Rumor Has It (Longwood U)

Chapter 31

CHAPTER 31

SPARROW

I glance around, keeping an eye out for any Coast Guard or authority on the water. They have very distinct markings on their boats so they’re easy to spot. But the ocean is clear as we cruise along.

Looking down, I find Dak’s big brown eyes watching me. Moisture in their corners. A tear trail running down the left side of his face.

“So beautiful,” I murmur, brushing my fingers through his hair.

For the first few days, I did have Dak on my dick as often as possible. However, I also know his ass needs a break so I don’t hurt him. He’s already a little raw, despite all the lube I use. Since I can’t be on his dick and driving the boat, this is the next best thing. His mouth around my cock.

However, I think I’ve reached my limit as to how much stimulation I can take without coming. Taking another glance around, I slow the boat until the engine is off. We have enough fuel until we stop tonight and we’re only thirty miles from the Port of Kala where we’ll spend a few days and refuel.

Cutting the engine, I grip the sides of his face and guide him up. He’s naked because I refuse to have us in clothes where it’s more difficult to get at his pretty dick. Not that I enforce that rule. If Dak gave me any indication that he was uncomfortable being naked, I’d definitely not give him a hard time about putting his shorts back on.

But he seems fine with it.

As soon as he’s on his feet, I take his mouth with mine and grip both our cocks in my hand. He groans into my mouth, his hips jerking into my hand. I keep us in a strong grip and let him fuck into my fist and against my dick however he wants.

This man truly does love how much I enjoy him. He’s already so close to coming, and since I’ve had to force my attention to be split between how good he sucks my dick and the ocean around us, he’s had most of his assurance that I want him from just how very hard my dick is for him.

Which is to say, I could probably steer this boat with my dick as a rudder. I love his mouth on me. I love his hands on me. I love how hot Dak always is for me. I think we feed off each other’s arousal. It’s not just one way.

I know when he’s getting ready to blow. His kisses stop and his mouth is just open. Not wide, but as if he can’t quite close it. His eyes are unseeing, pupils blown wide.

My name falls from his lips as the first spurt leaks from him. Just as it always does.

We’ve gotten off so many times at this point, there is no spraying. It’s like a faucet with very little pressure behind its flow. Just a handful of bursts that dribble down.

When he’s finished and leaning heavily against me, he asks breathlessly, “Want to finish in my ass?”

“Uh uh,” I say, though I grip his ass with one hand to haul him close as I rub myself against his softening cock.

It takes me only a few minutes longer. There’s something just as arousing about his dick soft as it is hard. Once empty, we stand there, leaning heavily on the chair behind the controls as we catch our breath. Have we made these abrupt stops for orgasms often? Yes. Very, very often. We should have been at Kala two days ago.

I’m only making the push now because I don’t want to be stranded in the middle of the Pacific with no fuel. That’s a rescue bill I don’t want to waste money on.

“Are you tired of my ass?” Dak asks .

Frowning, I adjust us so I can look into his eyes. His cheeks are red. “No. Why would you think that?”

“You haven’t touched me like that in more than a day.”

“And I’m not going to for another couple days. You have no sense of self-preservation, and I don’t want to hurt you.”

He rolls his eyes. “I’m fine.”

“You’re fine until you’re not. Besides, there are plenty of other ways to get off. Many of which we haven’t done yet. That’s what we’ll be doing until I’m satisfied that your asshole isn’t quite so raw.”

“You don’t think I know my own ass?” he asks.

I reach around and press my hand between his cheeks. He doesn’t hide the twinge nearly as well as he thinks he does.

“No,” I say and kiss his lips. “Sit in the chair.”

Sighing, Dak drops into the chair I’d been in. I spread his legs and perch my ass between them. He hums in appreciation. I don’t miss the way he adjusts his soft dick to press against my crack.

“You want to top?” I ask as I take another assessing look around to make sure the ocean is clear for us to go.

