Sailor

 

It’s Sunday afternoon, and I’m bored as I lie on my bed. With nothing to distract me, I keep obsessing over the guys. Jake’s been at Maddie’s this weekend, and Elliott’s been working extra hours since he wants to take a few days off while I’m on fall break, but I wish he was around this weekend.

I should call Carrie. I grab my phone off the nightstand.

“Hello, chickadee,” she says, obviously seeing my name on the screen of her phone.

“Hi. How’s it going in Oahu?”

“Amazing. Joshua and I are getting along, and his family has been more than welcoming. I’ve been applying for jobs, hoping someone on this island will need a Harvard graduate with an economics degree. How are things with the guys?”

“Confusing and wonderful. I can’t choose, Carrie. They both said they’ll give me time, but each day that passes, I feel guiltier about it.

“They have an odd relationship, too. They try to put on a front that they’re not close, but talking to them individually, I can tell they care about each other. I don’t want this to ruin their friendship, but I believe it could.

“I don’t see how they’re going to live together after I choose, either. I’d feel like I could never go to their place. Sometimes I think it would be better if I left them both, but I don’t want it to come to that.”

“Have you done a pros and cons list yet?”

“No. I feel like I should follow my heart, not what’s on paper, but since I love them both, I don’t know how much help my heart’s going to be.

“Elliott thinks I’ll be his last love, and Jake says I’m his first, but what if I could be both his first and last? Elliott told me he doesn’t want kids, but I don’t know if he meant it, and Jake wants them like I do.”

“It sounds like you are considering the pros and cons. If you feel you love them equally, you may not have a choice but to pick that way.”

“How did I get myself into this mess?”

“Like I said before, this situation seems meant to be, regardless of whether it makes sense now.”

My phone beeps, signaling another call, and I see that it’s Elliott. “Carrie, Elliott’s calling. Can we talk later?”

“Sure.”

“Bye.” I push the button to talk to Elliott.

“Hello,” I say.

“Hi. How are you?”

“I’m bored and wish you were home.”

“I am home. They wouldn’t let me work any more hours in a row, and I kept thinking about how we could have the condo to ourselves. Come over and curl up with me in front of the fireplace. We’ll listen to jazz and have dinner. Then, I’ll tie you to my bed and make you come.”

“Elliott,” I whisper.

“That wasn’t a no.”

“I’ll be over soon.”

 

***

Elliott opens the door and one side of his mouth turns up into a smile. Damn, he’s sexy in a pair of black sweats and a snug light grey Cornell t-shirt with the words in red across the front.

He spots the anchor necklace around my neck, and his smile morphs into a grin as he gives me a look of appreciation. Grabbing my wrist, he yanks me inside and encircles me in his strong arms.

“I can’t tell you what it means to me to see you wearing that necklace.”

I breathe in his fresh shower scent and hum with contentment.

“I missed you.”

“I missed you, too, baby.”

Releasing me, Elliott cups my face and kisses me. He always has this seductive way about it where he pays extra attention to my lips, lightly grazing his over them before dragging my lower one between his teeth.

Taking hold of my hand, he leads me to the stairs. “I think we should save relaxing by the fireplace for last.”

I giggle over how fast he’s pulling me. “I agree.” I smell his lingering clean, ocean scent even more once we’re in his bedroom from where the attached bathroom door is open.

His bedding is already pulled back, revealing grey sheets, and I immediately notice the slats on his headboard, which he could easily tie me to.

I haven’t been with many men, and none have ever restrained me, so I’m a little scared of the unknown. I can’t help but feel excited, too, since I love the dominant Elliott I’ve been newly introduced to.

He pulls my tight black sweater over my head, and I straighten out my hair. As he leaves kisses along my shoulder and collarbone, he unbuttons and unzips my jeans gradually … teasingly, and I clench the muscles between my legs.

The desire he unearths in me is unparalleled. I know my pussy’s already wet as the familiar throbbing intensifies.

He bends down and pulls off my short boots and socks before lowering my jeans and removing them. I tremble as his lips travel down my thigh.

Elliott stands, and after admiring me, he unhooks my lacy black bra and ducks to suck one of my nipples into his mouth. He palms my other breast, and I whimper from the pleasurable sensations.

“Climb up to the head of the bed and lie on your back.” Letting my bra hit the floor, I do as he instructs, and he disappears into his walk-in closet.

I gnaw on my lip, and my trembling turns into shaking as I wait to see what’s in store for me. He strolls back out carrying two silver ties. “Tell me you trust me enough to be tied to my bed.”

