6. Jones
6
JONES
I just made either the smartest or stupidest proposition of my life.
No woman has the right to be that damn beautiful. But Capri radiates charm and has a magnetism I can’t pinpoint. I see hurt lingering in her eyes, hurt that matches my own. Maybe that’s where the pull comes from?
I may have done myself a disservice requesting her for the remainder of her trip.
I couldn’t resist.
I have to know her—to be close to her.
After all the years of random women warming my bed, something about Capri feels a little too real.
That’s the part that alarms me. She doesn’t come off as a woman who has one-night stands or vacation hookups.
No, she’s a take home to mama and meet the family kind of woman.
I can feel it.
That’s where my hesitation lies. I should be running full speed ahead…in the opposite direction. However, it’s too late to go back in time now. I have no regrets, and I’m prepared to be fucked in the end. Although, I’ll never let her know that.
I can let myself enjoy a beautiful woman for a week and then say goodbye.
At least, I’ll force myself to believe that.
I didn’t expect to see Capri on my yacht. When Romeo and Luca mentioned they met a woman who was bringing their sister, the thought didn’t even occur to me.
Thank fuck Romeo did something right for once. He’s been on my shit list lately and this just wiped his sorry slate clean.
The moment I stood back, watching her thick ass walk away from me, I knew I was thoroughly fucked. I had to walk away before I did something stupid. My cock had never been so rock hard before over the mere sight of someone.
And now, Capri is out there having a good time with my friends and guests, while I’m cooped up in this cabin, hiding like a pussy because I can’t control the way my body reacts to her.
I want to fuck her and get to know her. What the hell is happening?
I’m thirty-nine, a successful business owner, and most days, an arrogant asshole. It’s time I start changing things up a bit.
I make a quick stop in the kitchen and head back out to the pool with a tray of snacks: fruit, whipped cream, fresh veggies, hummus, and another bottle of prosecco. I could have brought other drinks that the rest of the guests were drinking, but my focus was on Capri.
“There he is. Where’d you run off to?” Romeo asks with a wink.
“Figured you guys might want something to eat while we sail,” I say, setting the tray on a nearby table.
“Thanks, man,” Luca says, reaching for a strawberry.
I want to search for Capri without making it obvious. I stand to remove my shirt in one hasty pull before setting my sights on that body, orchestrated to perfection.
Holy shit. Capri has half her body plunged into the hot tub while the other half leans across the deck, soaking in the warm sun. Her eyes are closed, and her wet hair is slicked back.
Full tits spill out of the purple triangular fabric, and that thong strap rides high on her hips.
I want to play with my golden girl.
Without thinking twice, I stride in her direction, doing my best not to sneak up on her but hoping she can feel me near. Capri’s eyes open delicately, almost as if she was close to being asleep, and a small smile ghosts her lips.
“Hi,” she whispers in a raspy tone.
I make my way into the hot tub, watching in fascination as her eyes take in every square inch of my body. I may be much older than her, but I can run circles around young bucks.
I have the endurance to prove it.
“Water feel good?” I ask, settling myself across from her.
“Mhm,” Capri mumbles, and I soak in the lust of her tone.
I contemplate putting on a show for the guests around us or tossing her over my shoulder and taking her ass up to my cabin room.
Playing sounds more thrilling. Let’s cut to the chase.
“Come here, Capri.”
Her head lifts, and my eyes draw to the slenderness of her neck, looking honey bronzed and glistening. She draws her bottom lip into her mouth and pushes herself off the wall, her heavy breasts coasting the water.
Once she’s close enough, I reach for her, settling her on my lap and pulling her against me. I’m in tune with her body—I feel everything. The thin fabric between her legs slips up her center, causing the lips of her pussy to make contact with my bulging cock.
I know she feels it, too.
“I’m letting you take the lead, Jones. So what’re you gonna do about it?” Little vixen.
“How about you start with putting that smart mouth to better use?”
The grin that spreads across her face pleases me to no end. The light dusting of freckles spread evenly across her cheeks and the small beauty mark just slightly above her lip. Her perfectly shaped brows and pink lips that ease into the softest cupid’s bow.
She’s exquisite.
