by Abbey Foxx
“Then come.”
“Make me.”
“I’m going to fuck you so hard.”
“Promises, promises.”
My hand finds its way to my swollen lips, the fingers working their way across, teasing, experienced in their pursuit, knowledgeable, careful. Alex watches, his brutish hand wrapped around his dick, waiting for me to let him in.
“Show me your clit.”
“You’re so demanding.”
I open myself up for him, gasping as I go, nudging myself almost over the edge as I do so.
“There. I want to come so hard on you”, he says.
I feel my heart skip a beat, my voice catch in the top of my throat. “What else?”
“I want to fill you so full of my cum.”
“Mmhmm.”
I have never masturbated in front of anyone before, and here I am, more exposed than I have ever been in my life, my pussy so wet it’s as if I’ve already come, letting him push me, pushing myself towards it.
“I want to watch you ride it. Not just my dick, but your orgasm too.”
There is a heat rising through my body like lava bubbling under the earth’s crust. You could cut me open and watch it seep out.
“Fuck me Alex. Take me there.”
I’m ready for him. Fuck, I’ve been ready for him for eight years and two days, and I just haven’t been able to accept it until now.
“You make me so hard”, he says.
He pulls me towards him like a doll, one hand around my thigh enough to grip on. I am between him, on my back, supplicated, at his mercy.
He bats my hand away from my cunt, eager to take control, and this time, I don’t resist. If I come, so be it, it’s already better than I’ve ever had before, more than I could ever have imagined.
The rain refuses to cease, even though the wind has dropped enough that the boat has steadied and the thunder and lightning have grown farther apart again, and neither does Alex, or my desire for him, or my ability to refuse, even though the consequences of what we’re doing here are likely to echo a scar into our future whether good or bad.
There is always the moment before, the moment where none of this happened, and then there is always the moment after, which you can dream of being in from the safety of the world that precedes it.
Then there is the here and now, the present moment, the swell of his cock head against the fatness of my clitoris, the gasp and the moan and the urgent desire and then all of that and more at the very gates of what stands in front of us, as he teases me by edging it closer to my hole and even before he slides it in magnificently, my muscles are contracting violently to pull him inside.
There is no other way to describe it but magic. Magic and sorcery and divinity and utopia and nirvana and nothing quite like you can ever imagine nor will have experienced before. The moment I open up to him, and the moment I take him inside me, his fat swollen cock head, the enormity of his shaft, the slicing me open so the lava bubbles out because there is nowhere else for it to go, that is perfection that cannot be beaten. It’s paradise and more and I can’t get enough of it.
“Fuck.”
It’s about all either of us are able to say. It’s the perfect way to describe it. If I had any doubts about how Alex felt, this is enough to assuage them. Love is a strong word, and what I felt for him at that time meant the world to me, whether this is a reflection of the very same feeling only time will tell, but right now, it certainly feels close.
I lock my legs together, drive my nails into his back, moan softly against the warmth of his chest and fold myself into him.
“Like an animal.”
I’m so lost in the moment I’m not sure whether I say those words out loud, but it doesn’t matter anyway. Even if I don’t, somehow Alex reads my mind.
“Dirty.”
“Filthy.”
“Hard.”
“Always.”
“Deep.”
“Until I scream.”
He fucks me like an animal, fingers gripping my skin so tightly the tips turn white, my hair pulled back, my legs up on his shoulders, his balls banging so fiercely against my skin I half expect them to explode when he does.
I’m on my back, above him, in front on my knees and everywhere else we manage to balance ourselves, both of us holding on for as long as is humanly possible, desperate to make this fuck the most memorable, eager not to let each other down.
This is hands down the best fuck I’ve ever had, the most turned on I’ve ever felt, the longest I’ve gone circling the edge without being tipped over, but for him, for Alex Vann Haden, a man whose prowess between the sheets is as infamous as his myriad other skills, and even though from my perspective it doesn’t seem it at all, this may just be another day at a very inviting office.
It’s going to take me a while to work that out. It’s going to take the comedown and the self-reflection and the post-fuck awkwardness to see how I rate on Alex’s notches. I may not even be the first he’s fucked in a storm. Almost certainly not the first on a boat. We’ll see. Right now, however, this is our moment, and even if Alex has had better, I’m not in the frame of mind to care.
There is little other than a nod of agreement between us. A twinkle in his eye, perhaps a cheeky smile, but it’s enough for me to know, and enough for me to know he knows too.
Even before he swells inside me so much I think he’s going to burst, even before his neck goes tense, his breathing ragged, his eyes wide and his heart rate through the roof I feel it rise up inside me. It’s been rising ever since I set foot on his island, ever since the first day I saw him at LSU and right now I know that it’s been moving towards this moment, as though sucked there magnetically through the fabric of time.
Everything in my life has led up to this, and right now, it’s about to explode.
There is lightning in the sky above us, timed so perfectly I wouldn't be surprised if Alex arranged to have it put there himself, followed by an enormous crack of thunder that is drowned out only by the mix of moans and screams coming from Alex and I as we peak together in orgasm.
