Chapter 6

Andrew

 

As I followed Eric toward his cabin, my mind was going a million miles an hour. This was really happening, right? I hadn’t gotten sunstroke in Palma, and I wasn’t lying in my own bed, hallucinating a fantasy about hooking up with him?

Well, if I was, I hoped nobody woke me up, because this was awesome. All the way down the stairs and corridors, I could still taste the tart remnants of his drink, and my pulse was going a million miles an hour because he’s taking me back to his cabin holy shit this is happening. After ogling him from a distance and convincing myself I didn’t have a chance…this…was…happening.

The corridor was just like the one where I was staying—lined on both sides by identical-looking numbered doors—except the doors were a little farther apart. Staterooms, I guessed.

Eric stopped in front of one and slid his keycard into the reader. The click of the lock hit my system like a klaxon, sending my pulse surging even higher and making my breath come even faster. 

We’re here.

We’re here!

Oh God. We’re here.

Nerves tried to take over, but Eric didn’t notice. He led me inside, then used our combined weight to shut the door, and the latch hadn’t even clicked before he was kissing me. Those nerves almost abandoned ship right then and there. With the way we were making out up against the door, it was impossible to think about anything else. Especially since it was unrestrained now. We’d been ballsy out on the deck, kissing and flirting and getting really cozy right there in public. Here? Behind closed doors? With sex pretty much inevitable? There was no holding back.

The nerves rallied, though, and with a jolt, I remembered what he’d told me out on the deck.

He must’ve felt me tense because he broke the kiss and met my gaze. “What?”

“Uh…” I gulped. “Listen, this is…physically, this is going to be some new territory, okay? And I just want to be sure I don’t do anything wrong.” I cringed inwardly, terrified that might’ve been a mood killer.

But Eric smiled, sliding his hands down over my hips. “I’ll guide you as we go.

“Okay. Just…if there’s anything you want me to know, say so.”

“Well, I like it rough.”

I hadn’t thought my dick could get any harder, but I was wrong. “Yeah? How rough?”

He gestured at the wall. “Rough enough we might be apologizing to the neighbors tomorrow.”

I groaned, kneading his hips. “Oh, I like the sound of that.”

“Do you?”

“Uh-huh.”

 “Figured you would.” Wrapping his arms around the back of my neck, he looked in my eyes, and his expression turned a little more serious. “Look, I know what you’re asking. I’ve got different equipment than you’re expecting. And yeah, like I said, I do like using it in the bedroom.”

I nodded. “Okay. Just, like I said, a little guidance, and we’re good.”

“Perfect.” A smile flickered across his lips, but faded. “Hard limit though is terminology. What’s between my legs doesn’t define me, but it does do a pretty good job of getting me off. The only time it’s an issue is when I’m with a guy who wants to feminize it. Call it…well, anything you’d use to refer to a woman, and we’ll have a problem.”

“Duly noted.”

He kissed me again, and apparently that was all that needed to be said, at least for now. Okay, that worked. As long as I knew where the lines were—game on.

As we shuffled toward the bed, he murmured, “Anything I should know?”

“Not that I can think of.” I squeezed his ass through his jeans. “Don’t really…like pain, but otherwise…”

He nipped at my lower lip. “I can work with that.”

“Good. Now we’ve really gotta get these clothes off.”

“Mmm, I like that idea.” He nodded past me toward the bed. “I’ve got condoms. Lube too.”

I glanced toward the bedside table where he’d left the necessities at the ready. “Lube? So…you like anal, then?”

“I do, but I use the lube for everything else too. Cuts down on the friction.”

“Oh. Okay.”

“And yes, I do like anal. Just not with someone new. And anyway, there’s more prep involved. Gotta go slow at first. And I…” He brushed his lips across mine. “I don’t feel like going slow.”

I shivered. “I love the way you think.”

