Page 11 of Habibi: Always and Forever

“Oh, just elsewhere.” I lower my head, lifting one side of my lips as I shut off the boat. “This looks like a good fishing spot, don’t ya think?”

He looks around. “I guess so. Don’t know much about the fish here, so I couldn’t tell ya.”

“They don’t grow wings or legs like where you’re from, I can tell you that much.”

“I hear they taste better too. There are so many things where I’m from that look like what you have here, but I can promise they don’t taste remotely good enough to eat. Had to find that out the hard way when I ended up on my own.”

“That sucks. At least you have me here to point you in the right direction. I’ll try not to steer you wrong, but there may be a time where we don’t share the same taste buds.”

“We’ve had good luck so far, so I’m not worried.” Getting to his feet, he comes forward with his hands sticking out to his sides, and he sways, inching closer.

I latch onto him, brushing hair from his eyes and sweeping the tips of my fingers over his horns. Damn, he’s breathtaking. How can I not be caught off guard when he’s close by. Nothing else is a better view than what’s right in front of me.

“We have. Such good luck.” I brush my nose to his, our lips hovering over one another. He shudders, pressing his body harder to mine.

“You gonna tell me where your mind went a bit ago?”

I shake my head, swallowing the thickness in my throat. “Not when I can show you instead.” I swipe my tongue over his lips, slipping it between his parting teeth, and he thrusts his way into my mouth, pushing against me.

Not caring who’s close by, I slip a hand inside the back of his pants, smiling when I find he’s not wearing any underwear. My fingers graze his entrance and I press at the soft, warm skin, swallowing down his low whimpers.

His body shakes and his reaction rubs desperately against me as I breach his dry hole.

I retract my fingers, and back away from his mouth long enough to wet them before shoving my hand back down his pants.

He’s still not slick enough for me to get far, but being halfway submerged makes my cock leak.

“Aren’t we supposed to be fishing?” he asks breathlessly.

“Yes. Yes, we are. But this is pretty standard for anything we do together, isn’t it? You’re always calling to me over everything else. You’re always the better option, and I can’t move on until I get my fix.”

“Then get your fix.”

My tongue finds his again, and I sink deeper into his heat, seeking out more of him.

Our hands are everywhere, and I lick my way down his neck, dropping to my knees.

The lake is so quiet and there are no boats in sight.

Looking up at him, I slide his pants down, and his eyes are full of lust. Tilting his head back, he moans as I suck his swollen head into my mouth.

I lap my way down to his base, taking him to the back of my throat, and he bucks his hips.

His thrusts match my movements and I gag, loving the ache I get from how rough he’s being.

I love it when he takes what he wants without holding back.

He’s not a monster with me, and I’m not some weak, helpless human to him.

We’re just two beings wanting the same thing, wanting what only we can give each other—this right here.

A magic that’s only created when we’re connected. One only we can make happen together.

“Oh, that feels good. I’m going to come if you keep doing that.” He tugs at my hair, his body tensing. “I don’t want to come until you’re inside me.”

I pull off his cock with a pop, and lick at his purple tip. “We need more than spit, baby. You’re way too tight for me today and I don't want to hurt you.”

His fingers wrap around my chin and he lifts my face higher.

“You won’t.” Stepping back, he snatches the paper bag from the seat and plucks out a small bottle of liquid.

Smiling, he pops the top and squirts a few drops into his hand.

Spreading his legs, he fingers himself, riding back on his hand and sinking his teeth into his bottom lip.

I straighten my stance, licking my lips, and laugh when the scent of cotton candy hits my nose. “Now why would you think that would come in handy while fishing?” I look around behind him, palming my still-clothed cock as I watch him get himself ready for me.

He slides his fingers out and guides me to the seat, undoing my pants the moment my ass hits the soft leather. “Because it serves a multi-purpose. It tastes good, and I thought if it was good enough bait to catch an Arien, it may work to catch a fish too.”

I laugh, shaking my head, and start stroking my cock as soon as it’s free from the confines of my underwear.

His eyes darken and he straddles my lap, guiding my cock head to his dripping hole.

Sinking down on me, he circles his hips and slams his hips down.

Heat pools in my stomach and I lift up inside of him, grinding with him as he makes animalistic sounds, lifting his face to the sky as he loses himself in pleasure.

Wonderful sensations erupt inside me as we rub together, creating sparks between us, and I capture his mouth with mine, lips as off-kilter as the rest of us.

I fuck into him harder and deeper, clinging tighter to his body as he rolls on top of me.

I come hard inside him, stroking his cock until he’s in the throes of pleasure with me, coming with his eyes closed.

His body convulses, nails digging into my skin, and I milk him dry with a tug of my fingers, licking between his parting lips.

“Mmm, what a much better place to have my mind,” I whisper against his cheek. “The perfect place.”

“Your place,” he says.

“My everything,” I tell him back, rubbing my hands up and down his arching back.

“Now, let’s see if the cotton-candy lube really can make as good a bait for fish as it can for boyfriends.”

I chuckle and kiss his nose. “Ah, that’s right, fishing. I guess we can do that now. Oh, and by the way, what does flavored lube have to do with what you’re going to be for Halloween?”

“You’ll see.” He climbs off me, gathering cum from his stomach and licking it off his fingers. I tug him to me again.

“Or you can keep letting me be lucky and show me a little early.”

“I will on one condition.”

“And that is?” My brows bunch together.

“You have to catch a fish with the lube.”

My stomach rumbles from laughter. “Deal.”

We get cleaned up and covered back up in time for other people to pass by.

Arien squishes onto the seat next to me, his body partly on mine as he lowers his line into the water.

I lower mine next and when there’s a tug, I reel it in and lose whatever was biting.

Within the next hour, I catch another, and this one holds on until I can bring it all the way up.

It's a big bass too, latching on pretty good as I remove it from the hook connected to the bait we drenched in lube.

We both laugh at the ridiculousness of it all, and I’m convinced it was more the shining coat reflecting off the fake fish than anything else, but I don’t tell him that.

Mostly because I’m eager to see him in his costume tonight, hopefully leading to another chance of me using his multi-purpose surprise on him again.

Maybe he’ll coat himself in it too, and I can show him how fast he can get me to take the bait.