26. Izzy
26
IZZY
Another day on the boat, another day lusting after a sweaty, half-dressed Derrick.
I could get used to this life.
“It could be my imagination,” he says, his back to me and one hand steady on the wheel, “but I have a feeling I’m being objectified right now.”
I take a sip of lemonade and lift my sunglasses up a few inches. “Thoroughly.”
He looks over his shoulder at me with a smile, and even though his eyes are hidden behind his own sunglasses, I just know they’re crinkled at the corners.
Eventually, he finds a place to stop and lowers the anchor. As we bob on the waves, my stomach lurches. The waters are quite a bit rougher than normal today.
Once he’s got everything situated the way he wants, he pulls a beer from the cooler and uncaps it. With a smirk, he tosses the bottle cap to me.
I catch it, and after a quick glance at it, I frown up at him. “What’s this for?”
“I don’t know.” He takes a long swallow. “Maybe it can be a good luck charm.”
Heart thumping a little at the idea, I tuck it into a pocket in my tote bag for safekeeping.
When I look back up, Derrick’s watching me like I’m a snack, and he’s ravenous.
For the last week, we’ve spent our evenings watching Gilmore Girls like usual. Then we retire to his bed, where we never go further than cuddling.
It’s killing me.
So today, I donned my most scandalous bikini in hopes of breaking him. The red color complements the tan I’ve slowly acquired from long days outside and on the boat. The top pushes my breasts together, making them look fuller and firmer than they actually are. It’s basically a boob job in the form of a slinky piece of fabric. The bottoms are extra cheeky. So cheeky, in fact, that I’ve been too shy to wear them until now.
But today, I pulled them on without hesitation. That’s how desperate I am to get him to touch me again.
I pull the tube of sunscreen out of my bag and hold it out to Derrick. “Do you mind putting some of this on my back? I had a hard time with it today.”
Eyes narrowed, he scrutinizes the tube before he plucks it from my hand. Setting his beer bottle down, he pops the plastic cap open and squirts a quarter-size amount into his palm.
I give him my back, pulling my hair over my shoulder .
The sunscreen is cool against my heated skin, sending a shiver through me as he works it in.
“I know what you’re doing,” he says, his warm breath caressing me, one hand slipping beneath the strap of my top.
I peek over my shoulder and shoot him a smirk. “Is it working?”
“What do you think?”
Anxious to know, I press back until my ass connects with his quickly growing erection, pulling a needy grunt from him.
“I’ve always wanted to have sex on a boat,” I confess.
It’s actually not something I ever thought about. Not until I discovered that he had a boat. Then it became consuming. The idea of being out in the open, the thrill of potentially being caught.
“Izzy.” He digs his fingers into my hips and holds me steady while he backs up half a step.
I can’t help but wiggle, desperate to be close again.
“Please,” I all but beg, chin tucked over one shoulder and eyes fixed on his. “I appreciate what you’re doing, but my fingers are getting tired, and my vibrator is going to kick the bucket if I keep using it the way I have been.”
His irises darken as he zeroes in on my lips. “You’ve been touching yourself while thinking about me?”
“Derrick,” I practically whimper. “You’re all I think about.”
That simple confession finally undoes him.
Grasping my chin, he yanks me back for a kiss. His left-hand splays across my stomach, pulling my back flush against his front, and oh yeah, he’s fully hard now.
At least I’m not the only one who’s been desperate for this.
“You like using these to tease me, don’t you?” He plays with the string of my bikini tied beneath my breasts.
“Yes.” I look around, searching for any sign of life nearby and finding none. Except on the Fourth of July, the lake has been practically empty. “I picked this one out just for you.”
“For me, huh?” He presses a kiss to the top of my shoulder.
My core tenses at the connection. “I put it on so you could take it off me.”
His dark chuckle sends a shiver coursing through me. “Fuck, Izzy.” He gently bites my earlobe. “I’m trying to be good here. Take my time. I want to do things right with you.”
“It’s a little late for that.”
“I guess you’re right.”
“It was so good with us?—”
He slips his fingers just under the front of my bottoms, making my breath hitch. He stops right there, just a centimeter beneath the fabric, but it’s enough to have liquid pooling in my core.
“Can you blame me for wanting you again?” I breathe out. “For thinking about how good your cock feels? Every time I’m in the shower, I think about how you knelt down on the floor and ate my pussy.”
