says, nestling further into my arms.

  I keep my promise to never let her go, at least for another day.

  CHAPTER

  EIGHTEEN

  Nikki

  Dalt is true to his word. After fucking on all three beds several times, the cushioned benches, the galley countertop and in the shower—twice, I was sure the possibility of walking for the next week was questionable. As usual, Dalt was a sex god when it came to stamina. Walking is overrated, anyway.

  As I step out of the shower I hear the muffled sound of Kelly Clarkson’s voice singing “Never Again.” It’s my cell phone ringing inside my backpack.

  Hmm, going to have to change my ringtone.

  I wrap a towel around me and run to get my phone as Dalt steps out of the shower behind me.

  Tracey’s suntanned face lights up my screen. “Hey girl. What’s up?” she beams when I accept her FaceTime request.

  “Hey! How’s Malibu?”

  “It’s beautiful. We’re missing you, though. Wish you could…Oh, did I catch you at a bad time? Looks like you just got out of the shower.”

  “I did, but it’s fine. You a hot little surfer girl yet?” Dak was so excited about giving Tracey actual surfing lessons, I’m sure he wasted no time getting her out in the waves.

  “Not yet, but I’m trying. Dak says I…Wait. Are you rocking back and forth or is it my camera. Where are you, Nik?”

  “It’s not your camera.” I laugh at the way Tracey’s head is tipping from side to side in sync with the swaying of the boat. “I’m on a boat. It’s—”

  “Hey, skater girl.” Dalt walks up behind me. “Where’s your not so better half?” Since he’s drying his stark-naked body with his towel, rather than having it wrapped around his waist, I’m hoping my phone is angled in a way which isn’t giving Tracey full view of his glorious package.

  “He’s…oh my freaking word. Dalt? Are you…did you two just shower together on a…on a boat? Oh my God! Dak! Alex! Get in here!” she yells behind her. “Nikki and Dalt are naked on a boat. Together. I’m so happy!” she screeches and starts jumping up and down. By the way her phone’s camera is bouncing and the screen is changing from blurry tan to blurry white, I think she’s clapping.

  “Tracey!” I yell into my screen. “Jesus, Dalt. Could you at least put the towel around your…your…” I wave a hand up and down in front of his body, because seeing all his magnificent nakedness has my brain cells completely muddled.

  “Sure. Wouldn’t want to ruin Tracey’s perception of Dak. You know, if she sees what a real man has goin’ on.” He chuckles.

  “‘Sup up, asshat?” Dak’s big grin fills the screen. He apparently has taken over possession of Trace’s phone. “You flashing my girlfriend? Wait. I’ll turn on the camera’s magnifying lens.”

  “Oh, is that how she finds yours?” Dalt laughs.

  “Give me that.” Trace yanks the phone out of Dak’s hand. “You two can compare the size of your love snakes when there aren’t more pressing matters to discuss.”

  Love snake? She never would use the words cock or dick when we discussed the guys’ assets. Not a bad one, though. I’m gonna’ suck the venom from your love snake. Eh. Kinda gross.

  “I can’t think of anything more pressing than this, Bambi.” Bambi is Dak’s smoopy nickname for Tracey. I can only see his shoulders behind her but by the startled grin and huge sigh coming from her, I can only guess his love snake may be on the move and pressing into her back.

  “Wait. What did I miss?” I recognize Alex’s voice, even though I can’t see him.

  “Nikki and Dalt are naked and wet on a boat together!” Tracey squeals.

  Jesus. There are seriously no lines left to cross in friendships when it comes to social media.

  “Yeah. You missed the flashing of Dalt’s insignificant package,” Dak’s taunting voice comes through the speaker.

  “You’re such an asshole!” Dalt yells back.

  “Maybe I should call you back later after—” I try to offer the suggestion.

  “What? Are you shitting me? Give me that phone.” Alex’s tanned bronze face comes into view. “Hey, queen! I miss your sweet ass. Where’s Dalt?” He cranes his neck from side to side, like he’s trying to see behind me.

  “Nice to see you too.” I shake my head. I guess a naked Dalt is more exciting than my face or sweet ass. Can’t blame Alex, though. A naked Dalt is pretty thrilling.

  “Right here, dude.” Dalt rests his chin
on my shoulder and wiggles his fingers. “How you doing, Alex?”