“I don’t know. Do you like bottoming?”

I shrug. “From time to time. I much prefer to top, but if you’d like to try it, we can.”

“I know what it’s like having my dick inside someone. It’s not really a ‘try’ thing, is it?”

I glance back at him with an eyebrow raised. “I would wager a guess that a woman’s ass isn’t much different from a man’s, so I suppose that could be true. Have you had anal with a woman?”

I can tell by the demure look that his answer is no before he says it.

“So, I’m not going to even try to guess whether sex with a woman is the same or even similar to having anal, but I think it’s the same in principle; though I imagine it feels different.”

“Ezlo has said it’s very different,” Dak says. “He’s gone so far as to say that sometimes he’s still oblivious to gender right up until he sticks his dick in. Then it’s very clear which one he’s with.”

I laugh. “He sounds like a trip.”

Dak smiles. His hands are on my hips now as he rubs his still soft cock against me. I don’t think it’s so much in sexual nature as it is him rubbing our cum all over my ass. Then again, we’ve been pretty sex obsessed since we met. Maybe because of how we met.

“Just think about it,” I say. “If you want to top, we can do that.”

“I don’t want to if you don’t like it.”

“I said I do on occasion, right?”

I feel him nod, though I don’t look back at him. We cruise on in silence for a while until I’m too hungry to continue. I choose a spot near an island that I’m pretty sure is uninhabited and drop anchor. Killing the engine, I lean back against Dak.

His arms wrap around me, and he sighs. “This has been the best week of my life,” he murmurs.

I grin. “The weeks are only going to get better, Risk.”

He sighs again.

“Let’s get cleaned up and then get some lunch. We’re eating on the island tonight.”

Dak follows without comment. We take turns in the tiny ass shower which we use strictly for a quick rinsing of cum off us and a thorough ass cleaning from time to time for my sexy bottom. I’ve made sure he has enough douching supplies since he was very concerned about how our diets will change a little now that we’re on the water and don’t have access to a large fridge or all the foods he’d been eating to keep himself on a regular, high-fiber diet.

That being said, I make sure he has what he needs to make himself comfortable. Not just physically or digestively, but mentally. If he’s concerned with having an accident while bottoming, he’s not going to enjoy it.

However, Dak loves toast. So while he prefers honey wheat, I make sure even the toast is high in fiber. Just so he can eat it as often as he wants. I turn on the large flattop in the galley and pull out the storage container of chopped vegetables, dumping the remainder on the top. They sizzle right away in the puddle of butter I dropped.

I’m quite impressed that we’re using up the rest of what I had bought for food. We’re definitely at the limit of what I had stored for fresh food, though. Can’t delay anymore today. We have to stop tonight.

Dak comes out from his shower and stirs the veggies around and adds some seasoning while I pull out the remainder of bread and fresh, de-shelled, de-veined, and de-tailed shrimp. I hate eating shrimp with their tails on. It’s a pain in the ass.

It doesn’t take us long to finish the meal. I split it between plates and while Dak butters and jellies the toast, I wash the cooktop. He takes the plates up to the deck and I grab us a handful of bottled waters. It’s hot and while I have plenty of other options to drink, we need to stay hydrated above all else.

My boat isn’t huge. It’s just laid out well. It’s a Leopard 40 catamaran. There are three berths (beds in boat speak) and where there could be three more, I have separate living areas. There are also two bathrooms.

The big net in the front is one of my favorite places to hang out. As the captain who drives the boat, I rarely get to enjoy it while the boat’s moving, though. We sit on the deck above the net and watch the world around us from under the shade of the large umbrella. The sails are pulled in right now, so there’s plenty of room for the umbrella to be out.

I drop my hand between Dak’s legs, rubbing his cock while we eat. He’s amused, but not at all surprised.

“Who named the boat?” Dak asks.

I named it the River Jordan. Most people assume it’s named after the river in the Middle East, but I actually named it after my parents.

“I did.”