“My dirty girl.” He lowers his fingers another fraction, taunting me with the promise of his touch. “I should’ve known slow wouldn’t work for you.”
“No.” I tilt my head to the side, and when he sucks carefully on the skin of my exposed neck, I moan involuntarily. There will probably be a hickey there tomorrow, but I can’t bring myself to care. “I think I’ve wanted you since the first time I saw you. I was a fool to set my sister up with you. You’re the sexiest man I’ve ever seen. That first day, if you’d told me to drop to my knees, I think I would have said yes, sir .”
“ Izzy .”
“You have no idea how hot you are.” I reach behind me, my fingers digging into his bare thigh. “You were oblivious to how much I wanted you.”
He presses a gentle kiss beneath my ear. “Only because I never would’ve thought someone as beautiful and as young as you would want a grumpy bastard like me.”
“You’re not grumpy,” I protest. “You’re lonely.” I turn my head, forcing him to meet my gaze. “You’re not going to be lonely anymore. Not if I have anything to say about it.”
Heat flashes in his eyes, then his mouth is on mine, devouring me.
How has no one snatched this man up? He’s so real and genuine. All he wants is to be cared for?
Hands on my hips again, he turns me, then drops onto the bench and pulls me in so I’m straddling his lap.
I could spend every day of my life with this man and it still wouldn’t be enough.
Breaking our kiss with a pop, he tugs on the strings on the left side of my bottoms. “You have no idea how much I hate and love these things.”
I give him a devious smile. “Believe me. I know.”
With a shake of his head, he stands. Before I can protest, he tugs the strings at my right hip and pulls the bottoms away from my skin.
“Eyes on me, pretty girl,” he says as he sets the scrap of fabric on the bench beside me. “Watch me eat this perfect pussy.” Kneeling at my feet, he spreads my thighs open wide. “Look at you.” He rubs his fingers over my folds. “So pink and wet. Begging for me.”
Core clenching, I try to squeeze my thighs together. I’m desperate for friction. “Stop teasing me.”
He laughs, the sound a vibration against my core, and when his tongue finds my clit, I drop my head back, unable to hold it up as tingles race up my spine. He licks and sucks, driving me to the edge and then pulling back. The boat bobs on the water, but somehow he stays steady.
When his mouth leaves my pussy, I whimper at the loss. The sound is cut off, though, when he gently sinks his teeth into the inside of my thigh, eyes on mine.
What does he see when he looks at me? Is he as far gone as I am? Does he want me as badly as I want him?
“Turn around. Arms on the edge of the boat, knees on the bench.”
My heart jumps in my chest. “I?—”
“Do it.”
I don’t have to be told twice. As much as I love the sight of Derrick between my thighs, this is somehow even better. There’s a single vessel in the distance, but it’s far enough away that they’re not a worry.
With one forearm braced against the fiberglass edge of the boat, I slip my free hand down and brush my fingers over my clit.
Almost immediately his mouth is gone, and I’m hit with nothing but warm late-summer air.
“Did I tell you that you could touch yourself?”
“No, but?—”
He smacks my bare ass, startling me. “Then what made you think you could?”
“Fuck,” I groan, dropping my head forward. “This side of you is so hot.”
“You like it when I boss you around?” he asks, caressing the heated flesh he just marked with his palm.
“Only in bed,” I quip, looking back at him.
Heat floods me at the sight. He’s in my favorite position—on his knees .
“Or,” I breathe out, “boat, I suppose.”
He grasps my butt cheeks and spreads them, then rubs his thumb against that forbidden place.
Licking his lips, he homes in on my face. “I bet you’d even let me fuck this pretty ass if I wanted.”
“I-I would.” The words are shaky, not because I’m scared, but because I want anything and everything with him. “I’ve never done it before.”
“Me either, and we’re not doing it today, so don’t get any ideas.”
“But one day?” I find myself asking, wiggling my hips, once again searching for friction.
“Yeah, baby. One day. If you want to.”
I open my mouth to respond, but before I can, he licks and sucks at my already sensitive flesh, pulling nothing but a desperate cry from me.
Without my permission, my hips roll against his face, and he groans in appreciation. I want to turn around and watch him more than anything, but I do as I was told and keep myself braced against the edge of the boat.
