Scott strained against the restraints, but when they held fast, he spread his legs wider. “I want you to suck me. I want to see your eyes when you take my cock into that sweet mouth of yours. But even more, I want to watch you play with your pussy while you do it.”
That was specific. And one of the sexiest demands she’d ever heard. Positioning herself between his legs, she wrapped one hand around the base of his shaft while sliding her free hand down her belly to the apex of her thighs. She heard his sharp intake of breath before lowering her mouth to the engorged head.
She slurped up the syrup coating him, noting with each pass of her tongue that his breathing became more ragged and his body stiffened. She peeked up at him to see that his fingers were curling into fists and his facial features were contorted into a mixture of frustration and bliss.
Once the last of the chocolate had been cleaned away, she deep throated him, finding the girth of his cock against her throat a turn on. His hips jerked in response, and he muttered a curse. His declaration sent a wave of arousal to her already wet opening. She shifted her knees farther apart and slid a finger into her aching depths. It was almost embarrassing how wet she was—and he hadn’t even touched her yet.
“You’re wet, aren’t you?”
“Mmm-hmm.” She sucked hard on the upstroke before meeting his gaze. “Very.”
“Is this turning you on?”
“Yes.” She rolled her tongue around the tip of his cock, while giving her clit a gentle rub. Pleasure shot from the tiny nub to the center of her core, and it was all she could do to keep from gasping at the intensity. She fought the urge to close her eyes. This could quite possibly be the hottest sexual encounter she’d ever had and she was eternally grateful it was with the one man who accepted her for who she was.
“I want to taste you. I love how sweet your body is,” he said on a moan when she sucked the length of him again.
A devilish idea formed in Charity’s lust-filled mind. She wasn’t ready to let him up yet, but that didn’t mean she couldn’t reward him for being good. Sliding her finger deeper, her vaginal muscles clamped with unbridled need. She withdrew and pushed forward again, this time unable to keep her eyes open. There were no words to describe the feel of his hot cock in her mouth while she played with her pussy.
Her nerve endings were frayed, ready to snap at any moment, and all she wanted was to make this moment last. She wondered what he would do if she brought herself to orgasm before untying him. Would he be disappointed? Would he be excited?
With great effort, she withdrew her hand from between her legs and rose to her knees, already missing the feel of his erection in her mouth. A smile tugged at the corners of her lips as she brought her fingers to his lips. Her heart hammered in her chest when he sucked at her fingertips, licking away every bit of her juices before releasing a groan.
“Untie one of my hands, baby.” She narrowed her eyes in suspicion and he grinned. “I promise to be a bad boy.”
Not sure what he had in mind, she untied his left hand and sat back on her heels to watch him flex his fingers before adjusting his head on the pillows.
“Much better. Why don’t you sit between my knees?”
She did as instructed.
“Now drape your legs over mine.”
Again she obliged, realizing his intention. After bunching a couple pillows behind her back, Charity leaned back and drew in a shaky breath.
“I warn you, I’m close to coming already. If you want me to wait for you then you may want to have me untie your other hand.”
Scott wrapped his hand around his shaft and shook his head. “No need. I want to watch you play with yourself. Believe me, I’ll get mine.”
She could do this. After everything she and Scott had done together, masturbating didn’t seem like such a big deal. She’d just never done it in front of someone.
“Would you be more comfortable closing your eyes?”
She would, but then she would be cheating herself out of the opportunity to see him stroking that luscious cock. The notion of watching him while she pleasured herself was enough to ground her resolve. She wanted this. She wanted him and all the pleasure she knew he could bring her.
“I’m okay,” she replied, while sliding her hand between her thighs. “I just needed to get my bearings.”
He didn’t believe her and she knew it. But instead of calling her bluff, he settled further into the mattress and began stroking his engorged cock. She watched the slow, fluid motion of his hand, mesmerized by the sight of his erection growing with each tug.
