Chapter Five
“Shh, I’ve
got you, Jess.”
She couldn’t
focus on anything beyond the way Sean touched her. Heat intensified. It rushed
through her body and burst into flame between her legs. She tightened her arms
around his neck and buried her face in his shoulder. His warm sexiness swamped her
senses. Every reason to avoid his embrace screamed in her brain but made no
sense as he shifted her higher so he could open his cabin door.
She sucked at
the salty skin of his neck savoring the firm flesh. A rumbling groan echoed
from low in his chest. Then she was no longer airborne. Her back met the
softness of his coverlet as he laid her down and followed her to the bed. His
mouth found hers. His tongue traced her lips, teasing, before it swept inside
her mouth in a languid caress.
He pulled the
tie from her ponytail and buried his long fingers in her hair. His other hand
found her breasts again working back and forth between the one he’d tormented
earlier and the one he’d left wanting.
She could
barely inhale, only absorb his touch. His lips left hers to nibble across her
jaw and down her throat. Shivers raced ahead of his mouth.
He lifted her
T-shirt over her head and tossed it to the floor before releasing her bra. Did
he pull her up or had she sat up on her own? Did it matter? He hooked a finger
in each strap and pulled them slowly down her arms. The cups gaped away from
her breast then dropped. Goose bumps shimmed over her bare skin. She lifted her
arms one at a time until she sat naked from the waist up. Her nipples had never
looked so rosy or indecent. She crossed her arms over them, hiding her need
from his knowing eyes.
“Don’t do
that. Let me see.” Sean tugged her wrists down then pressed her back to the
mattress. His hot, nearly tangible, gaze traveled from her lips to the pulse
that throbbed obscenely in her neck to her begging tits. “Say you want me, Jess.”
“You
overwhelm me.”
He groaned. “Will
you hate me tomorrow if we finish what we’ve started?”
“No…Yes…I don’t
know.”
He dropped his
forehead to her breastbone. “All right, my repressed sweetheart, I’ll back
off.” His breath whispered across her sensitized skin as he spoke and sent
electrified shivers over her chest and down.
No! She wanted him,
couldn’t walk away without having tasted at least a bit of him. She tightened
her fingers in his hair and held him to her. They were both consenting adults. Why
shouldn’t they enjoy one another?
Because you’re
a lousy lay, Jess.
She shut out the ego deflating sound of her ex-husband’s criticism. Why should
she allow past fears to dictate the present? She wrapped both arms around Sean’s
broad shoulders and held him tight. “Don’t stop. Just leave me a shred of dignity
for tomorrow.”
His warm
chuckle vibrated beneath her palms as he lifted his head to meet her eyes. “Okay.
Rule number one. No skin on skin contact below the waist. Would that help?”
“We’re
wearing shorts.”
“Right. Except
for legs against legs.”
“Why?”
“Rules equal
control. Rule number two. You’re in charge.”
He sat up and
tugged his shirt over his head before he tossed it to the end of the bed. His
tanned skin emphasized the broadness of his shoulders and nearly hairless chest.
He stood long enough to kick off his deck shoes then sat against the headboard,
fingers locked behind his neck. “Come play, Jess. Enjoy the moment.”
She didn’t
quite know what to do. Her ex had always been a get to the main event kind of
guy, and her other lovers had been too few and too brief to have had much
impact. She rose on her knees to study him. Without his hands on her body,
heady need eased to a manageable level. Her brain still insisted she should not
want a man twelve years her junior, but she ignored it in favor of caressing
his solid chest. She kept one hand at her side as she traced the other across
his shoulders, over his chiseled pecs, and down the ripples of his hard
stomach.
One of them
moaned, but she couldn’t be certain who.
His dick
swelled the front of his khaki shorts, long and impressive beneath the thick fabric.
She ran a finger along his waistband, and his stomach muscles quivered beneath
the light touch.
He dropped
his hands to the bed and closed his eyes. “Can I touch you too?”
Agreeing
meant losing the meager control she’d recovered, but she craved his hands on
her body. Now that he’d promised to avoid true intimacy, she could handle it,
couldn’t she? “Whatever you want.”
She didn’t anticipate
him swinging her astride his lap. His lean hips spread her thighs wide. He
rocked her with strong hands until she settled. Hungry pussy to pulsing cock. The
layers of fabric did less than nothing to dissipate the searing heat flowing
from his body to hers.
