Sailor Proof by Annabeth Albert

Chapter Forty

Arthur

“I love my mom. Like really love my mom.” I was all but dancing as Derrick let us into the darkened hotel room.

“Yeah, she’s pretty great.” He flipped on the light. Basic hotel room decor greeted us—two queen beds—like we’d need the second—white linens, beige walls, bland seascapes over the beds, and a view of the parking lot. But it was ours and it was blessedly private. He tossed his bag on a bed.

“I think we’re alone now,” I hummed to Derrick, pulling him close.

“We are.” He gave me a short but all-too-fast kiss. “But don’t you think we should talk?”

“Talk is overrated.” I pulled at his shirt. He’d stopped by the barracks to hang up his dress whites and grab a change of clothes. “Does wearing civies feel weird now?”

“Rather.” Laughing, he tilted my chin up. “And I can tell you want them on the floor.”

“Really? What gave me away?” I batted my eyelashes at him, Sabrina style.

“Ha. I’m dying for a real shower.”

“With me?” I had zero chill.

“Yes, with you.” He slid a hand up the back of my close-fitting shirt. Sabrina had dressed me in a nice shirt with slinky material and skinny jeans. I looked ready for a club or for climbing Derrick like a tree, which was definitely the more fun option.

But Derrick was frowning. “But don’t you think we should—”

“Talk. Yes. Later.” I made an impatient noise. “Right now isn’t it enough to say that I’m in this thing—whatever it takes—and you are too?”

“Yeah, I am.” He used his hand on my back, warm and strong, to guide me even closer until our torsos were flush together. “And I meant what I said. I love you. I should have said it before I left.”

“Yeah, you could have.” I bumped his chest with mine. “A message, Derrick? Really? With me not able to respond?”

“Sorry.” A rare rosy flush crept across his cheeks and his eyes shifted nervously.

“But it’s okay.” I looped my arms around his neck, meeting his uncertain gaze. “I love you too. And that’s why talk can wait. We love each other. The rest is all details.”

Derrick pursed his mouth as if he were preparing a list of objections, then exhaled hard. “Okay. And really? You don’t have to say it back.”

“Yeah, I do.” I kissed him then, hard and long, and tried to let my lips do the convincing. I loved him. So much. And he loved me. That was what mattered. Well, that and the fact that we were both still wearing too many clothes.

“Shower. Now.” I released him long enough to push him in the direction of the nearby small bathroom. “Damn. Now I really miss the cabin. That tub in particular.”

“Ha. This is paradise compared to the head on a sub. And two beds? Luxury.”

“Let’s use them both.” I laughed wickedly as I shrugged out of my shirt. “After I wash you all over.”

“Yes, please,” Derrick gasped as I pulled his shirt up enough to stroke his bare sides. He leaned in for another kiss, this one full of dirty promises I intended to hold him to. We both wiggled out of our remaining clothes. After we were naked, I set the water to hot and grabbed the soap and shampoo from the sink.

“Don’t be alarmed if the water turns gray,” he joked as he climbed in the shower, groaning like we were already having sex.

“If it does, I’ll just wash you again.” I climbed in behind him and shut the curtain as he made another orgasmic noise. “That good, huh? Going to trade me in for a showerhead with decent water pressure?”

“You have no idea.” He turned so his back could get some spray. It was a cramped fit and I wasn’t getting very wet, but hell if I was going to complain. Instead, I unwrapped the soap and started sudsing up his chest.

“How are you more muscled after weeks under water, not less?” His already impressive chest was possibly even more firm and his biceps seemed bigger too.

“Nothing to do but work out.” He groaned and stretched into my touch. “Damn that feels so good. Entirely possible I might get off simply from soap bubbles and your touch.”

“Please don’t,” I said sternly. “I have big plans for you.”

“Big plans, huh?” Stopping my lathering with his hands on mine, he found my mouth for another kiss so hot that I stopped caring about chilly air and lack of water. I gave myself over to his mouth until we were both panting, hard cocks brushing against each other, hands clutching.

