Rumor Has It (Longwood U)

Chapter 33

CHAPTER 33

SPARROW

The rest of our lives begins with a lot of fucking. Shocking, I know. I do give Dak some time to breathe every other day, but for the two weeks following our ceremony on the beach, we practically live with my cock in his ass.

Now is no different. We’re somewhere just east of the Panama Canal, making our way toward the Caribbean Islands to see what we can find but I have my new husband sitting on my dick while we lounge on the net under the stars.

Dak shifts, groaning. My arms tighten, keeping him still so he remains completely speared on my cock. I’ve stopped asking ‘yes or no.’ Now I just take what I want from him. Especially when he glared at me for asking just after we got married.

I know I’m going to need to give his sexy ass a break. Beginning tomorrow. I know he’s sore. He can’t hide that shit from me. The way he winces when I push inside him now speaks far louder than his argument that he’s fine.

Actually, after this time. Then he’s taking a break for a while. Whether he likes it or not.

“Want to fuck or talk?” I ask, moving slowly in his ass.

He shivers. I have a feeling he knows he’s taking a fucking break after this—literally—so he’s going to prolong it by choosing to talk.

“Let’s start with something simple. Since I’ve been far too focused on making you come, we haven’t talked about anything of importance. So… you have one year left of school.”

Dak nods. “What are you going to do next year?”

His heart is racing. I have a feeling it’s not just because I’ve kept him suspended in a state of arousal for an hour now with no intent on letting him rest.

“We’ll get an apartment in town. Close to campus so my husband can commute.”

“You’re going to stay by Longwood for a year?”

“You can’t possibly think I’m going to move away from you.”

He takes a breath; it’s shuddery and sexy. I roll my hips, just to hear him groan. Dak shakes his head. “I don’t know. I’ve been too afraid to ask what your plans are for next year.”

I sigh. “I never had plans for after I graduate. My patents afforded me a decent bank account, and I have a couple more on the back burner I’ve been saving for a rainy day. And I think I just thought of another idea, so I’ll probably spend next year working on that while you’re finishing your degree.”

“I’m relieved you’re going to stay.”

“Dak, I was going to stay even if we didn’t just randomly decide to get married at the drop of a hat.”

“Drop of a puck,” he murmurs.

I grin. “What do you plan to do with your degree? What kind of job?”

He shakes his head. “I also have zero plans. I’d been telling myself all year that I needed to think about it this summer. You’re rather distracting.”

“I’m not sorry. Where do you see yourself living?”

Dak shakes his head again. “I don’t have a preference. I’m inclined to go back home just because Edin’s there and I think he needs the support. But if I could abduct him and Mo and steal them away, I would. So, I guess that’s to say, I don’t really care where we live, but you should expect my family to buy a house close to wherever we settle at some point. Being their only child and that none of them have the kind of job that ties them down anywhere, I’m never going to be convinced they won’t stick close.”

“That’s cool. I think I’d like to stick relatively close to my family too. Northern California. If that’s cool with you. Don’t worry, we’re not going to be giving out our key.”

He laughs. “Good to know.”

“So maybe some other big questions we should get through. Like… Do you want kids?”

Dak takes another breath. I pull back and then thrust up into him again, punching a grunt from him. His fingers dig into my forearm.

“Yes,” he grits out. “Like twenty.”

I still. “What?”

He laughs. “I’m kidding, though I’ve always wanted a sibling, so at least two. I’m open for only two or more, but I’d love at least two.”

Dak jumps when I bite his ear. “I thought you wanted to run a farm with that many damn kids,” I mutter.

He laughs again. “No. I think that might actually be too much for me.”

We lay in silence for a while as I consider the kid question. How many kids do I want?

“Sparrow?”

“Hmm?”

“Take your condom off,” he whispers.

I shiver, my arms reflexively tightening around him. “We were getting tested when we got back home,” I remind him.

“I got tested at the beginning of the year and you said you did regularly because of Rumor, right? And you’re always using protection.”

“Yes,” I agree.

“Then take it off. Breed me.”