I know she sees me memorizing every detail. What can I say? I’m as analytical as it gets. After all, I only have a week to appreciate it.
“Happy to,” Capri breathes out, her eyes landing on my lips.
Come on, sweetheart…put your mouth on me.
She moves tauntingly slow, teasing the side of my neck with her touch, gently enough to drive me mad. “Like this?” she asks.
I groan. “Closer.”
Capri giggles, and my heart rate picks up. “You offering up your mouth, Captain?”
“Giving it to you freely, sweetheart.”
“Mmmm,” she moans, her eyes falling closed before throwing caution to the wind and taking my mouth.
She tastes like bad decisions. Decisions I know I’ll be cursing in the end.
Capri wraps her hands in my hair, pulling on the thick strands at my neck as our tongues collide. My hands latch onto the softness of her hips and grab tight, rocking myself against her. “Fuck. This body.”
“Not so bad yourself,” she whimpers through kisses.
“You gonna let me touch you, Capri? Let me feel those full tits in my hands.”
“Go for it,” she moans before taking the lead and slipping aside her bikini top, revealing to me the most luscious tits I’ve ever seen. So fucking full, they look like they’ve been waiting to be fondled.
“Fuck, Capri.” I rub my thumb against her hardened nipple and lavish in her sharp intake of breath. “You like it when I touch you like this? That make you feel good?”
“Yes, Jones. Yessss.” Her eyes roll to the back of her head, losing herself in the sensation.
She quickly shifts her head to the side, checking if anyone can see us.
“Hey,” I whisper. “Be here with me. I won’t let anyone see you, okay?”
Capri nods, relaxing into my touch. I circle her nipple and slide away, tracing my finger from the top of her clavicle to the valley of her cleavage. “It’s just you and me here. My hands on your body and my eyes on you.”
“I want you, Jones. More than I’ve ever wanted anyone.” Her breathing quickens, escalating to ravenous pants.
I chuckle, thankful for her honesty. “You’ll have me. All of me.”
Capri’s hips begin to rock against the bulge in my shorts, picking up speed with her eagerness. “There you go, sweetheart. Rub that slick pussy on my cock. Feel how hard you make me?”
“Yes,” she pants. “So good. You feel so good.”
I lean forward, drawing her pebbled nipple into my mouth, and moan at the taste. She’s more than a handful in size and so beautifully proportioned. This is going to be one hell of a week.
She’s restless and on edge, like nothing can satisfy her but the real thing.
“You’re beautiful, Capri. Every part of you.”
She smiles and kisses me softly. Something inside of her switches, her body tensing slightly. “I need a moment…to catch up…is that okay?” she asks me sincerely, making me think there’s a deeper story.
“Always. You don’t even have to ask.”
Wrapping my hands around her face, I pull her in for a final kiss and make quick work of sliding her bikini top back into place.
“I think that was the boldest thing I’ve ever done,” Capri says sweetly.
“What makes you say that?” I ask, refusing to let go yet. “Never hooked up in a hot tub before?” I laugh.
Her change in demeanor comes across as shy, like she’s embarrassed by her admission. “Let’s just say it’s been a while for me.”
“As in hooking up?” I ask, assuming that’s what she means.
Capri nods. “Long story short, my last relationship wasn’t…reciprocal in the bedroom.”
I don’t know why, but I suddenly feel defensive on her behalf.
How could someone look at Capri and not want to be with her in every way imaginable?
Oh, so she dated boys? That makes sense.
“Boyfriend inexperienced?” I ask curiously.
She laughs and slides off my lap, adjusting her bikini carefully. “Husband, actually. Turns out, he was warming someone else’s bed with no interest being in mine.”
Shit. “Surely he ended up in the wrong bed by mistake?” I ask her. “That sounds more like a tragedy for him.”
Her grin makes the restraint I’m showing worth it, her smiles and effortless laughter multiplying.
“Ask him and he’d disagree, but thanks. I think so, too.”
“Damn right. Believe that.”
Now that the bulge in my pants has subsided, I can stand to get out. However, I enjoy watching Capri walk away far too much.
Her bright blue eyes lock with mine as she says, “Thanks for the kiss, Captain. And the compliment.”
I catch my breath and rethink my proposition as she walks away.