44. Capri
44
CAPRI
Jones forgives me.
I could only hope for that to be true.
After the long flight to Italy, I immediately started damage control, contacting Luca and Romeo to help a girl out.
I had a plan and they helped make it happen. I knew trapping Jones on the yacht was the only way to give us a real shot at talking. Without interruptions and the option to leave.
Not that I thought that would happen, but as a precaution.
Seeing him again only solidified my love for him. Not only does he somehow look more handsome than ever, his hair a little longer and his tan a little deeper, but his grace and kindness toward me was extended without conditions.
That’s the kind of love I’ve always wanted. The kind I know I have.
After our talk, Jones led me to the other side of the boat, where the infinity pool is, looking out on the endless Mediterranean Sea.
“You miss me, sweetheart?” Jones asks, wrapping his arms around me from behind.
“More than you know.” The loneliness was indescribable. A feeling I never want to experience again.
“Think I’m gonna use that IOU right about now. Time to show me how much.” His growl is carnal. He’s been anticipating this moment just like I have.
Two months without each other is far too long.
“Whatever you need,” I tell him, seeking his instruction.
“Get in the pool.” My adrenaline has me practically running.
Back turned, I enter the bottomless pool, giving me views of the sea beneath, and my gaze lifts to Jones on the deck, finding him stripped down to nothing.
“Holy hell,” I gasp, a shiver of heat running through me.
Jones grins, muscular body glistening and cock at large. He’s an adonis. Sometimes, I forget I’m the woman who gets this side of him. Hopefully the only woman for years to come.
I glide into the water, stopping at the edge below him, and peer into his hungry eyes. “What kind of plans you got for that, Captain?”
He grips himself from the base and takes a long stroke. “Gonna shove it down that pretty little throat. How’s that sound?”
I moan, my nipples tingling and my core throbbing. “Please.”
Jones settles himself in front of me, calling me to him with his eyes.
Suddenly, I’m starving. Famished for his cock.
His muscular thighs act as the perfect spot for my hands, spurring him on as I caress the length of them. As many times as I’ve seen Jones naked, it’ll always feel the same to me—like a privilege.
He’s striking. Tousled hair and wide smile.
But that cock…I want it in my mouth. Yesterday. Two months and three days ago, if I’m being technical.
“Open up, sweetheart. Take me in.”
He doesn’t have to ask me twice. I’ll gladly take the lead. Gripping him from the base, I run a slow lick from root to tip before taking him all the way.
“Fuck yeah,” Jones growls, his hands grabbing my hair in a frenzy.
Running my tongue along the underside of his shaft, I bob my head up and down, thrusting his thick length into my mouth.
“Mhmm,” I moan, losing myself in his pleasure.
Nothing is more satisfying than watching the strong and steady Jones Archer forfeit control.
“Choke on it, Capri. All the way down, and let me hear you gag.” His hand shoves me down farther, and I love how ruthless he is to have my mouth on him.
I feel his length thicken, his legs tense, and his breathing quicken. He’s getting close, which makes me happier than I care to admit.
It means it’s been a while for him.
Praise. Glory. Hallelujah.
I suck him in a steady motion, my mouth picking up speed until my gags slow me down. In seconds, Jones rips himself from my mouth and launches himself into the pool before tossing me onto the edge.
The tables have turned, and I think I’m gonna be a big fan of this location.
“Can’t make up without tasting my favorite pussy,” Jones says, laying me back and sliding my bikini bottoms to the side. He takes a swipe up my center and holds the evidence of my pleasure out in front of him. “This for me, sweetheart? Smells like honey.”
I nod. “Why don’t you taste it and find out?” My voice grows raspy and my vision blurs at the sight of Jones taking his finger into his mouth, sucking my arousal off of him.
“Goddamn. Need some more.”
He growls and wastes no time plunging his tongue into my center before licking me from bottom to top. “Uhhh, yes,” I cry out. The pleasure is already too much, my hips bucking wildly against his face.
Jones doesn’t let up. He feasts on my core, taking every part of me into his mouth, sucking and nibbling until I’m shaking. Shaking with the urge to come so damn hard I could combust.
“So much better than my vibrator,” I pant, a smile on my face as my orgasm comes closer.
Jones chuckles against me before dragging my clit into his mouth and sucking hard. The sound of his feasting echoes across the pool deck, and I take a second to thank myself for booking the entire ship. It’s just us and the open waters, without anyone to interrupt us.
Except Antonio, of course. But I paid him an entire paycheck to disappear.
“Gonna come, Jones. Don’t you dare stop.” My body seizes and vibrations tingle up my spine as my orgasm rips through me.
“Let me hear it, Capri. Give it to me,” Jones murmurs, focusing his attention on my clit. I’m launched into complete ecstasy, coming with force.
