The Call of the Ocean

Labor Day weekend arrived quickly; a large number of people were expected the next day, and I wanted to be sure the rooms were perfect.  I had started helping Jeff with the rooms right after I decided to stay, and when it got busier, I persuaded him to hire a lady from town to help with the laundry.  With Jeff in charge of the books, me in charge of getting the rooms ready for the next guests, and Anne keeping us stocked in clean linens and towels, we had enough free time to talk and get to know one another.

My biggest concern, as the summer wore on, was that Marc would lose interest once he had me. The old adage of having something is not as good as wanting something proved to be untrue where he was concerned. I sensed that he loved me more each day. I had the feeling of belonging, and I loved the way he felt in my arms. He had a single bed pushed up against the wall, and with the pillows just right, he fit perfectly under my arm. Life was blissful.

I had kept a secret from Marc; in fact, I had kept more than one. The first was about the wealth I had accumulated. It was probably enough that we, if we were careful, could spend the rest of our lives comfortably. I had decided against telling him until he decided what to do about the hotel. Before I came, he’d been considering selling it, but since he had no idea what he would do instead, he just kept going. The hotel made enough for him to have a small bit of savings for his future, but he struggled with the monotony of things.

One evening, he admitted that he wondered about making improvements to the hotel. “The place needs serious updating,” he told me. “And there’s enough land on the other side of the road to add more rooms. They wouldn’t have a beach view, but during busy times, I’d have enough space for the people who want to come.”

His idea got me thinking, and that’s where the second secret came from. I’d talked to an architect who had specialized in beachfront property. I’d asked him to design the addition with parking below the rooms, so each room would have a view of the beach. I wanted the place to be storm secure, have elevators and security. The area had already been zoned commercial when Jeff’s father first built the hotel. I also found a contractor in town who had experience, and I asked him to do his best to hire people in town. I knew that during the offseason, many of the boat owners had no source of income and lived on their summer earnings. I wanted them to benefit from our expansion. All of this was being done without Marc’s knowledge. I was funding it, and I wanted it to be a surprise.

I also hoped to remodel the first phase of the hotel, but I wasn’t sure it would happen before the next season opened. Everything was in place for Phase 2 to begin the Tuesday after Labor Day. I was excited to see Marc’s face when the bulldozers arrived.

The weekend went quite smoothly, and on Monday evening, after most of the guests had departed. I got room 3 ready. It was the room I was in the night Marc and I were first together. I picked a nice wine and dinner was being prepared by the best cook in town, Katherine Madison. She had known Jeff since childhood and knew his favorite seafood meal was scallops au gratin. I preferred my scallops seared and in a lemon sauce, and she was an expert in that as well.

Katherine arrived on schedule and set things up for me. I went to the office and slipped my premade side on the door. Marc was working on the books as I slipped behind the desk, pulled him away, and gave him the kiss I’d been waiting all day to give him. How could he smell so good after a day’s work? I massaged his left pec as I kissed him. I didn’t dare move my hand any lower. I didn’t want our dinner to get cold.

“Come with me.” I held his hand and pulled him along. After locking the office door, I took him to the room where our magnificent meal stood at the ready.

“Wow,” he said under his breath. “How did you manage this?”

“One of my many talents.” I smile deviously.

His eyebrows shot up. “What else do you have in store?”

“Eat your scallops before they get cold.”

“Scallops? You’re kidding.”

“No. Have at it.” I picked up a glass of wine and handed it to him. I took mine. “To us. Meant to be together. I love you, Markie. I want everything I do to make you happy, to make your life full…” Tears began to fall from my eyes. I loved this man. I was so lucky.

“Oh, baby.” He hugged me and kissed me on the cheek. “I love you, Jeffie.”

I laughed a little at that. “Now, let’s eat.” We sat and enjoyed our meals. I struggled some with the conversation as I wanted badly to tell him the secret I’d been holding in about phase 2.

“Jeffie, these are the best scallops she’s ever made for me. I wonder whether she changed the recipe, or is it the scallops this season.”

He’d never called me ‘Jeffie’ before. He did call me two-by-four for a short while; he said it was because I was such a stud, but after he did it in front of people, I called him one-by-three. He gave me a puzzled look, and I told him it was because he was kind of like a stud, only smaller. Later that night, I told him that he reminded me of a gas station attendant because he used his hose to fill up my tank. He laughed so hard he fell off the bed. We decided at that point not to use cute names except in the throes of passion.

“Why ‘Jeffie’?” I asked him.

“I want a name that no one else calls you. You’re the only one who calls me ‘Markie’, and I know where that comes from. And if I accidentally call you ‘Jeffie’ in front of people, no one will be embarrassed by it.” His look told me that my question made him doubt using the name.

“I understand. And it’s OK. I don’t mind it; it’s kinda like a secret code for ‘I love you’ without the possibility of any awkwardness.”

Marc nodded. “You do understand.” He smiled. “Now, there’s something I want to talk to you about.”

I stuffed a scallop in my mouth. I looked up to let him know I was listening.

“I want to work on the sign. I know I talked about it earlier this year, before Memorial Day, but I haven’t shown you my designs.”

“You've been working on a design for the sign? Keeping secrets from me?”

“Yeah, like I’d be able to hide anything important from you.”

‘Fuck,’ I thought. ‘He knows. All this clandestine shit has been for naught.’ I took a sip of wine. “So, what’ve you come up with?” My voice seemed squeaky.

Marc seemed not to notice, or was he pretending? “A couple of different designs. They’re hidden in a drawer in the office. I didn’t want you to see them until I was done. I even played around with renaming the place Shark Point Hotel.”

