Chapter 18
EIGHTEEN
AMY
It was only a ten minute journey to the small indent along the coast, a section of land that was so thick with trees no cars or bikes could travel through it.
It was a deserted, overgrown coastal forest. As kids, we sometimes rowed to it and went exploring.
I’d gone there many times with the brothers.
It had been a great place to get away from our parents.
In that short stretch of time on the water, Hunter and I hadn’t been able to keep our hands off each other. He had to drive the boat, but he still managed to take off my shirt and jeans.
As warm as the day had been, it was still too wintry to be wearing just a bra and panties. I got up and grabbed a towel from the bench at the back of the pilot house.
Hunter looked over at me with disappointment as I pulled the towel around my shoulders. “What’s the point of taking off your clothes if you’re going to cover up?”
“It’s cold. I need to be smothered by my big, hunky boat captain. Then I won’t need the towel.”
“Aye aye, mate.” He maneuvered the Durango to a quiet section of water, out of view of any nearby roads or houses. He shut off the engine. The motor for the anchor chain rumbled beneath the deck.
He spun his captain’s chair around. “You were saying something about the beautiful day?”
“I was.”
“Well, all right then.” He grabbed my hand and led me down the stairs to the deck.
“Wait there.” He walked to the stern and came back with a giant green tarp.
He shook it out and lowered it onto the deck.
Then he reached up and yanked the towel from my shoulders.
The ocean breeze tickled my naked skin. I felt deliciously exposed standing on the middle of the boat on the wide open sea in nothing but a pair of panties and a bra.
Hunter leaned back and squinted at me. “Hmm, something’s not right.”
I looked down at my scantily clad body. “What do you mean?”
“Oh . . . I know what the problem is. You’re not naked enough.
” He reached behind me, and I nuzzled my face against his chest as he unclasped my bra.
He dragged it off my shoulders. His thumb flicked over my hardened nipple.
Instantly, I pushed my breast harder against his fingers.
He teased my nipple as he reached down and pushed my panties to the ground.
“I seem to be the one who’s always completely naked.”
“What’s your point?” He sat down on the tarp. I went to follow him, but he put up his hand to stop me. “Not yet. I was just thinking how fucking hot it is seeing you walk around this deck completely naked.” He waved me on. “A little show please.”
I strolled to the railing and leaned over, jutting my bottom out. I glanced back over my shoulder. “How’s the view from down there?”
Hunter was leaning on his elbow staring straight at my naked ass. “Very nice but I think you need to part those legs just a bit.”
I moved my feet apart and the breeze cooled the moisture that was already pooling between my legs.
An appreciative groan rolled up from his chest. “Yeah, baby, this is making me so fucking hard.”
I turned around and walked to the stack of nets. I reached up and grabbed hold of the rough rope, keeping my hands stretched up high above me, pushing my breasts out. “I think you’ve caught something in your net, Captain.”
He reached back and yanked off his t-shirt. I sucked in a breath as I watched him push off his jeans and boxer briefs. His cock was shiny with slick moisture as he stomped toward me. The deck of the boat shifted slightly beneath his heavy footsteps.
I squealed as he reached for me. My hands released the net, but he stretched them back up and made me take hold of the rope again.
“You stay right where you are, my little captive.” He pressed his mouth against mine and teased my lips open with his tongue.
As he kissed me, he tucked his hand between my legs and his callused, thick fingers slid through the hot creamy folds of my pussy.
The wanton feeling of standing naked out on the open sea being caressed by his hands and mouth and the warm strands of sun made the whole thing that much more erotic.
“God, Hunter, this is such a fucking turn on, I’m almost ready to come.” I took a deep breath. “I want multiple orgasms today, please. You know how to make me come again and again. I want that today.”
“Then let’s get this party fucking started,” he growled as he pushed his finger inside of me.
He was so damn skilled and he knew my body and my desires so well, he never wasted any time or movement.
Every touch had a reason. Every stroke hit the right spot.
He even had pressure down to an art. His thumb massaged my clit just the way I loved, and in response, I tightened my thighs around his hand to hold him exactly where I wanted him.
His free hand teased and played with my nipples as the hand squeezed between my legs brought me to a shuddering climax.
As my body thrummed with the feel of it, he jammed his finger deeper stroking every intimate inch of me as my pussy hugged his hand.
Whimpering with the sheer satisfaction of it, I could no longer keep a grip on the net. I released my hold and dropped forward. He caught me. I laughed as he swept me up into his arms.
“Sure hope there are no boats out there with binoculars pointed this way.”
“Let them look and be jealous that I have my arms filled with the sweetest little fuck on the ocean.” He spun around once with me in his arms.
“Not sure how I feel about that title. And what about those rich playboys on their yachts with their supermodel girlfriends?”
“Nope, I still win. If you don’t like that one— how about dirtiest little fuck?”
I hit his chest with my fist. “Ooh. I hate that. I might just wriggle back into my panties if you say that again.”
He gazed down at me. “How about the wildest, hottest little fuck?”
“Getting closer, but I was thinking something more like beautiful sex goddess or something along those lines.”
A smile tilted his mouth. “How the hell do you do it?”
“Do what?”
“Make every fucking day better. You know something, Street, I’m not sure I’d ever drag my ass out of bed or out of the house if I didn’t know there was a chance to see you.”
I felt as if someone had pushed a tennis ball into my throat.
I was thankful for the sea breeze. It dried my tears before they fell.
Not that it would matter if he saw me cry.
I was naked in his arms clinging to him as if he was the only person who mattered to me.
He knew. Even without the tears, he knew how I felt about him.
He kissed me as he lowered me down onto the canvas he’d placed on the deck. It was stiff and scratchy.
