by Sara Hazel
“It’s a long story, and if you’re already not feeling good, I don’t want to add to your stress.”
“Ok,” she whispers.
I kneel before her and take her hands in mine.
“Juliann, you are a special girl, and you know when I said you were my girlfriend the other day, I meant it. That’s what I want you to be.”
“How could you want me like that though, Zack? Really. Look at me.”
“I do look at you. As often as I can. And I love what I see.”
“Ok,” she says. “I’m giving in. I’ll go home with you tonight.”
“Perfect,” I reply. “But we’re not gonna go straight back to my place. I want to show you something. Have you ever seen a sunrise from a houseboat?”
“I’ve never even been on a houseboat. Is that a thing in Chicago, really?”
“It is. I’ve got a friend who keeps his houseboat docked at Montrose Harbor, and he gave me the key. I like to sneak onto it now and then to meditate. But there’s a chance we might have to answer some questions from the cops that patrol the harbor at night.”
“Um, cops. Why? You have a key to this boat.”
“I do. But there’s been a few times where I’ve been stopped and I had to call my friend and have him explain that it was ok for me to be on his boat when he’s not there. A few cops said it looked like I was breaking in.”
“Your friend doesn’t really own a houseboat, does he?”
“He absolutely does! Geez, Jules, don’t you trust me?” I tease her.
“I do trust you…for the most part. But there are a few things about you. I don’t know. You look like trouble, Zack. You’re the kind of man my mama would tell me to stay far away from. She’d say you had that look in your eye like you were just out to bed as many young women as you possibly could. And I would not entirely disagree with her assessment, especially in light of my conversations with Francesca. Maybe you’re honest, and your reputation is undeserved. But you do look the part, at the very least.”
I laugh. “Come on, sweetie pie. You’ve lived a sheltered life. It’s time you had some real danger in it. I’ve got your back, always. What do you say? Trust me, despite my undeserved reputation.”
She stretches her arms out towards me. I take her hands and we get back on our feet.
“Ok, but let me change first. And if I regret this, I’m adding it to the list of reasons why I should not become your official girlfriend.”
“That’s fair. But you already are my official girlfriend as far as I’m concerned.”
“Whatever you say, Chef.”
“You’re finally learning,” I reply.
We both burst into laughter, and it feels so damn good.
Chapter Seven
Juliann
*
My heart thuds against my chest as Zack squeezes my hand tight and leads me through the harbor to his friend’s boat. It’s not a very big boat, but it does look like a small house is on top of it. I’ve never seen one up close before. There is little light though as I watch Zack hop onto the boat.
Then he turns back towards me and holds his hands out.
“You can do it, sweetie pie,” he says. “I have faith in you.”
I look over my shoulder and see a light flashing in the distance. Is it the cops?
I turn back towards him. “I don’t think we should do this,” I say softly. “I’m too young to go to jail for life.”
He bursts into laughter. “You are such a funny girl, Juliann. Come on. Get your butt onto this boat with me.”
I take his hands and let him help me onto the boat. The damn thing rocks back and forth as I get on and makes me worry it’s gonna tip over. I know it won’t, but it’s an irrational fear. I am not that good on the water, even though we’re not going out farther into the lake than the dock.
“If we do get arrested, you’re paying for my bail and my lawyer.”
“Deal. When we get arrested, that is what I will do.”
“What do you mean when?” I ask. “You talk about it like it’s going to happen for sure.”
“It is someday. If not today then some other time! Stick with me, beautiful. You’ll have all kinds of adventures.”
He pulls me against his hard body and just holds me. When Zack does things like that it really puts it in my mind that he’s the one and I should have no fear at all about it.
Still, Francesca’s warnings flash through my head and remind me that maybe my relationship with Zack will be over by this time next month. Maybe he’ll find another girl to call beautiful or hold against him like this. Maybe it’s just his way.
“I can’t stop thinking about Francesca,” I say with a sigh. “She was really trying to warn me to stay away from you.”
“Francesca will be fine. You’re here with me right now. Focus on the present — we’re here, I’ve got you, and I’m never letting you go.”
“Ok,” I whisper. “I trust you.”
His kiss comes fast and hard, electrifying my lips. As he kisses me his hands wander down my sides and rest on my waist — the spot that when he touches me there, it makes me feel like the sexy woman that I believe he thinks I am.
Light sweeps past from somewhere in the distance, but I’m not worried about the cops anymore. I’m standing safely on this houseboat with the man I’m pretty sure that I love. I can’t say that yet to him, but I feel my love growing every second we spend together. It’s the kind of love that you sense in every part of your body. Whenever the other person is around, you just lift — that seems like the right word. He makes my heart and spirit lift in every possible way.
Zack hikes up the sundress that I’m wearing as his tongue eagerly twirls around mine. I pull away from our kiss, and giggle.
“Come on, mister. We can’t do this on the deck all night. We might get arrested for indecent exposure.”
“Show yourself to the world, Jules. Be free,” he replies.
“You don’t have the key, do you?” I ask.
I’m really getting the sense that he just made up that whole story about his friend’s houseboat and this boat belongs to someone Zack has never met!