A guttural
growl fed the fire as his fingers dug into her hips. “Give me your breast.”
“I thought I
was in charge.”
He groaned. “May
I taste your sweet tit, please?”
Could the man
get better?
His body shouted with passion fueling need even if his words lacked style. “How
could anyone resist such a well spoken request?”
His hands
moved up her sides, avoiding her sensitive breasts, to cup her face and pull
her in for a kiss. The position lifted her crotch from his. Aching tenderness
replaced searing need. He kissed her until she wanted to climb inside him. Shivers
of anticipation raised goose bumps when he eased her away from his mouth. “Restraint
or articulation. Don’t expect both when you’re half naked on my lap. I’m not
that talented.”
His low voice
had dropped to a hungry rumble. Who needed articulate when sexy as hell
smiled? With a sigh, she gave herself to desire. Her hands closed on the top
of the headboard for balance. She rose to her knees and brushed her nipple over
his lips. His tongue licked against it, once, twice, before he sucked the tip into
his mouth. His teeth closed gently, holding her still as he flicked the end of
his tongue back and forth across the nub. Electrified tremors shot between her
legs. She leaned into him with a groan. “Mmmhmm.”
He chuckled
and released her. “Now who’s articulate?”
She sank her
fingers into his hair and pulled his head forward, urging him to suck her other,
poor, neglected breast. “Shut up, brat.”
His lips
closed over her nipple again then opened to draw half her breast into the
liquid pleasure of his mouth. His hands kneaded the hot globes. She grabbed the
headboard with both hands while he worked his magic. She didn’t notice one of
his hands leave her chest until inquisitive fingers stroked between her legs,
pressing the material of her shorts and underwear into the quivering flesh,
separating her pleasure-swollen labia. Her gasp echoed his as his middle finger
followed her fabric covered slit to her clitoris then slid back, rubbing in
long smooth strokes. Her shorts grew damp with his caress.
He switched
hands and moved his attention to her other breast. He nipped sharply at the
nipple. Flickers of fire shot through her nerves to coil and intensify in her
quivering pussy.
Her body
screamed for skin on skin contact, for his fingers to sink inside her folds, to
explore deep and hard. She bucked her hips, thrusting against the material
separating her from his touch. “I want you inside me.”
He shook his
head no but did not stop his delicious torture.
“Damn it,
Sean.”
His hand and
mouth abandoned her breast. He tugged her hair, tipping her head to force eye
contact. “Not until you want me as much as I want you.”
“I want you.”
“I promised.”
“Screw that.”
Heat swept through her in an uncontrollable wave. “Fuck me.”
“No.” His
hands closed around her waist and shoved her flat on her back. Hips nestled
between her thighs, he rose above her, braced on his elbows, lips inches from
hers. “Wrap me in those lovely legs and hang on.”
She obeyed
without hesitation. Thighs pressed tight to his waist, palms flat against the
warm muscles of his back, eyes locked to his, she welcomed his heat.
Sean’s
talented mouth and tongue explored her lips as he began a leisurely rhythm. His
swollen cock worked the rough fabric of his shorts over the thin barrier of her
own clothing. Forward, back, slow and easy, building pressure and speed until
he pumped steadily against her engorged clit.
She closed
her eyes in exquisite delight. A scream built in the back of her throat. She
tilted her hips to solidify the contact between his dick and her pussy. Pressure
and pleasure fueled one another. Dark and light blurred behind her eyelids. She
trembled and met him stroke for unhurried, delicious stroke.
He shifted
slightly, balancing his weight on one side. His left hand palmed the swell of
her ass, kneading hard, lifting her against his thrusts. His lips broke contact
as he gasped for air. “Come, sweetheart. Lose control for me.”
“You, too.”
With a grunt
he drove his hips into the V of her thighs. “You first.”
Shudders
shook her. She tightened her thighs holding him tight as the world narrowed to
a tiny pinprick of light. “So close. Don’t stop.”
He ground his
cock against her, aggressive, masculine, and passionate. The room burst into
brilliant, white hot fireworks. Her mind left her skull, flying above the
moment, as she convulsed in his strong embrace.