Whatever he said next was lost in a long, frantic kiss. Still dressed, we tumbled onto the bed, and God only knew how, but we managed to shove our clothes out of the way in between kissing and groping and maybe occasionally breathing. The heat of his skin had me flying high; I couldn’t get enough. Pulling him tight against me, I slid my hands down his back to his perfect ass, and he gave a soft groan between kisses. I had a second or two of awareness that the only erection between us was mine. And maybe a second or two of wondering why that didn’t seem odd to me. But then I was too caught up in him to worry about anything except turning him on.

We rolled onto our sides, still pressed together and kissing. He slid a hand between us and started stroking. Without thinking about it, I ran my palm up his smooth abs toward his chest.

Eric jumped.

So did I. “What? Is—”

“It’s okay.” He gently took my wrist—apparently I’d jerked my hand away—and put my hand back on his chest. As he guided it upward, he said, “Just forgot to mention…Right nipple’s a little…doesn’t have a lot of feeling anymore, so it feels kind of weird. Having it touched, I mean.”

I cocked my head. “Why’s that?”

He shrugged. “Some nerve wonkiness from when I had top surgery.”

“Oh. So, leave it alone?”

“That one, yes.” He let my hand glide over his other pec. “This side, though? Have at it.”

I grinned. “Is that a subtle way of saying you like having your nipple played with?”

“It’s a subtle way of saying I want your hands on me.”

I had to bite my lip as a shiver ran all the way through me. “Love the sound of that.”

“And you can get kind of rough, too.” He pressed my fingers together so I was pinching his nipple hard, and breathlessly asked, “What about you? You like it rough?”

“Uh-huh.” I licked my lips. “Nipples especially.”

Eric’s grin made me tingle all over. “Good to know.” We kissed a bit longer, teasing nipples and making each other gasp and damn near purr. After awhile, he shifted a little beside me, and settled onto his back. Then, eyes never leaving mine, Eric brought my hand up and sucked my first two fingers into his mouth. Oblivious to my heart pounding and my dick getting painfully hard, he guided my hand between his legs.

“C’mere and kiss me,” he whispered.

I did, and somehow that held enough of my focus that I couldn’t overthink everything he was doing with our hands. I was aware of unfamiliar contours. Of my fingertips gliding from lightly haired skin to slick and hot. I was only vaguely aware of my own nerves, of my fear of doing something wrong since this was new, but he was taking the lead so firmly, he wasn’t giving me time to worry or overthink things.

He brought my fingers to his…clit? No, that wouldn’t be what he’d call it, so I just paid attention to how he had me stroking him—in circles, then up and down the hard little nub, then circling again.

“Like that?” I asked against his lips.

“Uh-huh.” He grinned. “My dick likes the same kind of attention yours does. Just…not as rough.”

Dick. Got it.

“Noted,” I murmured, and kissed him again. He encouraged my fingers to circle faster. He kept my touch so light I didn’t imagine it would do much for him, but his breathing told a different story.

I drew back a little, watching his face. He closed his eyes and bit his lip, and when he encouraged my touch to be just a little firmer, he groaned softly.

“Like that?” I asked.

“Uh-huh.” He moistened his lips and met my gaze. “And…this is okay with you, right?”

“Yeah.” I nodded. “Yeah, it’s…all good. Just as long as it’s good for you. I didn’t think most trans guys were…uh…into…”

“We’re all different, baby.” He grazed my lips with his again. “I happen to like it.” He encouraged my fingers to press a touch more firmly. “A lot.”

“Good.” I grinned at him. “I just want to make you crazy.”

“Mmm, keep doing what you’re doing, and you will.”

I bit my lip and kept doing what I was doing. Eric closed his eyes, brow furrowing as his lips parted. Then he took his hand off mine and moved it to my cock, and I groaned at the contact. The stateroom was almost completely silent except for our harsh, sort-of-steady breathing as we stroked each other. Maybe the mechanics were different from what I was used to, but the results were the same. The results were perfect. Eric, squirming beside me, breath hitching, grip tightening on my dick whenever I apparently touched him just right. My heart beat faster. Our hands moved faster. We both breathed faster.