“Of course I have the key,” he says firmly.
“Surrrre.”
“Ok. I lied to you,” he says.
“I figured!”
I put my hands on my hips and glare at him even though it’s too dark for him to fully see the look on my face.
“This isn’t my friend’s boat.”
Yep. There it is. Just as I thought. My heart begins to pound again.
“Zack, we could really get in trouble here. For real. I can’t believe you took me out here to some stranger’s boat and —”
“Sweetie pie, I have the key in my pocket. This is my boat. I made up that whole story to give you a sense of danger and excitement. It worked, didn’t it?”
“Bless your heart!” I exclaim a bit too loudly.
He chuckles. “Oh, my god. Your accent really came out on that one. It’s always there, but that was probably the strongest I’ve heard it yet.”
I hear his keys rattle around as he unlocks the door. He flips the light on and waves me inside.
“Bless your dear heart,” I reply as my accent once again comes out to play. “You are lucky I am not a fighter, or I might find something to throw at you right now, Chef.”
“I thought we were past the chef phase by now. I might be your chef, but I’m also your boyfriend.”
I look around the small cabin. There’s a mini kitchen, a table with a chair, and a big comfy looking bed. He spared no expense on the bed, that’s for sure.
“Boyfriend, huh? I don’t know about that. I think you’ve just brought me to your love next where you deflower one innocent girl after another.”
“You’re the only one I’ve ever deflowered,” he replies.
“Is that so?” I ask as I sit down on the bed and lie back. It’s even softer than it looked.
“It is. All of my exes
were quite experienced. Some even more than me. I learned a lot from the more experienced ones.”
“I don’t want to hear what you learned from them!”
“You benefit from it,” he replies. “Enough talking though. Take off your clothes.”
“Oh, you’re getting awfully demanding now.”
“I said take off your clothes, sweetie pie.”
I like this side of him. Demanding Zack is very sexy…
“What will happen if I say no?” I reply.
“Nothing,” he replies. “Nothing at all. But I guarantee you’ll regret having said no when you feel how hard I am right now. I’ll make sure to poke you with it all night.”
“I bet you’ll do that every night anyway,” I reply.
“You’re right. I will. But take your clothes off, anyway.”
“Yes, Chef. Whatever you say, Chef.”
“Now you’ve got it. Good girl,” he says in a low growl as he undoes his jeans.
Once his jeans are all the way off, I focus on the bulge in his underwear. He’s right. I would regret not doing something with that…
I sit up and Zack comes to help me remove my dress. I raise my arms into the air, and he pulls it off my body. He quickly removes my bra next.
“Ok. Now you’re going to get up, face the wall, put your hands up against it, and spread your legs.”
“But this bed is so comfortable!”
“That’s cute that you thought I brought you here to have sex on the bed,” he replies. “But no, I’ve got something else in mind.”
“Something I’m going to love, I think,” I reply.
“Exactly. Now do as you’re told.”
“Yes, Chef.”
I face the wall of the small room, and press my hands against it as directed. When I spread my legs slightly apart, Zack yanks my panties down to my knees. I am tingling all over and soaking for him as the anticipation builds. How long will he make me wait? I have no idea, and that just adds to my excitement.
He comes around to my side and presses his mouth to my ear. “Tell me what you want,” he says softly.
It’s a simple request. But one that stirs all my conflicted feelings up at once. Do I want to be a good girl and tell him to take me soft and slow? Or do I want to be fucked hard against the wall of this boat? Anyone nearby will certainly hear my screams if he takes me too hard.
But being able to tell him exactly what I want is a new kind of freedom for me. I don’t have to be a good girl anymore. I’ve broken my promise to myself to stay innocent, so I might as well go all out now and enjoy every second of letting Zack use me.
Yes, use me. Part of me wants him to use me. It’s the very thing I’m afraid he might be doing, but it also turns me on. It feels so wrong to want this, but also totally delicious. So delicious it makes my mouth water.
“Are you too shy to say it? Last time you were very open about what you wanted. Now you’ve lost your voice. What can I do to make you talk?” He says into my ear.
My voice trembles along with my body. “I—I want you to—fuck me. Bare. I want nothing between us. It’s what I’ve wanted so much. I know it’s risky, but I don’t care.”
“It’s not risky. If you get pregnant, I’ll take care of you,” he assures me. “I would love to watch you giving birth to my babies. Nothing would give me greater joy in this world than to know that you were going to be their mother. I find it very sexy,” he says. “But just know that I will always take care of you, Juliann. I can’t hide my desire for you anymore. I love you.”
Uh oh. He’s said it. And now I feel it rising in my own throat. I want to say it too. I do love him. It’s so fast, but I do. How can I restrain myself? I can’t — not a moment longer.
“I love you too,” I whisper.
He moves behind me again and kisses my shoulder. His lips then move down one side of my back very carefully and then back up the other side. If he’s using me he’s sure doing it in a very loving way.