When I say I have never felt anything like this before, I mean that nothing in my life has created a sensation inside my body I thought was even possible to exist. I’m coming hard, screaming, laughing and then crying all at once. My skin is on fire yet I’m so cold I’m shivering, and my heart is thumping away in my chest like it’s trying to escape.
I have an overwhelming sensation of sheer happiness and a kind of weird floaty feeling that confuses my brain into thinking I’m somehow flying. It’s not too far from the truth. I’m straddling Alex while he lifts me half into the air, my legs wrapped around his back, until he can no longer take it anymore, and the two of us collapse under our combined weight, melting into the floor below us.
I’m buzzing, exploding, convulsing all over the place. I’ve come more times than I even thought was possible, and while Alex is still shooting his load inside me, there is no way I can come back down.
I don’t know who comes first or whether we explode at the same time, or even whether his orgasm is anywhere near as good as mine, I just know that it is better than I even expect, and I expect the world and more from this man.
We don’t speak for what seems like an eternity. We just lie there caressing each other gently, eyes fixed on one another as life-long lovers might, until the storm passes by finally and the world around us returns again to a peaceful calm.
“Admit it”, he says.
I slap him playfully.
“What was your stake again?”
“Everything that I own”, I say.
Alex raises his eyebrows and pulls me towards him.
“I’ll let you off if you write a nice article about me.”
“I’m not that easily corrupted I’m afraid.”
“Then I guess I’ll just have to work for it.”
“And I’ll have to give you everything I own.”
His kisses feel like galaxies ex
ploding against my cheek.
“I’m sure we can work something out.”
“We’ll have to make sure we can get home first, otherwise neither of us are going to need anything.”
“That won’t be a problem.”
“How so?”
“There’s nothing wrong with the boat.”
I push him away so I can look at him, my heart leaping wildly in my chest.
“Are you fucking kidding me?” I say.
“Would it make a difference if I was?”
“Yes, of course it would make a difference. You’d have lied to me. I thought we were going to die. We wouldn’t have fucked.”
“Did you fuck me because you thought you were going to die?”
I pull myself away from him, his cock sliding out and slapping theatrically onto his thigh.
“No, but that’s beside the point. You would have put us in danger unnecessarily.”
“Do you regret what we did?”
“That’s not the point. Fuck, Alex, are you serious about this? Is there seriously nothing wrong with the boat?”
Now I do feel cold. Alex sits up to face me, his expression blank, his hands raised passively. I’m ready to get super mad at him, even though I’m not sure I want to.
“There isn’t technically anything wrong with the boat.”
“Technically? You asshole.”
“Wait a sec-.”
“Fuck, Alex.”
“It’s out of gasoline, that’s all.”
“What?”
“It’s out of gasoline. I didn’t check the levels before we came out. I was embarrassed to say before just in case you got mad, I thought you wouldn’t mind so much now.”
I can’t help but laugh.
“What?” he says.
“You.”
“What? Stop shaking your head. What?”
“You. You’re an idiot sometimes.”
“Ok.”
“You could have told me, you know.”
“I thought you’d think I was an idiot for not checking before coming out.”
“You are an idiot, but I already know that.”
“Thank you for being honest.”
“I mean, honestly, the shit you alpha males worry about sometimes.”
“You’re not mad?”
“Everyone makes mistakes.”
“Just don’t go doing it again, right?” he says.
“So we’re definitely stuck here?”
“At least the storm has passed.”
“I would have been a lot madder if the boat didn’t hold up.”
“I told you, she’s solid.”
“Thank you.”
“What for?”
“That fuck.”
“I knew you’d enjoy it.”
“Don’t lie to me again. Whatever it is, promise me you’ll never do it”, I say.
“I promise.”
“I mean it Alex. I still don’t know what to think about this whole set up, but I can’t have you being dishonest.”
“Alright.”
“Don’t do that again.”
He shuffles closer to put one hand on my chin to turn my eyes towards him.
“Cross my heart and hope to die.”
“Please don’t do that yet, not before we’ve had round two.”
“You’re insatiable.”
“I’m a woman and I’ve got some catching up to do.”
“Alright.”
“Good.”
“Good.”
He’s right. Out here the stars do like like a blanket. There is nothing like seeing the world after a storm, because it looks like it’s just been reborn. With little other than a sheet to cover us and a makeshift bed made out of cushions below us, we watch the night go by from the deck of the ship, hand in hand like a real fucking couple.
I don’t want him to know so I don’t tell him, but secretly I hope this night never ends.
Seven.
Alex
If you can imagine all of the best moments in your life, the things that you’ve done and the things that you’ve always wanted to do, all wrapped up into one tight little bundle of perfection finished off with a neat little bow, you’d still be nowhere close. I’ve been with a lot of girls, and I’ve had a hell of a lot of fun between the sheets, on top of them, around them or without any at all, but nothing I’ve ever experienced comes anywhere near to that. It’s kinda scary. In fact, it’s really fucking scary.
