You Can See Me (11 page)

They’d had a great day after the sticky wicket at breakfast. Ric was really showing him a great time, and the conversation, chemistry, and teasing banter flowed naturally. But, Pres still wanted to show Ric his independence. After walking along the beach and enjoying the ocean breeze, he asked Ric to go for a small cruise on his yacht that was docked just a few miles away.

He needed Ric to know that he could be an equal partner in this relationship. Taking control of the date would also show Ric that he didn’t have to bear the responsibility of always having to show Pres a good time.

When he asked Ric to accompany him for an evening on the bay, he was met with a few seconds of silence before Ric simply said, “No.”

“You don’t like boats, Ric?”

“They’re all right, Pres. I just don’t think…uhh…ummm…I just thought…ya know. I didn’t want you to go out of your way,” Ric stammered.

Pres could hear more behind Ric’s hesitation. But, he really wanted to show Ric a good time, so he thought he’d give it another try.

“Come on. I promise you’ll have a good time.”

He heard Ric let out a very quiet sigh before he responded, “If it makes you smile like that, then sure. I’ll go. But don’t let it inconvenience anyone. Do you have staff on there all the time or something?”

“No, they’re not on there all the time, but I’d asked the captain earlier this week to have it ready to go this weekend. I was going out alone, but now I don’t have to.” Pres hugged Ric.

“Okay. I just want you to be careful.” Ric hugged Pres tightly.

Now Pres understood. Ric thought Pres was too delicate to sail. He found himself being more amused than angry at that thought. He’d show him.

* * * *

Ric let Pres talk him into sailing on his yacht this evening. He was not excited at all. In fact, he was damn near terrified. He never would’ve suspected that Pres had his own fucking yacht. Jesus. What he told Pres about boats being “all right” was not a lie. It was the water—the very large body of water surrounding them—that he hated.

While they rode the few miles to the harbor, Ric held Pres’s hand. He softly caressed him and placed quick, chaste kisses on his cheek. Pres looked so beautiful, and he smelled so fucking good. Ric silently wished they could just go back to one or the other’s place and finish this date correctly. It was too late to change it now, though, as the taxi parked in the mostly empty parking lot adjacent to the dock.

Ric looked around at the view. It was really nice. The sun was slowly setting over the horizon. The vibrant orange ball sat amid beautiful streaks of blue, purple, and red. Despite his insecurity of the ocean, the water looked so peaceful and serene. It was as if the ocean, and its inhabitants, was its own entity, and it slept peacefully until it was disturbed by man’s vessels, rigs…and yachts. When you woke the peaceful ocean from its slumber, that’s when it showed its power. Ric desperately did not want to see that power again.

Ric closed his eyes and took a calming breath. He had to stop thinking like that. The negative thoughts would only make him more nervous, and Prescott was too insightful not to pick up on it immediately. He just needed to relax and trust that Pres would remain safe in his arms.

Ric leaned in close to Pres and whispered a detailed description of the sunset in his ear, not forgetting to lick and caress his earlobe in between descriptions of every color.

“We can do more of this on the water. Come on. Cap’s waiting.” Pres gave him a slow, sexy kiss on his mouth before exiting the cab.

The yacht’s name,
Sees the Day
, was written elegantly in black on the lower part of the stern. The fifty-foot motor yacht was cloud white with a cobalt-blue boot stripe, and she was a beauty. It wasn’t a flauntation of wealth. It was tasteful in size, classy, sleek, and sexy… It was Prescott Vaughan. Ric grinned broadly.

As they walked, he took Pres’s fingertips and put them to his lips, showing him that he was smiling and liking what he saw. The smile Pres gave him in return was Kodak perfect.

Ric could see the captain giving them a slight salute from the raised pilothouse. Two men in starched white uniforms greeted them as “Mr. Vaughan and his guest” as they boarded portside. Ric stood back and let Pres greet some of his staff as they made their way to the spacious salon inside. It was bright and very tastefully decorated with dark brown leather furniture. The fully stocked bar was at the far side, in the corner, adjacent to the fifty-inch television mounted on the one solid wall. The rest of the sidings were windows to gaze from. Ric ran his hand along the polished cherry wood-grain table.

