“You’re pretty amazing yourself.”
We stare at one another for a minute, and I know he understands how badly I needed to just lose control.
“Where are you from, Alice?” he asks, kissing my collarbone.
“Seattle.”
“Why are you here?”
“I’m on a cruise. We came to this port last night. I came out this way for a fishing trip this morning but I missed it.”
“When does the boat leave?”
“Not until 8 o’clock.”
He looks at the clock on the wall.
“We have nine hours then. That’s what you’re saying?” He raises a brow, making a decision. “No one is going to wonder where you are?”
“Not today. Today I get to do what I want.”
“With who you want.”
I smile. “Exactly.”
“So, what are your plans for the rest of the day?” he asks.
“You.”
With that, he rolls me to my back, takes off his condom and tells me it’s time we get to work on my fantasies.Chapter FiveShe says she’s from Seattle, but damn, it seems like she’s from another world.
I ask her if she’s ready to touch my cock, and she tells me she is.
“When you came in me,” she says, “I imagined tasting your come. I want to suck you; I want you in my mouth.”
Her words alone could get me off.
And a few minutes later, when I’m on my back and she straddles me, her head bent down, her mouth wide open, her throat fucking full, I know I’m a lucky bastard.
When she sits down on me, I grab her hips and still her. And then I start licking her perfect pussy, tasting how fucking sweet she is.
It doesn’t take her long to start dripping, she’s so fucking wet; her cunt a waterfall. I lick her slit up and down, my tongue fucking her like there’s no tomorrow. And she sucks me off too, my cock so hard against her. She tentatively begins to massage my shaft as she sucks; to fondle my balls as she moves her head up and down.
I’m gonna come so fast, and so is she--and I don’t want this blow job to end. I could lick her cunt all day long. When my tongue flicks against her, over and over again, she can’t contain her excitement.
Her entire body trembles as she comes hard against me. I kiss her pussy lips as she climaxes and after she does, like the good girl she is, she keeps sucking me until my come spurts into her mouth, until my seed is sliding down her throat, until we’re both fucked out of our minds.
And then we go for seconds.
Then thirds.
Eventually, though, we work ourselves to exhaustion.
“Come here,” I tell her, pulling her close to me in the bed. We’re both completely naked, and I savor the way her flesh feels against mine. I pull her on top of me, wanting to memorize the way she feels against me, her tits pressed against my chest, her swollen pussy against my groin. I wrap my arms around her, running my hands over her ass.
“We can sleep for a bit while our clothes dry,” I tell her. “Then we can get some food before you have to go. Sound good?”
She purrs a yes, then curls up against me and closes her eyes. It’s like she’s a little kitten who had her milk, licked the cream from her lips, and now needs a cat nap.A few hours later we’re sitting in the bar that all the locals frequent. Chum is at my feet, and the bartender, Grady comes around the bar and pats his back like he’s as much a regular as I am.
When Grady grabs a stainless steel bowl and fills it halfway up with beer, Alice’s eyes get wide but she doesn’t say anything. When Chum starts lapping it up, I can’t help but laugh.
“Thanks, Grady. But I’m not sure he deserves a treat today. He knocked Alice here in the water. Almost drowned the poor thing.”
Grady frowns worriedly. “Glad you’re okay.”
Alice thanks him. “I’m just glad Aiden was here to rescue me. It was terrifying.”
Grady raps his knuckles on the bar, “That’s the kind of man Aiden is. Always having someone else’s back.”
Alice looks at me with surprise.
“What?” I ask, pulling back with a smirk. “Surprised I’m known around here as a nice guy?”
She shakes her head as if embarrassed.
“No, any man who has a dog following him around like Chum follows you can’t be all bad.”
Grady leaves to serve another customer and I ask Alice what she’d like to drink.
“Umm, Pinot Grigio?” Her voice is tentative and I see her tense her shoulders up, out of place. I shake my head no.
“Why not?” she asks as if not realizing a place like this doesn’t serve fancy-ass white wine.
That’s when I get a better look at her. When we met, she was soaking wet and half-drowned, but now that her clothes are dry and she’s attempted to put herself back together, I see the diamond earrings she wears and the fine cashmere sweater she has under her raincoat. She has on rain boots, but the label says, HUNTER. Even I know that her waterproof footwear is high-end.