34. Full Sail
Chapter 34
Full Sail
Easton
Z ane’s kissing her, and it turns me on until I think I want to explode. My fingers grip her stomach, pulling her against my erection. Her lush ass cradles me. But I need her leggings gone. I dip my hand into her waistband. Her skin is velvety richness, and I want to revel in every bit of it. I inch my hands upward. Her breasts are both free from her sports bra and Zane’s hands. They’re heavy in my palms, and when I press on her nipple, she arches her back into me, breaking her kiss with Zane. A flash lights the raft.
“Fuck me, you’re gorgeous.” Zane’s loud, and I want to smack him. Because we hashed this out. Extensively. For far too long. She’s not supposed to know we have a plan. So he needs to be quiet enough that reasonably Dante and Calvin can’t hear.
She laughs softly, like she doesn’t believe him. And fuck, I throw the plan out too. She rolls onto her back, and I need her pants off her more than I need my next breath. Discretion? That’s out the window too. Being quiet with a woman like Haley simply isn’t possible. She needs to understand how luscious and amazing she is.
“He’s right, Haley.” And damn, I’m already thinking about how we can get her to do this during the day. I want to see every look on her face, the flush on her skin, the way her head rocks from side to side when she thinks she can’t take any more pleasure.
The raft shakes when I move onto my knees. The bottom is inflated as much as the sides are, like a giant air mattress. There is a little foot pump that we use every day to top off the air. Every movement we make sends quakes through the floor.
Another flash. Haley tips her head up, her gaze on Dante, just as he gives his best fake mumbling breath. Or at least, I think it’s fake. When I had my concussion back in boarding school, I wanted to sleep 24/7, so he might really be asleep. But I don’t care.
Her laugh was one of disbelief when Zane told her she was gorgeous.
“He’s right, you know. You’re absolutely stunning.” I move between her legs and slide my forefinger and thumbs under her waistband. She lifts her hips, and I tug her leggings from her. I toss them away from Dante, away from the door with the water pooling next to it.
“You don’t know that. It’s dark.” She laughs again, but this one is followed by a gasp because I’ve sucked her nipple into my mouth and I’m rubbing her other one.
“It could be as dark as the bottom of the ocean, my love. Your beauty is embedded in my soul already,” Zane says. But he says it with that damn British accent, so it sounds even better. He kisses her again. I should have moved in when he was taking his shorts off. But I have a better idea.
“Your skin is so soft. Like a cloud.” I run my fingers up and down her leg to her mound. Slowly, I move her legs apart. My hands are on the lower part of her stomach, and the vibrations of her chest rising and falling speed up with each touch of my hands, each movement of Zane on her lips.
I kiss her smooth skin below her belly button and slide myself down until my lips land on her clit. I taste the ocean salt on her skin, and I want more. With flicks of my tongue on her, I pulse my fingers in and out of her in unison with my mouth.
She whimpers. “Oh, oh.”
I want her. I want to know how good she feels. I want to double her pleasure, triple it. To take away every fear and uncertainty for a while and make her explode with desire. I am obsessed with this girl. I don’t even care that I’m sharing her. At least not now, not here. She echoed what Calvin said: There’s only one rule. Stay alive.
Zane moves, straddling her around her waist. His ass blocks any view of what’s happening on the other side. But it’s too dark to see, anyway.
His thrusting vibrates the raft. She’s soaking, and I want to see the expression on her face, the flush on her cheeks. I’m relentless with the pace. I suck on her clit, and she explodes. Her moans are muffled, and when I move to her side, I can make out why. Zane has his cock nestled between her breasts. He’s holding her head up, and she’s sucking on the end of his cock. Fuck if it isn’t the most erotic thing I’ve ever seen. I move to behind her head, putting my knees by her ears, supporting her head with my legs. I figure Zane will slide down, but he leans back, cradling her breasts with both hands now. She sucks him in harder and deeper. The noise of it makes me want to come.
“Fuck,” Zane says. “So good, Haley.” And he pulls back, spilling over her chest.
I don’t know what I expect, but him flipping her onto her stomach when he moves off her isn’t it. Her hands are on my cock, and then her mouth hits me. Her lips are warm and wet. She shimmies up until her knees are under her chest.
With more lightning, I see Zane move behind her, letting her use him as a chair. “Lift your beautiful ass, Haley.”
She doesn’t move, and her lips plunge over my cock.
“Haley. Lift your ass now. I want to taste your pussy,” Zane says. If I’d said it, it would have come off crass. But with his British accent, it sounds like he’s inviting her over for tea.
She works my cock and licks the top, holding me in her tight hands. I can see hardly anything, only the top of her light blonde-brown hair.
“It’s too much.” Her breath is husky and shallow. She sucks me back into her mouth, and my thoughts go white.
