Errant
"God yes," you say as Leo smiles back at you. He grabs you hand and begins to lead you towards the starboard side of the ship. Towards the hanging emergency rafts. He pulls at the ropes, keeping it suspended but lowering it just enough for him to swing a leg over the side. He beckons you to follow. You're a little clumsy as you nearly toss yourself at the dingy, impatient for whatever Leo has in mind.
He puts a hand on your chest and pushes you down to the seat. He looks you over with appraising eyes before opening your shirt just enough to grant him access to your nipples. In the cold air, they're already standing at attention waiting for whatever your partner wants them for. He pushes you back further so you're rest on your back and straddles you. He's wearing tall boots over his tight pants; a loose shirt billows in the wind along with his shiny black hair.
His hips start to move as he gives you a pseudo lap dance. His thumbs find your nipples and gently brush over them before he starts pinching experimentally, gauging your response. You respond positively. Pressure is building up in your waist as he grinds up against you. You wish to tear the little fabric between the two of you, but when you go to move Leo places his hands on your wrists and directs them to your side. The longer you keep them in place, the faster he writhes atop you, so after some initial squirming you decide it's best to just stay put.
He tilts his head as he looks down on you, humming at the sight of you before pulling his shirt off and revealing his body. It wasn't overly muscular, the kind of body that's built through work and experience rather than one that's sculpted for vanity's sake. You see two golden rings pierced through his nipples and are tempted to reach for them. Once again his rough hands come to your wrists.
"Oh, can't you just wait your turn?" He whispers in your ear as he puts your arms above your head.
You pant under the strain of him and the building pressure. "I can't help it."
He sits up and pouts at you. "No?" Then a smile stretches out like the thinnest moon. "Well, then I'll have to do something about that now won't I?" He leans in again and for a moment you think he's going to kiss you. You close your eyes and wait, but nothing touches your face. Instead you feel something wrap around your wrists. You look to see as Leo ties you up with your own belt. It's odd you didn't even feel him take it off your waist in the first place.
"If it's too much, we can stop." He whispers in your ear again. You shake your head, not ready to end the "fun" just yet. He smiles and resumes rocking back and forth on top of you. After a few moments, he re-positions himself to remove both his and your trousers. He leaves your shirt still half on framing you like a painting. Feeling the heat of bare skin sends you twitching with want and it takes all the self-control you have to not buck your hips up in hopes of finding some purchase. But you behave all through his ministrations.
His hand grabs your chin and strokes it gently. Rubbing against the stubble you didn't have a chance to shave this morning. He travels upwards and presses on your bottom lip until you open up. His fingers intermingle with your tongue and you lap at him needily. Once he's satisfied he removed the fingers and rolls his hips back giving you full view of his cock. He starts to work his fingers inside while you watch, noticeably hardening as he does so. You too find pleasure in watching your partner finger himself. Savoring every little twitch and spasm as he finds his prostate. How he shudders with every added finger.
Once he's finished preparing himself, he returns his attention to you. You watch with baited breath as he takes your cock in his hands and starts to line it up with his opening. He takes you in painfully slowly, savoring every inch as he impales himself on you. More than once he has to retreat before sinking down lower; each time moving so carefully. When he finally take you to the base he rocks on top of you, getting accustomed to your length and teasing you thoroughly.
"So, ready to call it quits yet?" He pushes the hair from his face and offers you a toothy grin.
"Don't you dare stop," you manage to rasp out. He takes advantage of you mouth being open and before you finish your sentence he raises himself up high and slams down again eliciting a loud surprised moan straight from your gut. If he hadn't been moving so slow before it might have been enough to push you over the edge, but you manage to hold on even as he does it a second and third time. After that he starts a gentler rhythm as he bounces atop you. You want nothing more than to guide his hips and take control, but there's something about the frustration that adds to the excitement.
It seems to start getting to Leo as well. His hand finds his own cock as his pace increases. The speed and friction he's building make it hard to focus, hard to think. You snap back to attention as you hear Leo moan on top of you. His hand jerking fast a stream of white paints your chest where he'd left your shirt open. And in the light of the moon, you finally get to watch him as pleasure overrides his brain. Your breath catches and you feel your own orgasm hit as he clenches down on you.
Slowly, the two of you slump and stop moving all together. You feel his hot breath on your neck as he rests his hands on your pecs. The two of you stay tangle like that in bliss for a few moments. Unbeknownst to the ship or her crew.
Then Leo gets up and starts dressing himself once again. "Phew, good job." He says as he starts to disembark the ship.
Momentary panic sets in as you think he's about to leave you naked and tied up in the raft, only when you sit up to call after him, the belt fall free. The latch undone. You look at it for a moment before looking back for Leo, but this time he's already disappeared.
