Chapter 29
CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE
Noah
Chase takes hold of my hand and leads me down some steps into the body of the boat.
We barely get through the door to a massive cabin before his lips are on mine again.
He slides his tongue against mine and I groan.
He grips my hips and I grind against him.
His hands travel over my arse and he squeezes hard while I try to find some friction.
He must feel how hard I am as he lets out a little growl.
I give a little yelp as he picks me up. I’m not small but Chase is strong, and I cling onto him as he walks me the few steps to an enormous bed.
He unceremoniously drops me onto it, looks at me like he’s won the prize of the century, and then he’s on me, covering my body with his, and we’re making out again.
I wrap my legs around him, pushing my groin against his as we kiss frantically. It’s needy and desperate.
“I’m gonna come in my pants like a teenager,” he utters as he takes a breath, and I tighten my grip on him and grind harder, seeing how far I can push him. He huffs a laugh and disengages himself.
He starts stripping his clothes off and I get lost watching him, seeing him uncover parts of himself with each layer. He stops while he still has his boxer briefs on and looks at me. He raises an eyebrow like I’ve been slacking somehow.
“You too, sweetheart,” he says, and I scramble to obey him and quickly undress.
I take off my glasses and lie back on the bed.
He crawls up the bed and hovers over me, then dips slightly to kiss me, and as he lifts back up I shuffle down the mattress until I’m lying directly under his cock.
I lift my head and lap at the precum beading at the tip.
He moans which is all the cue I need to go further, and I suck the end into my mouth.
I take my time with him, alternating between using my tongue round the head and then taking him as deep as I can go, allowing him to thrust and then pulling back to lick him and tease him.
A sweet song of softly spoken expletives accompanies me as I slurp and lick and suck at him.
His thighs start to shake and I double my efforts.
He thrusts hard, once, twice, and then he pulls back off me completely and sits on his heels.
“Nope, I wanna come inside you.” His voice is unsteady, and I feel some pride at least that he nearly lost it and gave in, even while I pout at him. I watch as he rises on unsteady legs to find some lube.
“Now it’s my turn.” He smiles, and I scoot back up the bed to give him room as he kneels between my legs.
I’ve never met anyone who enjoys prepping me the way he does, seemingly almost as much as he enjoys fucking me.
Previous partners either expected me to do it myself, which of course I can, or were perfunctory about it.
But Chase makes it an artform. He lies down to settle himself and then starts to kiss along my thighs.
He takes each one in turn, and when he reaches the top of my leg he pushes, so I bend my knees to give him access.
He hums as he gazes at my pucker. It used to make me feel uncomfortable and exposed, but that soon disappeared with the care he takes and the enjoyment he has.
I feel so at ease now that I tip my pelvis slightly and give a wiggle.
“Good,” he says in a voice so deep and dripping with authority that it travels up my spine and short circuits in my head.
I can be good for him. I flash him again and he growls, grabbing my hips and pulling me onto his tongue.
I wriggle with delight, as he knows all the ways to make me moan.
Then I hear the lube cap snap before a cold finger against my rim makes me gasp.
It’s not cold for long as he expertly pushes it in, taking his time.
He twists and thrusts before adding a second, and finally a third, while I writhe and almost buck off the bed every time he grazes across my bundle of nerves.
“You’re doing good, sweetheart.” There’s the praise again, and I give a little whine and nod at him.
“You look so beautiful fucking yourself on my fingers,” he croons, and I moan.
“Want your dick,” I pant out. “Want you to fill me.”
If he doesn’t soon, then it’ll be too late.
“Pleeease.” I’m not above begging at this point.
He grins and tears a condom packet with his teeth. I cry out as he takes his hand away, but he wastes no time sheathing his cock and coating it with lube. He puts his hands on my knees and pushes them up to my chest as he lines up with my hole and sinks into me.
He doesn’t go slow, which I’m thankful for.
Instead, he sets a fast pace, which I love.
“That’s it, fuck me hard,” I shout, and he increases the thrust. He gives a little grunt every time he bottoms out; it’s a sound I love to hear.
I reach for my own aching dick and palm it, squeezing the base so I can last longer.
Chase’s grunts become more feral sounding, which is enough to push me over the edge and my orgasm hits hard.
I ride the waves of it while Chase keeps going, finding his own release, which comes soon after.
He lets go of my legs and supports himself on his hands, though he doesn’t withdraw straight away.
Instead he looks down at me. He’s sweaty and panting but he looks exuberant and gorgeous.
He leans down and gently kisses my temple, my nose, and then my lips.
“Have I told you how perfect you are today?” he whispers. How am I supposed to answer a man who’s so sweet and tender after literally fucking me into the mattress. He’s the perfect one. I just reach up and put my arms round his neck, then pull him down onto me for another kiss.
“What are you reading?” Chase asks as he takes the sun lounger next to me. I flip the cover up to show him.
“Death on the Nile, a classic.”
“You can’t beat a Christie,” I reply matter-of-factly.
“Can’t argue with that.” I’m glad he agrees as I didn’t want to argue with him about it.
I’d win of course. I’d found the book, along with a few other Agatha Christies and a selection of books in the salon.
It had taken me four days for my brain to finally switch off.
While I understood Chase’s reasoning for bringing me out here, it took a while before I found I was truly able to accept it.
The farther away we got from work, in both time and distance, the more I was able to breathe.
He’s right of course, and I’m glad he’s not smug or condescending about it when I tell him so.
On the fifth day I found the books in the salon. I haven’t read a book just for pleasure at all in the last month, which shows just how wrapped up in work I’ve been. I’ve read two in the last three days.
“We’ll dock in just under two hours,” Chase says, and I put down my book and face him.
“Don’t laugh,” I say to pre-empt him and he just raises an eyebrow.
“But I’m kind of sad we’re going back.” I see him biting his lip, trying to keep at least a smile from showing, so I press on.
“Don’t get me wrong, I’m looking forward to getting back to work, and of course I’m worried that something major has happened while I’ve been away.
But this has been good, great in fact. Even amazing.
” That does get a smile from him, but I’ll allow it.
It has been wonderful, spending the days lounging on deck and having lazy sex in pretty much every cabin on the yacht, including on deck under the stars, and eating freshly caught fish prepared by his able but very discreet cabin crew.
“We can do this anytime you want, sweetheart. You know, we both have pretty flexible jobs. We could have a much longer trip. Work from here. The yacht has Wi-Yi, you know.”
“You’re saying I could have brought my laptop and worked after all?” I say with a mock screech. I follow it up with a grin, and Chase laughs and lowers himself onto my lounger, which we’ve already found out will hold two.
“How would you like to spend the last two hours?” he whispers and I pull him into a kiss.