Scoring Big

by Sterling, Rex

  I was humble? Brooke would have loved to hear that. “I need other people,” I said. “This life gets lonely.”

  “That’s why you have me,” Sam said, kissing me again. “I’ve had a huge crush on you for so long I can’t even remember a time when I didn’t.” She sighed and ran her fingers through the short hair at the back of my neck. “Butch told me I should go for it, but I was scared.”

  “Butch knew how you felt about me?” I asked.

  She nodded and searched my face with her big blue eyes. “Am I coming on too strong? Because I can be a lot if you’re not used to me.”

  Strong wasn’t the word for it. She was a nuclear explosion that had detonated right in the middle of my life. I could only imagine Brooke’s reaction. It wouldn’t be pretty. “I love a woman who goes after what she wants,” I said. “Like you, I’m drawn to free spirits.”

  “Is the pretty redhead who works with you a free spirit? Butch said she had a thing for you too.”

  “Brooke?” I laughed and shook my head. “Brooke doesn’t know who she is. She’s a free spirit who’s fighting like hell to deny her wanderlust.”

  “Do you two… you know… fuck?” she asked me, studying my face closely.

  My stomach twisted sideways, and I almost took the boat with it. “No,” I said, recovering slightly. “But that doesn’t mean I haven’t tried or that I don’t want to. I’m drawn to her, but she’s engaged.”

  “I’m good at making girls jealous,” Sam said. “Maybe you’ll get your chance to have sex with her before the wedding.”

  I frowned at her, leaned forward, and kissed her again. “Are you for real?”

  Sam giggled. “I’m demented. What did you expect from Lindsay Monroe’s daughter?”

  Lindsay was right. Her strawberry didn’t roll far from the patch. “I don’t know what I expected, but I’m not used to twenty-year-old women leading me around by the nose.”

  She reached down between her legs and fondled my cock. “I’ll lead you by a lot more than your nose.”

  I jerked the wheel sideways, and the boat lurched, igniting a giggle fit from Sam as she held on tight.

  I grinned at her and kissed her again. “You’re about to cause me a lot of trouble. Aren’t you?”

  She leaned in tight and mashed her tits into my chest before she slipped my earlobe between her lips and licked.

  Her warm breath rushed down my ear and my cock twitched, coming to life once again.

  Then Sam whispered in my ear, “Baby, you’re about to find out how much trouble I can be.”

  Chapter 15

  After re-fueling in Key West and grabbing some provisions, we set off for the last leg of our trip that would end at a small island two hours away. Sam spent her time quizzing me about my life and asking me more questions about treasure hunting and shipwreck diving. By the time we made it to the island, the sun was slipping over the western horizon, and I had just enough time to anchor inside the safety of a lagoon complete with a white sandy beach.

  There wasn’t another boat in sight, and the island itself was completely uninhabited. That left Sam and I as the only souls within miles and miles of empty ocean. That feeling of isolation was one that I had not only grown used to but craved. I wasn’t built for long stretches of time spent in civilization. This was the life I loved.

  Sam seemed to love it even more than I did. With the temperatures dropping and the stars coming out, she threw on a bulky sweatshirt over her bikini bottoms and emerged from below deck with a blanket surrounding her shoulders and two beers, one in each hand.

  “Can I talk the captain into some cuddle time?” she asked.

  I wanted to quiz her about our game plan for the morning and go over whatever information Butch had given her. But how could I turn down an alluring offer from such a sexy first mate “I think you can twist my arm,” I said as I triple checked my anchors and made sure the boat wasn’t going anywhere.

  Night had descended on our little corner of paradise, and the sky was a stunning kaleidoscope of stars. Whenever I left the city lights behind, the stark clarity of the stars never ceased to amaze me. That included the shooting stars you couldn’t see back at the marina. I flicked on the hull lights, illuminating the water below us with a soft phosphorescent glow.

  “Come on, sailor,” she said, shaking her ass as she made her way to the front of the boat.

  I followed close behind, giving her ass a little pat, spurring a giggle and a glance from the stunning young blonde.