****
Her orgasm
flowed through her beautifully, head thrown back, a soft endless moan on her
lips while she jerked and thrashed beneath him. He fought down his own climax to
experience hers. “That’s it, sweetheart. I’ve got you.”
She murmured
incomprehensible things against his chest as he held her. Slowly her muscles
stopped seizing and her breathing slowed to near normal. He slid to his side to
study her. Tears shimmered on her lashes. Pain? Shame?
Her eyes
fluttered open.
He did not
see the regret he’d feared. “You okay?”
She nodded
and a smile tilted her reddened lips. “Maybe. Give me a minute.”
The band
around his heart eased with her obvious pleasure. “Whatever you need.” Sean
shifted to his back. He tugged her against his side, her head cradled on his
shoulder, one slender hand over his heart.
Her fingers
played across his chest, tracing tiny circles before trailing lower, following
the low band of his shorts, drifting closer to his still swollen dick. He
caught her hand in his, but she tugged away and continued. She outlined the
solid ridge under his zipper then dipped lower yet. He could not restrain the
growl of pleasure when her hand found his balls and cupped them.
She sat up as
she closed her hand over his erection and stroked up and down. Her hot gaze
almost burned him. She flipped the snap and eased his zipper down.
He grabbed
her hand again. “No skin on skin.”
“Wasn’t that
rule for me?”
“Yes.”
“Then I can
break it, right?”
Yes. “No.”
Her bottom
lip pushed out in mock pout before mischief sparkled in her beautiful eyes. She
spread the sides of his zipper wide leaving him covered only by his thin boxers.
She edged closer, bracing herself on one arm. Her hand tightened around his
cock.
Anticipation
shuddered through him. “Jess.”
Her naughty
grin promised nirvana. “Did you need something?”
“Nothing you’ll
regret?”
“Only that I
can’t taste you for real.”
Her lips
found her target, closed over the hard flesh covered in cotton, sucked and
nibbled and destroyed all hope of dignity. His dick thickened, pushing against
his waistband until half the head popped free. Would she realize it was no
longer technically below his waist? Would she do anything about it?
She continued
to explore his covered flesh but edged ever closer to bare skin. Blood throbbed
in his cock. He bit back the desire to take control, to nudge her head upward
until those warm, delicate lips closed over him. He fisted the pillows in his
hands and prayed he would not embarrass himself.
Her palm
moved up and down his shaft with firm strokes while she toyed with him, a scant
torturous inch from naked flesh.
Hot cum demanded
release but he held back, waiting hopefully for her lips to close over him. She
nipped harder than expected, and his hips jerked. His underwear slid lower. The
entire end of his cock, red hot and desperate for her tongue, lay against his
lower stomach. He reminded himself that grown men did not beg pretty, green-eyed
women to suck them off.
She blew a
warm, moist breath over his tormented dick. When she looked up to judge his
reaction, savage heat seared through his gut. She licked her lips.
His cock
jumped.
She smiled. “Did
you want something, Sean?”
He groaned. “Touch
it already.”
“Like this?”
A single finger followed the bottom of his circumcised head, tantalizing his
restraint, before it moved up to swipe a bit of pre-cum from the tip. Her
moistened finger disappeared in her mouth.
His groin
tightened painfully. “You’re killing me.”
“I’m sorry. Is
this better?” Her lips closed over the end of his dick and sucked, gently at
first then more aggressively. More of his length pushed beyond the limit of his
waistband. Her tongue lapped at the tip and her hand continued to slide over
his cock in a mind blowing caress.
His control
stumbled. He fought to hold back, to savor the intense, gratifying torture a
moment or two longer. “I can’t stop.” She didn’t move aside as he expected. He
couldn’t come in her mouth. She wouldn’t want that. Would she? His breathing
deteriorated to desperate gasps. “Jess, I’m serious.”
She increased
the speed of her stroke, snapping his last thread of willpower. His hand closed
over her curls, holding her in place as his hips arched off the bed and drove
his cock farther inside the wet cavern of her mouth. Shudders wracked his frame.
Release came with a primal grunt. Hot bursts of sperm surged through his dick.
She did not
pull away. Her tongue and throat worked as she swallowed his cum until she’d
sucked him dry. Her tongue licked him clean then she released him and settled
back on his shoulder with a sigh.