Right up until he put a hand on my wrist.

Panting hard, he brushed his lips across mine. “Don’t want to get too sensitive too fast.”

I just moaned because my brain was short-circuiting from having this hot man pressed up against me and jerking me off. He kissed me, then nudged me onto my back and crawled down between my legs.

“Oh fuck,” I murmured as he circled the head of my cock with his tongue. I could barely breathe. I couldn’t do anything except watch him go to town on me. His lips and tongue traced every inch of my dick, my balls, my taint. He didn’t leave anything untouched. A few times I thought he was going to continue down and rim me, and I was only glad he didn’t because I was pretty sure that would’ve put me over the edge. That, and I loved how his mouth felt on my cock. The way he licked here and fluttered his tongue there. How he deep-throated now and again, squeezing with his lips while he teased my balls with his fingertips.

“God, Eric. That is so, so good.”

He hummed softly, then took me deep in his mouth again. I swore, forcing my hips to stay still and fighting the urge to grab his hair; I hated when guys did that to me, but damn if I couldn’t understand the temptation.

He kept going until he had me spun up and almost shaking, and exactly like he had when we’d been giving each other handjobs, picked just that moment to stop.

Damn it, no. I was right there.

“What the—”

Eric laughed, meeting my gaze with that primal gleam in his eyes. “Don’t want to get you off yet.”

“No?” I licked my lips. “What’re you going to do with me instead?”

“I want to fuck.” He said it matter-of-factly as he stretched toward the bedside table. As he came back to the middle of the bed, he said, “Put this on.” He pushed the condom into my hand.

I did as I was told. I loved men who took charge in bed. Fucking loved it.

Once the rubber was in place, Eric stroked some lube onto it. Not as much as I’d usually use, but he knew how much he needed, so I didn’t question him.

He climbed on top. I was about to offer to help guide my dick to him, but with a roll of his hips, he took me. Every inch. All at once.

I gasped and my shoulders came up off the bed. “Holy shit.”

Eric grinned wickedly down at me, and playfully pushed me back down to the mattress. “What’s wrong?”

“N-nothing. Just wasn’t expecting…so quick…no prep…”

“Told you—don’t need prep.” He kissed me quickly before sitting up again. He started moving slowly, rising until my cock almost slid out, then easing back down. “Like that?”

“Uh-huh. Jesus.”

Eric laughed. “Remember how I said I like it rough?”

Oh God. Oh sweet mother of God.

“Yeah?”

He grinned.

And then he rode me. Hard.  He planted his hands beside my shoulders, and he did…fuck, something with his hips that made my dick feel amazing, and I just stared at him. Nothing had ever been sexier than what I was seeing right then—Eric riding my cock, fast and deep, his eyes closed and his teeth digging into his lip.

I desperately wanted to grab onto him or at least touch him, but I didn’t want to screw up his rhythm, so I settled for clawing at the sheets beside his knees. Digging my heels into the mattress, I managed to thrust up into him, and he rewarded me with a long moan as we fell into sync. Christ, he was so tight and slick and perfect. This was…oh God, how had I not lost it already?

Then he leaned forward a little, angling his hips differently, and he gasped. His features were taut with intense concentration, deep crevices forming between his eyebrows and his lips pulling tight across his teeth, and his rhythm took on a whole new sense of urgency. I stilled my own hips, letting him take over, and just watched as much as my watering eyes allowed.

“Fuck…” he ground out. He moaned again. Shuddered. Gasped. His breaths started coming in short, sharp huffs, and then he cried out and threw his head back, clenching hard around my dick, and I damn near came too.

With a soft whimper, he stopped, and he slumped a little, holding himself up on his shaking arms.

I blinked. “That…is so hot.”

He laughed, sounding drunk.