“I trust you.”

“Baby, you just made my day.” As he takes one of my wrists and begins tying it to his headboard, I strain to look at him over my shoulder.

“I take it you like kinky sex.”

“I do, and I look forward to introducing you to all the ways we can play.”

“I’ve never done anything like this before.”

“Even better. I get more of your firsts.” Walking around the bed, he leans over to tie my other wrist. Once he’s done, he lightly pulls on it. “You’re all mine now.”

“What are you going to do to me?” I ask anxiously.

“Don’t worry; I’m only going to make you feel good.”

Straddling me, he gently kisses my lips, assuring me of his intentions. He skirts his mouth eagerly down my neck to my chest before he sucks on my nipples again.

His tongue swirls around the stiff peaks, and I arch up against it while tugging on my wrists. I already wish I could touch him.

Moving down my body, he leaves more open-mouthed kisses until he reaches my pelvis. He hooks his fingers around my thong and taunts me by slowly dragging it down my legs.

Once I’m naked, he spreads my thighs open and slides his hands down them before he touches my most sensitive spot, opening me up there, too. “Fuck, you’re enticing, and I’m ready to lick this pink pussy.”

“Elliott,” I whisper like I did on the phone. I’d cover my face if I could move my damn arms.

“You’re blushing.” He grins. “Don’t be embarrassed.” He shifts onto his stomach and licks me right down the center. I jerk my arms like I want to get away, but really, I want to grab his hair and shove his face against me.

“Are you wanting more?” He tilts his grey eyes up at me. “Say it, Sailor Girl. Tell me what you want.”

“I want you to lick me more.”

His lips part as he inhales a breath, the exhilaration and lust present in his gaze.

“As you wish.” He tastes me again and fucks me with his tongue. I pull on the bed, and as it squeaks, I moan. Combine those sounds with the ones he’s making with his mouth, and the moment is libidinous and sinful. It’s intoxicating to think of all the erotic experiences I could share with Elliott.

Having no other way to get closer to his mouth, I shove my heels against the mattress and lift my ass. He wraps his fingers around my thighs, digging his fingertips against them. He’s relentless with his tongue, flicking my clit until I unravel against his mouth.

“Fuck, those sounds … I almost come every time I hear them.” Elliott climbs off the bed and strips at record speed. I take strenuous breaths as he gets a condom from his nightstand and puts it on.

Getting back on the bed, he positions himself between my legs and lifts them up so that they’re straight, which raises my pelvis, too. He clutches my calves and slides his rock-hard cock into me at a teasing pace.

Not in a rush, he closes his eyes and slides forward and back, the deliberate, laggard movements hotter, the sensations that much more noticeable.

As his cock rubs my front wall, I feel the rise in pleasure, the way it’s mounting and intensifying. He’s purposely driving us to the cusp at this speed, and it’s ecstasy.

“Yes, baby … squeeze my cock just like that. I’m gonna come.” He’s not the only one. He thrusts a little faster, and I’m done, having held on as long as possible.

My muscles clamp around his dick until I feel it pulsing inside me. His head falls back, and as he growls at the end of his orgasm, I admire his body.

The veins in his neck are pronounced, his biceps are flexing, and his pectorals repeatedly twitch. Every muscle is tense, and God, he looks magnificent. To think I could look at this man every day, possibly forever, seems too good to be true.

Once he pulls out and removes the condom, he unties me from the bed and lies next to me. Like the rest of my body, my arms are tired.

“That was … incredible and exciting,” I say as I curl up against his scorching body.

“You’re incredible and exciting.” He flips over on top of me and presses his lips against my neck. “I have so many plans for this body of yours.”

“Like what? I’m curious.”

“Maybe I should enlighten you as we go. I don’t want to scare you off.”

“I might have to look away from embarrassment, but I want to hear some of them.”

“OK… I plan on blindfolding and gagging you.” He kisses my lips. “I imagine tying your wrists to the shower nozzle and fucking you against the wall.” His mouth skims down my neck. “I’ll bind your hands behind your back, grip your hair and fuck your mouth with my cock.”

I swallow against his lips before I feel them on my chest. “I’ll swat your ass with a riding crop before I bend you over and have you hold your ankles while I fuck you from behind.”

“Oh.”

“That’s not all,” he murmurs before he bites down on my nipple, “but I’ll save some surprises for later.” Lifting his body, he gives me a peck on the lips. “Right now, I’m going to feed you and hold you in front of the fireplace like I promised.”

“I love you.”

“I love you, too, my Sailor Girl.”