Jarvis
"When you first said you wanted to do something to help the reef, I thought you meant donating some money," I pant, my hole clenching and pulsing in turn.
"That's what I thought back then," Anson grunts, fucking into me so hard it makes the entire boat rock. "But any rich asshole can give money. I wanted to do something more…tactile."
"Speaking of which…"
I pull forward the next time he pulls back, drop to my knees, and squeeze my pecs together.
Anson grins down at me devilishly. "That how you want me to come, baby?"
"Sure is," I say, licking my lips eagerly. "Come on my tits, Anson."
"Whatever you say."
He slides his wet cock between my pecs and thrusts away. He likes to pretend it's only my favorite way of making him come, but we both know he loves it as much as I do.
We're in the outer Barrier Reef, on our own private boat to spare Clayton's mental health, on an expedition to replant damaged sections by attaching healthy coral fragments to restoration structures.
Since we're alone, and the vessel with the other volunteers is half a mile away and behind us, we can fuck anywhere and anytime we like.
Anson's cock feels so good against my skin, and I feel more beautiful than ever like this. Making him happy. Being so happy myself.
"Gonna come," he cries out, curling his thick fingers around his shaft and unleashing a torrent of white, gooey cum all over me.
I drag my fingers through it and bring them to my lips, loving the way he tastes. I love everything about him really.
Predictably, the press had a field day when we released a statement about our relationship. Any notions we had of getting ahead of the narrative were quickly shot down by a barrage of completely unhinged rumors. I was a former drug addict. Anson was having a mental health breakdown. I was stealing money from him.
It was all so completely ludicrous, and everyone who matters to us in our lives knew it was bullshit, but after a while, it started to wear us down. After our first trip to North Queensland together, which Clayton has successfully blocked from his memory, Anson started looking into ways to get involved with saving the reef.
We now live between here and the Gold Coast, spending half the year in North Queensland, the rest of it down south. A lack of a permanent address makes it hard to establish a regularPT client base, so I've been working with Robbie on a plus-size collection for his athleisure wear line. When it came time to cast models, he and Anson insisted I should be the one to front the campaign.
I was hesitant at first but took the plunge anyway. I've done so much work on myself to get to a point where I feel confident and sexy being the size that I am. Still, I was nervous about putting myself out there so publicly.
Turns out, I shouldn't have worried. Yes, there's the occasional idiot who makes a disparaging comment—and gets blocked immediately—but overall, the response has been immensely positive. Not to brag, but I'm closing in on fifty thousand social media followers, which I'm pretty chuffed about.
"Let's get you cleaned up," Anson says, helping me to my feet.
"Sounds good."
He leads me to the bathroom, and as we step into the double shower, he drops to his knees and engulfs my cock in his mouth. I knew I was walking into a trap…
My back hits the tiled wall as I succumb to the pleasure swirling in me, one hand digging into Anson's shoulder, the other his hair.
I don't know what I did to get so lucky, but I am so truly grateful. After so many years thinking I wouldn't amount to anything, that I was destined to be alone, that something was wrong with my body and I was unlovable, I found the man I was destined to be with.
"I love you so much," I murmur.
With my cock stuffed down his throat, the vibrations of Anson's reply reverberate all the way through me. "I love you, too, baby."