The way heat moves through me should be alarming. It’s so consuming that any other hesitation I might have had slips away. I pull my dick out and tear off the condom, then toss it up on the deck where there’s probably another half dozen.

Gripping his hip, I run my cockhead through Dak’s crack, making him shiver. He curls his back, sticking his sexy ass out. Lifting his leg up, I rock against him until my dick is coated in the excess lube spread all over him and my cockhead hooks on his hole.

We’re laying on our sides, his back to my chest. The arm he’s laying on is over the front of his chest, his collarbone, with my hand hooked around his shoulder.

It’s tricky and definitely unnecessary for me to work my way back into his body without guidance from my hand, but I enjoy the teasing aspect of it. The way Dak whines and gets frustrated. How he reaches behind him to try to help it along, but I swat his hand away.

I love that he’s comfortable enough now to put my cock where he wants it. I hadn’t realized exactly how shy he was until he started to become more confident in these moments.

Finally, I’m angled right and I slide home in one fluid push. His hand comes back, pressing against my hip as his body arches and groans loudly. I can feel the tension in him and I know it’s because this man needs a break.

Wrapping both arms around him, I roll us until he’s on his stomach. Adjusting my hold so his arms are trapped above his head and his legs are spread wide in a froggy style with his ass up, I begin thrusting into my husband with purpose.

He did ask me to breed him, after all. I fully intend on it.

But I move slowly. Kissing his shoulders and with a gentle rhythm, drive my dick in deep with every thrust. Dak moans, his body alive with movement. He can’t remain still. This man isn’t a pillow princess in any way. He’s a slave to his reflexes and more often than not, he’s moving against me without conscious thought.

I listen to the way he cries out. The way he says my name. The way he calls me husband. How he says he loves me. I’m bound and determined to get him off hands free, and I know I’m doing exactly what will accomplish that. Especially when I start whispering in his ear how much I love to be inside him. How good he makes me feel.

How I’m going to spoil the fuck out of him for the rest of our lives.

He comes with a strangled cry. Hoarse and raspy. The way his ass clenches around me as he does, his entire body tensing as he jerks beneath me, has me coming a minute later.

“Fill me,” he moans, words choked and breathless.

I never imagined having a breeding kink, but fuck if my blood doesn’t turn to fire in my veins as I empty myself inside him. Wishing I had more than what I unloaded .

Looking between us, I pull my dick out just enough to see my release begin to trickle out. His hole clenches around my cockhead and I groan, shoving myself back inside him. Reaching beneath him, I grip his dick, making him jump.

“Squeeze my sensitive dick, I’m squeezing yours,” I grunt.

Dak laughs. “All day,” he mutters.

“All night,” I amend.

I wait until he’s asleep before pulling out of him. Even in sleep he grumbles about it, unconsciously protesting. Keeping him tucked away inside blankets, I leave him where he is and get up to clean up our sex mess, including all the used condoms on the deck.

Stopping below deck to get some wet washcloths, I stop by my controls to check the radar and make sure we’re not going to get stuck in a storm or something while we sleep. We’re not far off the shores of Trinidad and Tobago so we should be safe enough. And it’s very early in hurricane season, so I think we’ll be fine.

I return to my husband and clean him while he sleeps as best I can without waking him. When I’m done, I toss the cloths on the deck and wrap around him again. “I love you,” I murmur, pressing a kiss to his forehead. Dak sighs.

We’re awoken to Dak’s phone. He blearily opens his eyes and looks around, confused by his surroundings. When he registers the ringing is coming from his phone, he gets to his hands and knees with a grunt and cringe before crawling to his phone.

Yep, that body needs a break.

“‘Ello?” he asks sleepily.

Dak slides back down the mats of the netting until he’s half splayed across me. I laugh and wrap my arm around him while he talks. I can hear the voice through the speaker, but not the words.

“Yeah, definitely.” Dak looks at me. “Let me give you a call back. You already took the days off?” Pause. “Yes, cool. Give me ten minutes to turn my brain back online and I’ll call you back.”

He hangs up a minute later and rolls so he’s fully splayed across me.

“Edin? ”

Dak nods. “Yep.”

