Going Down (Divemasters #1)

by Jayne Rylon

  He’d work on earning it. Forever if he had to.

  Starting right then.

  When she was ready to hear it from him, he was prepared to say it.

  “I can’t give you back your first time—our first time. But I can try to make every time even more special than the last.” Archer palmed her ass, making her squirm. The motion only aligned them better, his cock nudging her pussy. He kissed her again then, spending an inordinate amount of time exploring the textures and tastes of her mouth with his tongue, teeth, and lips.

  When neither of them could stand to be teased any longer—by the warm water washing over them, the heat they generated, or the intimacy of the moment—he carried her up onto the beach.

  He didn’t go far.

  Couldn’t, honestly.

  So he sank to his knees right where the waves kissed the shore and laid her out before him. Her spread hair floated and moved each time the water came up to swirl lightly around them, making her look like a siren. Especially as she beckoned him nearer by spreading her legs.

  When she cupped her own breasts as she stared up at him stroking himself a few times to the sight of her, he buckled.

  Archer leaned down and took her nipple into his mouth, lapping and tugging until she cried out his name. He left it with a kiss then did the same to her other side, balancing his attentions. Meanwhile, his hand traveled along her softly rounded stomach to her mound and began to rub gentle circles around her clit as he devoured her breasts.

  “Please, Archer. Fuck me,” she begged when she finally cracked.

  His cock pulsed at the thought of her welcoming heat and slickness. But no, not yet.

  “Not until you’ve come on my face a few times. Feed me your pleasure, Waverly. I want to learn what it tastes like. Get my fill so I can never forget.” He slithered down her body until he could blow lightly over her pussy.

  She moaned and arched as if she might come from that alone.

  He sank a couple fingers into her, loving the way she hugged him tight, just before he applied his open mouth to her outer lips. He let her adjust before easing closer to her center. When his tongue licked her clit for the first time, she shattered, surprising them both.

  Waverly’s orgasms were sweet.

  To watch, and to taste. He wanted more of them.

  To be the cause of them.

  Archer eased up until she’d recovered, then started the process over again, bringing her up and letting her crest a few times. His cock leaked, dripping pearly fluid into the water where it swirled before disappearing into the ocean.

  But he still didn’t take her or the release her body would so easily grant him. Not yet.

  He gathered Waverly into his arms and stood when he noticed she shivered slightly. In the sun, blanketed by his full form, she’d warm right up.

  She curled into him, utterly relaxed, trusting, and docile as he transported her to their makeshift cabana. Her complete surrender transfixed him. The strongest woman he had ever known was putting herself in his hands. It made him wonder if someday she might be up for testing deeper waters with him after all.

  Was this her true self? The one at the core of the tough-talking, fiercely independent warrior he adored? If so, he knew he had to be delicate with her now because she wouldn’t often expose this vulnerable part of herself.

  Archer deposited her as gently as possible on the soft blanket and propped her hips up with a pillow. He wanted this to be perfect for her.

  “Please, Archer.” She drew his attention to her wide eyes, which blinked slowly up at him despite the sunshine illuminating the world around them. “I need you.”

  “I need you, too.” He’d never spoken a truer vow than that.

  Except he wasn’t only talking about her body.

  He needed all of her. For keeps.

  It seemed only a fair exchange since he’d given her all of himself and never wanted it back.

  Surrendering to primal desire, Archer gathered her wrists in one hand and pinned them to the blanket. The force of his hold made a divot in the sand below, helping him keep her securely in place. With the other, he strangled the bottom of his shaft, certain he’d never been this hard in his entire life before.

  There was nothing left to say. Instead, he stared into her eyes, which were a reflection of the bluest skies and the deepest oceans, as he fed her his cock inch by inch.

  Agonizingly slowly, he penetrated her, giving her everything he had.

  And when they’d locked together, as tightly fused as possible, he began to move.

  With subtle rocks of his hips, he pressed into her again and again, never retreating very far. It was a whole new kind of fucking for him but it felt right, so he kept doing it. Slow, steady, rhythmic pressure. Whatever it was, it seemed to be working.

  Waverly’s eyes had turned glassy and dazed as she took what he gave her and loved every second. Her channel clenched around him, threatening to milk him dry far too soon.

  He bent down to kiss her, craving connection at every possible pleasure point.

  And when he slipped his tongue into her mouth, she screamed, vocalizing her climax. How he didn’t break then and pour himself inside her, he didn’t know.

  He could tell she had more left in her.

  Stopping before she was fully satisfied wasn’t an option.

  Archer sat up a little, kneeling between her legs to gain leverage so he could fuck the old-fashioned way.

  They both groaned as he took those first ultra-deep lunges within her.

  Soon he was sliding his cock in her as far as he could reach, then withdrawing until he would have slipped free if it wasn’t for the perfectly timed flex of her muscles, which locked around the head of his cock and held him within her. His balls got in on the action, slapping up against her ass when he really dug in.

  The soft impact was another stimulant. There were too many to resist now. It wasn’t a matter of if he was going to come, but when.

