15.Motion of the Ocean

15. Motion of the Ocean

All our above water territory like the coves are basically storage areas. Full of supplies, stuff we've kept that's drifted here, or items that we make and use but can't be stored underwater. Even a few wooden boats we hardly use are back here somewhere.

At least the torches still work. They light when Samson commands, illuminating the hidden cove we find ourselves in. He grins at me. "There's that beautiful face."

"Sweet talking me isn't going to get you out of helping. There should be some nets and tarps in here, oh, over there. Maybe we can turn some of this into a bed for the night."

I work alongside Samson, untangling the nets we've dragged over. "This isn't exactly glamorous, but it'll have to do." This is our home away from campus for the night.

"You're kidding, right?" He grins and gives me a wink. "I'm alone in a secluded cove of mystery with a beautiful sea nymph. There's nothing wrong with this picture."

I roll my eyes, but I can't help but smile at his words. "Shut up."

"Seriously. I love your scales, and they look even better bathed in blue, reflecting the water." He picks up a net as he talks.

"You don't need that," I tease. "You already caught me, Sorin."

Samson smiles, spreading the net down on smooth rock as we create our makeshift bed. He reaches out to brush a strand of hair from my forehead. "This is perfect. Just you and me, surrounded by the sea."

Okay, being together in my home, hearing the distant waves and looking at him in the torchlight… It's having an effect. We've erected enough of a bed, so we might as well test it out.

I pull him to me, and just as I press my lips to his, he pulls back. “Hey, you know my name now, but I don’t know yours.”

My eyebrow rises as I tell him, “You better know my name.”

“I don’t know why you’re named Argyle. The others I’ve met are Reef, Koi, Anemone. Why are you Argyle?”

“Oh.” That's easy enough to answer. I twist around, giving him a view of my back.

“Uh… If you want me to take you from behind, I'm so down, but what does that have to do with our conversation?”

I turn halfway to shoot him an amused look. “No, dummy. Look down near my side on the right. Look at the pattern my skin and scales make.”

“Oh,” he murmurs. A second later he reaches out to touch, his fingers gently grazing the unique pattern that adorns my back. “It kind of looks like an argyle design.”

“My mom is more familiar with humans than some of the other nymphs," I explain. "When she saw the skin on my back, it immediately reminded her of the patterns on argyle socks, and she said she couldn’t imagine calling me anything else.”

“That’s nice. Kind of a way to honor your human side while you live underwater.”

“Yeah. Never thought of it that way but I guess so.” It’s like I had a piece of the human world with me all along. My name was a connection to my other side.

When I turn to face Samson again, I'm smiling.

“I like the way you think,” I say, pecking him on the lips.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. In fact, not a bad idea you had earlier. Wanna fuck me?” I offer with a grin.

“Sounds good. After I take care of a few things first.”

What does that mean? He has some errands he needs to run before we have sex? I’m not sure, but I let him direct me as he turns me away from him, giving him a view of my back again. This time, he starts at my shoulders. I feel his breath against my bare skin and then he presses a kiss there, leisurely working this way down.

His touch feels different on my skin than on my scales, and Samson quickly figures out the best ways to touch each part of me and use the different textures to his advantage.

“Oh, that feels good.”

“I’m just getting started.”

He kneels down, focusing all his attention on my namesake marking. A deep moan escapes my lips when his tongue gets involved. He licks and lavishes attention on my scales and skin, and I’m breathing heavy and growing hard.

When I’m about ready to beg for more, his tongue trails down the ridge of my spine. My cock throbs in anticipation as Samson's warm breath blows across the small of my back.

He gently parts the globes of my ass, exposing my hole. Right as I realize what's going to happen, his tongue licks across my entrance. Slow and deliberate, making every nerve ending there scream with delight.

"Oh yes..." I groan, arching my back against Samson's lips. "So good... please don't stop..."

