8. Jones
8
JONES
“That glow is unlike anything I’ve ever seen,” Capri tells her sister as we climb the stairs toward the island side of the Grottos. “I could live here, Cols.”
Please do.
After spending a few hours in the Grottos, we decided to search for something to do on land. Watching Capri and Collie experience the Grottos for the first time was something I’ll never forget.
There are things in life we’ll never get to have a ‘first time’ at again, making this really fucking special.
“You’d never survive here, Capri. This city literally never sleeps. You are a born and bred small-town girl,” Collie tells her.
So, she’s from a small town…
“I could live this life just fine.” Capri turns her nose up at her sister and settles beside me as we walk toward the miniature market straight ahead.
“You from a small town?” I ask her, contemplating whether I should reach for her hand or not.
“Are we doing that?” She stops slightly.
I search for her meaning. “Doing what?”
“The whole getting to know each other thing. Think that’s smart of us to do?”
I didn’t even think of that. Asking her about herself felt like the natural thing to do in a conversation. Something I would ask any other woman I was interested in who wasn’t leaving in a week.
“Right. Probably not the best idea.” Even though it was my idea, it sucks. I know she’s guarding her heart.
“To answer your question, I am from a small town. I won’t tell you where, though,” she says, laughing to herself.
I nod, and it feels forced. I want to know where she lives and hate that I can’t.
“Oh, right there!” Collie calls out, pointing to the small tiki shack up ahead. “Pina Coladas!”
Squealing resounds beside me. “Hell yes. And you get to drink it from an actual pineapple.” Capri swoons, running toward the shack barefoot.
We order our drinks, and Collie follows Romeo and Luca to a park amphitheater where a local band is playing. I take advantage of my alone time with Capri and lead her to a wooden picnic table near the shore.
“Thanks for this,” Capri says, holding up her drink.
I nod. “Of course.”
We sit at the top of the table, taking in the view of the Grottos and watching paddle boats on the horizon.
“Oh my goodness, look! That looks so fun,” she says.
Watching Capri get excited over even the small things is oddly sweet to witness. I can tell she’s used to a simple life. Something I’ve unfortunately never experienced. My whole childhood was spent traveling.
“I’ve never done it.” It’s an admission I never realized sounded so sad until I said it out loud. I’ve lived in Capri for years and have never been on a paddle boat tour—only swum in the Grottos.
“What!” Capri shrieks. “How can you live in Capri and never do the most touristy thing here?”
Good question. Because I’m alone.
A fact that, up until recently, never bothered me.
Now it’s as if I crave the simple life. A life filled with meaning and not just things.
People. Connection.
I shrug and chuckle at the passion behind her question. “I guess I never really thought about it. I work a lot.”
“Well, surely you take days off, right?”
Hardly ever. “Not really. I mean, I will if I have an appointment or something, but that’s rare.” She sends me a look of sympathy. “I know it’s pathetic,” I say honestly.
“Not pathetic. Relatable.”
I look into Capri’s crystal blue eyes and see so much heart inside her. An unreached depth of understanding. I hardly know her, but she’s one of those women you can tell has the intention to live a full fucking life.
“You a workaholic too?” I ask seriously but also playfully.
She smiles. “Hardly. I’m a teacher.”
I wasn’t expecting that. Capri gives off attorney or wedding planner energy. Something with structure and a planned system. But she’s giving me a small piece of herself, so I’m gonna take it.
“No shit? I never would have guessed that.”
Her smile is kind. “And why’s that?” She twirls the rainbow paper umbrella between her fingers and takes another sip of her frozen drink.
“I don’t know. You seem very…organized.”
“Teachers are organized,” she says, convincing me I misjudged.
“They are. You just have this sexy, attorney vibe going on.” I smirk and gesture naughty things with my eyes.
“I’ll have you know, I look just as sexy in my teacher clothes, Captain. Pencil skirts and all.”
Fuck. She’s cute.
“Oh, I don’t doubt it one bit, Capri. Not one single bit.”
Her eyes turn dark, telling me this conversation is about to shift direction. “You know…I’m still waiting on you to get moving on the whole ‘you wanting to fuck me’ thing.”
She runs her hand up my thigh, teasing me with her touch.
“That what you want, Capri?” My eyes penetrate hers.
Her hand drifts higher, sliding over my board shorts to where my bulge grows, fighting against the seam.
“You know I do. Like you said, we don’t have much time together. Might as well make the most of it,” she whispers in the sexiest tone before cupping me through my shorts.