Pres talked to a young guy in a white coat and checkered cotton pants, whom Ric figured must be the chef, because Pres was questioning him about the evening’s menu and inputting a few ideas of his own. Ric decided to give them privacy and looked out the window at the sparse furniture on the stern instead. The three white high-backed deck chairs sat behind a table large enough for dining comfortably. Ric immediately noticed that the stern of the boat was void of any guardrails. He made a mental note to stay far away from there.

“Ric,” Pres called out after the chef left to return to the small galley below.

“Right here, babe.”

“So, what do you think?” Pres came up behind him and wrapped him in tight arms. It was nice to feel strong arms securing him right now.

“It’s beautiful. It suits you. It’s not too big, and it’s not too small… It’s perfect. Like you,” Ric said.

“I’m glad you like it. Why don’t you come down to the master stateroom with me? I want to put on my trunks and get comfortable before dinner. I have an extra pair for you too,” Pres said against his neck.

“Trunks…for what?” he asked.

“Just to get comfortable, enjoy the view, the weather, ya know. We can eat out back and talk. I’d love to get to know more about Dr. Rickson Edwards.” Pres ground his growing erection into him and slowly licked his way down his neck.

Ric completely forgot what he was worried about and let himself feel what Pres had to offer. He turned around in Pres’s toned arms, gripped the back of his neck, and took over the kiss. He loved Pres’s mouth. His lips were so soft and supple.

Pres wrapped him up tighter and kissed him back with fervor. Ric hadn’t felt this passion and urgency from him yet, and he loved it. He lowered his hands and gripped two round, firm cheeks—man’s cheeks. He squeezed hard, and swallowed the moan Pres released into his mouth.

“Mmm. I like that. Like your hands on me,” Pres groaned, his voice low and thick with lust.

“You do? Good, because I love touching you. Need to touch you, baby.” Ric spoke before licking the inside of Pres’s mouth.

He felt Pres pull back, and Ric sucked in a much-needed breath and opened his eyes. Pres still had his sunglasses on, so Ric removed them and set them on the nearest surface. “Look at me. You can see me.”

Pres brought his hands up to Ric’s face. He started at the top of his forehead and slowly worked his way down to his scratchy chin, his five-o’clock shadow already present. Pres touched him in places that many past lovers never did. He touched his brow and his eyelids, gently fingering his long lashes. Pres leaned in and kissed his eyes. Ric felt his soft, warm tongue on his eyelids, and it made his cock weep with pre-come, it was so fucking sexy.

Pres ran his fingers through his wavy hair to the base of his neck, stopping only briefly to massage at the nape before bringing his hands back around to his cheeks. His cheekbones were raised slightly because of the smile he wore whenever this beautiful creature looked at him…truly looked at him.

“What are you smiling about?” Pres purred, his hot breath scorching the skin on Ric’s face.

“You. You make me smile.” Ric cupped Pres’s face and returned some of the same tender gestures Pres was doing to him.

“You make me smile too, Sunshine. It’s something I haven’t done in so damn long,” Pres confessed.

“Mmmm. Com’ere,” Ric said. His emotions were all over the place. He felt so much for Pres at that very moment that he didn’t know how to put it into words, so he didn’t.
Damn. How can I feel like this already?
He let his forehead rest on Pres’s and rocked them back and forth in a slow dance, just relishing the joy of finding each other.

They kissed, and rocked, and moaned so long that Ric didn’t feel the captain pull away from the dock and coast smoothly into the bay. He was navigating them toward the departing sun and deeper into the Atlantic. He held Pres in his arms and kissed the man until all the tension and anxiety about being out on the ocean faded.

Pres felt like he was in a bear hug while being kissed. Ric felt so wound up that Pres thought maybe he’d get sick if he didn’t relax.

I’ll relax him.

“Come downstairs with me now.” Pres’s voice sounded deep and raw with desire. He needed this man like he needed his next breath.

“Okay,” Ric breathed heavily.

Pres led them down the narrow stairway into his large stateroom. The room was equipped with a gorgeous king-sized bed that took up most of the middle of the room. Along the wall were two midsized burgundy side-by-side dressers. The opposite wall held another fifty-inch flat screen television that was already turned on to the Weather Channel.

Pres didn’t waste time. He stripped off his shirt and tank top and tossed them in the direction of the bathroom. He spun Ric around in his arms and attacked his mouth.