  Waverly made the decision for him when, on a particularly vigorous thrust, she rose up. Strung tight, she shattered. She yelled out his name over and over, begging him to join her in rapture.

  It was an unnecessary request. A blaze of pleasure at the base of his cock was followed by the pumping of every bit of his come directly from his balls into her pussy. He came so hard and so long that he overflowed her.

  Waverly levered up onto her elbows to watch the spot where they were joined. Both of them witnessed his seed spilling out of her and trickling toward her ass.

  The sight had him mesmerized.

  He hoped she realized that with this act, he’d staked a claim, one he never intended to forgo.

  Waverly crashed then, a slave to her ecstasy and the endorphins pumping through her bloodstream. So he tended to her, using some of the washcloths and supplies the guys had left on the sidelines to clean her up and make her comfortable.

  He adjusted the material covering their shelter to make sure she was shaded properly, got her a bottle of ice water to sip, and brought her a few chocolate-covered strawberries to snack on.

  Only then did he settle in beside her, giving her the last thing she required.

  Him.

  It amazed Archer that he could be part of that equation.

  Neither of them interrupted the rush of the waves in the background or the call of the birds in the trees behind them with unnecessary words. They’d said everything before they’d come together.

  Archer couldn’t believe how satisfied he was. All this time, he’d been doing it wrong.

  As he’d suspected, sex with someone who meant more than a good time or simple relief was next level shit. Nothing else would do ever again.

  Eventually, he dozed, still wrapped around Waverly, protecting her as best he could even while unconscious.

  When he woke, the sun rode low on the horizon. Waverly had already gotten up and was putting the finishing touches on their picnic dinner. Okay, so that was the understatement of the century. It was a
fancy-ass meal that he was sure to enjoy because it had been prepared for them by people who cared, and would be shared with the love of his life.

  Shhh, he thought, afraid to even think it in case she could read his mind. She wasn’t ready to hear it yet, but that didn’t make it any less true. He stretched, then realized the sand looked like it was moving.

  He scrubbed his eyes and looked again.

  She’d been busy, lighting the candles. The flames danced all over the beach.

  When the sun fell below the horizon, it was going to be gorgeous.

  A little while later, they were humming and sighing over the delicacies they devoured when Waverly said, “So that whole indigenous people aid story…”

  “Actually, that was true.” He smiled. “But we didn’t want to freak them out by sending the chopper the first time we made contact. Tosin and Miguel brought the stuff over by boat. When we saw them earlier, they were coming back from the run. They also gave the locals a head’s up that we would be dropping by the neighborhood so that they didn’t think we were stranded over here. Wouldn’t want anyone to barge in looking for survivors in need of help.”

  “Good thinking.” She winked at him. “Because I wasn’t about to stop, no matter who came wandering by.”

  “Seriously?” His cock perked up at the thought, surprising even him. Damn, he thought he’d be good until they climbed into their bed tonight at least. But riding a woman while his friends watched, witnessing what he was capable of doing for his partner, was actually one of his favorite lecherous activities.

  “Hell yeah.” She laughed. “For a show like that, we could probably have charged admission.”

  He knew she was teasing. Still, he found himself adoring her just a tiny bit more. He held his hand out to her and she took it.

  Archer kissed the back of her fingers.

  “You’ve still got it, you know,” she said breathily. “That Prince Charming thing. It’s in there somewhere, way down deep.”

  “Do you like that?” he wondered. “I enjoyed life as a simple man, but maybe there’s a middle ground.”

  “I do. I like all the parts of you, Archer.”

  “Good, because I’m thinking I’d like to eat my dessert off of you before showing you just how much my parts like you back.” So much for waiting until later.

  He grabbed their chocolate cake and barked, “Strip.”

  “Yes, sir.”

  He shuddered.

  They didn’t have a lot of time left here, and when she artlessly said things like that, she mashed his buttons. While she obliged his command, he did the same.

  “Well, hello. There’s my sexy swordfish,” she sing-songed as she blatantly stared at his erection.

  Archer choked. “Never let Miguel and Tosin hear you say that. Please.”

  She flopped to her back in their nest of cushions and laughed as loud as she pleased, knowing he was the only one around to witness her amusement and total abandon. It didn’t take long, though, before neither of them was giggling.

  Grunts and moans filled the evening when he placed her on her hands and knees in front of him. She lowered her face to the blanket and put her ass up, with her arms folded above her head. She was the picture of perfection.

  Archer fucked her then, more savagely than he intended.

  Her breasts swayed as he clamped his hands on her hips and used his grip to impale her on his stiff shaft. She didn’t seem to mind, coming all over his cock just before he pulled out and decorated her ass with shot after shot of his seed.

  After a quick dip to clean off, they finished feeding each other their dessert with fingers coated in chocolate.

  As daylight faded into night, and the candles illuminated their sanctuary, he leaned over to his pile of clothes to check his watch again. Only a few more minutes to go…

  “Got a hot date or something?” Waverly asked when she caught him, though she flashed him a wicked grin when she said it.

