ROTC 2

Bryce saw the Kid glance at the surface of the water, trying to discern her body under the fluttering waves. She kicked her feet nervously to stay afloat, but didn’t try to avoid his gaze at all.

Instead, she looked at his body—at first, just returning his interest, then finding herself enraptured. His lean, scarred body… would it be pressed against hers in a moment? Crushing her to the ground, holding her in place until her lust was sated?

More importantly, his?

Silence was starting to take hold; she heard cicadas chirping in the muggy night. It seemed too quiet for a seduction. Too much empty space for doubts to seize hold. She spoke to fill the vacuum and crush out any room for nerves. “Do you like what you see?”

The Kid licked his lips. “Enough to try not to look.”

“I don’t mind being looked at, Kid. I wouldn’t mind a lot of things.”

“Caleb,” the Kid said. “My name’s Caleb.”

Bryce grinned. Her heart slammed against her ribs. “Now why would you want me to call you that?”

“Kid sounds like a little boy. I don’t mind what people call me, except you—”

He trailed off, unable to finish the thought, and in the gulf, Bryce ducked her head under the water. Without the distortion of the waves, she saw his smooth chest, his lean muscles, and lower…

Bryce only knew she’d let loose a flurry of bubbles from her mouth when they swirled around her eyes. She was astounded by her reaction to a naked man—something she was as familiar with by now as her own two hands.

But the Kid—Caleb—was gifted with far more than just height and muscle. He was incredibly endowed. Bryce couldn’t think of a man she’d known who wouldn’t envy his superb appendage. It was a thing of beauty, even idle, and though she could tell Caleb wished it to remain dormant, he was having less and less of a say in the matter.

When Bryce came to the surface, it was with a tremulous—and entirely feminine—sigh.

“You’re no little boy,” she told him.

“S’what I was sayin’,” Caleb replied, his voice falling to a childish mutter despite his words.

“You’re a man. And a man need a woman. And, well… here I am.”

Caleb kicked his feet. Whatever he was trying to accomplish, he managed to dart sideways through the water, then knifed his arms through the water to stay close to her. Moving in a half-circle around her. Bryce kicked herself, moving the other way, so that they looped around each other in one long spiral.

He wasn’t going anywhere. Neither was she.

“And when a man has a woman, he kisses her. That’s what he does,” Bryce continued.

Caleb blushed furiously. He pulled at his right earlobe. Bryce felt a warm glow, not just in her sex, but all over.

In her heart. Before all this, before everything, this kind of child’s play had been the extent of her sexual knowledge. Going back to it felt like being reborn. Men were shy with women, ladies—not with whores.

“I can’t kiss you from way over there,” Bryce concluded.

Hesitantly, Caleb swam forward, the only sound the little fluid chop of water on water. Rebecca had to swim into his arms. But once she did, his arms closed around her and she knew he wouldn’t let go.

“There, see?” Bryce asked, feeling potent, powerful—seductive. “Isn’t that better?” And she put her soft lips on Caleb’s cold, stiff ones.

The kiss began chastely enough. But it came with a tingle down in Bryce’s groin, a flame that needed to be fed. She became more amorous, demanding, pushing her silken lips into Caleb’s until she got them open. Slowly, unthinkingly, he began to respond.

Her tongue pushed at his teeth; with a gasp, Caleb allowed her in. It took a while for Bryce to stop exploring; once she did, Caleb followed her tongue back into her mouth.

She tried to avoid brushing his cock with her thigh, but there was so much of it and so little room between them. It was unavoidable. She hoped she didn’t shame him, making it so clear that she knew about it and how engorged it was. Rapidly, it became too large to ignore. She let it between her legs, shivering with delight as it throbbed against her mound.

When she stopped kissing Caleb, his eyes were glassy. His pounding erection was still between her thighs, always touching either one or the other. It was an effort for Bryce to resist closing her legs, shutting him up within her flesh so she could feel all of that huge endowment.

Bryce brushed at her forehead, pushing back a lock of hair so it joined the other fiery tresses slickened down her back. “Oh! Oh wow, that was good, wasn’t it?”

“I wouldn’t… wouldn’t know… it wasn’t bad?” Caleb squeaked out.

“No, not at all,” Bryce assured him. “Well, goodnight!”

And she dove under the surface.

Caleb looked around frantically, panting. Underwater, Bryce saw him reach down and nearly touch his erection, to give it more of the attention it’d been enjoying, but he stopped himself.