“I’ll say when you’ve had enough pleasure. And this isn’t it. One orgasm isn’t enough, sweetie. You deserve far more, and we’re going to give it to you.” Zane laughs.
I let my hands travel from her neck down her sides, exploring, seeing with my hands. Her knees are tucked into her chest. Zane’s there on her ass. A flash and I catch Zane’s smirk. He raises his hand, and the light is gone. A soft smack and she moans around my cock. She didn’t expect the tap. But she didn’t mind it either.
I grab the sides of her thighs and let my fingers sink into her. She moans again. And I’m gripping harder, and I can only imagine the smirk on my face matches Zane’s.
“Slow down, Haley. Torture him a little. Like you did me,” Zane huskily whispers to Haley.
“Damn,” I hiss out because Haley does exactly as he suggests. Her tongue swirls slower. Her head bobs up and down, but she’s moved everything down a gear. Which has upped the intensity ten times. Ten thousand times. “Fuck, Haley. Don’t listen to Zane. He’s some kind of ass.”
She laughs around my cock, and it’s enough to make me want to let go.
But not yet. I need to last longer.
I feel my muscles tense. I’m going to explode. “Damn Haley. This is so good.” It’s going to be a big one. I know it. I need to warn her. But I can’t stop her. I’m so hard and so close. I don’t want to come, but the orgasm is right there. It’s going to happen. She’s only concentrating on sucking the top of my cock, but then she takes me deep into her throat.
“Fuck, Haley.” I hiss through my teeth. A loud moan rips from her throat, and it’s enough to make me want to come harder than I ever have before. “Fuck. Yeah,” I say. I’m fighting it. I’m fighting like hell. Trying to stay in my body, trying to fight back the oncoming eruption. I’m losing every battle. Her head bobs up and down faster, and she’s using her hands to pump me at the same time. I’m close. So close. I don’t know how I’m managing to hold on. More sucking noises. Her moaning and her whimpering—it’s going to make me come. “Haley, holy shit.” I’m louder than I know I should be. No way Dante can sleep through this. We’re bouncing all over the place. Hell, Calvin has to be able to hear us even with the howling wind.
My hands are in her hair, trying to slow her down, trying to control her. But she’s too good. I’m not going to survive this at all. “Pull back a sec. I need to... I need to pull out.” I’m telling her without words. I’m going to come. I’m going to come. I can’t stop it. I can’t. But she doesn’t listen. She’s too caught up in what she’s doing with her amazing tongue.
And I’m going to come. I’m still fighting it. But it’s too late. I’m going to shoot down the back of her throat. “Fuck, Haley. I can’t pull out. I’m going to...” I groan. I’m so close. I’m holding it back, but just barely. My cock is about to explode. “Fuck!” I’m trying to pull back, trying to stop it, but my control is gone. “Haley, I’m going to come,” I say through my teeth.
She lifts her head in time, and I shoot over her knees. Or at least, I think I do. It’s too dark to tell. “Damn.” The stars are out behind my eyes. Every cell in my body fires at the same time, and I’m shaking. When I settle back to earth, I realize I’ve left a mess all over Haley. My shirt is nearby. I grab it and reach for her. But she’s already missing. And I feel hollow inside. I take care of what is mine. But then, she’s not mine, is she? A brief flash of lightning reveals her on the other side of the raft with the bucket and sponge.
I move to go after her, but Zane grabs me around my ankle. “Let her be.” It’s clear. She’s not mine, she’s not his, or ours even.
The boom for the last flash is twenty seconds later. We’re through the storm.
Zane is rearranging the bed cushions. The rain and wind are slowing, and there is even the slightest bit of light coming from outside.
“Are you doing okay?” I can’t let her be. Letting something or someone be isn’t in my nature.
“Yes, I’ll be right there. I’m mopping up some water that came through the flap.”
That’s it. I’m beside her. If Dante was asleep before, he’s not now. “I’ll do it. You go lie down.” I put my hand on top of hers.
“It’s fine. I’ve got it.” Haley doesn’t let go.
“I insist.” My face is next to hers, but I can’t make anything out.
“Okay.” She lets go of the sponge.
“I’ve got a nice nest for you over here, Haley,” Zane says. She makes her way over to him. “You good?”
I imagine him tucking her in. I move the sponge along the side of the raft. There’s a lot of water. But it doesn’t take too long to get rid of most of it, and I head back to Haley and Zane.
She lifts the cover, and while I’m not cold in the least, I crawl under it. It’s not long before the raft vibrates again. I lift my head. Calvin’s there, lifting the flap. He’s silhouetted in the entryway. I don’t blame the ass. I’d want to be in here with her too. Both to be with Haley and to be out of the damn rain.