“Atta girl. I love it when you let me have you like this. No fucks given, just lost in my worship of you.”
Once my body stills, Jones hauls himself out of the pool and picks my limp body up.
I giggle, loving this playful yet sexually frustrated side of him.
Walking me to the cushioned lounger, Jones lays me on my stomach and pulls my hips back. “Ass up, beautiful. Hope you’re ready to get fucked.”
“Been waiting on it, Captain.” My ass perks in the air and I sense Jones still, likely taking in the sight of me.
His hands run up the length of my thighs before circling the globes of my ass. Suddenly, a cold shiver of metal ghosts my neck and my head drops, finding the gold bell necklace lying around my neck. “You kept it?” I cry.
Jones peppers kisses across my neck. “You’re a much better keeper of it than me,” he whispers. “Besides, can’t have a prosperous life without you in it.”
A rush of tears spill from my eyes and a sob escapes my lips. There’s no stopping it. I love this man so damn much and the fact that he kept it when he could have tossed it makes me so thankful.
“I love you, Jones,” I pant, hoping he hears and feels just how much.
“Right back at you, sweetheart. Right back at you.” Holding my bottom up, he slams home. Thrusting so deep, I cry out in pain and pleasure. “Right there,” he groans. “Been missing you like this. Submissive and stuffed full of me.”
Oh, god.
His thrusts speed up, barreling into me with force. The chair supporting me shifts with our rocking, matching the slap of his balls on my ass. “You’re never gonna leave me again, isn’t that right?” Jones bites out, driving into me with his hips.
“Never. I love you too much,” I cry out and he reaches around to rub circles on my clit. “Yesss,” I whimper, loving his take-charge nature.
“You’re mine, Capri. Mine when you love me and for damn sure when you hate me.”
A feral growl leaves his lips, and my body burns with heat. Jones pulls the string of my bikini top, full breasts falling free before grabbing them for leverage.
“I’ve got everything I could ever need,” he says, squeezing them tight and slamming into me with his hips. “Right here,” he pants. “The love of my life and her swollen pussy just for me.”
I reach for my clit, needing the relief, and pinch it sharply. A breathy moan leaves my lips, causing Jones to lose control. “Fuck. I love it when you touch yourself. Take what you need, whenever you need it. Just like you’re about to take my cum right now.”
“Come inside of me, Jones. Make me yours again.”
“You always were. Never stopped.” He releases my breasts and smacks my ass, the sharpness of the contact sending tingles through my core. “Give me one more, Capri. I need you to come with me.”
“Yeah. Yeah…I can do it. Right there.” My moans are rambled into a long string of pleasures. “I’m coming.”
“Right behind you, baby. Let me have it,” he grunts, and my orgasm rushes forward, paralyzing me from the inside out as a wild scream slips from my lips.
“Fuck yeah.” Another smack on my ass. “Take my cock. Let me fill this pussy up,” he chants. I feel the moment he comes, his hips plunging forward, and a brute wail escapes him.
It’s carnal and staggering, yet sexy as hell.
Our bodies still, and Jones slowly pulls out of me, placing a soft kiss at the center of my back. “I love you,” he whispers across my slick skin. “Until the end of time.”
He rights me in place, not bothering to clean me of his cum. I’d stop him anyway. I like knowing he’s still inside of me far too much.
I turn to face him, finding his smile full and proud. “And I love you.”
He kisses my lips and pulls me to stand. “Come on, let’s get you fed.”
A thrill rushes through me. “I love it when you fuck me then feed me.”
Jones grins, making me feel nothing but cherished. “Your two favorite things.”
He’s just missing one… him .
Jones pauses quickly, turning to me with intention. “Hear me out for a second, okay?” I nod, my full attention on him. “I’m gonna put a baby in you someday, Capri,” he says like there’s no room for questioning it.
My heart soars. “You are?”
He nods, caressing the side of my face. There’s so much care in his actions. “We’re gonna give Stevie boy a little sibling to watch over. To be an angel for our rainbow baby.”
A sob breaks free, and I fall into his chest. “God, Jones. There’s nothing I want more.”
“You’re going to be the best mother. I know it. And I can’t wait to see our children adore you the way that I do. If I could bring Stevie back for you, you know I would. But just know how lucky he was to have you as his mama, even if his time earthside was short. Now, he gets to watch over you and be your protection.”
This is love. The love I’ve always dreamed of.
“Stevie means crown,” I tell him, tears uncontrollable. “He’s my prince of angels. Thank you, Jones. For seeing me and understanding me more than I often understand myself.”
He kisses me softly. “It’s a joy to love you and be loved by you, Capri. I’ll never take it for granted.”