My thighs are quivering so hard right now. I just have this surge of energy rushing through me and I’m not sure that I can handle it. Am I strong enough? Or maybe Zack is strong enough for the both of us? I take a deep breath and prepare to surrender myself to him. Yes, that’s what I want right now — to give myself to him completely with no expectations beyond this moment. Even if this is the longest our love lasts, it will have been worth it.
His hands are on my waist again as he kisses the small of my back. Another shudder ripples through me. He has such power over me, and that’s how I like it.
“I love you, but you can fuck me as hard as you want,” I whisper.
“What was that, sweetie pie?”
“Fuck me as hard as you want too. I’m yours. You can do whatever you want to me. I want you to fill me. I need every inch of you inside of me and I need to feel you explode inside me. Please don’t make me wait too long.”
Zack chuckles before planting another kiss on the small of my back. I feel as if he’s going to toy with me now. I’m a plaything, alright. A sweet plaything. His. Only his. I’ll never be anyone else’s. I’ll never want to be.
A finger reaches up and glides slowly up and down my wet slit. I arch my neck and body backwards as Zack settles his lips right on the top of the crack of my butt. A very naughty spot as far as I’m concerned, and very sensitive too.
“Everything about you is perfect, Juliann. I’ve never had that experience with anyone before you. Not even my ex-wife. You’re special.”
He makes me feel like I’m the most beautiful woman in his world. I know it can’t be true, but I revel in it nonetheless. I feel the boat rock gently and I’m reminded that we’re on the water right now. My heart drops into my stomach and flips around. Not because I’m dizzy from the gentle rocking, but because I just can’t handle the wait anymore.
“Take me, please,” I beg.
He kisses both of my cheeks — every inch of them and then glides his lips down my left leg. This is going to take a while, I can tell. He’s enjoying every spot to the fullest.
Maybe this is what it’s like to be someone’s goddess.
I have no idea what his intentions are right now. Will he continue to go this slow or will he give me the knee-shaking pleasure that I crave?
Now his touch gives me goosebumps and makes my body spasm with urgent need. “Ahhhhh, oh my God, please! Please!”
His finger traces my pussy lips. He makes the briefest of contact with my clit, and I think that alone might send me over the edge.
He wraps one arm around my waist and pulls me into him. And there it is, of course. His hard bare cock. Ready for me, and wet with pre-cum. It lies in an upward position and slides up my crack. But I can feel his desire leaking out all over me and it makes me so wet I can’t stand it.
“Fuck me! Come on, Zack! Please!”
“Patience, sweet girl. You’ll have me soon enough. You can always have me whenever you want. But for tonight, I’m going to enjoy hearing you beg for it.”
The boat rocks gently, and I moan as he continues his slow slide up and down against my skin.
“You are so wet, baby,” he whispers in my ear.
“I know I am!” I exclaim.
He just chuckles into my ear and continues making me wait. Making me wait until I feel that wait in my bones. Feel it so much I am hyperventilating and shaking from too much arousal. My breath is short and I let out a long groan.
“You really know how to make a girl want you.”
“And you don’t think I want you, sweetie pie? Can’t you feel it? This is what you do to me. You make me so excited that I can’t contain myself. This is an exercise in patience for me too. I am dying to have your tight little pussy wrapped around me. But I need to learn control so I can take you properly.”
“You already take me properly,” I protest.
But it’s no use. Zack is drawing this one out, and with each passing second, I swear I can feel more of his pre-cum sliding across my skin. It’s
just a taste of what I’ll have when he finally lets go inside of me, and I get what I’ve been dying for since the beginning — the feeling of him erupting inside me. Zack Elliot makes all good sense and logic fly out the window for me. He makes me crave danger and excitement — except that part about how we’re gonna get arrested together someday. That I’m not too sure about…
Zack
*
This is what I’ve been waiting for —
The moment I can feel Juliann wrapped bare around me. My cock throbs in anticipation of this powerful event as I just glide it between her cheeks.
Juliann whimpers as I guide my cock to her lips.
“Tell me that you’re my girl,” I command her. This above all else is what I want to hear from her. I want to know that she’s mine forever and I’ll always feel like her this. No other woman will do. She’s the one I never thought could actually exist. Even when I was married, I didn’t think Antonia was necessarily “the one”. I didn’t believe in that stuff. But now it’s like my inner fire has been lit for the first time in my life — lit by the presence of the woman I know will change my life forever.
“I’m your girl,” she whispers. “Always.”
There it is. The sweetest sound I’ve ever heard. Right now nothing else matters but our connection.
I jerk my tip across her soaking slit. She releases her hands from the wall and falls gently backwards into me. I wrap my free hand around her middle and pull her against me.
“You were supposed to keep your hands on the wall, sweet girl,” I growl.
“I’m — I’m sorry.”
“I’m just teasing you. No apologies necessary. I’ll hold on to you instead. It’s better that way.”
“Mmmmm,” she replies in agreement.
She wiggles her ass against my crotch. My patience has run out.
I push her onto my shaft and hold her tight as I bottom out. We both groan with pleasure at the same time. A loud and satisfying groan from both of us. Clearly, this sensation of no longer having anything between us has been desired by us both. Her warmth and wetness soaks my cock as I move inside of her. I wrap my other arm around her as I thrust.