Across the Ocean (3 page)

“So, uh, you
’re just lying in bed, huh? Not doing much of anything?” I manage to say as I’m trying to make up conversation. I don’t want to just sit here with my mouth hanging open and drool running down my lip, looking like I don’t have any brain cells. I think my mouth is making the same motion that a fish out of water does. My hand reaches up to wipe my mouth and make sure there isn’t actually any drool. That would be embarrassing.

His soft chuckle is so damn sexy, and the mischief I see in his twinkling eyes tells me
that he’s up to no good. I’m not sad at all. I’ll play whatever game he wants. We’ve been chatting for months and months now, and flirting has been inevitable. We’re two young people attracted to each other over the distance of some 6,000+ miles. Flirting is the best we can do, right?

A sense of overwhelming jealousy takes over me. I want to keep him and I don
’t want any other women looking at him as I am. I don’t want to share him at all. I want those sexy chuckles all to myself! There’s really no way, at this point in my life, that I can have that. How can I even feel this way about somebody I’ve never met in person and who lives so fucking far away? I’m ridiculous.

“I ha
ve an idea. Tell me if this is too crazy, or makes you uncomfortable. I’m feeling pretty frisky right now, and I was thinking that maybe you would enjoy watching as I take care of myself. What do you think?” Oh, that smile of his is just to die for. Look at those dimples! His hand makes a pass down his chest and below the area where I can see. What a tease. Holy shit, did he just ask me if he could masturbate while I watch? Free, personal porn from this delectable creature?
Oh, hell yeah. Where do I sign up
?

“Oh, hell yeah,” I repeat, but out loud this time. I
’m pretty sure I need help to roll my tongue back into my mouth. He laughs softly and sits up to take the laptop and move it to a chair next to his bed, all the while wearing a smug grin. The look on his face simply screams sex, and I want every part of it.

I think I
’m panting pretty loudly in anticipation. There is zero chance I’m going to be looking away from my computer screen any time soon, so I settle into my chair to get comfortable. Although the placement of the laptop is both entirely too enticing yet not, showing nearly enough of exactly what I want to be watching, I know that it is going to be a part of the fun.

I readjust
my headphones on my head, and look both ways over my shoulders to double check that there are no intruders on our private time. I don’t say much as he prepares. I’m not even sure my roomies are home and I’d hate to say something stupid to ruin the mood.
Yeah, I’m one of those people
.

The laptop is at an angle facing his left side, where I can see from his upper body and head, down to those delicious hips and abs. Oh, those abs. I
’m sitting in this computer chair staring at his abs, dreaming of running my tongue between all those perfect indentations and below. I don’t think I’ve actually met a real guy in person who has them so toned. His white sheets are bundled low on his hips, preventing me from completely seeing if he’s even excited or not.
Damn it
.
Why is God being so cruel to me?
All I want is a small taste. I bite my lip to hold back a groan.

“Are you ready?” He asks. I just nod, startled out of my thoughts and eager for the show to begin. His right hand begins running from his left shoulder in a very
slow, sweeping motion, down the middle of his chest and his flat stomach to mingle a bit with the sheets while my imagination goes nuts from excitement. My hands grip the armrests of my chair tightly. My body is tense.

I
’m completely silent except for my breathing. My mouth is slightly open, and I’m just watching his every movement like a hawk, still nibbling on my lower lip. His eyes are glued to the laptop screen, I think he’s watching my reaction, and enjoying it. A slow, sinful grin spreads across his face as he watches me. My breathing speeds up and my pulse is throbbing at a frantic pace. My blood gets thick and hot as it flows through all my limbs like lava. My face is flushed and I can feel moisture pooling between my thighs. My mouth is now bone dry.

His hand begins to move in a slow but steady and erotic rhythm, even though I can
’t fully see what he’s doing. The toned muscles of his forearm begin to ripple in time with his movements. It’s torture and it’s delicious. His eyes are hooded, and he’s still looking only at me. His chest is starting to move a bit heavier as his breathing gets a little more ragged.