My back had goose bumps but not only from the cold. His lips were like a large cold brew after days without caffeine, and I sucked down everything he gave me like it was the last drink on earth. And somewhere between thirsty kisses I managed to soap his arms and back.

“You too.” He stole the soap from me and proceeded to lather me up.

“Hey! I had a shower this morning,” I protested as he moved so I could rinse.

“Yeah, but I didn’t get to do the scrubbing.” He gave a wolfish grin.

“Well, in that case...” I stretched my arms so he could have his fun.

“Missed you.” His tone was almost reverent as his hands skimmed down my torso. He didn’t touch my cock, but it strained toward him nonetheless.

“Missed you too.”

“Parts of you more than others?” he teased.

“All of me.” My voice was all breathy as he soaped my ass. I rinsed then angled myself so he could have more hot water. “Damn, this is cramped.”

“Don’t talk to me about tight spaces.” He made another of those near-sexual groans again before shampooing his hair.

“I was going to do that for you!” I pretended to scold him, which was really simply another excuse for a kiss.

“Sorry. Getting desperate to try out one of those beds.”

“Who needs a bed?” I moved closer, cock dragging against his side. I’d be more than happy to get him off now then work on a repeat later. But right as he dipped his head to kiss me, the hot water sputtered, leaving us with a tepid spray.

“On second thought, bed. Now,” I ordered.

“Aye, aye, Captain.” He saluted me before flipping off the shower. We sped through drying off, giggling like teenagers as we raced to the closest bed. Tumbling onto the bed next to his bag, we landed in a happy pile of limbs and towels. Sprawled on his back, Derrick tugged me more fully on top of him, moaning softly as I settled against him.

“Okay. Totally on board the no-talking plan now.” He gave a tight laugh as he encouraged me to rock against him, grip firm on my hips.

“Me too. Shut up and kiss me should be the new plan.”

“I like it.” Bucking upward to meet my rhythm, he found my mouth for another blistering kiss.

Not satisfied with our mouths having all the fun, I broke away to pepper his jaw and neck with kisses, rediscovering some of my favorite spots on him, the ones where his aftershave still lingered and the ones that made him gasp and writhe.

As I explored, he did too, hands roving all over my back and ass. He traced my crack with devious fingers, making me need to move faster. And making me need something else too.

“Seriously regretting not packing lube in my pocket this morning.” Even my laugh was strained.

“I grabbed some when I went up to my room to change.” Derrick fumbled for his bag.

“Bless you,” I said as he came up triumphant with a small bottle.

“Kiss me.” Slicking up his fingers, he proceeded to torment me on dual fronts, mouth hot and needy against mine and slippery fingers teasing me open.

“Not enough,” I groaned as I grabbed for the bottle and moved enough so that I could coat his cock.

“Fuck yeah.” He tipped his head back against the pillows only to raise it as I adjusted my position to line us up. “Whoa. Condom?”

“Do we really need it?’’ I made a frustrated noise both because I was that impatient, but also I had a whole new set of fantasies where Derrick was concerned and I was desperate to fulfill this one. “I mean, I was a virgin and you were tested twice. Nothing’s changed there.”

“Nothing?” He studied me carefully. “I would understand if—”

“I wouldn’t,” I growled, capturing him for a possessive kiss. “Nothing’s changed other than a new wish list item for going bare, and a sore left hand from all the solo jerking. I want this with you.”

“I want this too.” He stroked my face. “I’ve never done it without a condom. But I trust you.”

“I trust you, too.” I kissed him lightly and finished slicking him up, jacking him slowly as I levered myself more upright.

“Do it,” he ordered, like I needed encouragement.

“Yeah.” Slowly, I sank down. Even with his earlier play, I was still tight, and my body was reminding me how very long it had been. The blunt pressure made me gasp as I tried to relax.

