Chapter Seventeen #2
The boards creaked under our weight, but otherwise, save for the occasional splash of a fish, or the distant chuckle from a campfire on the other side of the lake, we were in a quiet sanctuary of sorts.
“What is this?” I quietly asked, not having expected a night under the stars.
Not from him.
“You like an audience, sugar. Well, you’ll never find a better one.”
I raised a brow and shifted, glancing over the peaceful, empty water. I took in the distant shore of the state park. There was a tent here or there and a camper a way off.
“Audience?”
“Mhm. Not tonight, but on the fourth, when they shoot the fireworks over the lake… The water is full of boats.”
I stared at him for a moment, then tore my gaze away when I heard a gentle hum of a motor boat. I barely made out the shape of it on the other side of the lake.
“What makes you think I like an audience?” I laughed, only to grow quiet, when his arm slid around my waist and snugged me against him in a backward hold.
“You liked showing your ass at the tavern last night,” he reminded me, his hand traveling over the smooth portion of the upper skirt.
When he got past the flared part and began to climb my inner thigh, I tried to squeeze them shut. He snarled and palmed my pussy in a possessive hold, preventing me from doing so.
“Did you think I forgot about your very public love tap?”
That daring laughter caught in my throat again, only for the sound to twist into something else, when he ground against my underwear.
The friction was enough to leave me bucking my hips and hissing at him while I wildly scanned the cliff side. I was scared someone would see me, but it didn’t stop my thighs from spreading.
His teeth pinched the flesh of my neck, but he never clamped down in a bite. Instead, the pressure built at his fingertips, threatening to invade me, panties be damned.
“Take them off and get on your knees, Kennedy.” He whispered, his voice thick, the hand at my shoulder heavy.
Any hesitation I might have carried drifted away, when he hooked the crotch of my underwear with a finger and slowly dragged them down my thighs.
I sucked in a breath, but allowed him to do so.
When I didn’t move, his body pressured mine until I buckled.
He didn’t let me go down alone, his body hovered and framed mine.
His grip tightened as I lowered, those rough boards welcoming my bare knees.
“That’s my girl,” he cooed, pulling my hair back and smoothing it into a leash of sorts.
My muscles flinched hard. I inwardly craved more, while my ego demanded I get the fuck up and make him stop.
The inner conflict came to an abrupt end when he tipped my head back without warning, and teased a knuckle against the dangling skull earrings.
They shimmied against the column of my neck, making me shiver inside.
I unintentionally tilted my head, welcoming the brush of his knuckles along my neck, until he flexed his fingers and adjusted them around the base of my neck.
The motion of his hand slid upward, tightening little by little, until my heart was racing and my eyes were locked with his.
“I’m not in the habit of having to tell women how to act. Most would never dream of putting on that kind of show, much less leaving fingerprints on my cheek… but you’re right. You aren’t like them. Actually, if we’re being honest, I’ve never been with anyone like you.”
Something about the way he said those last few words broke the hypnotic cocoon he’d held me in. I swallowed hard, my mind making a snap decision to speak up. To end this little game. I took a deep breath, but my clipped, unformed words died against his lips before I could utter them.
In the end, my firmly intended denial died as little more than a startled squeak.
He kissed me until I started to feel intoxicated by his touch once more. His hand stroked up and down my neck only to trail downward. He sampled and squeezed at a breast until I was clenching inside.
“I don’t like this shirt.” He mumbled, snapping me out of the lust-filled haze a second time.
“Wha…?”
“The skirt, though…” He flipped it high on my waist, exposing my bare pussy to the breeze, and whoever bothered to glance our way.
Warmth flooded my cheeks and my lungs failed.
My thighs twitched, but before I could snap them shut, he sharply tapped my pussy. The breath I’d only just caught, snared in my throat as it collided with a scream.
My hips bucked, but I didn’t go anywhere. I was secure, firmly cradled in the palm of his hand like a prize once again.
“That’s a winner.” He nipped my lower lip hard enough to make me question whether he’d drawn blood.
My heart was thundering in my chest, and I shivered as the cool breeze met my slick thighs.
I couldn’t speak. The warmth in my cheeks spread down my chest as I realized his palm was probably baptized in the proof of what that slap had done to me.
I tried to lift myself, my head raising just a bit before the motion sent tension across my scalp when he didn’t let go.
There was laughter in his tone when he shushed me.
“Something told me you liked things a little rough. I mean, it was you that set the tone back at the clubhouse, remember?”
He stared into my eyes and a wave of panic washed over me that was too strong and fast to mask.
He made a curious sound and squeezed, but this time, he slid his fingers inside me. My eyes bugged, and my body clamped around the curling invaders.
“You know it’s funny. When it comes to me, I get a feeling you harbor as much hate as you do curiosity and interest, don’t you?”
His fingers began to work as instruments of torture, strumming and drumming in their rapid efforts to force an answer.
“You can’t decide if you want to shove me in this water, or beg me to shove my dick in you.” His breath puffed against my throat while his fingers climbed. The short, heavy thrust of them distorting my mind beyond even the most basic of retorts.
I twisted in his hold, my hips grinding until his knuckles were pummeling my pussy. I brought my long arm up as I did so, and connected with a vicious snap against his left cheek.
He laughed and let go of me altogether, his boots sounding against the deck as he started off the dock.
My body buckled like I’d been standing, though I’d been on my knees for some time. I was breathless, my cunt was throbbing, and I was alone.
It was a game…
He was toying with me!
“I can’t help it if I had to settle for perching on your bike, because I couldn’t find Roy’s last night, okay.” I started my verbal assault before I’d even managed to push myself up into a sitting position.
For a minute, I was truly scared. The way he stopped and stiffened, before slowly turning to face me made the hair on the back of my neck stand on end.
His gaze dropped from my eyes, down to my knees and back to my face again, “Roy doesn’t know what to do with a woman like you, Kennedy. Get in the fucking car.”
I blinked, suddenly slapped back to reality. I’d left the keys in the damn car.
Shit!
I forgot about my discarded underwear. I forgot about the unsteady dock. I forgot about everything and raced up the stairs after him.