Chapter Nine
They’d been
at sea for ten days. Stopping at random ports, some tourist retreats, some
nearly deserted. As long as they were within site of a populated area, Jess
didn’t worry. She studied the island map spread out before her with a scowl. A
long stretch of tiny, mostly unpopulated islands stretched ahead of them. They were
still pretty close to New Bight, but if they didn’t sail on, they’d end up
sitting ducks.
“Come with
me.”
Jess looked
up from the map. Sean stood in the sun, his hair lit with white fire, eyes
hidden behind dark brown shades, his smile almost as bright as the streaks in
his hair. She refused to look lower. Her heart jumped. “I’m busy.”
He extended a
hand. “Mom’s lying down, too much sun yesterday. It’s quiet. We’re within
spitting distance of the shore. No one would dare attack. Let’s check out the
beach.”
She longed to
spend the day with him after avoiding him for more than a week. For eight days
she’d made sure Dale or a crew member was at her side whenever Sean was around.
It had been torture, worsened by her thoughts of the incident with Kurt. How
did a person explain prolonged stupidity? She’d tried to shrug it off but
everything reminded her of Sean’s and Melanie’s faces when she’d explained why
she had stayed with Kurt so long and how it took him hurting her daughter
before she had to courage to leave. “I can’t.”
He lifted her
chair and turned her away from the table before he dropped to his haunches in
front of her. Large palms warmed the naked skin of her legs while his fingers
kneaded tension from her thigh muscles. “Yes, you can.”
She started
to shake her head again, to block desire and the raw aching need that clawed
through her body every time he came so close. Please God, give me the
strength to turn him down. If I’m supposed to leave him alone, help me.
“Come on,
Jess.” His hands edged higher, thumbs brushing the inside of her thighs,
creeping beneath the hem of her shorts. “What could be wrong with two consenting
adults spending the day on a secluded beach?” He grinned, blatantly sliding his
palms up her legs, no longer feigning innocence. Long fingers traced the
elastic edge of her panties.
She fought to
hold still when she yearned to shift forward, to spread her legs wider and
invite his erotic caress.
“I haven’t
talked to or touched you in days. I miss you and I want you, but if you’d
prefer to lie on the sand and tan your tight, sexy body, I’ll do nothing more
than rub lotion into your fair skin. Just us. No tan lines. No guilt.”
A sigh
escaped her lips, unbidden, unwanted, uncontrollable. “Sean…”
Firm lips
brushed over hers then trailed along her jaw to her ear. Warm breath sent
shivers down her spine, arching her back and curling her toes. “I know it’s
tough, sweetheart, but let go for a day. A few hours. A moment. Whatever you’re
willing to give, I’ll take.”
Lust
overruled inhibition. She had to experience him again. Feel, taste, absorb his
skin, his caress, his heat. “Yes.”
Sean eased
away. “Yes? Really?”
His silly expression
made her laugh. She caught his face in her hands and pulled him close. Her
mouth covered his smile, and she melted as his talented lips and tongue offered
promises she couldn’t wait to accept. When he broke the connection, she grinned
at the man who tossed her mind and body around like a rubber ball, but never
let her hit the ground. “I want you, Sean…for hours.”
A soft groan
rumbled in his chest before he rose to his feet and offered his hand. “Go find
a swimsuit while I line up your chariot.” As she slipped past him, his palm
connected with her butt, sharp and quick, shooting unfettered desire to her
pussy. “Hurry.”
A school girl
giggle bubbled in her chest as she ran to her room. She ripped her gun belt and
knife sheath from her hips and they bounced on the bed. Kicking off her tennis
shoes and socks, she stripped off her T-shirt and Bermuda shorts in record time.
The top drawer held her conservative black and white swimsuit. Beside it lay
Mel’s red string bikini. Jess reached for the one piece then stopped. Sean
would go crazy for the red, but could she be brave enough to wear it? She
lifted the tiny scraps of material from the drawer and laid them on the dresser.
It couldn’t hurt to try it on, could it? She stripped off her underclothes and
picked up the bottom. It would cover the majority of her ass. If she were
lucky.
With a deep
breath she tied the side strings and adjusted the fabric to conceal her crotch.
Thank heaven she’d shaved and trimmed the night before. The top covered more
than the bottom but that wasn’t saying much. Even stretching the triangles
smooth along the lower string didn’t create a big enough cup to cover the sides
of her barely B boobs. No wonder her voluptuous daughter had decided it didn’t
fit.
She looked
naked but hot. The color stood out stark against her lightly tanned skin, and
the expanse between skimpy top and low slung bottom emphasized her sculpted abs
and toned arms. She wasn’t bold enough to stroll around the boat without more
on her lower half, but the thought of Sean’s reaction wouldn’t allow her to
back down. She found a pair of soft black shorts and pulled them over the less
than modest bikini bottom. She folded down the waistband so it lay low against
her stomach.