The sounds spilling from my lips are a bit embarrassing since they echo in the cove, but my cries seem to spur him on.

His thumb rubs against my rim, and he uses it to stretch me open wider as his tongue plunges deeper. He opens me up with single-minded focus, getting me loose and wet, and I stop caring about what I sound like as my moans of pleasure echo off the cavernous walls around us.

"Oh, Samson," I groan, writhing against his tongue. "Keep going. Mmmm. Or wait, stop."

"Keep going or stop?"

"Uh, yes."

I feel him pull back and I whine, shuffling on my feet. He steadies me with his hands on my hips. "Kind of sending mixed signals there."

"It's too much," I say. "You're going to make me come like this."

He gets closer once more and I feel him smile against my skin. "That's the idea, yeah."

"I need more. Wanna come with you inside me."

"You'll get more," he promises. "But first, I want to watch you come just like this."

I whimper at the thought. Samson spreads my cheeks wide, exposing my hole to his gaze, and then he resumes his ministrations.

A finger joins his tongue inside me, and I feel my orgasm building.

"Samson, I'm close," I warn him, my voice shaking. "Oh god, yes."

I cry out in pleasure as I come, and he continues to lick and suck at my hole, drawing out every last drop of pleasure until I’m a quivering mess.

My feet feel unsteady under me and I wobble, and Samson springs up a second later, a hand against my back as he guides me to a part of the cove where we can sit down.

He sits on the cool rock and gathers me in his arms while I sit on his lap. We kiss slowly, in no hurry. Samson is still hard, though he waits for me to catch my breath. He also had the sense to pack some lube in the bag he brought, so I can feel his hand move in a slow rhythm and slick up his cock while our tongues tangle together in the quiet of the cove.

He preps me leisurely next, taking his time to explore. When my cock stands to attention again and I'm ready for more, I pull my lips away from his. "I'm ready Sorin, I need you."

"Fuck. My name sounds really good on your lips."

I rise up and he positions himself so I can sink back down onto his cock. The intensity between us is electrifying and he watches me riveted as I take him deep inside me.

"Argyle, you feel so good."

"Mmm, Samson." I begin to move, my body undulating against his in a steady, deliberate rhythm.

"No, come on, say it."

"Say what?" I wonder. He stares intently, like that's an answer. It takes me a moment to think, but I eventually figure out what he means.

"Sorin?"

"There you go."

"Sorin!"

I really hadn't meant to scream his name, but his hands on my hips guided me, and I dropped down on just the right spot, his cockhead pressing into my prostate and lighting me up inside.

"Yeah, fuck. Argyle."

"Sorin, god. Sorin!"

And once I start shouting, it's hard to stop. His eyes are just so hypnotizing, and he holds me so closely as we grind together.

I'm shouting the name nobody at our school even knows. I'm one of the only people allowed to call him Sorin, and here I am screaming his name in this hidden cove. I'm grateful I get to know his secrets and grateful he sees me and appreciates me.

One of his hands skates over the argyle pattern on my side and I shiver. It's not just that he sees me; it's that we see each other. There's nothing between us as I work myself on his dick, only pleasure, and it builds and grows.

I never thought I'd be in the cove my friends and I used to sneak out to with a fire wizard from the surface, a man who looks at me like that. It's amazing, riding him, feeling full and complete, wanting this to last forever.

"God, Samson. Sorin, I'm close."

"Me too. Fuck, Argyle."

I want it to last forever, sure, but I also really need to come.

Samson's body stiffens beneath me, and he lets out a loud groan as he comes. I can feel his cock pulsing inside me, filling me with his warmth.

As he comes down from his orgasm, I continue to move, drawing out every last drop of pleasure. His hand fists my cock and jacks me off.

My body shudders with pleasure, and I cry out as I spill over his hand.

We collapse onto the rock below us, panting heavily. The sound of the waves crashing against the rocks outside makes me more determined to save Calypso Bay than ever. Because I could really get used to nights like this.