Chapter 20

CHAPTER TWENTY

Crossing the Gulf Stream was rough, but now we were skirting the east coast, and the waters had calmed down considerably. If only my thoughts would calm down. For the last three hours, I’d lain awake, staring up at the bottom of his bunk. I listened to his soft, even breathing and wished I were holding him in my arms as he slept. Or maybe he would be awake, and my hands would find their way inside his pants.

Gah! I can’t fucking stop. I can’t stop thinking about him.

The satin-smooth feel of his skin, the wild waves of his burnished hair tangled around my fingers, his slim, lithe body and slender legs wrapped around my waist— fuck, I’m hard again!

I had to get away from him, but sleep evaded me, even sprawled across the sunbed on deck, staring up at the pale golden moon and a sky littered with stars. Even the Atlantic breeze couldn’t cool my damp skin. The humidity tonight was stifling, and my skin was already flushed and heated from my body’s response to my thoughts. I wiped the sweat from my chest, and my hand continued to glide over my abs, down inside my briefs.

“If you’re gonna put on a show for me, at least take off your underwear, so I can get my money’s worth.”

Sam's deep voice startled me. The stern of the boat was pitch black, and I could barely make out his form.

My sharp crack of laughter drifted away on the wind. “I wasn't putting on a show. I just couldn't sleep.”

Sam sat down beside me on the sunbed. The clouds above shifted, revealing a crescent moon. The moonlight bathed his face and chest. Sam traced his finger down my damp chest, his voice a low rumble.

“You must have something on your mind. Something’s stirring your body so badly you can't sleep. I wonder what that could be.”

His finger dipped into my navel, and I shivered. His gaze fell on my hard cock, pushing against the cotton fabric. “I can't stop thinking about him.”

He traced his finger over the bulge in my underwear, pressing just hard enough to tease. “So, it's done then. Was it magical rainbows and unicorns?”

I rubbed over my nipple, squeezing my pec, and closed my eyes, remembering how gorgeous he looked spread out on the blanket, surrounded by candles flickering in the breeze, with his parted lips and shallow panting breath, tousled hair and perfect pink cock that dripped in anticipation of my mouth.

“It was for me. I just hope it was for him.”

“I'm sure it was,” Sam chuckled, his fingers skating over my balls. Involuntarily, they drew up tight. “So, you want to do it again? What's stopping you?”

“It was only supposed to be one night.”

“We both know that's bullshit. It was never going to be one night. I talked to Nicky, and I could tell he was already making plans, spinning it in his head.”

“That's the thing, though. He's so young and na?ve. He's confusing sex and love.”

Sam tugged the band of my briefs down enough to expose my cock to the breeze. It stiffened even harder. Spitting in his hand, he grasped it in his calloused fist and jacked me slowly, not enough to relieve the ache, but just enough to keep me on edge.

“What about you? You're not young or na?ve, and yet you're already confusing sex and love when it comes to him.”

“Why would you say that?” My defensive tone was a dead giveaway.

“Go ahead and deny it,” he dared me, rubbing his thumb over the wet head of my cock.

“I can't! Fuck,” I cried, dropping my head down on the cushion. “How did I get caught up in this? ”

Sam chuffed, sucking his thumb clean. “Because the perfect boy made you an offer you couldn't refuse.”

“What am I, The Godfather ?”

“No, just his Daddy.”

“I slipped,” I admitted, feeling like a fool. “When I came, I slipped and called him my boy.”

“And what did he say?”

My mouth watered like it did every time I recalled his words, and I swallowed hard. “He said, ‘ I love you, Daddy ’. And then…”

“And then you came harder than you ever have in your life,” he guessed, continuing to stroke me.

“Pretty much.”

Sam's dark head hovered over my lap. “Did he suck you?” he asked just before his lips closed around my cock.

“Fuck, yeah. I showed him how.”

When he came up for air, he said, “I bet with those soft, pillowy lips, he can suck amazing dick.”

“Shit,” I hissed, thinking of his perfect mouth while feeling Sam's.

“I bet you could fit his entire cock in your throat without even struggling.”

“Ungh, yeah, the perfect mouthful.”

