12. Cooper
12
COOPER
I carried Renée into the surf.
I had stopped licking her breasts long enough to get us to the water without dropping us both on our asses. She had her legs wrapped around me and I could feel my dick hitting her in a really interesting place.
I had condoms in my shorts pocket which I had left up on the beach. Damnit. Okay, so no fucking in the water. There were other ways to get her off that didn’t require me to be suited up for cave diving.
Hearing about her parents—the little she’d told me—explained a lot. No wonder she was vulnerable with a hard outer shell. They probably did a total mind fuck on her while she was growing up. No matter how bad my parents had been, at least I’d been allowed to have a pet, and hobbies. I had been allowed to pursue a lot of things—they just didn’t believe I’d ever be successful in any of them. Religion never entered into the arrangement.
For the next twenty-four hours I was going to make sure that she knew that she was beautiful and sexy. Desirable. For more reasons than she had paid for it.
I mean she had.
An odd thought popped into my head that I swatted away. The words man whore kept circling my brain.
Maybe I was. Wouldn’t be the first time I’d used sex as a business transaction. Though at the time, it had been to secure a place on the Putnam Pirates minor league team. As soon as the affair with the owner’s wife came to light, I was let go.
So much for screwing my way to success. Wasn’t the last team I was fired from. Not even the worst incident.
I took us out to about waist height on me. The water came up to just under Renée’s luscious tits. I let her slide down my legs to stand in the bottom. I fell back with my arms spread wide and floated away.
“This water is amazing.” The warmth of it was like bath water. No pollution or anything else to detract from the experience. Just me and a beautiful, naked woman enjoying the surf. Add a cooler of beer and the day would have been perfection.
Renée followed my lead and lay back, letting the water lift her up to float along the surface. “I don’t think I’ve been this relaxed in a long time.”
Yeah, I didn’t imagine so.
“With your money, don’t you think it’s a priority to make time for relaxation? Hell, if I had your cash, I’d take some time off at least once a month.”
She looked over at me with an expression caught somewhere between embarrassment and shame. “I run an international business. There’s no time to take off and go do whatever.”
“You’re doing so now,” I pointed out.
“Yes, but I was pretty much pushed into it.”
“Oh, yeah? Who did the pushing?” I floated a bit closer to her.
Another frown. “That inner voice that warns you that you’re hanging on by your fingernails.”
“Ha!” I couldn’t help my explosion of laughter. “I know that voice. Hate that guy.”
Instead of looking offended, she smiled wide. “Yes, she’s a bitch.”
Hearing her cuss, even that much made me smile in return. Oh, yeah, she had loosened up quite a bit in the past twenty-four hours.
I splashed water at her. She came up sputtering, and then launched herself at me, taking me under the water. I had enough time to hold my breath, and I put my arms around her, executing a perfect gator roll.
When we came up again, she pushed her wet hair out of her face. “You could have drowned me.”
“Hey, you’re the one who jumped on me.” I picked her up by the waist and carried her up to the waterline where surf met sand.
Carefully, I placed her on the ground then followed her down, looking into her face. Goddamn, she looked incredible totally wet, no makeup, and covered in sand. My breath caught and chest constricted as I gazed into her eyes.
No way was I falling for her.
Not Renée “Charlatan” Palmer.
Her mouth softened as she stared back at me. Her lips parted.
Then I lowered myself over her and took her mouth, kissing her deeply until I was so full of her taste, I felt like my heart would burst.
She wound her arms around my back and caressed the length of my spine. My cock was at twelve o’clock and ready to sink into her again. Damn clothes were too far away to do anything about it. Sad, but I didn’t want to move to go get one of the condoms from my pocket. Moving meant leaving her and I didn’t want to waste a moment of what might be an interesting time.
Hey, she had started touching me, which was progress from yesterday. At least unprompted touching.
“Roll over,” she whispered.
Thinking I had crushed her in my need to be close to her, I moved over so my chest was no longer on her.
“On your back.”
I looked at her then did as asked. She had a sexy, tussled look to her with a sexy glint in her eyes.
She knelt beside me and took my dick in her hand.
Whoa!
All right, I hadn’t expected that. She rubbed me up and down a few times. I wanted to tell her to hold me tighter. I wasn’t going to break— much. Before I had the chance she bent over and ran her tongue along the tip of my cock.
“Oh, yeah.”
What followed was the clumsiest, most inexperienced attempt at giving head I’d ever been on the receiving end. But I wasn’t about to complain or make her feel bad. Renée Fucking Palmer was sucking my dick, and I loved it. If not in technique, then most definitely in theory.
If we had longer to spend than the remaining hours of this getaway then I’d teach her how to do it right. On the other hand, I didn’t want any other guy to be the recipient of my expert teaching.
No matter what, bad head was better than none. At least she had enough common sense to keep the sharp edges of her teeth to a minimum.
Then she did something unexpected and ran her finger to the underside of my balls and I had to keep from nutting in her face.
All right, she might not be a lost cause in the area of fellatio after all.