Page 25 of The Vigilante's Heart
“Bennett,” she gasps as my cock rubs against her clit. I won’t be fucking her there, though, not this time. “Wh-what are you going to do?”
“Exactly what I promised. Fuck you.” I move off her and rise to my feet above her. “On your knees.” She scrambles to her knees as eager to suck me off as I am to get inside her mouth, I love how much she enjoys giving head. “You want my cum, sweet girl?”
“Yes,” she moans as she licks her lips.
“Then fucking get it,” I say as I thrust past her lips and to the back of her throat, causing her to gag around the invasion. She quickly swallows and relaxes her throat, allowing me all the way in. Her tongue toys with the barbells at the base of my shaft and my eyes roll to the back of my head.
“Ah, fuck. Sweetheart, you’re so damn good at that.” I pull out and thrust back in again. “Wrap your lips over your teeth, watch the piercings, sweetheart.” She does as I say and I pick up my thrusts, fucking her face. The silence of the island only intensifies the sounds we’re making — my groans, her gags and the sloppy thrusts of my cock inside her wet mouth. Her hand comes up and cups my sack, massaging it firmly between her nimble fingers.Shit, I won’t last long with her doing that.
“You trying to make me come?” She looks up at me and bats her eyelashes.Little brat.“Where do you want it? Down your throat or painted all over you?” She mumbles something unintelligible around my cock. It doesn’t matter what she said, though, it’s not actually her decision to make. As I’m on the cusp of orgasm I withdraw from her mouth and fist my cock. “Open wide, sweetheart and show me yourtongue.” I give myself two quick tugs and my cock pulses, shooting cum over her lips, tongue, chin, chest — anywhere I can reach — marking her, claiming her as mine.
Peyton
No one has ever covered me in their cum before and I don’t know why because it’s fucking hot. I lift a finger and scoop a drop off my breast, bringing it to my lips and sucking his flavor from my finger. Bennet’s eyes darken and the corner of his lips lift.
“You missed some.” He gathers his cum from my body and feeds it to me until there’s not a drop left. “You’re fucking perfect for me,” he whispers as he pulls me to my feet and claims my mouth.
***
We’ve spent the last three days out on the water, swimming, eating, drinking and fucking — lots and lots of fucking. My body feels like it’s been through a bootcamp; muscles I didn’t even know existed hurt.
We’re currently sailing back, Bennett wanting to get to the harbor before the sun sets. We’ll be back at High Tides by bedtime and I have to say, I’m going to miss this boat. Bennett’s arms tighten around me, we’re both standing at the helm, his body pressed to mine from behind. I’ve found something out about Bennett these last few days;his love language is touch — he is constantly touching some part of me or holding me.
My gaze snags on a lighthouse off to our left, it’s a pristine white and perched on the edge of a small cliff, it’s beautiful.
“I don’t know what it is about lighthouses, but I just find there’s something magical about them,” I muse aloud.
“I think it was Dwight L. Moody that once said, ‘Lighthouses don’t fire cannons to call attention to their shining — they just shine.’ I think that’s pretty magical, don’t you?”
“You’re constantly surprising me, you know that?” I turn in Bennett’s arms and loop mine around his neck. “I never know what I’m going to get with you.”
“Devotion,” he places a kiss on my forehead, “safety,” a kiss to the tip of my nose, “love,” a kiss to my lips. “You’re it for me, sweetheart. I didn’t think I could ever want this, that I could ever give my heart to someone, but I can’t imagine my life without you. You’re mine, Peyton, and I’m yours.”
Chapter Sixteen
Peyton
Coming back to work after a few days off is always an adjustment, but after spending three days away with Bennett; it’s almost painful. And today has been shit. Complete and utter shit. There is always the possibility of losing patients in the ER; sometimes we have to stabilize and treat them before they go to surgery, and some of them don’t make it. But today it seems that every patient has needed surgery and we’ve lost more than we’ve saved, I’ve come back with a goddamn bang.
“You doing alright?” Derek has come up beside me.
“Yeah,” I sigh, “today seems harder than most. Maybe it’s because I’ve been away, or maybe today is just shit.”
“Both. I’d say both. Today has been hard, even for me and I’ve been doing it a long time.”
“Does it ever get easier?”
“Honestly? No. But you don’t want it to. You don’t want to lose your compassion, Peyton. It’s one of the many things that makes you a fantastic doctor.”
“Thank you,” I say as he starts to walk away, it’s high praise coming from him, he’s one of the top doctors in the country in his field.
“Don’t forget to take your breaks, I know you tend to ‘forget’ and work through,” he calls over his shoulder. That man has eyes everywhere.
A few hours later, we’re finally having a lull. I pull my phone out of my pocket to check my messages.
I’m in the parking lot
What?I don’t finish for hours yet. I check the time on the message, it was sent just over twenty minutes ago.