  When we reached the ship’s bow, Sam handed me a beer and slipped into a large, flat cushioned area meant for sunbathing and general relaxation. She stretched her legs out before her and reclined against an angled cushion pressed against the railing. Cup holders attached to the railing provided the perfect spot to leave our beer while we basked under the blanket of brilliant stars.

  Sam pulled the blanket over her body but left one side open before beckoning me. “Come on, Trap. Keep me warm.”

  I slipped in beside her, tucking my beer into the cup holder before reclining on the pillows and gazing up at the heavens. “You can see the milky way when it gets dark enough.” I let out a sigh and slid my fingers through Sam’s long, lush hair. “You’re right. This is an awesome way to live.”

  Sam curled up beside me, slipping her leg over my waist while she rested her head on my t-shirt covered chest. “Mmmm… I’ll say.” She let out a contented sigh and spread her palm over my muscled chest. “Is it safe to sleep here under the stars?”

  “Sure, we can,” I said. “I sleep up here every chance I get.” I brushed an errant lock of her silky blonde hair away from her face before leaning down and kissing her forehead. “If you told me two days ago that you and I would by lying beneath the stars, twined together like lovers, I would’ve bought myself a lottery ticket.”

  Sam giggled and inched closer, snuggling her body tightly against mine. “I never want to go back to school,” she said before she slid her hand inside my t-shirt and softly caressed my bare stomach with her fingertips. She ground her hips into my thigh and nuzzled her face into my neck, kissing me softly along my jawline. “I’m so turned on right now.”

  My cock throbbed, hardening, for what seemed like the hundredth time that day. She had edged me so many times I lost count, and I was done putting off the inevitable. I slid my hands down her back and inside her bikini bottoms, filling my hands with her incredible ass. “I’m done resisting,” I whispered.

  Sam let out a soft moan and brought her face around to mine, kissing me softly on the lips. “Let’s get naked,” she whispered, sending my head spinning and my cock throbbing.

  She tugged at the bottom of my t-shirt as if willing it off my body before I sat up and pulled it off, while she sat up on her knees before me.

  In one smooth motion, Sam reached down and pulled off her sweatshirt, revealing her jiggling tits, smooth and bare in all their naked glory. They were everything I imagined and more. Sharp tan lines demarcated her golden cleavage from the creamy interior of her inner breasts. The pure innocence of the way Sam regarded me left me spellbound. She nibbled at her bottom lip nervously, and the youthful exuberance of her springy tits normally hidden from the prying eyes of dirty old men like me made the moment feel all the more taboo.

  Her quarter-sized areolas were flat and pink, her nipples little more than hard pink buds. Her tits were big and bouncy, jiggling and swaying, while she tossed the sweatshirt aside. The moonlight and the silver stars illuminated Sam in a glowing silver effervescence that made her look otherworldly, beautiful.

  I gazed at her slack-jawed, my lips dry and my pulse tripped over itself as it soared into the stratosphere. “My, God… you’re stunning.”

  Sam gave me a bashful smile. But she made no move to cover herself. “Thank you.” A nervous smile flickered over her angelic face. “I’ve waited a long time for this moment.”

  “Are you on birth control?” I asked.

  Sam nodded. “Just so you
know, I’ve only had sex with one guy, and we broke up in high school. I don’t sleep with just anyone.”

  I raised an eyebrow. “You haven’t had sex in college?”

  She shook her head. “I’ve been kind of obsessed with you ever since I turned eighteen.” She shrugged. “The other guys just don’t do it for me.”

  All those fraternity guys must have thought she was such a cock tease. I imagined bets between them over who would score first with the legendary Samantha Monroe. And the poor sap in high school must have blown his load inside thirty seconds.

  “They’re loss is my gain,” I said, opening my arms to her.

  Sam slid forward and ran her hands over my bare chest. She hovered over me with her tits dangling over my chest. The temptation was too great to resist. I reached up and cupped her magnificent globes, squeezing them in my hands as her nipples hardened against my palms.

  Sam found my mouth with hers and melted into me, moaning softly as she swirled her tongue over mine and lost herself exploring my mouth freely, her lips slipping over mine.

  I let go of her tits and the bobbled back to center while I slid my hands down her side until I met the thin cloth edges of her bikini bottoms. I hooked my thumbs inside the straps and guided them over her shapely hips and tight ass.

