Chapter 22 #2
I yelled up into the main part of the boat, but he was probably up on the top deck.
I nibbled on my lower lip.
I had to try the stairs eventually. Of course while the boat was going Mach 3 probably wasn’t the best idea, but I really wanted one of those breakfast sandwiches he had stashed in the freezer.
“Now or never.” I bent at the waist and stretched out my back and leg muscles. The pull of the mending muscles of my thigh left me hissing out a slow breath.
“It’s just five stairs,” I whispered.
The railing was sturdy and I used it to pull myself up, letting my left leg go lax as I used my right side. I made it up two stairs and gave an annoyed growl at how much it hurt.
I was tired of being an invalid, dammit.
Not that I didn’t enjoy getting carted around by Locke, but I was used to being independent. Even when engaged to Marcus, we’d kept separate places. It probably should have been a red flag. Regardless, I was used to doing most things on my own.
I was about to start again when Locke appeared at the top of the stairs.
“What the fuck are you doing?”
“Coming upstairs.”
He thundered down the stairs barefoot wearing only a pair of board shorts. “You decided to do this for the first time while we’re going twenty knots?”
“Like that means anything to me.” I sighed and curled my arm around his shoulders.
“It means, you don’t have the balance for this on your maiden voyage.”
I snorted. “I was hungry.”
“Sorry. There’s an intercom, you know.”
“No, I didn’t know.”
“Now you do.” He boosted me up, his hand on my ass. He smelled like sunscreen and the sea. His eyes swung to mine. “Tell me there’s a bathing suit under here.”
“Nope.”
“Fuck me.” He dug his fingers into the swell of my butt.
“I was trying last night, but someone wouldn’t let me.”
“Believe me, I wanted to.” He plastered me against his chest. His gaze tripped over the curve of my breasts showing with the brief triangles that barely covered me. “Jesus, Cilla.” His mouth was inches from mine.
“Like what you see?”
“Stupid question.”
I should be put off by his annoyed tone, but I liked grumpy Locke. So different from the slick boardroom types I was used to. He didn’t put on a happy face. In fact, his lips were tight with annoyance, and it made me want to kiss it out of him.
His muscles bunched and flexed as he hauled me up the stairs and set me against the counter.
I leaned back, pushing my chest out. His gaze hot on my tight nipples. The fabric had twisted a little on the carry and the swell of my breast was on full display.
He stopped in front of me, caging me against the kitchen island. Instead of pulling the triangle back in place, he tugged it over and lowered his mouth to bite the tip.
I licked my lips and arched my back to give him more access.
“I thought you were hungry,” he said between long pulls.
“Maybe I’m hungry for something else.” I went onto my toes as he let my nipple go with a pop.
He straightened, letting me feel the length of him hard against my belly. “Is that so?” He dragged the back of his knuckle over the distended tip again and again. I swallowed down a hiss of pleasure.
He’d taken over last night. I’d let myself get swept up in the moment. It was nice not to be in control for a little while.
But today was a new day.
I rubbed against him, then took his hand as I moved slowly to the couch. The wide window showed off nothing but sea as I sat down and looked up at him. I followed the whorls of hair that climbed from the waistband of his shorts with the tips of my fingers.
He stared down at me. “Cilla.”
The warning in his voice made my pussy clench. “Hang on,” I said sweetly.
He reached above to the cabinets over the couch where a railing was for the days when the sea was extra choppy. It pulled all the muscles in his chest and shoulders into delicious lines that dried my mouth.
I brushed my nose along the skin there. The tickle of the soft, crinkly hair made my skin buzz with awareness.
I licked right above the tie that kept his shorts from falling down his hips.
I followed the line of the V that traveled up from his low slung shorts.
I slowly tugged at the cord loosening them enough for me to reach in and find him.
I’d felt the hardness against me time and again, but seeing his cock for the first time was a whole new experience. The subtle curve as he filled my hand made my mouth water. I brushed my thumb along his flared head, pulling him free from his bathing suit.
He was so hard that I had to pull it away from his lower stomach.