Without giving it another thought, she traced her hot core with two fingers. She tried to imagine what she might feel like to him when he touched her. Her flesh was swollen and slick, the well-trimmed hair soft against her fingertips. She sucked in a sharp breath upon spreading her lips open and teasing her clit. Tiny bolts of pleasure shot from her clit to her fog-filled brain, and she bit the corner of her lip to keep from moaning aloud.
“How does it feel?” Scott’s voice was a hoarse whisper. “Tell me what you’re imagining.”
“Amazing,” she breathed, the pad of her finger rubbing faster over the tiny nub. “I’m picturing how I feel to you.”
“And how do you feel to me?”
“Hot…soft.” She swallowed. “Wet. Very wet.” She forced her eyes to focus on him and what he was doing. Another shockwave of ecstasy ricocheted through her blood stream only to pool deep in her core at the sight of his hand gripping and stroking his prick. Holy moly, this was so much better than she imagined. Sure, she knew watching Scott jerk off would make her hot, but seeing his desire for her and what she was doing to herself brought things to a different level.
He was so hard and, in the light filtering in from the window, she could see a few milky drops beading at the tip of his cock. What she wouldn’t give to lick it away. But that would mean stopping, and she wasn’t about to end this exquisite anguish until she reached oblivion.
“Do you know how sexy you look? I’ve fantasized about this for the last two days and, baby, it’s better than I imagined.”
She dipped a finger deep in her pussy and released the moan she’d been fighting. She couldn’t say if what he claimed was true, nor did she care, but the thought of him fantasizing about her pushed her that much closer to orgasm. Inserting a second finger, Charity curled her fingers until she found her ever-elusive g-spot. Well, maybe not so elusive. Scott had found it quite easily the night before. Just the same, the feel of her fingertips stroking her most sensitized pleasure point made her eyelids flutter shut.
“Oh my God,” she gasped and ran the palm of her free hand over her belly and up to her right breast. Gooseflesh formed at the feel of her nails scraping against the supersensitive skin and her nipples tightened. She circled the puckered bud with the tip of her nail before giving it a pinch between her thumb and index finger. The pleasure-pain sensation was intense, forcing a gasp from her lungs.
She could hear Scott’s labored breathing punctuated by the occasional muttered curse or the murmured comment of how beautiful she was.
“Look at me, Cherry.”
She forced her eyes open and he drew in a shaky breath before nodding his approval.
“You said you were imagining what you felt like to me. Tell me what I’m doing to you. Am I making you feel good?”
Another stroke against her g-spot and she bit her lip. Good wasn’t a strong enough word to describe the sensations she was feeling. Every inch of her body felt electrified and she was certain if she thought about it long enough, she would topple over the edge to orgasm.
“Yes,” she murmured and arched her hips. “Dear God, this feels so good.”
“What does?”
The raspy note to his voice was almost enough to make her come. Centering her attention on his darkened eyes, she ran the tip of her tongue over her lips. “In my mind, you’re rubbing my g-spot. I-it feels so good. Almost as good as when you fuck me.”
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bsp; “Come for me,” Scott urged while his hand fisted his cock. “I want to see it.”
His impassioned words spurred her further, the tremors of climax starting low in her belly and growing in intensity. She squeezed her eyes shut, the glorious in-and-out friction of her fingers combined with the sweet pain in her nipples was too much to bear. She dug her heels into the mattress on either side of Scott’s thighs and let the riptide suck her under.
“Scott!”
She didn’t recognize her voice screaming his name as orgasm overcame her. Hot liquid flooded her pussy and she felt her vaginal muscles spasming around her fingers. My God. Was this what Scott felt when he was inside her? It was strange and exhilarating at the same time.
Charity hadn’t fully recovered when she heard Scott’s feral growl. She opened her eyes in time to see him ripping the scarf from his wrist and scrambling to his knees. He grabbed the condom from the nightstand and tore it open before sheathing his erection with an urgency she hadn’t expected. Grasping her hips, he jerked her against his groin. Their eyes met and, for one instant, she saw him.