  Sam played along, lifting her hips enough for me to strip her naked. Then she broke off our kiss and sat upright before deftly unfastening my shorts and lowering my zipper. “I want that gigantic cock I felt on the boat.”

  I sat upright, and Sam sat back on her knees. “Lay down,” I said, gazing into her eyes.

  Sam’s blue eyes shimmered with lust, and she did as I told her, lying down on the cushions while she tossed aside the blanket.

  I stood atop the cushions, towering over her, gazing down on her naked perfection.

  Her tits barely moved atop her chest, and her pussy revealed the faintest whisper of a tight slit, glistening with wetness beneath the silvery moon. Sam parted her legs and gazed up at me before she reached between her legs and slid her middle finger over her pussy, working it up and down while she moaned.

  She gazed at my cock with hungry eyes and bit her bottom lip, moaning as she writhed on the cushions beneath me. “Trap, fuck me. Please,” she said, her tone carrying an edge of desperation. “I’ve waited so long.”

  I pushed down my shorts, taking my underwear with them. My cock, stiff and swollen, sprang free, hovering over the twenty-year-old blonde like a python ready to feed.

  Sam’s eyes bulged, and her jaw dropped. She locked her gaze on my swaying manhood and licked her lips while her chest rose and fell in short, quick bursts. She bucked her hips and worked her finger in and out of her tight pussy until her finger glistened with her wetness.

  Somewhere in the distance the trees rustled with the sounds of birds hopping from limb to limb, as if to get a better look, while the gentle lapping of the waves crested on the lagoon’s snowy white beach. It was only Sam and me, and nothing else mattered. Not the treasure. Not Butch’s cryptic note, or even Brooke’s looming marriage. It all faded into the background as pure noise until only Sam remained.

  I dropped to my knees and inched forward, sliding between her smooth golden legs. I ran my hands down her exquisite inner thighs as my swollen cock twitched and my tip gently patted Sam’s wet slit.

  She shuddered beneath me, and her legs trembled as if with trepid anticipation. Goosebumps flared across Sam’s beautiful tits, and her nipples hardened into ripe pink buds, begging to be sucked.

  I crawled over the top of her, dragging my cock over her pussy mound and higher as a streak of pre-cum left her tummy glistening in its wake. We came face-to-face, and I lowered my mouth to hers, gently kissing her while I looked her in the eyes. “Are you sure you want this?” I whispered as I pushed a stray lock of her blonde hair away from her face.

  Sam loosely draped her arms over my shoulders and nodded, smiling sweetly as she did. “Never more sure of anything,” she whispered in reply. She hooked her ankles around my hamstrings and rubbed her heels up the back of my legs. “I want to feel you come inside me.”

  I kissed her again then sat up, taking my cock in hand and guiding my swollen tip along her buttery smooth slit.

  Sam moaned with pleasure and writhed below me, humping my cock as she tweaked her hard nipples between her fingers.

  I ground my tip inside her warm, slick pussy, and my toes curled as my cock twitched and pulsed.

  “Stop teasing me, Trap,” Sam moaned and bucked her hips, urging me to fuck her. “Put it in me.”

  I gazed into her crisp blue eyes and slipped inside her tight hole, burying my cock halfway inside before it met tight resistance.

  Sam arched her back and gasped, biting her bottom lip while she furrowed her brow and gazed deep into my eyes. Her tits jiggled and swayed, and her pussy writhed, flexing on my cock in tight, rhythmic spasms.

  “Are you okay?” I asked, knowing my cock was bigger than the average bear. That’s why I didn’t just ram it inside her.

  Sam pressed her hands against my stomach as if bracing herself for the onslaught and wasn’t confident she could take it all in. She nodded briefly and parted her lips, sucking in a deep breath between her teeth before she relaxed, and her body eased beneath me. “You’re huge. It hurt at first, but it’s better now.”

  “Maybe we should stop. I don’t want to hurt you,” I said.

  “You’re not hurting me.” She dug her heels into my ass and drew me in. “Now shut up and fuck me.”