He looks at me with amusement. “That’s cute.”

I shrug. “I have some pretty fantastic parents, so when I bought the boat, I named it after them.”

Dak nods absently as he chews. I can tell the moment he comprehends what I just said. Setting his toast down, he shifts to look at me. “Wait. You bought the boat? This isn’t your family’s, but yours?”

Smirking, I nod. “Yes.”

“I’m starting to put together some pieces now. One of your many uncles said this is your third degree, but you’re what? Twenty-five?”

I nod again.

“I’m going to need an explanation.”

“There’s not a lot to tell. I was a very smart kid. When I was nine, I think, I designed something that streamlines communication from satellites and stabilizes the connection. Mostly accidentally, since what I’d been trying to do was bypass the cable company and get us free Wi-Fi.” I shrug. “When it was figured out what I did, the military bought my patent. My parents asked what I wanted to do with the money and I said I wanted a boat.”

Dak’s staring at me with wide eyes. “At nine years old?”

I hum in acknowledgement. “Yep. My brain is special,” I tease with a big grin. “I can put connections together quickly and it’s led me to creating a bunch of strange patterns. I graduated high school at fourteen. Got my first undergrad degree at nineteen. My Master’s of Engineering two years later. Took a year off and was bored, so decided to go back to get an art degree. Since I already have a bachelor’s degree with all the basics, I skipped the first two years this time.”

He’s still staring at me with his mouth hanging open. I reach for his toast and stick it in.

Dak rolls his eyes, laughing. “That’s fucking wild. You’re a genius.”

“No,” I say, shaking my head. “I have the kind of memory that affords me an easy time learning. It’s not quite eidetic; I don’t always remember everything. I generally describe it as I remember the more fascinating details. The things that interest me the most. And when something seems stupidly complicated how it’s currently working, I can get slightly obsessed with trying to figure out a way to make it work easier. More efficiently. Sometimes that results in accidents, such as the first patent. Sometimes I succeed, hence the following three patents.”

“Did you get free Wi-Fi?” he asks.

Grinning, I nod. “That’s what we’re using now. Don’t get me wrong… I’m cool with paying someone for a service they can provide. But the assholes running these companies want to rob you blind. My family pays for Wi-Fi legally. So the big man making millions is still being paid. Just not by me.”

“This is a patent that someone approved?”

“It’s not like that. Yes, it’s a patent I own, however it’s not patented for what I use it for. Eventually, someone will figure it out. Mostly, what I’m doing is hijacking the Wi-Fi network. If it were a wire leading from one place to another, I’ve dug my claws in along the line somewhere and am tapping in.”

“No one knows that?”

“No.” I smile. “Did you know, the person who first wanted to make electricity available for everyone the world over, wanted to make it free for everyone?”

Dak shakes his head.

“Similarly, the first company making light bulbs created bulbs that essentially never needed to be replaced. They’d last years. Not super efficient, but absolute efficiency.”

“Neither of those things exist right now.”

“No, because there’s always someone who sees an opportunity to make money off everyone else. And when they pose the option to other greedy people who will also make money off it, those who are looking to give a greater good to the world are pushed out of the way.”

“Those examples are both true?”

“Mm-hm.” I nod. “There are very few examples in history where the altruistic motive wins out. The one I can think of from the top of my head is with the three-point vehicle seatbelt. The inventor didn’t register his patent so it was freely available for everyone, allowing everyone access to safety.”

“How did I not know you’re so fucking smart until now?” Dak asks, looking at me like he’s never seen me before.

I push my hand under him, rubbing his cock with the palm of my hand as I reach for his hole. Dak groans, his eyes fluttering shut. “Because I’m good at distraction. Also, you met me as an art major. Art takes practice and skill. Not high intelligence.”

His breath catches when I rub his hole with my middle finger. His cock is ready to play again as it thickens and lengthens against me. I grin. “Eat your meal, Dak. Then I’m going to get you off before we head to Kala.”