I drop my head, close my mouth over hers, thrust my tongue between her lips, and kiss her. It’s a deep, long, demanding kiss. I suck on her tongue, draw from her, and she gives me what I need. She opens herself up and allows me to drink from her.
I scoop her up in my arms and stalk toward where my motorboat is moored. I step on, lower her to the floor next to me and start the engine. Keeping an arm around her, I steer us away from the jetty and toward my island. That’s when she sinks to her knees and lowers my zipper.
"Isla, what—" I gasp. She’s pulled out my cock and clamped her mouth around it. She grips my thighs, tilts her head, and swallows around my girth. Desire shoots up my spine. Lust slams into my chest like a ten-ton truck has crashed into me.
"Isla, what the fuck?"
In answer, she slides open my belt buckle, unbuttons my pants and massages my balls. Then she takes me down her throat. A groan rips from me and is torn away by the wind.
She gags around my girth, then swallows. Sensations zip out from the point of contact. My groin is so hard, it feels like that ten-ton truck is now strapped to my waist. I grip the wheel of the motorboat and give it full throttle. The vessel leaps forward, bouncing off the waves.
Each time we hit the water Isla seems to swallow me deeper. The hot wet column of her throat closes around my length. My groin hardens. My thigh muscles ripple. I groan, then widen my stance, giving her even more access. She releases my balls, only to slide her hands around to cup my butt. She squeezes and brings me closer still. She hums around my cock, and the vibrations bolt up my belly. My eyes cross. I’m sure I’ve died and gone to heaven.
I lower the speed of the boat and shut it off. In the silence that descends the wet plop of my dick as she allows it to slide to the rim of her mouth is like a thunderbolt. I release my hold on the wheel and clamp my fingers around her neck. "I’m going to fuck your mouth now."
She draws in a deep breath, but before she can speak, I’ve come through on my earlier promise. I wrap my fingers about the nape of her neck and gently pull her back, then forward. I slide down her throat in one smooth thrust. Tears flow from her eyes, and mascara streaks her cheeks. Saliva drools from the corners of her mouth, and I’ve never seen a more enticing picture. She grips my butt, and I begin to fuck her mouth in earnest. Each time I pull out, she gasps. I feed my cock to her, and she stares up at me. Those blue eyes of her are almost purple in this light.
"Touch yourself," I snap.
She instantly slides her hand under her dress. A groan boils up her mouth as she weaves her fingers in and out of her center. A quiver courses up her spine and the trembling that grips me seems to be a continuation of the same convulsion.
I speed up my movements, thrusting my cock in and out of her mouth. Her actions increase in intensity, mirroring the thud-thud-thud of my heart. The blood pounds in my ears, and my pulse rate jackknifes. Her back arches and her fingers dig into my hip. I pull out, then lunge forward and down her throat. My balls draw up. "Fuck, I’m coming, baby."
Her entire body jolts, and I shoot my load down her throat. My orgasm seems to go on and on, and she swallows it all down. A drop trickles down the side of her mouth. I scoop it up, pull out of her, drag her to her feet, and kiss her fiercely. Our teeth clash and our tongues meld. I taste myself and the sweeter, more delicate flavor of her, combined to form the kind of aphrodisiac that has my dick swelling again. I tear my mouth off of hers, chest heaving, sweat dripping down my temple.
She grips the front of my shirt and I lower my forehead to hers. We stay that way for a few seconds and she swallows. "That was—" she coughs. "That was—" She seems to be at a loss for words.
"Yeah." I kiss her nose, then her mouth. "I need to be inside you again."
18
Isla
We reach the island in minutes. There are men waiting at the pier to help dock the motorboat. Liam steps on shore, helps me out, then lifts me up in his arms again.
"I can walk," I protest.
"Humor me." He stalks up the pier toward the villa. Despite carrying me, he’s not even out of breath. I loop my arms about his neck and gaze up at him. The jut of his chin, those high cheekbones which I could cut myself on, the hooked nose, and those lips... Those pouty lips which should look so feminine, but conversely, seem to enhance the masculinity of his presence. "You really didn’t like the nightclub, huh?"
His hold about me tightens, and he speeds up until he’s almost running.
I cup his cheek, then rise up and press a kiss to the corner of his mouth. "You can trust me, Liam."
His jaw tics. His heartbeat increases in tempo. I flatten my palm into the skin on the left side of his chest. I nuzzle his cheek and feather kisses up his jawline to his nose. I bite down on his earlobe, and a growl rumbles up his chest. He reaches the villa, but instead of heading for the main door, takes a left turn. I smell the chlorine a second before he reaches the pool.
"What are you—?"
He steps off the edge and into the deep end. We sink down through the green and blue with the beams of the underwater lights slicing through the depths. His lips fix on mine, sharing his breath with me. He kicks back and then we’re rising, rising. We break through the surface. He pulls away, and I draw in a deep breath. Oxygen rushes through my lungs. My eyesight focuses, and all of my senses seem to sharpen. I hold onto his shoulders as we tread water. "Those are brand new Jimmy Choo's," I cry.
"I’ll buy you a roomful more."
"You’re crazy," I gasp.
"You’re beautiful."
I laugh. "You really are off your rocker, Kincaid."
"And I can’t get enough of you."