Chapter 10 #3
Will we? I’m used to worrying more. But I’m being optimistic where Tony isn’t, as if I’m filling in a gap he’s leaving.
In the bathroom later, preparing to brush my teeth, I notice the toothbrushes have been moved.
They’re in plastic cups. A blue and white on one side of the sink, and a blue and white on the other, white toward the center on both sides, all against the mirror, the same distance apart.
I hold my thumb in the space. It’s an inch.
I throw one of Caspian’s T-shirts on the bed to use for a nightgown. When I close the drawer, I notice the same thing I noticed in the bathroom. The drawer’s been rearranged to be symmetrical.
“Oh, Tony,” I say as I close it.
I go back out to the main cabin. The situation hasn’t changed. He has nothing. No bank account he can access from here, no trading account, no mature 401K to pull from.
What he does have is really nice hands, and a way of pressing his lips between his teeth that makes them pinker and wetter when they’re released. What he also has eyes—behind those sexy glasses—that are so sharp, I’m cut open when they land on me.
“You know I’m going to figure this out, right?”
“Caspian was pretty confident, so I am too.” I touch the back of his neck. He shudders a little.
“The branch with my box is still open.” He runs his fingertips along the length of my arm.
“Mm-hm.”
“I need ID first.”
“We need to get this job, then we can take care of your business.”
He turns toward me, pulling my arm down. “Do you have any business I can take care of?”
“Not if you’re sleeping on the kitchen table.”
He kisses me, pulling my arm so I come around him and land in a straddle.
“You can sleep here with me.” He shifts, grabbing my hips and moving me so I can feel his erection between my legs. “I can make you come like this, you know.”
“Big talk.”
Reaching under my sundress, he grabs my ass, moving me along his length.
“You doubt my skills?”
“I don’t want you to make a mess in Caspian’s pants.”
“Now you’re challenging my control.”
My clit catches the shape of his head and I jolt. “Again.”
We do that again and it feels so good I throw my head back and ride the shape of him. He wrestles his hands up the front of my dress and grabs my breasts, pulling me forward. My head rests on his shoulder.
“You feel so good,” he grinds the words out as if he’s holding back.
“You…” He feels good too, but I’m too close to make words.
“Your face.” He pushes me off his shoulder and holds my jaw with his hand. “Show me how you look when I make you come.” With his free hand, he pushes me down against him. “That’s right. God, you’re so beautiful. Show me.”
With one last grind, my body shudders and I release.
“Thank you,” I gasp.
He kisses me in reply. This kiss isn’t as careful or thoughtful as the ones before. This kiss is hungry. It’s needy. His dick is still rock-hard under the sweatpants.
“Cas is going to have to get over the mess,” he says. “You’re too fucking hot.”
“Is that what you want?”
“I want to get inside you.”
“Then let’s go.”
I unstraddle myself and lead him into the guest cabin. He latches the door. I pull off my sundress, and when it lands on the floor, the screwdriver makes a clonking sound.
“I should put this away.” I get it out of the pocket.
Tony already has his shirt off. He’s fit and slim. Hard in the arms and shoulders. Tight where the sandy hair on his chest turns into an arrow that runs beneath his waistband.
“No.” He takes the screwdriver gently and lays it on the shelf beside the bed. “I want him to know I’m treating you right.”
“You sure?”
“Unless you mind.”
“I don’t if you don’t.”
“Good.” He shucks off the sweatpants. His dick already has a bead of precum at the tip. “Madame.”
He holds his hand out to the bed. I sit. He stands in front of me, and before he can say anything else, I have his dick in my mouth. He groans and knots his fingers in my hair, then he grinds out another holding-back groan and yanks me off.
“Protection,” he gasps. “I don’t want you to—”
“Say no more.” I lean over to my toiletry kit, rustle out a condom, and put it on him. Then I wiggle out of my underwear.
“Lie back, beautiful.”
When I do, he pulls my legs wide open and opens my lips with his thumbs, exposing me completely. I don’t know what he’s thinking about, and I don’t care. All I know is, he’s not fucking me.
“Tony, please.”
“I want you to be ready.” He runs his thumbs in my seam evenly on each side of my clit and back down to my opening.
“I’m ready,” I plead.
Holding me open, he maneuvers his dick right in the center, then forward. Halfway in, he stops and looks to the side. “Fuck.”
I think, for a moment, that he’s going to come right then. Instead, he thrusts forward with everything, burying himself deep inside me before he fucks me in earnest.
My right leg drops, and he picks it up. When the left leg goes a little wider than the other, he grabs both my knees and spreads me evenly, pushing hard and deep, holding my legs steady.
His dick is starting to pulse when I come around him.
I buck against his grip so hard, I swear I created a storm at sea.