“Not exactly a downy comforter,” I said as he knelt down over me. I reached up and wrapped my hands around his neck and pulled his face down toward me. “But as long as I have my hunky sea captain to warm me up—”
I wrapped my legs around him as he pushed his long, hard cock into me. The sweet ache from my first orgasm was still there and an involuntary frisson of pleasure coursed through me as he filled me.
“Sweet, tight, hot, there’s nothing as fucking perfect as your pussy,” he groaned against my mouth.
He used one arm to raise himself up and keep from crushing me.
His massive size and his stone chiseled shoulders and arms made me feel so slight and weak that the sheer difference between us should have been frightening.
He had so much power over me physically that I should have felt terrified instead of thrilled.
He squeezed me just hard enough to remind me of that power.
He pumped his cock into me, and I met each thrust, enthusiastically.
“Come again for me, baby,” he grunted. “I’m staying hard.
I won’t leave you until you come again. I want to feel your pussy squeeze down on my cock.
Don’t deny me that, Street.” He kissed me hard on the mouth while still grinding into me.
Suddenly, he grabbed hold of me and spun us both around.
He was on his back and I was on top of him.
I straddled my thighs over him and braced my hands against his chest as I slid down over him, taking in his cock with slow precision.
His lids seemed to get heavier with each inch.
With his black hair, dark eyes and unshaven jaw, he looked less a sea captain and more a pirate, a dangerous pirate, and every part of him thrilled me.
I leaned down over him and writhed over his cock as his big hands took hold of my ass. The ocean rolled beneath the Durango’s deck, causing it to rise and fall along with my movements. He held me tight against him, and we moved in rhythm, like two people perfectly in tune with each other.
Then the sensation started deep inside, the tingling feeling that felt as if my pussy was closing up on itself to prepare for the coming explosion. My fingers dug into his hard arms and my hips moved feverishly, wanting to absorb everything he was giving.
He knew I was close. “That’s it, baby, take it to the edge.
Take me fucking with you.” He tightened his ass to push his cock deeper inside of me and that was all I needed.
Splinters of light flashed behind my eyes as my pussy convulsed around his cock.
His iron grip tightened on my hips and he held me firm as he thrust into me, making my orgasm grow in intensity.
“Yes, fuuuck yes,” I moaned.
A low, guttural sound rumbled deep in his throat and his body stiffened as he came.
The sea breeze felt almost cold on my flushed pink skin. A small shiver raced through me as my body temperature dropped and my pulse slowed. I climbed off of Hunter and stretched out next to him. He turned and wrapped me in his warmth.
“This was a good suggestion, my sex goddess.”
“Uh huh, but don’t overuse the sex goddess title.
It should only be used at the height of passion or in really important times, like when a bunch of your usual groupies are hanging around you at a party.
Then you can call me sex goddess.” I grew quiet.
My bringing up the other girls had sprinkled a bit of darkness on an otherwise great afternoon.
But it was always there like an irritating fly at a barbecue, the notion of the other girls, or them as he called his other conquests.
“You know they don’t mean a thing,” he said quietly.
The seagulls had moved in on the boat, certain that we either had fish or some good snacks onboard.
They screeched intermittently overhead. It had been a perfect afternoon, but I’d broken the bliss with my comment.
I could never shake it, the heartbreak of knowing that Hunter was never going to be mine.
“Nothing is right without you, Street. Nothing. But I’ve got nothing to offer. You deserve so much—”
I sat up. “No. Stop. Shut up. Don’t pull that I’m not worthy shit on me anymore.
” I took a deep breath. I was never going to forgive myself if I cried.
“What kind of a diamond licking, designer fucking purse wearing princess do you take me for? I’ve grown up in a little house, just as shitty as yours, and with not much to my name except a car with an odometer that has already gone around twice, a fairly worthless state quarter collection and an autographed picture of Justin Timberlake.
And since I bought the damn thing on Ebay when I was fifteen, I’m pretty sure it’s a fake.
So don’t give me the not worthy crap, Hunter. Please.”
I grabbed my panties and bra deciding this whole rant would be a lot more respectable if I wasn’t sitting naked in the middle of a fishing boat.
“Yeah, it’s nice to have a roof over my head.
It’s nice to have food in my belly. And I’ll admit it’s nice to be able to buy a cute pair of shoes occasionally, but I don’t need much to be happy, Hunter.
I just want to love the person I’m with and to have them love me back.
I want to know that when things are tough and on days when the world is particularly ugly that the person I’m with will hold me and kiss me and tell me everything’s going to be all right.
” A small waver in my voice warned me that tears could be imminent.
“You’ve always been that person for me, Hunter.
But lately it’s not enough. Sometimes when you’re not around, I feel empty.
But it’s not because I’m lonely, it’s because deep down I feel like I’m chasing after something that isn’t really there. ”
He sat up. His hair stood up in black spikes all over his head as he raked his fingers through it.
He reached for his jeans and pulled out a joint.
“I’m nothing without you, Amy, but you shine like a goddamn angel all on your own.
The only thing I do is dim that light with my big, fucking shadow.
” He lit the joint and took a long hit. I waved it off when he offered it to me.
I hopped up and pulled on my jeans. He avoided looking up at me. “One day it will dawn on you that I’m gone, that your days aren’t going to be lightened by your goddamn angel anymore, and you’ll be sorry as hell.”
His dark lashes still curtained his eyes. I couldn’t see his expression, but I could see his Adam’s apple move up and down his throat with a deep swallow. He took another hit of weed and extinguished the joint. We got dressed and climbed back up to the pilot house.
As hard as we tried to untangle this, the whole thing just kept getting more knotted.