I stared up at him as I licked my way up his shaft. Warm and salty with that rich spicy scent of his soap, I lightly twisted my hand around his length and tightened on each pass.
His jaw tightened and his eyes flashed as he watched me.
High on his taste, I flicked the drop of precum from his head with the tip of my tongue and hummed before covering his length as best as I could. I’d been on this earth long enough that I’d done this a time or seven, but with him everything felt different.
Like there was this extra overwhelming tether between us.
I breathed through my nose to take him deeper. His muscles locked in his thighs, in the ripple of abs and his arms as he held on for dear life.
For me.
The power left me drunk as I took him again and again.
My pussy pulsing at the emptiness.
I took a huge gulping breath, his shaft wet from my mouth. I gripped him tight and rubbed my cheek along his belly. “Come in my mouth.”
His nostrils flared. “Cilla.” My name was little more than a choked growl.
I took him again, holding his hips as he fucked my mouth. The lust ratcheted up my excitement at making him feel good.
Never before had I ever cared about giving oral to a man. Here, I wanted to watch him come like he made me come last night. Watch him break the way he made me break.
I sucked harder and his jaw turned to stone.
One hand fell to my head, his fingers gripping my hair, pulling hard as I jerked down his bathing suit and gripped his ass to speed each thrust in my mouth.
Suddenly he threw back his head and I felt the warmth flood my tongue and throat. I took every bit of him, hummed around the way he jerked against me.
High on it, I wasn’t prepared for him to drag me to my feet and cover my mouth. The kiss was rough and messy.
His taste still on my tongue as he sucked on my tongue.
“Fuck,” he said against my mouth. “Fuck, you make me crazy.”
I grinned against his lips. “I like to taste your crazy.”
He pressed his forehead to mine as he jerked my skirt up. “I’ll show you crazy.” He gripped my ass and dug his fingers into me from the back. “Hang on.”
Unsure, I grabbed onto his shoulders.
He filled me from the back and edged my clit again and again.
I went so fast that it was damn embarrassing.
“Hot for me. Hot from sucking me off.” His voice was dark and rough. He fucked me with his fingers, dragging me into another spinning orgasm until his name was an oath.
A prayer.
“More,” he said against my ear.
“I can’t.” I swayed at the speed of the boat humming under us.
“You can.”
He dragged his fingers out of me, crouched in front of me, and ducked under my skirts. His tongue left me wrecked as he sucked me down. The messy sounds made me sway and cry out. I didn’t even realize I was tugging at my own nipples until I opened my eyes to see him watching me.
His face wet.
His eyes wild.
He spun us around and sat down, dragging me closer. He gingerly lifted my left thigh onto his shoulder so I could take most of the weight on my good leg, and I was the one holding onto the railing above.
He jerked the bikini top aside and scraped his fingers down my skin, rolling my nipple as I arched and screamed.
The hum of the boat and his mouth left me sagging and somehow still wanting more.
He suddenly sat back and gently set my leg down before he scooped me up and strode out to the open air. The sun and the sea spray on my over sensitized body left me off balance.
“Locke.”
He raced the stairs to the upper deck where there was a wide space. He laid me back and fell on me again.
My fingers gripped his head. “Locke.”
He bit along my inner thigh as he splayed me wide on the right so he could take me again. He dipped those thick, long fingers into me and fucked me slow as he licked along my deliciously abused clit.
It wasn’t enough. I wanted him. To feel him on me, the weight of him, stretching me even though I knew I couldn’t in this position.
I arched off the wide memory foam mat, every muscle locked as I came so hard the world went white.
When I came back around, he was laying against my right thigh, both of us breathing like we’d run a minute mile.
“You’re going to kill me,” I gasped.
“Same,” he said against my skin at the top of my inner thigh. Then he rolled off me and both of us stared up at the canopy over us. He turned his head to look at me and my chest ached at the smile that transformed his face.
The crinkles at the corners of his eyes, the clear green, and his ravaged mouth actually pulling wide in a smile.
Don’t you fall in love with him.
Don’t.
Do.
It.
Then he tucked a lock of hair away from my face and I was pretty sure it was too damn late.