“Easy.” He caressed my sides before dancing his fingertips over my nipples.

“Do that again.” I took a little more of him. It still wasn’t the most comfortable, but it was getting better especially when he tweaked my nipples.

“This?” He repeated the motion before dropping one of his hands to my cock. “Or this?”

“Definitely that.” And definitely easier now, the fullness and heat of him exactly what I’d been craving.

“You feel so good.” He leaned up to press a kiss to my neck before falling back onto the bed with a moan.

“Different?”

“Yeah. Intense. Slicker. Hotter.” His eyes closed, face tensing. “So good.”

“Awesome.” I loved being able to give him something new, something we could share together. He’d been my first for so many things, so it made my insides even warmer to get to be a first for him too.

“More.” He bucked his hips. “Whatever you need. Whatever feels good to you.”

“This good?” I asked, finding a shallow angle that hit where I most wanted it, sparks of pleasure racing up my spine. “You want me to get myself off on you?”

“Please. Use me.” His shoulders and chest were stone boulders under my hands, and he met my every movement with low, needy noises. He was the hottest thing I’d ever seen, struggling for control like this, letting me ride him however I wanted.

Drunk on power, I moved faster, keeping that same angle but taking him deeper. It felt like we shared an electric loop, his heart hammering under my palm, the pulse reverberating all the way to my ass. He stroked my cock and I felt it everywhere, pleasure finding my abs and thighs, even my tense neck and calves. We moved together, urgently now, and unlike him, I kept my eyes wide open, waiting to see the exact moment he shattered.

“You’re so fucking gorgeous.” He popped his eyes open to catch me staring at him. “What?”

“So are you. I could watch you forever.”

“Not sure I can last forever.” He gave a half moan, half laugh. “But I can try.”

“Don’t want you to try. Want you to fall apart.” I rode him harder, seeking his shattering even more than my own orgasm. I was merciless, reveling in each of his sounds. It felt like his pleasure was my due for all this waiting, a prize I’d earned and I was damn sure going to claim it.

“Arthur...” His face scrunched up. “Please.”

“Do it. Come for me,” I demanded, still in ruthless mode.

“You too.” He tightened his grip on my cock, matching my rhythm. Devious, but I could be too. I flexed my spine, rolling my hips more, and clenched my ass.

“Fuck.” Bingo. His next moan seemed pulled from the depths of the Pacific. His cock pulsed, even harder if that were possible. Lips falling open, his whole face went slack.

And I felt it, felt him come in a way I couldn’t with a condom. Everything became slicker, turning me on in some primal way, feeling him that deep in me.

“Derrick.” And then I was coming too, crying out as his fist milked my cock. I shot all over his stomach, marking him like he’d marked me. Simply that dirty thought was enough to get one final spurt from me.

Spent, I collapsed against his chest. He smoothed a gentle hand down my back and pressed soft kisses against my face.

“Love you,” he whispered. “Love you so much.”

“Me too.” My voice was husky and I buried my face in his shoulder. “Love you. That was...” I trailed off because I lacked words.

“Yeah, exactly.” He chuckled. “I think it will be a week before I can feel my legs again.”

“Good. I’ll keep you right here until then.”

“We’ll starve.” He gave me a dopey smile.

“Nah. I can still reach the phone. I’ll feed you pizza.”

“Such caring.” His laugh rumbled through both of our bodies.

“I try.”

“We’re going to need a second shower at some point as well.” He stroked my sweaty back.

“We’re a mess,” I agreed. “Still staying right here.”

“Okay.” He went silent, so still I almost thought he might doze off, but he seemed to be deliberately syncing our breathing. It was some sort of joint meditation, and it was almost as good as the sex, being joined to him like this.

“Love you,” I whispered a long time later, breaking the silence because much as I loved lying like this, I was a little hungry and clammy and not all that sleepy.

“Me too.” He kissed me tenderly on the mouth before uttering my least favorite sentence. “We should talk.”