Raw need mixed with something else, something altogether unlike what his reputation had made him out to be. Possessive. He wanted to possess her and she couldn’t think of anything she wanted more.
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Scott had known that watching Charity masturbate would push his limits of restraint, but he hadn’t counted on the primal sense of longing that overcame him when she screamed his name. His control disintegrated and he couldn’t get out of those blasted restraints fast enough. The need to be inside her, to possess not only her body but her being, had been so overwhelming that he hadn’t given consideration to the fact he might scare her.
Staring into her glossy eyes now, he tried to convey everything he was thinking and feeling without saying a word. He couldn’t speak. He could barely draw enough air into his lungs, let alone express this frantic yearning twisting inside him. He’d felt it once before, when he’d been waiting to board the bus that would take him to Las Vegas and he’d seen the tears in her eyes. He’d wanted to take her into his arms and erase her pain, but he hadn’t known the right words then and he didn’t know them now.
Luckily, he didn’t have to. She seemed to already know. She hooked her feet behind his knees and reached up for him. “I want you to make me yours.” He leaned forward to let her wrap her arms around his neck. “No holding back.”
He heard her sigh of contentment as his cock slid into her tight core. He closed his eyes at the pleasure. He didn’t think he would ever tire of this, her tight body welcoming him. Opening his eyes, he pushed until his balls were rubbing against her silky ass. As with the night before, the need for closeness engulfed him. What was it about being with her that made him feel this way? He’d bedded dozens of women since he’d joined the crew of Fantasy Cruises, and not once had he experienced the deep-seated hunger he felt when he was with Charity.
Love.
Was that it? Was that why he couldn’t get close enough or get his fill of her? He remembered the feeling being far scarier when he was younger. Ah, that was it. He’d been too young to understand that the helpless feeling was natural and all he’d needed to do was trust in his heart and the woman he’d given it to. In light of what he’d just discovered, he couldn’t say with certainty that he trusted her. But if she was willing to give him the opportunity to prove himself, then he’d be a damned fool not to do the same.
As if sensing his internal turmoil, Charity pulled him closer still. “Hold me, Scott. I need to feel all of you.” Her legs tightened around his hips and he forced himself to swallow. “Make love to me.”
That was all he needed to hear. Slipping his arms around her shoulders, he held her against his chest and kissed her with everything he had. Their tongues tangled with an urgent need while their bodies moved as one. She sucked and nipped at his bottom lip and, when her nails dug into his shoulders, it was all he could do to keep from ravishing her. Keeping his hold around her, he rolled so she sat astride his hips. Looking up at her with her head thrown back and her breasts bouncing with each thrust, he was sure he’d found heaven.
“Oh yes,” she moaned. “More.”
His hands skimmed her hips, moved up her waist before circling around to the center of her back. He urged her forward, his lips encircling her nipple. A small gasp escaped her when he teased the pebbled bud first with his tongue and then with his teeth. Lord, but she tasted sweet. He gave the same treatment to the other nipple, sucking just hard enough to elicit a quiet mewl from her.
He tightened one arm around her back while burying the fingers of his free hand in her soft hair. Drawing her head down for a kiss, Scott took the time to truly savor her mouth while his hips thrust against hers. She tasted of decadent chocolate and bittersweet rum, a heady combination that fueled the out-of-control fire burning within him.
Instantly, her arms were around his shoulders and she returned his kiss with fervor. Yes, this was the connection he’d wanted. Her body pressed against his, their hips moving in sync with their mounting passion as he kissed her senseless. He had to show her what he felt, to let her know that what they were experiencing was more than physical and worth holding on to.
Tension tightened his stomach, the need to come pounding in his veins. He tried to focus on their beating hearts but, when he felt her body stiffen, all rationale fled.