Sam rubbed his fingers over my hole, shooting off sparks inside my body. “How tight was he?”

“Fuucckkkk, so tight.” He pressed harder but didn't breach my rim, which made me want him all the more .

“Cass?”

Nicky's timid voice made my heart stop beating momentarily, and I squinted hard at the stairs, trying to make out his face in the darkness.

“What's wrong?”

“Nothing, just couldn't sleep. I wondered where you went. Sam?”

“Hey, Little Nicky.”

“Shouldn't you be steering the boat?”

“Autopilot,” he chuckled.

“Were you… Did I interrupt something?” The closer he came, the more of him I could make out, and I saw him clutching something in his hand.

“Come here, Nicky.” He took hesitant steps closer, but paused when he realized my cock was exposed and rock hard in Sam's hand.

“I'll just go back to bed,” he started.

“Come here, Nicky,” Sam commanded.

When he was close enough, I reached out for his hand, tugging him onto the sun bed. “What have you got in your hand?” He couldn't stop staring at my cock.

“A shell. I grabbed it from the beach last night after we…”

“Can I see it?” I asked, holding out my hand.

Nicky handed the shell to me, his eyes still glued between my legs. “I didn't mean to interrupt. I can just?—”

“I want you to stay right here with me. You're not going anywhere. ”

He swallowed, and I watched his throat slide. “Okay,” he breathed out.

“Sam was asking me about last night. He wanted to know if it was magical, like unicorns or rainbows.”

Nicky giggled.

“Did you enjoy yourself?” Sam asked.

My thumb skated over the spiral shell, tracing its smooth ridges. It was a long, conical-shaped pink Auger about the length of my hand. A beautiful shell.

“I-I?—”

“Since when do you stutter?” I teased, rubbing my hand over his heart. I could feel it beating beneath my palm. Nicky was nervous and excited. I tweaked his nipple, and he squeaked like a mouse.

“It was perfect. I didn’t know it could feel that good. I mean, I know sex is supposed to be good, but what Cass did to me… it was on another level.”

Sam smirked. “Is that right? You know, I taught him everything he knows.”

I choked on my laugh. “Seriously?”

Sam resumed his stroking. “I’ve never heard you complain, not once.”

Nicky’s breath hitched as he watched Sam's hand move up and down my shaft, his fingers tracing over the engorged veins. “You’re so hot together. I really didn’t mean to interrupt, but…”

The hand Sam wasn’t using to stroke me glided over Nicky’s bare shoulder. “Do you want to stay and watch? Maybe you’ll learn something new. ”

Anxiety and nervous excitement bubbled in my gut. I wasn’t sure how I felt about Nicky witnessing what Sam was about to do to me. On one hand, I sort of felt like I was cheating on him, which was absolutely absurd. We weren’t together. And I made no bones about being in an open relationship. Sam and I had always been a package deal, which I made very clear to Nicky, same as all my past partners. But his feelings were tender, his thinking might not be so evolved that he could understand the concept of an open relationship without having his feelings hurt.

Hell, there was no relationship between us!

I had to keep reminding myself of that, because every time I looked at him, all the feelings between us were there, and I couldn’t sidestep them. My love for Nicky was natural, and it came with the territory. I couldn’t just shut it off or put it into a box of boundaries I’d created to make this quagmire easier to navigate.

“Yes, I want to watch.”

My stomach sank. I dragged the tip of the shell up his leg, over his inner thigh, and with his leg bent, the junction between his thighs was exposed, and I tracked the pointy tip over his balls. He wore boxer shorts, and I knew how thin the cotton was. He could easily feel the shell tickling his sac. His eyes grew wide the closer I got to his ass.

“Come here, little boy. Come sit closer to Uncle Sam. ”

Fuck, he was going for it. Sam knew I was too afraid to broach the subject with Nicky, so he was wading waist-deep into troubled waters and dragging me with him. Nicky’s head turned sharply, staring at Sam with an open mouth.

“You-you know?”