Bryce was glad. She knew he masturbated—probably too much, when he had everything he needed to seduce her and she was there, willing to be seduced. But that wasn’t enough for him now. Now she had something he wanted.

Power swelled in Bryce. She would give it to him, because she chose to. Because being his was the strongest thing she could be. If it didn’t feel much like love, it felt a lot like control. That was what she needed.

Her head came up out of the water. Then came her delicate shoulders and full, rounded breasts. Caleb gasped, feeling her small eager fingers around his swollen prick. Then he moaned in delight, feeling her stroke him up and down—squeeze him—acting like he did when he touched himself, but with a desperation for his cum that Caleb had never known in himself.

Caleb could not hold onto his shyness any longer. He closed his eyes and lost himself in pleasure.

Bryce went faster. Her own sensual nature wanted more, wanted to fan the flames raging inside her. She put a hand on Caleb’s waist and maneuvered him closer to the shore, into chest-deep waters, where they both could stand freely while she tended to his need. His eyes opened, glassy and unfocused, and he twisted his hips, thrusting his pelvis forward.

“Oh! Oh! Shit, Bryce, holy shit!”

And Bryce felt a bloom of heat as an enormous release tore its way out of him. Clouds of whitish ejaculate floated to the surface. Caleb heaved in satisfaction. Boneless, he sagged down and let the water take his weight.

“I’m sorry, Caleb—you had a lot saved up for me, didn’t you? And I didn’t even get to see it.” The idea struck a chord with Bryce; excited her in a way that went beyond incompatible morality. As long as she was going to be a sex slave, she should be good at it. She should be the best sex this boy had ever had. “Next time. Next time you can come in my face. Then I’ll see it, see how much you—"

“Not next time,” Caleb said, coming up onto his feet. “Now.”

He physically picked her up and carried her to the shallows—not even able to wait to get to dry land. The last few inches of water were enough. He set her down and was on top of her, kissing her, touching her, caressing all of her tender body with his muscled flesh.

The press of his reviving cock against her mound was the trigger to a spasm of delicious intensity. He reached down, to a womanhood still fully aroused, and touched her with fingers that were clumsy and inexpert, but no less effective for that. He stroked her, stirring her lust before gently entering her. Taking full advantage of her moist opening while managing not to cause any pain, or at least, not any pain she minded.

Bryce sucked in her breath. It felt good, even right. She’d given herself over to him and now, she was his.

Caleb slid one finger fully inside her. Pulses of pure delight ran through her loins.

“Oh my… God!” Bryce cried, her hungry body surrendering entirely to his possession of her.

It had been as long for her as it had for him. And she’d been more deprived, since her suffering had banished all thought of sexual pleasure from her for the longest time. Now it was back with a vengeance, a tidal wave that she could only let herself be driven along by. Her hand reached out of its own accord and wrapped tightly around his stiffening erection.

“Now!” Caleb repeated, enthused. “Now!”

She stroked him like she had done before, adding more hardness to his returning erection. She didn’t care, couldn’t care. Bryce was writhing in more than one kind of ecstasy. The delight of how good it felt and the anticipation of what all this pleasure was building to.

Caleb quickly learned how to touch her, becoming an expert in strumming her sexual nerves. The world retreated; the past finally left her alone. She was just a lover with a lover, sharing a bliss that could never be singly possessed.

But she still needed to show him what to do. After the humiliation of that first, abrupt eruption, Bryce knew he would appreciate her slow, steady guidance until he was sure he’d pleased her. She pushed at his shoulders until he allowed himself to be pried away from her, looking down at Bryce with hurt and confusion in his eyes.

Words were unnecessary: she ushered him down onto his back and threw a leg over him, sliding down onto his now-towering endowment until her sheath made the first luscious contact with what was meant to go inside it. Bryce shuddered; she had to strain to move slowly and only let him into her a little at a time.

A joyous agony filled her, electrifying her pale body—there was no overstating the fullness she felt at having him inside her. Bryce threw back her head and sucked in gratefully the crisp, refreshing scent of the water in the night. Her hips undulated and rolled against Caleb, relishing how much of him was at the core of her.

For a moment, Bryce thought she could hear music playing. It’d been so long since she’d been this happy that she could only associate it with the old world. Electric lights and music on your phone. She held off her tears and let her body believe what it was feeling. That everything would be alright.

She impaled herself further on his hardened flesh, indulging his instinct to take her fully even if it was her that was doing the taking. Her that was deliriously enjoying it now, while Caleb strained to keep going, make it last. He wanted more, more, more. Bryce wanted everything.