“I think you should keep the name. Bait’s Hotel has a nice hook to it.” I smile a broad, fake smile.

“Keep working on your stand-up routine.” Marc stabbed a Brussels sprout with his fork and stuffed it into his mouth.

“Ouch!” I laughed.

“Careful,” he said with his mouth still chewing on the sprout. “You might be saying ‘ouch’ later on.” He smiled with his mouth open just to see if he could rile me.

“OK. You’ve gone too far now. You win,” I told him.

“Sorry, I know that you find that disgusting. I don’t know why I do it.”

“Because you’re still a kid at heart, Markie. And I love you for it, so don’t go changing.”

Marc moved his chair closer to me and took my water glass. He drank from it. Then he looked me right in the eye, and I wasn’t sure just what to do. So I whispered, “I love you.”

And then he kissed me.

His kiss made me dizzy, or maybe it was the wine. He stood up and pulled me to my feet. He unbuttoned my shirt, but his lips never left mine. My shirt was off and so was his; our chests were rubbing together; his tongue was in my mouth, and then my tongue was in his mouth. I pushed him to the side and then onto the bed. I reached down and unbuckled his pants. He reached up to pull mine off. We fought to get the other naked, and somehow we succeeded.

I pushed him back again and sucked his cock into my mouth. Saliva dripped down the shaft as I took its entirety into my mouth and throat and then pulled back until only the head was held in by my lips. Up and down I went before my fingers found his hole. Spit had found its way into his crack, and I used it to moisten his pucker before sliding my fingers inside him. His moaning only stopped long enough for him to mutter, “Yeah” and other single-syllable affirmations.

I had pushed him back onto the bed while never stopping my oral adoration of his dick. When I stopped and stood on my knees next to his ass, he looked directly into my eyes. They begged me to take him. I pushed the head of my cock into him before leaning forward and kissing him. My mouth encircled his lips as I inserted the fullness of my shaft. His gasp filled my mouth, and he began to kiss me passionately as I fucked him.

As always, his man pussy held tightly to my dick, and the friction brought both of us immense pleasure. I knew that when he began to pivot his pelvis to meet my thrusts that he was getting close. I felt the urge to come inside him but held off until I felt him squirt his load onto us. He always came with such force that his seed often hit me under my chin. This time was not different, and as his sperm streamed onto me, I released into him. The change in pressure inside his belly forced him to slap the mattress with his fists.

My pistoning slowed and stopped. My dick slid out, and part of my load followed. Marc pushed me over and lay on top of me. He kissed me hard. “I can’t imagine anything better than being pounded by you.” His breathing was rapid. “Fuck!” he screamed. “I love you.” He kissed me again.

I rolled myself over. I felt his cock between my ass cheeks. I could feel my cum drip from his ass down onto my balls. My dick was trapped under me, and I pushed it down. His dick was trying to force its way into my manhole. I heard Marc spit into his hand and heard him lube his dick with the saliva.

And then he was inside me. I clenched my teeth together. The instant of pain from his sudden entry changed to pleasure as his cock rode against my prostate. He pushed in and pulled out like a wild man. The way he fucked me was another of the things that I loved about him. He always gave me his all; I could tell he was crazy about me in the way he gave me all of himself every time. With the amount of jism he had expelled before, I expected him to have a dry orgasm, but he surprised me again. As he slammed into me and held himself against me, I could feel him fill me with his seed, and after he pulled out, I could feel the liquid ooze out of my hole.

Marc snuggled up next to me. His lips caressed my shoulder, and his hand rubbed the small of my back. “You complete me,” he said.

“And you, me,” I told him. Next to each other, we listened as our breathing returned to normal. Soon we were asleep.

The sound of heavy machinery woke us the next morning. “What the hell is that?” Marc exclaimed as he jumped up and threw his clothes on.

I knew what it was, but I tried to look innocent and unaware. I was dressed in a flash. We walked outside and around to the back of the hotel to see bulldozers on the other side of the street.

“What the fuck?” Marc started to run.

Shit. He seemed really upset. I was hoping for more surprise and less anger. “Marc!” I called after him, but he didn’t hear me. I heard him.

“What the fuck is going on? This is my land. What the hell are you doing?”

I caught up to him.

He turned to me. “They’re tearing up my fucking land.”

“Yeah. I know,” I said. “Take a breath.”

“But they’re tearing up my fucking land.”

“Calm the fuck down,” I screamed. This wasn’t working out the way I had planned. “I said I know.”

Marc looked at me. There was anger all over him.

I touched his face. “Babe, I know. It’s a surprise. Come back to the room.”

“We have plans for that!” His anger stabbed me in the heart.

I had to pull him back to the room. He was seething. “Sit down, and look at this.” I pulled an artist’s rendition of the hotel addition from the drawer in the dresser.

Marc stared at the drawing for at least thirty seconds before asking me, “What is this, Jeff?”

“It’s our hotel addition. They’re starting on it today.”

“But, how? It’s beautiful. We can’t afford something that nice. I don’t understand.”

I sat next to him. “It’s a surprise, Markie. It’s supposed to make you happy. I took care of everything.”

“Aw, baby; it’s beautiful, but we’ll never be able to afford it.” There was fear in his eyes.

“Sweetheart,” I took a deep breath. “I’ve already paid for it.”

“What? How?”

“I have money. Good business deals, royalties, insurance from my father and brothers. And once we’re married, it’ll be your money, too.”

“I can’t believe this.” A tear fell on the drawing.

“Be careful.”

“I love you, Jeffie.”

“That’s a double ‘love you’, you know.” That’s when the tears began to flow. And Markie started to cry as well.