“He ready to get together?” Apparently, he wants me to ask all the questions this morning.

With a sigh, Dak nods. “I haven’t exactly told him everything about this,” he admits. “He’s got a lot of shit going on and I…”

“I know. You’ve told me.”

“The thing is, I don’t want to leave you either.”

“Then invite him to join us. We have plenty of beds.”

Dak picks his head up to look at me. “He has Morgan.”

“Given your concerns about baby mama, I’d be more concerned if he didn’t have his daughter.”

“Yeah, I know. I just mean?—”

I take his chin in my hand and stare into his eyes. “Invite them here. If Edin isn’t comfortable being on the boat, we’ll rent a beach house somewhere.”

He sighs, pressing his mouth to mine. “Okay. I’m going to call him back.”

“You do that. I’m going to make breakfast. Someone wanted to be bred all night and I’m famished.”

Dak’s cheeks heat and he bows his head. I won’t be surprised if he’s leaking my cum for the next week. Sick satisfaction curls in my stomach at the thought.

I’m just dishing up breakfast when Dak joins me in the galley. “How long does it take to get to North Carolina from where we are?”

“Six days if we keep moving.”

“Okay, perfect. I either have a knack for this time travel thing or it was a lucky guess.”

“Time travel, huh?”

Dak takes a bite of the piece of toast I hand him, nodding. “Yep. I told him I’ll take care of life jackets and stuff.”

“That’s fine. We’ll stop in Florida to do some shopping on our way. We’ll need to refuel about then, anyway.”

“Okay, cool.”

We eat in silence for a while, sitting at the table in the galley. When Dak’s about halfway through his food, he pushes our plates back and climbs into my lap. Which isn’t easy on bench seating that doesn’t move .

His hands rest on either side of my head as he stares into my eyes. “You really don’t mind? Edin is one thing. He’s an adult. But Mo is five. That means no sex everywhere, whenever. We have to stay dressed, at least in bathing suits. This won’t be the private honeymoon we’d started out on.”

“I’m sure. It’s important for you to see your friend and important to get him out of his environment. How long does he have?”

“He kept telling me not to worry about how long. Whenever I’m ready to send him home so we could have privacy, he’ll go back to work.”

I frown. “What does that mean?”

Dak shakes his head. “I think he quit, honestly.”

“Does this mean you told him about us now?”

His cheeks flush and he lifts one shoulder in a shrug. “Not exactly.”

I chuckle.

His mouth closes over mine and we share a sausage and toast kiss. “You’re going to have to get your fill of fucking me all over the ship this next week.”

“No. You need another ass break.” He starts to protest, but when I reach around and skim his raw hole, he flinches. “You need an ass break. No argument. You’re still going to get off at least a dozen times today. And tomorrow. And every day until we pick up your friend. You’re not a toy to use out, Dak. I’m going to take care of you so I can enjoy your body for years to come since you have no idea how to do it yourself.”

Dak huffs, glaring at me.

“And I’m going to spoil you every single day,” I murmur, pressing my lips to his jaw. “I’m going to spend every breath making you as happy as I can. I never want there to be even a moment of doubt as to how much I love you.”

His breath stutters. His hands come off the back of the bench seat and wrap around my head. “You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me,” he murmurs into my hair.

“Because I showed you the joys of butt stuff?” I ask.

Dak laughs, his arms tightening. “No. I mean, yes, definitely. But no. I don’t think anyone loves like you do. No one’s ever made me feel like you do.”

“Sore?”

He tugs on my hair and I grin.

“Like I’m the most important thing in the world to them.”

I push him off me so I can look into his face. “You are, Dak. You are the air I breathe. I’d say something about the wind in my sails, but I’m going to draw a line at how corny I’m willing to be.”

He grins.

“I love you. With every single breath, every beat of my heart, every nerve in my body. I love you.”

Dak’s mouth closes over mine and he makes it a real fucking struggle not to bury myself in his needy ass again. I crave feeling his heartbeat through his orgasm, but I’m determined to be a good fucking husband, so no sex.

No. Sex.

Ugh!