I pulled him down for a kiss, then wrapped my arms around him and rolled him onto his back. I couldn’t quite stay in while we were shifting position, but once we’d stopped, it only took a second and a little guidance from him to bury my dick in him again. “All right. My turn.”

Eric grinned up at me, still flushed and sweaty. “Bring it.”

In my mind, I had it right from the start. I’d had sex in this position plenty of times, so why the hell not? This was a little different than I was used to, though. The angle was just different enough to throw me off, even if it was only for two or three strokes. Then I found my stride, and suddenly we were moving together again, his hips rocking just right to complement my clumsy-at-first thrusts. His hands ran all over me. Our mouths met, broke apart, met again. I didn’t know why we bothered kissing when we were both panting like this, but hell, I loved the way he kissed, so it was worth a try.

“Harder,” he pleaded, raking his nails up my back. “Fuck me harder, baby.”

Oh, that I could do. I sat up, pulling my knees up next to his hips, and gripped his ass as I fucked him violently, and he egged me on with soft moans and whimpers and slurred curses.

A shudder jarred me hard enough I nearly lost my balance. “Jesus.” I almost choked on my own breath.

He squeezed his eyes shut, pressing his head back into the pillow as he arched under me. “Oh fuck. Yeah. Fuck…”

“Oh shit…” I slammed in deep, shuddered again, and almost blacked out.

Eric relaxed. I relaxed. For a solid minute, the only sounds in the room were the two of us gulping in air. I couldn’t remember the last time I’d had sex that left me out of breath like this, and I already couldn’t wait for the next time.

After a moment, I wiped a shaky hand over my face. “Holy shit, that was hot.”

Eric laughed, and I thought he sounded kind of uneasy. “You sound surprised.”

“No, it’s not that.” I licked my lips as I carefully pulled out. “Just…if you’d been there for what little sex I’ve had in the last few months…”

“That bad?”

“Not bad. Just kind of…meh.” I sat up, looking around the stateroom. “Bathroom is…”

He pointed at one of the many doors. “Over there.”

“Be right back.” I gave him a quick kiss, got up, and went into the tiny bathroom to get rid of the condom. When I came back, I paused, and I grinned as I raked my eyes over him. Though we’d already fucked, this was the first time I’d actually had a good look at him naked.

And God, he was hot. Lean and sculpted like he knew his way around a gym. That faint sunburn I’d noticed on the first day had faded to a light golden tan on his face and shoulders, though the rest of him was fair-skinned. Smooth muscles. Flat abs. Sprinkles of dark hair on his arms, legs, and chest. His leg was canted slightly to the side, revealing the small pink nub protruding from the thin thatch of hair.

My gaze only had a second to linger there before Eric shifted slightly, and I caught the subtlest hint of uneasiness in his expression. Shit, had I been staring at him enough to make him uncomfortable?

“Sorry.” I grinned as I joined him in bed. “Just gloating a little.”

His eyebrows jumped, his body still tense. “Gloating?”

“Fuck yeah.” I trailed a fingertip up the center of his chest. “I’ve been ogling you since the start of the cruise, and I just fucked you. Damn right I’m gloating.”

Eric laughed, some of that new tension starting to ease. He sidled closer to me, draping an arm over my waist. “Good thing we met this early in the cruise then, right?”

I cocked my head.

He lifted his chin to kiss me. “Means we still have the whole rest of the cruise to fuck each other senseless.”

I shivered, pulling him in tighter. “You’re serious? You want to do this again?”

“Are you kidding?” He brushed his lips across mine. “If you’re game, I want as much of what we just did as we can fit into however many days we have left.”

This is definitely a heatstroke hallucination. No way in hell that guy wants me for the next week and a half.

But as I ran my fingers through his short sweaty hair…no, it wasn’t a hallucination. I was in his bed. We’d just had the most amazing sex. He wanted more. So did I.

I traced my thumb along his lower lip. “Good thing the stores onboard sell condoms. Think we’re gonna need ‘em.”

Eric grinned. And then he kissed me.

And I hoped this cruise would never end.