He lay on the
bed spent by the talented mouth of a gorgeous woman. So much for barriers.
He tucked her hair behind her ear, enjoying the brief moment before the
expected fallout. “You didn’t have to do that.”
“Never said I
did.”
“Then why?”
She didn’t answer. Uncertainty clawed at his gut. He rolled so she lay on the
bed beside him and he could see her expression. A rosy flush darkened her
cheeks and breasts making him want her all over again despite the heavy languor
of orgasm still pressing on him. She kept her eyes closed against him. “Talk to
me.”
Her blush
deepened but she looked up. “You’re a pain in the ass.”
“Answer me
anyway.”
“Because I
wanted to, okay? I’ve dreamed of tasting you since we met.” Her eyes closed
again. She shattered his conceptions of what a woman wanted or needed.
Laughter
swelled in him as he understood her predicament. “So that’s one of the things
you shouldn’t think about then?”
She groaned
and buried her face in the pillow. “Shut up.”
He chuckled. Everything
about her struck him as so damned endearing. He hadn’t expected incredibly sexy
as well. He nudged her shoulder, urging her to look at him. “So was it good for
you?”
She shook her
head. A muffled giggle escaped. She was still laughing as she rolled to her
back. “I can’t believe you asked that.”
Her emerald
eyes sparkled, and his heart squeezed tight against emotions rising too hot,
too soon. He grinned. “A man needs to know these things.”
“Does he now?”
“Yes.” He
couldn’t resist kissing the grin on her lips.
“What was
that for?”
“I’m glad you
came.”
Another laugh
shook her shoulders and a broad smile tilted her kissable lips. “Me, too.”
Little tease. He pounced
on her and tickled her ribs until she squealed and begged. He swung astride her
hips and caught her wrists in his palms, pushing her arms above her head. Her
lovely breasts lifted. He wanted her again—not slow and easy love making, or
oral, or anything else except her cunt wrapped around his cock as he fucked her
hard.
Shoving down
the animal in his head, he kissed her, catching a hint of his own flavor on her
lips before he eased back. “I’m glad you’re here, on the boat, in my room, in
my bed.”
“Me, too.” Her
grin faded. “But we can’t do this again.”
“What?” He
sat up straighter but kept her pinned. “Why the hell not?”
“I have a job
to do and being with you, like this, is too much of a distraction.”
“That’s not
fair.”
She smiled. “You
sound like a little boy again. I won’t have much leisure time after today
unless we’re in port.”
“Does my age still
bother you?”
“Of course it
does. You made me forget for a while, but that doesn’t change things. Besides, I
won’t have time to indulge personal fantasies no matter how perfect fulfilling
them was.”
He groaned. “I’m
not letting you go that easily. Especially not after a comment like that.”
She tugged
her wrist from his hand and pulled his head down for a too brief kiss. “You don’t
get a say in this one, Sean. I call the shots from here on out and you listen. Failing
to do so could get you killed.”
“I don’t
believe that.”
She twisted
her hips and flung him to his back with surprising ease. By the time he
realized she had tossed him off, she stood beside the bed and had pulled his
T-shirt over her head, hiding her delectable body. She flipped her hair out of
the collar like she had thrown him aside, quick and efficient. “It doesn’t matter
if you believe or not. I have a job to do. I intend to do it with or without
your cooperation.” She gathered her clothes and headed toward the door.
Sean leaped
off the bed to cut her off. “Come back and we’ll talk. I promise to behave.”
She shook her
head “no” with a sad smile. “Good night.”
He fastened
his pants as he shifted in front of her. “Please.”
“I’m going
back to my room.”
“Why go back
to your cramped quarters when you could stay here with me?”
She turned
and studied his cabin as if she had not seen it earlier. Her gaze swept over
the king bed, private bath, and small sitting area. Her room could fit in the lounge
space alone. “That’s where I belong. I forgot for a minute. That’s all.” She
slipped around him and hurried down the hall as if a pack of wolves nipped at
her heels.
He watched
until she reached the door to her room then he whistled loud and sharp. When
she turned back toward him, he blew her a kiss and grinned. “Sleep well in your
lonely little bed.”
Her laugh
drifted back as she flipped him off and disappeared into her room.
You can run
all you like, sweetheart, but you can’t escape.