  “As a matter of fact, I do.” He tugged her into his lap, spellbound by how perfect she felt in his arms, curled against his body. Like it was where she belonged. Because it was.

  And then, there in the brilliant sunset, a familiar ship was silhouetted.

  “It’s the Divemaster!” Waverly actually clapped.

  “Yeah, Miguel and Tosin have one more surprise for you.”

  She buried her face in his neck for a second, though he wished she would have stayed that way longer. “Oh, man. I feel really bad about my stunts this morning.”

  “I wouldn’t. It’s not going to be long before they’re pulling some prank on you. They’re just giving you a head start.”

  “I’m glad we’ll have a really short flight back.” Waverly kissed him then.

  “Yeah, I didn’t want you to have to fly in the dark after a whole day of exhausting ourselves on this excursion.”

  “I meant because I might not make it through another flight where you’re sporting wood within reach. Two of my favorite things at once. It’s overload.” She sighed. “You’re not the only one who gets riled up on those trips.”

  “I would normally say it’s not going to be a problem, after a day like this, but with you…I can’t help myself.” He grinned.

  “Only fair since it seems like the more I have of you, the more I want,” she whispered.

  “I’m not going to complain about that.”

  She sighed. “Thank you for today, Archer. For everything.”

  They kissed then, with heat and promise. His hand cupped the side of her neck.

  In the background, the sky turned gold and red as fireworks exploded then trickled down toward the ocean. Waverly paused and glanced out to sea without breaking their connection.

  They made out as the show continued, the explosions of light and sound complementing the impact they had on each other.

  Eighteen

  A week and a half or so later, Waverly reclined on an obscenely comfortable lounge chair. It was strategically positioned near the railing on a lower deck so she could see Archer doing his thing down below.

  The damn chaise kept tempting her to drift off into a nap to make up for some of the rest she’d happily sacrificed while “sleeping” with Archer instead. That probably wouldn’t be recommended for a few reasons.

  First, because the skimpy bikini she had worn to drive Archer nuts left a whole lot of her exposed, and sunscreen only cut it for so long. Risking a massive burn on her ass or thighs or boobs or any of Archer’s other favorite places to manhandle might keep her sidelined from rasping against the sheets as he made love to her. No thanks.

  That was a risk she wasn’t willing to take.

  More importantly, though, she’d chosen this spot to work on her tan so she could keep her eye on her man, who was doing who-knew-what as he puttered around on the dive deck. Whatever it was, it seemed to be satisfying him. He smiled often, whistling while he worked.

  It was gratifying to see him embracing his new life.

  One that miraculously included her.

  Together, they were living the Divemaster dream.

  Rather than risk falling asleep, she decided to wander down there for a close-up view of the action. As she did, she looked around at their surroundings. They hadn’t seen another boat in forever. Wherever they were, it felt really remote.

  Waverly wouldn’t have minded if they never went back to the real world.

  “Hey there, can I help you, miss?” Archer came up behind her, kissing her neck as he looped his arms around her waist.

  She leaned into his touch. “Just came to say hi. I missed you.”

  “I agree. It’s been far too long since we’ve been together.” He groaned, rubbing his semi on her ass.

  Waverly laughed. “It’s been less than an hour. You’re insatiable.”

  “When it comes to you? Yes, I am.” He squeezed her and they stood together, admiring the view.

  “Where are we anyway?” she asked.

  “It’s kind of dumb.
Don’t laugh. We got hired to work this charter once and ended up diving somewhere in this vicinity. We were on our way back in and Miguel swore he saw something down in the sand.”

  “What did you see?” Waverly turned to the other guy, who was sitting nearby, and asked him directly.

  “I don’t give a fuck if they want to harass me for it.” He crossed his arms, making her think he wasn’t being exactly honest about that. “I saw jewels. Treasure. I’m sure of it.”

  She leaned forward, imagining how it would sparkle under the water while fish swam lazily above it. “So why didn’t you investigate?”

  “We’d been diving a lot on that trip. It was my fifth one of the day and I was going to require decompression if I went back down.” He cursed in Spanish.

  Archer grimaced then. “What he’s being too nice to say is that I talked him out of making it an issue with the captain.”

  “We did,” Tosin sighed. “We figured there’d be plenty of time to poke around on our dives the next day.”

  “Except that night a huge storm took a freak twist and headed straight for us. We had to pull up anchor and dodge the weather.” Miguel groaned as if it still pained him. “The charter had no choice but to go back into port. On our next day off, we took a prop plane flight as close as we could get, rented a boat, and checked it out. Though we have a pretty good idea of where we were, it was impossible to tell precisely where we’d been anchored. The sand in the area had been totally redistributed by the storm, erasing some landmarks we’d used. Hell, maybe it’s something about the topography there that causes those freak cells to strike. That could explain what doomed the ship in the first place.”

  The way he talked about it wasn’t like the sunken treasure was a possibility. It was a certainty.

  Miguel believed it.

  And they believed him.

  Waverly felt a tiny pang of jealousy over their bond, except she realized that their friendship extended to her through Archer.