Out of habit
she reached for her gun, but it seemed wrong to wear it on a carefree day, one
that held more promise than any she’d experienced in a very long time. She didn’t
need the visual reminder that Sean was supposed to be a job. For once she
wanted to feel like a desirable woman, with him for no other reason than
because he turned her on. She tossed her weapons into a waterproof knapsack and
hurried to find Sean and his sexy smile.
****
His hands
shook as he unlatched the tethers holding the Jet Ski in place and eased it
into the water. She said yes. The word played in an endless loop in his brain
and throbbed through his cock. The sleek water craft bobbed beside him as he
pushed it to the back of the boat and tied it to the ladder. She’d been gone
too long. Ten minutes at least. Had she changed her mind? Would she back out
and leave him hungry?
“Ready?”
Pure sex
flowed in that one word. She stood on the deck beside the ladder. A skimpy red
bikini top, no more than a couple meager triangles and some string, covered her
breasts. A miniscule pair of black shorts hugged her hips but hid next to
nothing of her tight body. Her hair hung over her shoulder in a fat, smooth
braid, a gorgeous accessory to wrap around his wrist, tying her to him while he
buried himself in her tight body. The cool water neared boiling as his dick
swelled. “Ready for you? Always.” Her laugh broke through his urgency. The day
was for fun. No rush, no push, only simple pleasure. “Get down here. My hours
are slipping away.”
“I’m driving.”
“Sounds
perfect.”
She handed
him her bag to stow under the seat before she mounted the little craft and
tossed a grin over her shoulder. “Coming?”
He pulled
himself up behind her then released the rope tethering the toy to the yacht. He
closed his hands around her slender waist and shifted forward to press his
erection into the small of her back. “All set. Let’s ride.”
A shiver ran
through her moments before she twisted the accelerator. They shot away from the
boat, nearly unseating him. He wrapped his arms around her, pressing close and
using the need to stay on as an excuse to squeeze his legs against hers and
explore the bare skin from the waistband of her shorts to the bottom of her top.
She spun the Jet
Ski in a tight circle but he did not budge beyond sliding one hand upward to
fondle her breast. He caught the edge of one triangle and tugged it aside. When
her soft tit popped free, she gasped. He found the tail of her braid and
stroked it across the tip of her breast, teasing with feathery strokes. Her
nipple puckered, begging for a more intimate touch. He nibbled at the tender
skin on her throat. She spun them in the opposite direction. He dropped her
hair and flicked his thumb over her distended nipple then pinched it gently.
She squirmed,
wiggling her lovely ass against his cock.
He pressed
even closer to whisper in her ear. “Faster, sweetheart. Make us fly.”
“You’re doing
fine on your own back there.”
“Yeah? You
like that?” He chuckled and slid his hand lower, boldly pushing past her flimsy
clothing. Her shorts stretched over his hand with ease. He delved into hidden
territory. His hand breached the tight bikini string allowing his fingers to stroke
through her patch of curls. He tugged at the moist ones near the juncture of
her thighs then dipped lower.
Her outer
lips quivered, welcoming him. He burrowed a single finger deep into her wet
cunt and groaned. Her hot slit closed around the invasion without resistance. He
wanted more. Primitive need flooded his brain in red hot waves. “Jess, I’m on
fire. If you don’t hit the beach soon, I’m going to take you right here.”
She lost
control of the throttle and the watercraft ground to a halt. She wriggled
against him, taking his finger to the last knuckle, bumping her clit against
his palm.
Waves tossed
them precariously, but he could only focus on the way Jess responded to his
touch and the fact that she had stopped instead of heading toward shore. He
turned her in his arms, shifting her legs on either side of his hips, her
thighs over his. She lay back on the gas tank, grasped the handlebars, and
closed her eyes. Her lips parted, her breath escaped in small gasps. He tugged
the other side of her top from her breast. Naked from the waist up, her pale
skin shone in the sun. He cupped her tits, stroking them taut for their mutual
pleasure. Her sigh shot pure lust to his cock. “You’re sure?”
Her eyes
fluttered open then closed with a subtle nod.
He continued
to tease her breast with one hand as he eased the other down her body. He
wanted to pound into her until she could do nothing beyond cry for him to do it
again. He also needed to pleasure her, to build toward gratification in slow
increments, torment a desperate plea for release from her lips. He shifted
closer and the unsteady watercraft tilted toward the waves. Dumping them was
not on the list. True possession would have to wait, but that didn’t mean he
couldn’t enjoy the moment.
Sliding back
far enough that she could pull her legs free, he tugged her shorts off her
lovely curved ass. With a grin he handed them to her before untying the bikini strings
and exposing her slick cunt. He bit back a grunt of satisfaction. There had to
be a way. Several scenarios flashed through his mind, but one rose to the
forefront. The idea could prove dangerous, but if it worked…
He spread her
pussy lips with his thumbs, stroking and teasing the already wet flesh. He eased
a finger inside her, seeking the touch that made her writhe. He added a second
then a third, and she arched off the seat with a gasp. They teetered dangerously.