I’m not going to say it was unbeatable, but that was definitely perfection territory and more, and for the first fuck, even for me, that’s almost completely unheard of. I don’t know how many times I came. I know that sounds stupid for a guy to say, but from the moment I put my dick inside her, I felt like I was already experiencing an orgasm in a way I had never done before. When I finally shot my load, which I did like a dozen times, I could have been rolling into my third or fourth. I’ve never had a multiple orgasm before, and before now, I just didn’t think it was possible. Now I figure it could be the norm.
I’m glad she was alright about the gasoline thing because right before I told her I thought she was going to flip out. It’s stupid really and I should have told her before, but I just didn’t want her thinking I was somehow inadequate. It’s not really like me to care, but with this one I do, way more than is probably healthy. Now that we’ve fucked, and she’s finally admitted she can’t resist me, I know the tables are going to turn subtly, because she’s going to be the one in control. As soon as she realizes I’m legit, and I can’t get enough of her, she’s going to take advantage of that, which means I have to be super careful about how I come across. Not too much to show her how much she means to me, and not too little to think I don’t care. It’s a subtle balance made even harder because this girl is ever better than I expected her to be. Keeping myself away from her and still keeping her interested enough in me is going to be a real fucking test of my resolve.
In five days she goes back to her real life, and after only two here I’m beginning to really fall for her again. I don’t fall for just anyone either, which is why I know this is important. I guess only time will tell if Lucy truly feels the same way, now that she’s finally had a taste of me.
I just hope the reality of me, is way better than her fantasy. I mean, I know I almost certainly am, but I still need her to tell me, repeatedly, the same way she did tonight, just to make it real.
We fall asleep under the stars, below a sky prettier than I’ve seen for a long time, before moving into the double bed half way through the night, when the wind gets too cold across our skin and the temperatures drop a little too much for us to stay out.
I sleep deeply, restfully, Lucy’s perfect little body cradled against mine, and wake up early to the morning light. While Lucy stays wrapped up in the sheets, refusing point blank to accept the day has begun, I get breakfast ready and organize a late morning rescue, which will give us enough time to fuck again if she’s in the mood to allow it.
When she smells the coffee she begins to stir, rolls over towards me and gives me a naughty smile.
“Good morning”, I say.
“If it’s still morning it’s way too early for me.”
“Coffee?”
“Black”
“Sugar?”
She shakes her head and props herself up while I make it.
“The storm has passed”, she says.
“That wasn’t the storm I was expecting.”
“You mean there’s going to be more of what we had last night?”
I take her coffee over and sit on the edge of the bed with her.
“That is almost certain.”
“Are you having us rescued?”
“I thought it might be best.”
“And here I was getting used to my new life as an itinerant sailor.”
“We can always come out again when we know what the weather is doing”, I say.
“Let’s cross that bridge when we come to it.”
“Are you hungry?” I ask.
“Don’t tell me you’ve been out already this morning to catch me a fish?”
“I’ve not only caught you a fish, I’ve made you bread, poached you some eggs and picked wild asparagus.”
“You really are a man of many talents.”
“Just make sure you put that in the article.”
I would love to slide back in bed alongside her but the moment doesn’t seem right and I don’t want to push it, or come across too eager too early. We’ve fucked, it was incredible, it’s likely we’ll fuck again, but I want to know that if we do, we do so because she really wants to. She’s had a taste, and I want her to come back begging for more. It won’t do me any favors to show her I can’t resist her, which is why I’ve got to hold myself off and wait for the signal.
I made her unable to resist in the first place, now I’ve got to build on that and make it impossible for her to say no. This isn’t for my ego either, it’s because I really like this girl and I want to make sure I don’t fuck it up. The last thing I want is for her to get bored of me, or complacent, or, worst of all, able to predict what I want and control it.
If she knows I can’t resist her, she’s going to be the one able to decide when and for how long to give it to me, and right now, at this stage of the relationship, or whatever is right to call it after four years of ignoring each other, five years in the shadows and two days unable to look anywhere else, that’s the most dangerous thing of all.
I make a point of leaving the room to let her get dressed, because Lucy seems keen to play the same game I’m trying to play myself. She’s not exactly cold this morning, more conscious with her affection, flirtatious but careful of keeping distance, like she’s avoiding the subject she knows we’ll both be thinking about.
I’m not going to be the first to refer to it directly, and it seems that Lucy’s happy not to either, and the result of that is a kind of cat and mouse conversation layered with deeper meaning and subtext, that on one level is as clear an attempt at flirting as any I’ve ever seen, while on another says more about how competitive we are than anything else. Whatever it is, the fact that we’re not saying what we really want to say to each other, not doing what we want to do, even though we’ve done it once, means that the sexual tension flying about the boat across breakfast is even thicker than it was during the storm last night. I don’t know about her, but this is turning me on.