I
’m so turned on by just a few minutes of him touching himself that I know my panties are very wet. My clit is pounding just as heavily as my heart. This moment is so intimate, private, and sexy that I can barely handle it. My hips begin to rock slightly in my chair, unconsciously to the same rhythm his hand is moving to. The seam in the crotch of my jeans presses up against my swollen clit deliciously each time I grind my hips, and I’m beginning to wonder if I could possibly orgasm from mostly visual stimulation. I kinda hope so.

His hand starts to speed up gradually, and he closes his eyes and lets out a low groan.

“It’s so fucking hot that you’re watching me,” his voice is low and breathless.

Oh my god, why the fuck does he live so far away?
I lick my lips and wish with all my might to be transported magically to where he is, to touch him, to taste him. I’ve never wanted to put my mouth on someone’s cock more in my entire life. If I wasn’t in a position to get caught by my roommates, I would be naked and reciprocating the show for him in a very, very graphic way.

“It
’s unbelievably sexy to watch you,” I murmur quietly, clearing my throat a little. My hand rises to cup my breast, and my thumb and forefinger are pinching my nipple through my shirt and bra. Tingles shoot down to my clit. It feels so good to know he’s watching me. I know it’s making him hotter.

I can see his body getting tenser and I
’m mostly quiet as I watch. I can’t wait to see him come. I wish it was my hand, my mouth, or inside of me, and I can barely stand it. His breathing is harsh, and it’s just raw, sexual sounds of soft moans and sheets moving against his body that I hear, along with the sound of his hand sliding up and down his cock getting more urgent. My own body is super tense. It’s practically ready to explode with the repeated pressure on my clit from my jeans as my hips continue to grind.

“Ahh, fuck Brooke, I
’m going to come,” his voice is so gravelly and sexy; it sends goose bumps down my arms. Hearing him speak my name like this, I can’t handle how hot it makes me. My entire body starts to tremble with tension and desire. I’m so close.

“Do it. Come for me,” I purr softly back. His back arches slightly, so fucking deliciously, with his head falling back onto his pillow with his jaw clenched and eyes squeezed shut. His long, drawn out moan
and a strained version of my name is all I hear. A tremor travels through my body, almost like a miniature orgasm. I can feel my pussy convulse as though it has. Pleasure is washing through me and my body is shuddering from it. I know my panties are absolutely drenched.
Holy shit
. This is hands down, the absolute, sexiest fucking thing I have ever seen, and he was 6,000 miles away the whole time.

******

Present time

2007

“We need to drop Lára and Sóley off before we head home,” Emilia says while making a right turn. We are now driving into Reykjavík and my eyeballs are just eating up the visual candy of this new city. I haven
’t traveled out of the US very much in my lifetime, and I’m so glad that I’m finally somewhere else on my own terms.

Reykjavík is quite a bit different than Hafnarfjörður. It is a bit edgier, but I think it
’s equally as beautiful. The ocean is nearby, along with many modern type Scandinavian houses. Lots of the roofs are different colors. I really love this. My eyes don’t have a chance to become bored because nothing is redundant. There are more apartments and, much to my surprise, plenty of trees and grass. I guess from my first impressions from Keflavík, and from stereotypes I always hear about Iceland, that I had assumed it would be a bit dreary. Summer has been kind here though, and there is no snow anywhere.

“You
’re the boss; I’m just along for the ride.” I grin because I really don’t care what we do. I literally have zero preference. I like to think that I’m a really easy-going and laid-back person. Eventually, we finish dropping off the girls and head to Emilia’s place. She’s invited me to stay with her for my entire visit, and she’s obviously the reason I came here to begin with, so it makes perfect sense.

She lives in a condo/apartment style housing that isn
’t much like what I’m used to seeing back at home. She lives with her boyfriend, Valur, and their place is gorgeous…not to mention her boyfriend.