  “Okay,” I whispered and leaned forward, pinning my arms on each side of her shoulders. With a sharp grunt, I thrust forward and buried my cock deep inside the sorority queen.

  Sammie let out a chirp and a grunt, then sucked in air, her chest rising and falling at a rapid pace.

  She had the tightest pussy I had ever felt in my life, and it wasn’t even close. My cock throbbed inside her, straining against her walls while Sam pressed down with her muscles, squeezing and flexing as she wrapped her long legs around my waist and relaxed.

  She grabbed hold of my ass with both hands and urged me forward as she wrapped me in tight and ground her hips, swiveling my cock deep inside her.

  I rocked forward and backward, fucking her slow and deep, taking my time with each penetrating stroke. The pleasure was so intense it took every ounce of self-control I had not to blow my load in the first thirty seconds. I buried my head in her neck and inhaled the tropical scent of aloe and clean soap drifting up from her hair, then kissed my way up her neck and circled her ear with the tip of my tongue.

  Sam shuddered beneath me and groaned, raising her hips, and timing her motion with my deep, downward thrusts. The result was a sweet clapping sound and her tits jiggling in tight circles where they floated atop her chest. She opened her neck to me and dug her fingers into my ass cheeks. “Never, ever stop fucking me,” she whispered.

  The sounds of our slapping skin grew louder, mingling with the shifting squeal of the nylon cushions. Her breaths came out in short, rushed gasps and her thighs trembled, wrapped tightly around my waist. Sam’s lilting moans turned me on so much my cock throbbed, begging for release.

  I picked up steam, ramming the nubile young co-ed hard and fast, impaling her with each driving thrust. Her pussy stretched and squeezed, her lips gliding over my shaft like a velvety sheath. My head swam, and my urge to come took shape, demanding attention.

  Sam grunted under my relentless assault and her body shifted forward and backward, her tits jiggling and swaying with the constant motion. She ran her hands up my back and held onto my shoulders, locking her legs tight around my waist while her warm breath flashed across my chest.

  My cock throbbed, pulsing inside her like a beast with its cornered prey in its sights. I couldn’t hold out much longer, and I pounded her harder and faster, willing an orgasm from her while I gazed deep into her crystal-clear eyes.

  Sam furrowed her brow and pulled me down, pressing her forehead against
mine while she grunted and her pussy spasmed. The fertile beauty sucked in a sharp breath, arched her back, and dug her fingernails into my beefy shoulder muscles. She let out an unearthly moan and squeezed her eyes shut as her orgasm consumed her. She tried to speak, but the words came out in a garbled mess a moment before my head flashed and my orgasm rounded on me like a hurricane.

  A flood of Sam’s juices glistened on my cock as I thrust forward and held still a moment before I released, gushing deep inside her, grunting and spurting seismic loads of hot, molten cum. My cock spurted again and again, filling her with my seed, while Sam’s warm breaths floated over my ear, igniting me like a stick of dynamite.

  “Fill me up,” she whispered. “That’s it, baby. I love to feel you inside me.” She kissed the side of my neck while I grunted, filling her with spurt after heavenly spurt.

  I propped myself up on my elbows and gazed into her eyes as I continued pumping. My orgasm crested and came down the backside until my cock went still. I hovered above her, gasping for breath, while Sam dragged her fingertips up and down my spine, milking my cock with her twitching pussy.

  “That was incredible,” Sam said, heaving for breath beneath me.

  I pushed up on my arms, afraid I was crushing her beneath my weight. I pulled in deep cleansing breaths and gazed down at her. “You’re incredible.”

  She smiled, flashing her white teeth while her tits swayed and jiggled beneath me. “I will fuck you all night, Timothy Ashford.”

  I raised an eyebrow. “Then hopefully you can walk in the morning.”

  She shrugged. “I’ve waited so long. I’m afraid you might vanish.”

  “I’m not going anywhere.” I leaned down and kissed her full on the lips, letting our lips linger before Sam opened her mouth and our tongues met.

  Finally, she broke off the kiss and gazed up at me. “Can I ride you next time?”

  I laughed. “You can do whatever you want with me.” I sat up on my knees and slipped my cock from inside her.