“Fucking hell, woman.” I can’t hold back my groan.
She attempts to pull her hand away, but I stop her in time. “Not happening. You touched it, and now you get to play with it.”
Capri’s eyes bulge, likely realizing I won’t ignore her touch. I could never. It feels too good.
“Tell me what you want, Jones. Tell me how to make you feel good.” Her hand softly massages me, and it’s not enough. If there’s one thing I’m good at, it’s giving instructions. I’m a bossy motherfucker, and it’s a trait I’ll never apologize for.
I need to dirty her up.
“Come stand in front of me.”
Her eyes search for people around us, finding a few tourists close by but not close enough to make out what we’re doing…or what Capri’s about to do, I should say.
She stands before me in her purple bikini, hair mussed and messy, yet never more gorgeous.
“Mmm. I prefer this view,” I tell her, locking eyes with her full breasts. Fuck, I can still taste them—feel the pink pebbles of her nipples against my tongue.
I drag my finger softly from her clavicle to the cleavage down the center.
Capri is patience personified, waiting for my command, and I realize her perfect obedience makes me more prideful than warranted.
My golden girl likes to be bossed around.
Such a contrast for a woman who seems to blossom under structure.
“On your knees, sweetheart.” My voice is strong yet gentle.
“What? Here? Have you lost your mind, Jones?”
I chuckle. “It’s possible.” I nod for her to lower, and god dammit, she does.
The soft sand of the shore meets her knees, and I slide myself to the seated bench, putting my cock directly in line with her face.
“Are you an exhibitionist?” Capri asks me in a full breath, and I bark out a deep laugh.
“You’re really fucking cute,” I tell her, tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear. I’d say I have a thing for her golden locks.
She looks almost embarrassed by her question. “No, Capri. I’m not an exhibitionist. I enjoy sex and everything that comes with it, whenever and however I want. Right now, that’s on this island with my cock down your throat. Now, take me out.”
She gulps but makes no effort to argue before untying my board shorts and sliding them down just enough to let my cock spring free.
“Jesus Christ.”
I laugh. “Never seen one before?”
She swats at it lightly, and the feel of her soft hand alone has me seeing stars. “Ass,” she mutters. “Yes, I’ve seen a dick before. Just not like this.” Capri waves her hand at my length.
“Like this?” I tease. I want to hear her say it.
“This…giant. I have a strong gag reflex. I don’t think this is gonna work.” Fucking hell. Could she be any more adorable?
“It’ll work. We’ll make it work.”
Capri nods, trusting me before lowering her mouth and taking me all the way. “Motherfucker,” I groan.
My hand finds the side of her face, shielding her from the view of strangers around us. Capri moans as her tongue runs up the bottom of my shaft, stroking me with softness before taking me to the back of her throat.
“Mhmm,” she moans.
“That’s it. Relax your throat, Capri. You’re doing so well.”
That looked a lot like motivation.
Her pace quickens. “You like that? Does my golden girl like being praised?”
Capri’s head nods, and the moan that escapes her sounds strangled and feral. She’s feral for my cock and I’m feral to come, having her swallow every last drop.
“She does.” I use my words for her. “I can work with that,” I gloat and feel my eyes roll to the back of my head in ungodly pleasure.
“This mouth,” I grunt. “You suck a lot of cocks, sweetheart?”
She shakes her head, running her lips to my tip and circling it with her tongue. “Good. Now make me come.”
And she does. My body falls into a rush of overwhelming satisfaction, sending vibrations through me as I come with force.
“Fuck. Fuckkkk. That’s it. Don’t stop.”
Capri’s moans become frantic, and suddenly, I forget where we are. Fuck the people around us. It would be an honor for them to see her beautiful lips at work.
“I’m coming, Capri. Don’t waste a single drop. You’re doing so well,” I tell her.
I empty myself completely in her mouth, watching as she swallows all of me and sticks her tongue out to prove it.
“Perfect girl.”
I pull her to stand and kiss her lips softly, wrapping my arms around her waist. “Did anyone see?” she asks, searching the island for a witness.
I smile wide. “Nah, I don’t think so.” Although I’m almost positive the couple to our left might have, but she doesn’t need to know that.
“Good. Next time, I’m coming in your mouth.” Capri smiles wide.
“Fuck yeah, you are.” I smirk at the incorrigible little minx before me.
“Glad we cleared that up.” She pecks my lips and pulls me off the table. “Let’s go find everyone else.”
I swat her ass and let her lead the way.
At this rate, she can lead me anywhere.