Chapter 321

Cattie took over the grill and griddle for me when she came out and saw what was happening, a little smirk on her lips as she gave my butt a playful pinch. Part of me wanted to take Becca up to the top deck and ravish her there, but with Heather and Sherry still MIA and JC likely to get up at some point, I knew Becca might have gone along with it but it wouldn’t be as good as in private.

Instead, I picked her up in a princess carry and saw multiple grins as the girls watched me parade her through the living room and kitchen, my cock tenting my shorts. Back in the cabin, I kicked the door shut behind us as she laughed and clung to me, and then I brought her to the bed.

“Tell me what you want,” I said as I sat her down on the end. “What do you want from me before I have to spend weeks without you?”

Becca was already shimmying her shorts down over her hips. “Just fuck me, Tiger,” she said.

I wanted to do more. I always wanted to do more with Becca. But we really were on a timeline for the morning and we couldn’t spend forever on sex. There were conversations that needed to happen, and piloting the boats.

And packing. And leaving.

Becca had her shorts and panties down and off faster than I got my own shorts and underwear down. My cock was hard, and I went down to one knee and she grabbed one of her legs and pulled it back, spreading herself for me. I wanted to stop and stare. To ogle her. Her pussy was so fucking pretty, and the tan lines we were all developing after a week of sun just highlighted it all the more. Instead, I dove in, sliding my tongue through her labia and then drilling it against her hole.

“Fuck, Robbie,” she gasped, clearly in pleasure, but she grabbed my shoulders and pulled me up. “Fuck me. Just fuck me.”

I did as she asked, notching my cock into her entrance and then both of us groaned as I pushed into her. The sex was quick and dirty, a wild humping that was more about getting off than loving each other - and it was great. Knowing that we could do that; be that for each other when we felt it, was good. I loved her dearly and wanted to make love to her, but I knew from experience with Cassidy that sex didn’t always need to be about love.

We both wanted to get off. There weren’t any position changes. Her shirt didn’t even come up to reveal her breasts. Our hips slammed at each other and I curled over her to get our lips together even if it wasn’t really kissing. We fucked, panting and writhing. She clawed at the back of my shirt while I held her waist firmly. She licked my lips. I reached under her shirt to grab a tit.

I came first, grunting a warning and she nodded wordlessly, telling me it was OK. Unloading deep into her, I was amazed that I could produce any sperm at all and wondered if I should get checked out by a medical professional to see if I had super-balls or something. App perks or not, it felt almost unnatural. Once I was done I pulled out of her, my sticky cock pressing against her thigh as I reached down and got two fingers inside of her warm, pink cunt and started to finger her.