“That you want to call him Daddy? Yeah, little one, I know.” Nicky scooted closer to Sam, and Sam wrapped his arms around Nicky's chest, holding him tightly in his solid embrace. “I know how much you want his love and his touch. I know how badly you want to be good for him.” Nicky nodded his head. “Why don’t you be a good boy and take those pants off?” Nicky swallowed so loud, I could hear him gulp, and then he shimmied his boxer shorts down his legs, all too eager to follow Sam’s instructions. “Good boy,” he whispered in Nicky’s ear. “Now spread your legs for your Daddy.”

Nicky’s perfect pink cock was as solid as steel and a clear luminous drop dripped down his shaft, sliding over the big, thick vein underneath. I ran the tip of the shell through the wet path, and his cock kicked.

“Look at me, Nicky. Is this what you want? I need you to tell me it’s okay to touch you again.”

“It’s okay,” he blurted, vigorously nodding his head. His excitement was too cute.

“Do you want Sam to join us?”

“Y-Yes,” he stuttered .

“If you get overwhelmed and you want to stop, you have to tell me.”

“I will, but I don’t ever want to stop.”

“You don’t ever want to stop, what?”

“I don’t ever wanna stop, Daddy,” he added hesitantly, testing the word.

Hearing him call me Daddy flipped a switch in my head; the nurturing, dominant switch that made me want to take this boy in my arms and worship him until he fell apart, and then put him back together again. There was no going back from this. Why would I? He’d given me everything I wanted. Nicky was my boy. He was mine .

Sam rubbed his thumbs over Nicky’s nipples until they were as hard as his dick. He nibbled on Nicky’s neck, whispering in his ear as he suckled his lobe. The extra attention just made Nicky wetter for me.

“So much pre-cum, I don’t even need lube.”

“No, I have more. In my room. I’ll go get it.”

Did he really think I would penetrate him without prepping him first? So sweet, so gullible. Reaching beneath the cushion, I dug out the bottle of lube Sam and I kept stashed there.

“No need, I’ve got you covered.”

Crawling between his legs, I sucked his sweet tip between my lips, swirling my tongue around the head to tease him before taking his entire length down my throat. Nicky gasped and grabbed my head, holding me prisoner between his legs. As if I were going anywhere.

“How good does your Daddy’s mouth feel wrapped around your cock?” Sam purred in his ear.

“OhmyGod, ohmyGod, ohmyGod,” he chanted over and over, his knees visibly shaking. Sam snickered darkly.

“I know exactly how good his mouth feels. He sucks my cock so good.”

“That’s so hot,” Nicky whispered, letting his thighs fall open wider to accommodate my bobbing head.

Increasing the suction, I slid my lips up and down his shaft, tonguing each vein and ridge as I rolled his balls between my fingers. Without even having to look at what I was doing, I grabbed the bottle of lube and wet my fingers without missing a beat. Bringing my slippery fingers to his smooth hole, I brushed them over his pucker until he was soft and slick, his hole opening wider with each pass of my fingers.

I was sure he thought I would slip my finger inside of him, but I had something else planned for my boy. Sitting up, I focused on Sam, sharing a private look with him as I reached for the shell. He nodded slightly.

“Look down between your legs, Nicky. Watch what your Daddy is going to do to you,” he warned.

Sliding the tip of the shell between his cheeks, I stopped over his hole, tapping it lightly with the tip. Nicky’s eyes grew wide, and he began to shake his head. The harder I pushed against his opening, the harder and faster he shook his head no.

“Open for your Daddy, little one,” Sam murmured in his ear like the devil on his shoulder.

“No, he isn’t. He w-wouldn’t.” Nicky stumbled over his words.

“He would, and he is,” Sam confirmed.

The tip of the shell slid easily past his rim, the conical shape gliding past his barrier without any resistance.

“Don’t squeeze tight, baby. Relax your bottom for Daddy,” I instructed.

Twisting the shell as I slid it in and out made it easy to gain another inch. Nicky’s breathing became ragged and loud as he panted.

“Cass,” he pleaded, though I wasn’t sure if he knew what he was asking for.

“No, not Cass, baby.”

“Daddy?” He ventured.

“That’s right.”

“How deep are you going to slide that shell inside me?”

“How deep do you want it?”

“Oh God, oh God, oh God,” he repeated, and I smiled as I buried another inch inside of him. Sam reached between his legs, swiping the dribbling cum from his slit and using it to lubricate his shaft as he slowly rubbed him down. “Oh God, there are hands everywhere, hands and shells,” he babbled .