  “Fan-fucking-tastic! How’s it hanging, Adonis?”

  “Long and thick, my man. Long and thick.”

  Alex lets out a sigh. “Then I guess you’re taking good care of our girl.”

  “Okay. Nope.” I shove Dalt’s head off my shoulder and bring the screen right up to my face. It’s close enough I’m sure Alex is getting a Blair Witch-style view of my nasal hairs. “I’ll call you guys back later, when everyone has grown up, like in ten or fifteen years.”

  “No. Wait.” Tracey grabs the phone from Alex. “I’m so happy for you guys, Nik. Call me back when you’re finished…um…making up. I want to hear all about it.”

  “Yeah, call me later, Dalt.” Dak snickers from somewhere behind Tracey. “I want to hear all about it. What did she say? Does she really really like you? Did you give her your pin?” he teases.

  “Shut up, Dak. Call me later, Nik, when the male children aren’t around.” Tracey rolls her eyes.

  “Okay. Kiss the misbehaved children for me. Love you.”

  “I will.” She laughs. “Love you too. I’m beyond happy for you,” she twitters in excitement before the screen goes black.

  “Seriously? I wanted to break the news gently to our friends. Was it necessary to parade yourself in front of them?” I try to sound annoyed, but Dalt is still standing a few inches away from me in all his gorgeous nakedness and I can feel my body flushing from head to toe at the sight.

  “Sorry, babe.” He drapes his arms over my shoulders and tickles my nose with his.

  “But now that you’re back in my life I’m seriously considering never wearing clothes. I want to be ready to get inside you every chance I get.”

  “Could be hazardous when you’re playing hockey.”

  “Mmm, could be. But I’m willing to risk it.” He tugs my towel off and drops it to the floor.

  “Nooo. Dalt, we have to get back to the house,” I half-heartedly protest and give an almost imperceptible push to his shoulder.

  “Okay. Let’s get going then.” He brushes his lips across the top of my shoulder and slowly trails down to my collarbone. He could be right about the permanent state of nakedness. Since this morning, we haven’t been clothed for more than an hour. And even after the multiple orgasms he’s had today, Gigantor is raging again. There is no way this man is human.

  “Oh God,” I sigh as he makes his way to one of my nipples and circles it with his tongue. “Apparently Gigantor is ready to go again.”

  “What?” My nipple slips out of his mouth with a pop. “What did you just say?”

  Oh shit, did I say that out loud?

  “Did you just call my dick Gigantaur?”

  I guess I did.

  “Um…no. Well…yes. What? It is unusually large.”

  “So you named him after a video game monster who shoots needles or some shit like that?” His Gigantor begins to deflate.

  “No, silly”

  “You think I’m the silly one?”

  “You’re ridiculous. Gigantor is a huge rocket powered robot made of iron, who has a pointy nose and is super strong.”

  “You mean there’s another Gigantaur besides the one in Final Fantasy?”

  “Ugh, yes. I hate that computerized crap. I’m talking about the one in the classic animated series. He fights villains and saves the world in the name of peace.”

  “Hmm. I’ll have to check it out. You had me and my love snake a little worried there for a minute, making him think he was an evil villain,” he laughs and brushes a kiss across my lips.

  “Poor baby.” I reach down between us and stroke my hand up and down his resurrecting shaft.

  He whistles through clenched teeth. “If you keep that up he may be too worn out to ever fight crime again.”

  “Aww, let me help him out then.” I drop to my knees and stroke, lick, suck and swallow, all in the name of world peace.

  CHAPTER

  NINETEEN

  Dalt

  It’s been another best day of my life, and when we get back to our houses I’m not ready for it to end.

  “I’ll unload the car and then get changed,” I tell Nikki as we haul our sex spent bodies out of the car. “Go get dressed. I’m taking you out.”

  “You are? I thought you were exhausted.” She lets out a little yawn.

  “I only have you tonight before you leave me for a couple of days. I’m going to wine and dine you in the manner in which I plan on making you accustomed.”

  “I don’t need to be wined and dined, Dalt. Takeout and Netflix and chill sounds good to me, as long as it’s with you.” She drapes her arms around my neck and presses a soft kiss on my lips.

  “Sounds like heaven to me too, baby. But I have a surprise you’re going to love. I’ll take a raincheck on the takeout and Netflix.” I wrap my arms around her waist and return the kiss.