“So good,” Charity whimpered. “I can’t…I’m going to…”
He was right there with her, the feel of her hot cunt spasming around his cock more than his aching balls could take. Thrusting harder, he gave her everything he had, including his heart.
“I love you, Scott.”
Chapter Fifteen
Once the fog cleared from Charity’s mind, her passionate declaration sunk in. Her arms buckled and she collapsed against his chest. Please, oh please, tell me I didn’t say what I think I said. She lifted her eyes to meet his and swallowed a lump of embarrassment at his startled expression. Yup, she’d said it all right.
“Cherry, I—”
In an attempt to regain what little remained of her dignity, she covered his lips with a finger and forced a smile. “Sorry.” She moved her finger and brushed her lips against his. “I got carried away.”
She slid off him and took a deep breath. Okay, so she was disappointed. What did she expect? She’d lied to him and nearly betrayed him for the sake of a story. She should consider herself lucky that he was even willing to give her another chance.
Scott quickly removed the condom and tossed it into the trashcan beside the bed before rolling to his side and taking her wrist when she started to rise from the bed. “Hang on.” He tugged her back onto the bed. “I don’t think you did.”
No, but what difference did it make? They’d only been reunited for two short days, not nearly enough time to get reacquainted or put past hurts to rest. If she were to be honest with herself, she’d never stopped loving him. Romantic? In a twisted way, she guessed so. Pathetic? Definitely.
“Please don’t.” She glanced at his arm around her waist and then met his gaze. “It was an intense moment, that’s all.”
He sprawled across her, pinning her body beneath his before leaning his forehead against hers. “True, but that doesn’t mean I don’t feel something for you.” His hand glided along her ribs before settling beneath her breast. “What if none of this is coincidence?”
She struggled to draw a breath. He wasn’t making any sense, yet curiosity got the better of her.
“What isn’t?”
He weighed the soft flesh in his palm before running the tip of his index finger around the areola, making the skin tighten and pucker.
“Us. How can our paths crossing like this be coincidence? You said yourself that, until you boarded the Hedonna, you hadn’t thought of me in years. What if we were meant to find each other again?”
She wasn’t a strong believer in fate and, even if she were, she would have told the cosmos to kiss
her ass the instant Scott left her the first time.
“Weren’t you the one who told me there was no such thing as fate?”
He leaned his elbows on either side of her head, a crooked grin tilting the corners of his lips. “If I recall correctly, I also said we make our own destinies. For whatever reason, we’ve been given another chance and, I don’t know about you, but I don’t intend to make the same mistakes I made the first time.”
Sweet Lord in heaven, the man certainly had a way with words. He knew exactly what she needed to hear and, though she was sure it would mean disaster, Charity wanted to believe him. Her eyelids fluttered and, in an instant, his lips were tracing a path from her throat to her mouth.
She was a goner.
“What about when you go back to sea?” she asked once their lips parted.
Long distance relationships had never appealed to her and, even if she would consider one with him, there was still the matter of trust. She’d confessed to wanting to use him and he’d admitted to being the biggest horn dog west of the Mississippi River. Not ideal circumstances no matter how you looked at it.
He withdrew, his expression sober. “You don’t think I can be faithful to you?”
She caught the note of hurt in his voice and a ripple of guilt swept over her. That wasn’t what she’d meant. It wasn’t Scott she doubted, per se, it was the other women he would come in contact with that made her skin crawl. A man could only stand so much…or at least that’s what one of her exes had said right before packing his belongings and walking out the door. Man, she really had lousy taste in men.
“I didn’t say that. I—” She shook her head and squirmed beneath him. “I don’t even know why we’re discussing this now. We have two weeks together in San Rico to talk and only a few hours to explore this island. Which makes more sense to you?”
He caught her chin in the crook of his finger and tilted her head so she was forced to look him in the eyes. “I may not be able to promise you forever, but I’d like to see where this goes. What do you say?”
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