The watercraft I spotted when we started has crept closer and it’s still on the move.
“Derrick”—his name is a strangled breath—“boat. There’s a boat coming.”
He pauses long enough to say, “Then you better come fast.” Then he slides two fingers inside me and sucks on my clit.
At the pleasure that jolts through me, I nearly collapse on the bench. My heart races from both the pleasure and the anticipation of the approaching vessel.
As they get closer, so do I. When they’re close enough that I can make out the man at the helm, Derrick tightens his hold on my butt cheeks, keeping me from diving down and hiding. Thank god he didn’t remove my top.
The boater lifts his hand and waves as he slowly cruises by. “Nice day, isn’t it?”
“Great. Just fantastic.” I wave back, barely holding myself up, my breaths coming quick. It takes all my strength to keep my features under control. My orgasm is right there , and as exciting as the prospect is of getting caught, I don’t actually want this stranger to see me come.
When he’s past us, Derrick ramps up his efforts, his tongue working expertly against my pussy. Within seconds, my legs shake. There’s no way I can hold out much longer.
The orgasm that crashes through me is so intense, my vision goes black as I cry out. He keeps one arm wrapped around my torso, serving as an anchor. When I come to, he’s pressing kisses all over my shoulders and neck.
Cupping my cheek, he waits for my eyes to meet his. “You good?”
I nod, my body feeling like Jell-O.
The smile that tips his lips is dangerous and dark. “Good.”
He stands and moves around for a minute, but I’m still too out of it to focus on what he’s doing. Finally, he pulls me off the bench and onto the floor of the boat, where I discover he’s spread out a blanket.
His warm body hovers over mine, his hands exploring every inch of me before he undoes the ties on my bikini top. His movements are careful, reverent, until he yanks the fabric away roughly and tosses it behind him.
A loud laugh escapes me. “That better not have gone overboard.”
Rather than respond, he dips his head to take one stiff nipple into his mouth .
My body bows off the floor, practically pressing itself to his, like if I could sink inside him and live there forever, I would.
“You make me crazy,” he whispers against my skin, kissing his way between my breasts. “I’ve never felt like this before.”
I drink his words in and greedily store them away in my heart like a squirrel hoarding nuts for the winter. This man lived a whole life before he met me. I understand and respect that. I’d never want to change it. Even so, I’m selfishly elated at the knowledge that what we have is special for him, too.
“You’re so beautiful.” He rears back and steadies himself on his knees. With his thumbs under his waistband, he shoves his trunks down and frees his cock. Once he’s kicked the material off, he wraps a hand around his base and gives it a firm stroke, then another. Then he guides his tip to my entrance and pushes inside just an inch, his eyes closing. “Fuck, you feel so good, Izzy. You have no idea. This pussy was made for me.”
I whimper at the sensation, and when he pushes into me completely, I relish the way my back arches, the shiver that rolls up my spine.
God, it feels so good.
He stays there for a moment, not moving, probably processing how perfect it feels, just like I am.
Then he rolls his hips. He starts slow, using gentle, careful strokes.
It’s incredible.
But I need more.
“Harder,” I beg, clutching his biceps. “Fuck me like you mean it.”
His fingers flex on my hips. “You want it rough, baby?”
“Yes. We can do slow later. ”
He chuckles at that, the sound rough, grating. “Who am I to deny my girl what she wants?”
Clasping my hands, he yanks them above my head and holds them there, against the rough outdoor carpet of the boat, and fucks me hard and fast, just the way I want. In moments, my second orgasm plows through me, rendering me speechless. If I thought I was boneless before, it has nothing on this sensation.
“Fuck, your pussy is squeezing my cock so tight. You’re going to make me come.”
“Do it,” I beg, pressing my head back against the floor beneath me, lifting my hips, desperate to make him feel as incredible as I do.
I’ve been dying to see him fall apart again since our one and only sex marathon. Nothing compares to the beauty of seeing Derrick come, of knowing that I can bring him that much pleasure.
“Come inside me again,” I plead, chest heaving. “Please.”
His eyes go impossibly dark at my request, then he picks up the pace, his hips pumping faster. He lets go of my hands, then grasps my thighs and pushes my legs up. I whimper, not from pain, but from the wave of ecstasy that overtakes me. Nothing and no one compares to Derrick. Of that, I’m certain.