  “Okay, but don’t forget the chill.”

  “Never. The chill’s the best part of staying in with you.”

  “What should I wear for this surprise?” She unwraps herself from me and opens the back door of the car to get her backpack.

  “You can wear the sweet dress you had on earlier, but you better wear a jacket. You know how it gets colder when the sun goes down. Is an hour enough time for you to get ready?”

  “More than enough.” She leans in and gives me another soft kiss before heading into her house.

  I watch her walk away. My smile takes over my face as I think about how fucking lucky I am.

  ***

  An hour later on the dot, I’m at Nikki’s door. “It’s open. Come on in!” she yells from what sounds like the top of the stairs. I’m not happy she apparently left the door unlocked while she was upstairs dressing. But when I walk in and glance up the stairs I’m too captivated to let her know about my momentary unhappiness.

  She’s standing at the top of the stairs in the same polka dot dress she had on earlier, but with a short black leather jacket over it and royal blue cropped leggings underneath it. Instead of sandals, she has on her signature black Dr. Marten boots with thick, yellow scrunched socks peeking out the top of them. Her blue bangs match the color of her leggings and the rest of her platinum hair is hanging in waves almost to her waist. Her sun-kissed face is radiant and her gleaming smile is enough to melt my heart. I’m completely wrecked by the unique girl staring down at me. She’s my quirky, gorgeous, golden angel.

  “All ready.” She runs down the stairs and leaps into my arms. “I missed you,” she says into the curve of my neck.

  “I’ve only been gone a few minutes.” I smile into her hair and drink in her scent. I swear she smells like what sunshine would smell like on a field of strawberries…if you could smell sunshine.

  “Still missed you. Mmm. I love the way you smell. And you look hot in that blazer.”

  What was that? Ten words? Fifteen? A handful of words and her body pressed against mine and even though I’ve had her multiple times in multiple orgasmic ways just a couple of hours ago, she has me on my way to another raging hard on.

  “Jesus, Bud. You’re making me crazy. I can’t get enough of you.”

  “You wanna stay home? I can always order in.” She plants a kiss on my cheek. There’s nothing I want more than to stay in with her. I should have followed my own advice and stayed naked whenever I’m with her. But I know she’s going to love the exhibit and Garrett had to call in some favors to get these tickets.

  “First your surprise and dinner. Then I’m going to bring you back here and chill all night long.”

  “Then let’s leave so we can get back.” She takes my hand and practically drags me out the door.

  ***

  Dalt

  “Where are we? What? Are you kidding me right now? No way! How did you do this? These tickets have been sold out for months.”

  When I pull up to the valet parking in front of the gallery, Nikki can’t stop babbling in excitement. I wanted to do
something special for her and I knew she would love the touring exhibit for The Original Art of Children’s Book Illustrators. Proceeds from the tour are being given to several charities benefitting children. Even though the price of the tickets is for high rollers only, getting a ticket is about as difficult as it was to find Wonka’s golden one.

  Since I just found out this morning Nikki was going to be back in my life, I called Garrett when I stopped by my house to pick up the food for the picnic. Being a powerhouse in the entertainment industry provides him with connections all over the world. I knew he could hook me up. Not five minutes later Garrett called back and said my name would be on the list at the door.

  I didn’t tell him what I needed the tickets for, just that it was a charity event I wanted to support. I don’t want him saying anything to my father about Nikki and me before I get a chance to confront the old bastard myself.

  We enter the door of the gallery. I stop to give the hostess my name and she checks me and my guest off the list. In the two minutes it took me to do it, Nikki has wandered off to the middle of the room. She’s turning in slow circles, gaping at the artwork like a girl who just entered the portal to Wonderland. It’s adorable how excited she is. She could almost be part of the exhibit, a sweet character in a children’s book.

  “What do ya think? Did I do good?” I say when I catch up to her.

  “Oh my God! You did so good, hockey boy. Look.” She tugs me across the room to stand in front of one of the drawings on the stark white wall. “Do you realize this is an original Theodore Geisel drawing of The Cat In The Hat?”

  “No kidding? I thought Dr. Seuss did those.”

  “Theodore Geisel was Dr. Seuss, silly.”

  What do I know? Show me a picture of the nineteen seventy Stanley Cup Champions though, and I’ll name every one of those suckers.