My first impression of Valur is that he must be Swedish, but he
’s Icelandic. He’s got friendly, good-natured, exceedingly blue eyes that crinkle in the outer corner when he smiles. To go with it is chin length blonde hair and bronzed skin that help his eyes really pop. He’s definitely a handsome guy. He’s wearing a navy blue ball cap, body-hugging basic white shirt, and a dark blue pair of carpenter pants.

It
’s also very obvious that he works out. I soon learn that even though he’s into football (the European version) and skateboarding, he is a plumber for a living. His father, brother, and he own a company together. He seems to be doing really well, if looking around his awesome apartment says anything. He definitely doesn’t fit into the stereotypical image of what a plumber looks like in my mind.

They have set me up in the spare bedroom upstairs. Valur explains to me that when he bought this apartment, it was only one floor
with a really high ceiling, and he built the loft and bedroom upstairs with his own hands. Of course, I’m thoroughly impressed. He sounds like a keeper.

I
’m a bit anxious looking into my room again since it’s probably close to 2am now and plenty of light is coming into the room through the skylight in the very center of the ceiling. Hopefully, all my training from working late night shifts for over a year will come in handy right about now. After brushing my teeth, I get ready for bed.

“Hey
, you guys. Thanks so much for letting me come here and stay with you. You have no idea how much it means to me to be able to get away from Tommy and just…well, just everything.” I give both of them big hugs, and Emilia gives me a knowing look as she heads into the bathroom. She knows all about Tommy.

“Night, Brooke,” Valur says from the living room couch. He seems like such a genuine, nice guy.

“Sleep well. I hope the sun won’t keep you awake.” Emilia gargles her words through a mouthful of toothpaste. With a little wave, I walk up the stairs and crawl into bed. It doesn’t take long until I’m asleep.

******

I wake up to gorgeous sunshine on my face and Emilia calling my name. It takes me a moment to realize she’s still talking. I try hard to zone in on what she’s saying.

“I want you to come to work with me today and see what
’s what. Then, maybe you can take a walk downtown or something. We can make you lunch and everything.” I can hear her voice echoing up from the bottom of the stairs.

“Sounds good to me. How much time do we have until we need to leave?”

“Fifteen minutes...I’m running behind and I thought you needed the sleep.” Her voice gets quieter as she wanders around the apartment getting ready. I scramble out of bed and quickly put on a pair of jeans, a deep V-neck white shirt, and a zippered hoodie.

I head down the stairs and into the bathroom to brush my teeth and my hair, feeling a bit like a zombie. I don
’t do quick wakeups very well. They give me a boost of adrenaline and make me jittery and nauseous.
Weird, right
?

After quickly pulling my dark brown hair back into a ponytail and applying some mascara and eyeliner around my blue eyes, I meet Emilia by the front door. We slip our shoes on and head out to the car. After what could have been 15 minutes or so of driving (I was too busy oohing and ahhing at the scenery), we park on a small side street somewhere in downtown Reykjavík.

I haven’t been to this part of the city yet, and it’s really neat. The street we are on is lined with tall white buildings almost the whole way, and it looks like flats that people live in. One home is on each level of the three story buildings. On a wall nearest us, there is really artsy graffiti of an imaginary creature in all the colors of the rainbow. It’s beautiful.

Emilia guides me down a few blocks until we are on a main street with lots of shops and cafés. Following her into the door of one restaurant, she waves to Sóley who is already behind the counter. “This is where Lára, Sóley
, and I work. It’s pretty great. Our schedules are almost always together, and since I’m the shift manager, I can keep it that way. We’re a good team, so it’s in the business’s best interest.” Emilia laughs and winks at me.

Sóley comes out from behind the counter as Emilia walks behind her to grab her black apron. It
’s a really quaint little restaurant with neat artwork on the wall and a very cozy feel.