“Need to feel you, Sunshine. I can’t wait. I have to know what you feel like. Fuck me, baby. Oh God. Please fuck me,” Pres begged.

Ric took over at hearing Pres’s needy moans. He pulled Pres to the bed, but laid him gently atop the burgundy-and-gold comforter.

“Need you too, so damn much, more than I’ve needed anyone in a very long time,” Ric confessed to him. “But, I want to feel you inside of me, Pres. Claiming me. Making me yours.”

Ric ground their still-confined erections together, making Pres gasp at the contact and his request. He wanted Pres to top him. Pres suddenly felt his nerves kick into high gear. His few encounters with other men were mostly kissing, dry humping, and jerking off. Pres had never actually fucked a man before, nor had he been fucked. Ric was so damn large and alpha male, Pres just assumed that he’d be the bottom.

After shutting down his nervous stomach, Pres thought about what it would be like to fuck this big, hulking man, overpower him, and make him come. He thought about shoving his dick inside Ric and making him scream out his name. He’d push in balls deep and grind his tight ass until Ric blessed whatever God he worshipped. Pres’s dick jerked and leaked in his shorts.

“Fuuuck,” he groaned. His internal fantasy needed to be made a reality, right fucking now.

Pres had lost his true self after his fiancée walked out on him. He’d become someone he despised…a needy man. He let his disability change him, change who he truly was. He’d convinced himself that because he was blind, he’d have to settle for whomever was willing to give him a chance, and therefore he’d let Vikki walk all over him. Being with Ric made Pres’s dominant side reappear with a vengeance for being tucked away so long.

Ric continued to deliciously grind and writhe on top of him, and Pres reached inside of Ric’s slack jeans and grabbed a handful of his lightly furred ass. It felt overwhelmingly erotic. Ric turned him on so damn much. He let one unbandaged hand graze along Ric’s seam and hissed between clenched teeth when Ric pushed his ass out more, craving a deeper touch. Pres didn’t hesitate to give it to him.

Pres licked and gnawed at Ric’s throat as he unbuttoned Ric’s pants and inched them down over his ass. Ric was grinding him into the mattress, and he bathed in the thoughts that his touch was making Ric lose himself. Having been with women all these years, Pres had forgotten the strength and feel of a man when in ecstasy. He admitted to himself right then that he’d missed that feeling.

“Pleeease,” Ric whispered.

Pres spread Ric’s cheeks and inched one finger down his hot seam until he got to that tight star.

“Oh fuck!” Ric bucked. “More, please.”

“Shhh. I got you, Sunshine,” Pres whispered back. He applied more pressure this time, feeling the tight bud quiver and dance under his fingertip.
Holy fuck. That’s hot.

Pres rubbed and massaged Ric’s outer rim until the man began to growl and bite at Pres’s cheek and lips.

“In. Fucking put it in,” Ric spat while trying to impale himself on Pres’s finger.

“Don’t we need lube first, babe?” Pres questioned. He was not an expert on anal fucking, by far. But, he’d watched enough porn in college and remembered the man using lube before fucking a woman in her ass.

Ric grabbed Pres’s hand and sucked two fingers into his hot mouth. Pres’s mouth formed a perfect
O
as Ric tongued in between his fingers. Ric moaned and sucked until the two digits were nice and wet.

“Fuck me with your fingers, baby. Get me ready, fast.”

Pres moved his wet hand to Ric’s hungry hole, then timidly pushed one fingertip in and waited for his reaction.

“More. More, Pres. Don’t be afraid. You’re not gonna hurt me. I use a dildo all the time,” Ric assured him.

Flashes of light danced behind Pres’s closed eyes at the image of Ric fucking himself with a dildo, and that was all he needed. He reversed their positions, flipping Ric onto his stomach and working his way on top of him, which was not as easy as it sounded, but Pres was operating on pure erotic adrenaline. He felt for the top drawer of the nightstand, pulled out the Vaseline he used when he jerked off, and made quick work of greasing up his fingers.

Pres was nestled snugly between Ric’s muscular thighs. He felt the man spread his legs like a wanton slut and thrust his ass up for the taking. Pres’s senses were flooded with Ric’s masculine, spicy-musky scent. It made him want to forget about the prep and mount him right then and there.

