Branson takes my hand in his and leads me through the marina. Waves lap gently at the sides of the wooden dock as we reach a large boat. Yacht? Whatever, it’s huge.
“Does it have to be so big? A couple hours ago I would have said you were compensating for something,” I tease, watching him step onto the tail end. He holds out a hand to help me aboard.
“And now?” He grins devilishly as I take his hand and hop onto the deck.
“And now, I’d say the boat is an accurate representation of your… charms.”
Branson laughs out loud, pulling me close. “It’s my family’s, but I’ll be damned if I’m driving all the way back to Sugar Creek tonight. I’m not wasting time with you.”
Our breaths rise between us in soft puffs of condensation. His eyes roam my face as his fingers stroke along my neck. His thumb drags over my lower lip. A long moment passes between us, my heart pounding in my chest. This feels… different. Special.
In the heavy atmosphere of the club, it was easy to think of this as sex for fun. Just sex. But standing here, just the two of us, I can’t ignore the way my heart beats with his touch. Overwhelming longing rises in my chest, swelling and squeezing until I can barely breathe. Branson presses his forehead to mine, closing his eyes.
“Alex—” My name is a ragged whisper on his lips. “I know what I said at the restaurant, but I don’t think I can let you go.”
“Good,” I say breathlessly, heart racing. “I think you might break my heart if you did.”
Branson shakes his head and brushes a soft kiss over my lips. “Never.”
I kiss him back, letting him catch my lip. He nips at it so sweetly my heart nearly cracks.
Winding my arms around his neck, I run my hands through his hair. Branson groans, his hands slipping into my open coat. A warm palm caresses my lower back and the yearning heat in my soul blossoms. All I can think about is being as close to him as physically possible. The clothes keeping us apart are unbearable. I fight my way out of my coat, shedding it on the deck of the boat.
“Hang on,” Branson laughs against my mouth. He pushes me backward toward the cabin, throwing open a door and backing me through it. He turns his attention to a little panel, flipping a switch and fiddling with the temperature. Dim lights illuminate a cozy interior. I’d call it modest, but I’m not sure you can call any boat with a full-size sofa and a thermostat modest.
And then all thoughts of the boat evaporate. Branson leans down, lips trailing along my neck. His hands roam over me, one grabbing my ass and hauling me against his front, the other tunneling into my hair and tugging to get better access to my neck. I push his coat off his shoulders, shoving it down his arms and going for the buttons on his shirt.
I only get half of them undone before Branson pushes my hands aside. There’s a ripping sound and a button pings against a window. I cup the hard-on straining the front of his pants, rubbing the outline with my palm.
“Fuck, you’re so big,” I whisper, my toes curling at the thought of him inside me. “I want to feel you.”
Branson lets out a growling moan, pulling my dress over my head. He makes quick work of my bra and tosses me onto a pile of cushy pillows. There’s a bed under here somewhere and I bounce on the covers, but I’m too focused on his hands to care. He kneels between my legs, fingers stroking the outline of my thigh tattoo lovingly.
He lowers his face, eyes focused on mine until I can feel hot breath through my panties. He brushes his nose over the fabric. His eyes close and look of tortured pleasure on his face makes my breath catch. Branson pulls my panties down my hips and I bring my legs up, letting him get them all the way off. The second the fabric is out of the way, his hands are on my inner thighs, spreading them wide. He laps at my pussy, his tongue hot and slick.
“Christ, you taste so good,” he groans, flicking at my clit. I’m trembling, my hands buried in his hair.
He pushes a finger into me, and I nearly come off the bed. Pleasure washes over me, muffling reality. Branson eats me out like it’s an Olympic sport and he’s aiming for a gold medal. My legs shake, but he doesn’t slow down. He draws my clit between his lips and does something with his tongue and I can’t take it anymore.
I push the top of his head back and level a stare at him as I pant, “If you don’t fuck me right now, I’m going to die.”
Branson gives me the biggest shit-eating grin I’ve ever seen in my life. He stands, shucking his pants and retrieving a condom from his pocket. I watch, breathless as he tears it open, and rolls it over his length. “Stop licking your lips like that, Alex,” he warns, climbing over me. He slips an arm under my shoulders, his free hand caressing my cheek as I reach down, wrapping my hand around him.
He’s heavy and warm and when I drag my hand along the veins, he sucks a breath through his teeth. “That feels so good, baby.” Branson moves his hips, the tip of his cock pressing against my entrance. Breath stutters out of my parted lips as he sinks into me. Slowly. Sooo slowly. He’s so hard and thick, the sensation of being filled is overwhelming. I cling to his shoulders, my fingers digging into his muscles for dear life.
Branson cradles my body to his, rocking deeper and deeper until I’m stretched around him like a glove. He presses his forehead to mine, his breathing shallow. “So fucking perfect,” he whispers, hooking an arm under my knee and bringing it to my shoulder.
“Oh, my God. Yes. Yes. Give me that pussy,” he grunts as he thrusts deeper, harder, filling me until I’m crying out.
“Fuck… that’s it, Alex. Oh, my God… you’re squeezing me so good, baby. You’re gonna come all over my dick, aren’t you?” Branson grips my chin, powering into me. “Aren’t you? Say it, Alex.”
“I love your dick,” I gasp, body shaking. “I’m gonna come—gonna come—all over it.”
His lips pull back and he grits his teeth. “Squeeze that pussy and show me how much you love that dick.”
My muscles contract, my body shaking. “God, that’s it,” he growls, hips jerking as he stares deep into my eyes. “Give me that pussy. Fuck. You’re going to make me come. Do it, Alex, come on. Come with me.Come.”
I’m so close I can’t control the shudders rolling through my body. One second, I’m staring up into Branson’s eyes, babbling pleas and whimpers spilling out of my lips. The next, I’m a boneless heap of raw pleasure. I can’t see. I can’t hear. I can’t move. Nothing exists except for absolute, mind-numbing ecstasy and the answering groan vibrating in Branson’s chest as he empties himself inside me.