You clean yourself up as best as you can and gather up your belongings. You glance around to see if there's anyone nearby, but there doesn't seem to be. You dress and make your way back to your bunk for a much needed rest.
He puts a hand on your chest and pushes you down to the seat. He looks you over with appraising eyes before opening your shirt just enough to grant him access to your nipples. In the cold air, they're already standing at attention waiting for whatever your partner wants them for. He pushes you back further so you're rest on your back and straddles you. He's wearing tall boots over his tight pants; a loose shirt billows in the wind along with his shiny black hair.
His hips start to move as he gives you a pseudo lap dance. His thumbs find your nipples and gently brush over them before he starts pinching experimentally, gauging your response. You respond positively. Pressure is building up in your waist as he grinds up against you. You wish to tear the little fabric between the two of you, but when you go to move Leo places his hands on your wrists and directs them to your side. The longer you keep them in place, the faster he writhes atop you, so after some initial squirming you decide it's best to just stay put.
He tilts his head as he looks down on you, humming at the sight of you before pulling his shirt off and revealing his body. It wasn't overly muscular, the kind of body that's built through work and experience rather than one that's sculpted for vanity's sake. You see two golden rings pierced through his nipples and are tempted to reach for them. Once again his rough hands come to your wrists.
"Oh, can't you just wait your turn?" He whispers in your ear as he puts your arms above your head.
You pant under the strain of him and the building pressure. "I can't help it."
He sits up and pouts at you. "No?" Then a smile stretches out like the thinnest moon. "Well, then I'll have to do something about that now won't I?" He leans in again and for a moment you think he's going to kiss you. You close your eyes and wait, but nothing touches your face. Instead you feel something wrap around your wrists. You look to see as Leo ties you up with your own belt. It's odd you didn't even feel him take it off your waist in the first place.
"If it's too much, we can stop." He whispers in your ear again. You shake your head, not ready to end the "fun" just yet. He smiles and resumes rocking back and forth on top of you. After a few moments, he re-positions himself to remove both his and your trousers. He leaves your shirt still half on framing you like a painting. Feeling the heat of bare skin sends you twitching with want and it takes all the self-control you have to not buck your hips up in hopes of finding some purchase. But you behave all through his ministrations.
His hand grabs your chin and strokes it gently. Rubbing against the stubble you didn't have a chance to shave this morning. He travels upwards and presses on your bottom lip until you open up. His fingers intermingle with your tongue and you lap at him needily. Once he's satisfied he removed the fingers and rolls his hips back giving you full view of his cock. He starts to work his fingers inside while you watch, noticeably hardening as he does so. You too find pleasure in watching your partner finger himself. Savoring every little twitch and spasm as he finds his prostate. How he shudders with every added finger.
Once he's finished preparing himself, he returns his attention to you. You watch with baited breath as he takes your cock in his hands and starts to line it up with his opening. He takes you in painfully slowly, savoring every inch as he impales himself on you. More than once he has to retreat before sinking down lower; each time moving so carefully. When he finally take you to the base he rocks on top of you, getting accustomed to your length and teasing you thoroughly.
"So, ready to call it quits yet?" He pushes the hair from his face and offers you a toothy grin.
"Don't you dare stop," you manage to rasp out. He takes advantage of you mouth being open and before you finish your sentence he raises himself up high and slams down again eliciting a loud surprised moan straight from your gut. If he hadn't been moving so slow before it might have been enough to push you over the edge, but you manage to hold on even as he does it a second and third time. After that he starts a gentler rhythm as he bounces atop you. You want nothing more than to guide his hips and take control, but there's something about the frustration that adds to the excitement.
It seems to start getting to Leo as well. His hand finds his own cock as his pace increases. The speed and friction he's building make it hard to focus, hard to think. You snap back to attention as you hear Leo moan on top of you. His hand jerking fast a stream of white paints your chest where he'd left your shirt open. And in the light of the moon, you finally get to watch him as pleasure overrides his brain. Your breath catches and you feel your own orgasm hit as he clenches down on you.
Slowly, the two of you slump and stop moving all together. You feel his hot breath on your neck as he rests his hands on your pecs. The two of you stay tangle like that in bliss for a few moments. Unbeknownst to the ship or her crew.
Then Leo gets up and starts dressing himself once again. "Phew, good job." He says as he starts to disembark the ship.
Momentary panic sets in as you think he's about to leave you naked and tied up in the raft, only when you sit up to call after him, the belt fall free. The latch undone. You look at it for a moment before looking back for Leo, but this time he's already disappeared.
You clean yourself up as best as you can and gather up your belongings. You glance around to see if there's anyone nearby, but there doesn't seem to be. You dress and make your way back to your bunk for a much needed rest.