Instead, Pres knelt down and licked the furry globes while pushing one finger in to the first knuckle. Ric’s guttural moan vibrated through his back, and Pres could feel it under his tongue. He rotated his finger in and out, just like he remembered in the flick. He assumed it was right because Ric’s legs began to tremble.

He gave Ric what he needed. He pushed his finger all the way inside him, pegging his gland on the first try, and felt Ric hiss and arch his back. Pres pumped his ass again and again, wanting to hear Ric call his name and beg for his cock.

“Yeah, fuck, right there. Fuck, right there,” Ric yelled.

Pres knew there was some deckhand wondering what the hell Pres was doing to his guest, but it only made him smile and push his finger in even deeper. He was glad he hadn’t shut the windows first. He wanted Ric’s cries to ricochet off the waves and crash against the surf.

“Like that, honey? Is that what you need?” Pres licked and sucked, making pretty red marks on Ric’s perfect ass while he finger-fucked him. Though he couldn’t see them, the idea of Ric wearing his passion marks was enough for him.

Ric gripped the sheets and thrust his ass back into Pres’s hand, shamelessly taking what he needed. Pres had reduced him to a whimpering, blubbering mess on his wide bed. He listened to Ric’s unintelligible sentences. Ric mewled and growled like a sexy tiger, and Pres heard him twisting and pounding his fist into the comforter.

“I know. Gonna give you more right now. Gonna spread you open and give you my cock,” Pres whispered in Ric’s ear. He sucked his earlobe, never pulling his fingers out. One, two, three fingers inside Ric’s tight channel had Pres clenching his teeth in concentration of not coming all over himself.

Pres had his entire body covering Ric’s from head to toe, needing the full body contact. His forearm was wrapped around the front of Ric’s chest as he pressed his face into the back of his neck. He slowed his movements and ground his hips in time with his three fingers still stretching Ric’s ass.

“I’m ready, Pres. Fuck, I’m ready. That’s enough. Fill me up, baby. Need you to fuck me, now,” Ric cried. He stopped meeting Pres’s thrusts, and he felt Ric’s body fully relax and melt into the soft blanket.

Pres slowly removed his fingers, grabbed a generous amount of Vaseline, and spread it down the length of his cock. “Fuuuuck,” he moaned, gripping the base of his dick hard. Pres didn’t think he’d ever been that damn hard or so ready to fuck in his life. He wanted to last and make it good for Ric. He remembered his man hadn’t been fucked with an actual throbbing cock in over two years. Pres felt the pressure, but he’d make it good for Ric no matter what.

He pushed the aching head of his cock inside Ric’s beautiful body and was met with the tightest squeezing sensation he’d ever felt around his dick.
Oh my God, this is too fucking much.
It would take every ounce of willpower Pres had not to blow his load as soon as he sank halfway in. Ric’s ass was hot, and tighter than a virgin on her wedding night.

* * * *

Ric couldn’t believe how Pres was making him feel. The man’s fingers were magic. He’d stroked Ric’s prostate so many times that his eyes had rolled into the back of his head and his mouth hung open. He’d thought he’d need to give Pres some coaching, but he was terribly mistaken. The man had him humping the bed and crying to be fucked in a matter of minutes.

For some bizarre reason, the fact that Pres couldn’t see him and operated solely on Ric’s physical reactions had his cock leaking even more.
This is insane.
It was fascinating that Prescott could so easily anticipate what his body wanted.

Ric thought he may have been having an out-of-body experience. He couldn’t talk, he couldn’t move, all he could do was wait and see what Pres was going to do to him next. Pres aggressively massaged his ass while rubbing his slippery dick up and down his seam.

Then he felt it. Pres’s bulbous head was pressing against his well-lubed hole. Too many feelings attacked all his senses at once. Pres’s thick bicep wrapped around his throat, his hot breath on his neck, his sweaty forehead pressed against the back of his head all made Ric swoon like a cheerleader getting ready to get fucked by the captain of the football team.

“Babe,” was all he’d managed to get out when Pres’s head breached his outer ring.

It went in easily thanks to the careful preparation. Pres slowly rocked his sexy hips back and forth, not giving him another inch, letting Ric get used to the feeling.

“Don’t you fucking tease me, Prescott,” Ric growled.

“Motherfucker,” Pres hissed in his ear and pushed all the way in, in one long, smooth stroke.