“Fuck. Izzy!” He shouts my name as he comes, burying his face in my neck and slapping his palms against the blanket on either side of my shoulders. His body is heavy, but I welcome the pressure of it, our skin slick with sweat, our breaths coming fast and loud. His strokes slow along with our breathing and soon stop altogether, but he doesn’t pull out of me right away.
Still seated inside me, he finds my lips and kisses me deeply. I practically melt into the kiss .
Brushing my sweaty hair off my forehead, he meets my gaze and holds me prisoner there.
I feel it then. The shift.
It’s seismic.
And from the way his eyes widen, I think he feels it, too.
I’ve fallen.
Fully.
Completely.
Only for this man.
I love Derrick Crawford. More than that, I’m in love with him. And I think he loves me, too. Though neither of us gives voice to those scary words.
It’s too soon , my conscience whispers. Wait .
For now, I will, but I can’t wait forever. This man deserves to know how deeply my feelings for him run.
Derrick rises up, and still—impressively—half hard, he tucks himself back into his swim trunks.
I brace my elbows on the floor on either side of me, readying myself to sit up, but he presses a hand to my stomach. “Wait.”
“Why?” I cover my breasts with my hands, suddenly feeling shy out in the open and under the clear blue sky.
He plucks my hands away easily, holding them captive in his. “Let me see you.”
When I nod, giving him permission to look his fill, he releases my hands and looms over me.
Heart still thumping, I lie on my back, completely naked and spread out for him, and let him drink me in.
After several breaths, he grasps my thighs and pushes them apart. A flush spreads up my body, the heat of it nearly consuming me, as he stares unabashedly at my center .
His seed leaks from me, warm and thick, but then his fingers are there like last time, pushing it back in.
“Fuck,” he growls, low and rough. “I love knowing you’re mine.”
“Possessive much?” I quip, though the words fall flat when they come out breathy.
A low chuckle rumbles in his chest. “Only of you. Stay here.”
He hauls himself to his feet and plucks my top from the floor of the boat halfway toward the front and my bottoms from the bench.
“I was going to put these back on you,” he confesses, holding each piece by its strings. “But I think you have to be a rocket scientist to figure this out.”
Easing up to sitting, I take them from him with shaky hands. Damn, my muscles are weak from the workout he put me through.
It takes me a few minutes to get the scraps of fabric back on, my fingers not thoroughly working yet. I don’t think I’ve ever been so thoroughly fucked in my entire life.
“You know”—I pull my hair back into a ponytail to get the long strands off my neck—“from now on, every time we’re on this boat, that’s all I’m going to be thinking about.”
He snags a water bottle out of the cooler and takes a long sip. Then he passes it to me. A satisfied smirk graces his lips. I love the confidence oozing from him.
“Is that so?”
“Mhm.” I take a small sip, and when the cool liquid hits my throat, I guzzle the rest of the bottle. “It already has me thinking about other stuff we could do.”
He plucks another water from the cooler. “Care to share your ideas? ”
“For starters”—I tap my lips, like I’m working it out, even though the thought is on the tip of my tongue—“I want to blow you while you’re driving the boat.”
He bangs his knee into the cooler with a curse. “Jesus Christ, Izzy.”
“You don’t like the idea?” I tease, fighting the urge to laugh.
Hands on his hips, he looks up to the sky, probably praying to the heavens and asking for guidance when it comes to me.
Even though I’m exhausted and thoroughly fucked, just looking at him gets me hot and bothered. Lean and muscular, thick thighs, a light smattering of hair on his chest. Even the hints of gray in his hair and scruff turn me on.
Derrick Crawford is lethal , and he doesn’t even know it.
“This boat is going to be desecrated when we’re done with it, isn’t it?”
“Oh, yeah.” I nod vigorously. “You’ll never be able to sell this thing.”
He shakes his head, his eyes twinkling with delight. “I have no plans to. Do you want to stay out longer or head home?”
Home .
My chest expands at the single word.
I stretch my sore arms and let out a long exhale. “Let’s go home.”
With a nod, he gets to work pulling the anchor up. As much as I want to get down on my knees and take him in my mouth on the ride back to the dock, I don’t. I’ll have to keep him waiting and wondering for that one.