It had to
work. Every muscle tensed, poised to take what belonged to him whether she was
ready to admit that yet or not. “Come here, sweetheart.”
He pulled her
upright, her breasts rubbing his chest. He steadied her with one hand and freed
his cock with the other. Her arms wrapped tight around his neck and she sat
high on his thighs, lifting until he could slide his dick inside her hot
channel with ease. Her trembling pussy pulsed around him, weakening his
willpower. Still the luscious, skin to skin warmth of her body registered. “Fuck,
Jess, I don’t have a condom. They’re under the seat.” He caught her hips in a
half-hearted attempt to withdraw.
Her head
dropped forward and a whimper escaped as she writhed on his cock. “Don’t. You
feel so good.”
The stupid line
he’d sworn never to tell a woman left his mouth without compulsion. “I’ll pull
out. I promise. I won’t come inside you.”
A soft moan drifted
over him before she shook her head no. Her sleek thighs clenched as she
separated their bodies. “I can’t. I’m clean, but it’s been too long since I
needed birth control. I won’t risk it. I’m sorry.”
More than a
fling.
The easy truth demanded he respect her and played over and again in his mind as
he righted his shorts and tugged her back down on his lap. She wrapped her legs
around his hips, and he groaned as her heat flowed through his thin swim
trunks. He scooted forward and restarted the watercraft. “Hang on, sweetheart.
We’ll be to shore in a minute.” The engine purred to life with the touch of a
button. One arm tight around her waist, the other on the throttle, he gunned
the Jet Ski across the waves.
****
Jess held on
to Sean as he bounced them over the water. The moment smelled of his spicy cologne,
the sea, and sunshine. He felt like molten lust. His arm kept them pressed
together but allowed his cock to slide up and down against her body as they skipped
over the rolling waves. Sometimes nudging gently. Other times slamming against
her as they landed hard.
The silky
sensation of his swim shorts against her greedy body drove her toward oblivion
faster than she wanted. She needed to capture each second with him and lock it
forever in her mind. Unhurried not wild and impulsive. She tried to twist to
participate more in the action, to slow things down, but he wouldn’t allow it.
His desperate
laugh rolled over her. “Hold still. We’ll end up in the drink.”
She wiggled
anyway.
Sean spun toward
shore in a crazy arc then straightened out.
She bit down
on her lip as she jerked for freedom. She had to have some say, a glimmer of
control if she hoped to survive. Her nails dug into his back. Pressure driven
pleasure swelled. Too soon. Too hot and too fast. “Slower. Please, I need…” Her
voice failed.
“Almost there.
Hang on, Jess.”
The watercraft
scraped bottom as he ran it up on the beach. He stood and dropped her back onto
the sand then landed on his knees between her legs, his arms on either side of
her ribs. The changed position severed their connection, and she cried out at
the loss. The ocean washed up to tickle her ass in gentle licks. She arched beneath
him, desperate to absorb all of him. “Get a damned condom. I need you inside me.”
He shook his
head no. “You’re too close.” Desire darkened his sexy eyes. He leaned over her,
his breath a hot caress against her neck. “When I finally fuck you, when my
cock is deep inside your sweet cunt, you won’t be on the verge of losing it. I
want you to feel every solid inch of me when I make you mine.”
The sexy
pledge drove her climax closer. Pure fire raced through her as she lifted her
hips and sought contact with his body. She needed to come, to feel the freedom
of release in his strong arms. “Sean, please.”
He kissed his
way slowly down her body, pausing to nibble or lick at areas that made her
squirm until he reached the apex of her thighs.
Her eyes flew
open wide the moment she understood his intent.
His sexy grin
urged her to relax “I want to taste you as you come.” His lips whispered over her
inner thighs, teasing his way lower. His tongue slipped into her slit in a slow
swipe, licking and exploring, before he slid two fingers between her folds and
sucked her clit into his mouth.
A desperate scream
gathered in her throat and lungs, in her heart and mind, until there existed
nothing beyond the sand, and water, and Sean’s talented hand and tongue. Her
muscles tensed, begging for release.
He blew gently
across her trembling labia then nipped at her swollen flesh.
The tiny bite
flipped her over the edge. His name left her lips in a primitive cry as she
shuddered and trembled against his lips and tantalizing bliss rushed from her
pussy to her chest and upward. The sky and sea disappeared. Ecstasy swept
what-ifs and maybes into the waves. Blinding pleasure lifted her then dropped
her to the beach in a boneless, satisfied mass. Through it all, his strength
anchored her to the earth, keeping her from shattering into a thousand pieces.