“Augh. Fuck!” Ric yelled. His screams weren’t cries of pain. They were vocal releases of unadulterated pleasure.

Pres’s balls were cradled between Ric’s thighs, and he felt Pres heave in a few breaths before willing himself to move. He pulled out almost to the tip and drove back in deep again.

“Oh, honey, you are tight. Jesus. Squeezing my cock so fucking good.”

Ric instantly liked that Pres loved to talk dirty, and his body responded beautifully to every word he moaned into his head.

“So full, baby,” Ric said. “Give it to me. I’m ready. Fuck me, Pres. Fuck me hard. Want to still feel you tomorrow.”

Pres didn’t wait for another invitation. He reamed Ric’s ass until he was begging for Pres to make him come.

Ric was cursing and spurring him on. He could feel Pres working double time on not shooting first, his brow clenched with concentration.

“Fuck me. Fuck me. Fuck me,” Ric hollered in between Pres’s hard, deep thrusts. He lifted his ass even higher and jerked his dick in time with Pres’s pumping.
Make me come, you gorgeous fucker.

Pres abruptly stopped his thrusting without warning, and Ric couldn’t help but growl at the too-sudden cease of pleasure. Pres pulled out of Ric’s needy channel, and Ric immediately reached back and grasped at his hips, scratching Pres’s skin as he tried to pull him back inside of him.

“You bad boy,” Pres teased Ric as he manipulated him to turn back over onto his back, “scratching me up like that. You love my cock that much, honey? Can’t wait for me to fuck you, huh?” Pres settled himself back on top of Ric and pulled one heavy leg up onto his shoulder, opening him up nice and wide. “Want you to watch me come in you. Want to kiss you hard when you scream my name.”

Pres positioned his cock and pushed back in to the base. “Augh, fuck! Not gonna last much longer, want you to come with me.”

“Yes. Need to come, now. Fuck. Make me come, Pres. Make me come so hard,” Ric groaned.

“Jerk that thick cock for me while I fuck you,” Pres ordered.

Pres piston-fucked Ric’s ass until he felt Pres’s sweat hitting him on his chest. Pres dropped down and shoved his tongue deep into Ric’s open mouth, forcing his submission. Ric’s fist flew up and down on his own cock, wrestling with the urgency of wanting to come and wanting to keep being fucked. He felt Pres thrust in until his balls were snug against his tight, muscular ass and ground against him viciously.

“Come now, Ric.”

“Pres! I’m fuckin’ coming! Augghhh. Fuuuucckk!” Ric yelled into Pres’s mouth and sucked his tongue hard as he shot his thick load all over his hand, chest, and his lover.

Pres managed to thrust in one, two, three more times and stilled his hips deep inside as he released rope after rope of his seed into Ric’s ass. “Fuuuuuck, Ric,” Pres groaned low and deep in his throat, his body jerking spastically with his orgasm.

Ric caught Pres’s weight as his arms gave out on him. He cradled him under his chin and rubbed drowsy circles in the center of his sweaty back while he caught his breath.

“Jesus. That was like nothing I’ve ever felt before.” Pres breathed heavily

“It was wonderful, baby. Just what I’ve waited for, for so long.” Ric kissed the top of Pres’s head. “Now, I need sleep,” he yawned.

“Oh no you don’t. I’m ready for dinner.” Pres licked Ric’s ear and rubbed his cheek against the side of his sweaty face.

“Come on. Just half an hour, tops.” Ric whined like a spoiled child. “Baby, you can’t fuck me like that and expect me not to go to sleep…  I’m a man…remember?”

“Yes, I can fuck you like that and then tell you to get your ass up and come on, let’s eat. I’m starved.” Pres let his sated dick slide easily out of Ric’s still-clenching hole.

Ric hissed at the odd sensation.

“You okay, honey?” Pres asked with concern.

“Yeah. Fine,” Ric growled. “Fucking tired as hell, though. I just got rode like Seabiscuit, and now I’m being kicked out of this warm, comfortable bed for no good reason.” Ric pushed Pres playfully in his chest, telling him to get off him, then bitched and griped all the way to the bathroom.

He could hear Pres laughing hysterically at his expense before yelling through the closed bathroom door, “Oh, my big, strong doctor gets grumpy if he doesn’t get his nap after sex!” Pres used his best baby voice.