“I think you like shells.”

“Is Daddy right? Do you like the way that shell feels slipping inside your bottom?”

Nicky could only nod as he continued to pant like an overheated puppy, and I couldn’t peel my eyes away from the sight of his ass contracting and expanding to accommodate the shell. I continued to fuck him with it until I saw his balls shrink and knew that he was getting close. From the desperate sounds he made, I could just imagine the pleasure he felt as each calcified ridge passed through his tight rim, dragging along his inner walls.

“Nicky baby, do you want to come on the tip of the shell? Or do you wanna come on Daddy’s cock?”

“Daddy,” he moaned, fixing his heated gaze on me.

“Turn him over, Sam.”

I slid the shell from his body. Sam handed me a condom and then slipped his shorts over his knees, kicking them to the deck.

I lost my shorts as quickly as they both did and rolled it over my shaft, using my slippery hand to slick the rubber. Sam positioned Nicky on his hands and knees, and I slid my hand over his perfect, pale cheeks, spreading them wide so I could stare at his tight pink hole. He was so fucking perfect. So beautiful. The sight of him ready and waiting for me on his knees, with his legs spread wide, his pucker pulsing, waiting to swallow my cock, almost did me in. Squeezing the head of my cock tightly, I struggled to hold back, to take a deep breath and calm myself.

“Your Daddy’s cock is a lot thicker than that seashell. Are you ready to take him?” Sam asked, stroking his own cock.

“Yes, I’m ready for my Daddy.”

“Such a good boy, so hungry,” Sam purred, stroking Nicky’s hair.

He waited until I began to push inside Nicky’s tight heat before taking his lips in a searing kiss, swallowing his cry. I knew it burned, but I also knew it was going to feel really good in a matter of moments. Gripping his hips, I gently worked my cock in and out of his bottom, and it killed me to hold back, but I did it for his sake.

“Does it hurt, baby?” Nicky nodded without speaking. “Your Daddy’s gonna take the burn away and make it feel so good,” Sam promised. “It’ll help if you touch yourself,” he suggested, taking his own cock in hand as an example.

Nicky followed suit, jacking himself as I slowly fucked his ass. When he started moaning, I increased my pace, going harder and faster. My body felt like it was on fire from the pleasure. His ass was so goddamn tight. It was a miracle I hadn’t come yet. He grew more vocal the harder I thrust, and I loved how responsive he was, how it only made me burn hotter.

“Why don’t we put your mouth to good use? Can’t have you waking our guests,” Sam warned, guiding Nicky’s head down to his lap.

Grabbing the base of his cock, he fed it between Nicky’s lips, and I watched my boy suck my best friend’s cock as I fucked him. My sweet Nicky, spit-roasted and loving every second of it. How was this my life? How had I become this lucky? I gave Sam a look to let him know I was close.

“Your Daddy’s gonna fill your bottom with his cum. And then I’m gonna fill your mouth with mine. I want you to swallow every drop of it. Do you hear me?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Yes, what?”

“Yes, Uncle Sam.”

“When you’re done swallowing like a good boy, you can come.”

“Oh God,” he whined, probably ready at that very second.

With one last thrust, I buried myself balls deep in his tight ass and filled the tip of the condom with a grunt. Stilling my hips, my cock kicked, and I was sure the pleasure registered on my face.

“You feel that?” Sam asked. Nicky nodded with his mouth full of cock. “Get ready, baby, swallow every drop.” He wrapped his hand around Nicky’s throat so he could feel him swallow. “ Ughhhhh ,” he moaned as he unleashed down my boy's throat.

Nicky slurped and gurgled as he struggled to swallow the entire load. Sam always shot a thick load. Reaching between his legs, I covered his hand with mine, jacking him until he came in my fist. Nicky collapsed in Sam’s lap, and I leaned over his sweaty back to kiss Sam’s lips.

“So hot,” Nicky murmured, face down in Sam’s lap.

We broke apart as we chuckled, and I collapsed on top of him, squeezing him in my arms.

“I love you, Daddy,” he whispered.

“I love you too, sweetheart.”