by Jayne Blue
Her face brightened. “I get that things being what they are, I have absolutely zero claim on you. But, like I said, I’m curious. And I’m trying not to be coy but also not to insult you. The rumor is that your relationships are primarily ... uh ... contractual.”
Watching her try to squirm around the subject was actually kind of cute. “I’m not insulted and that’s an interesting way of putting it. That’s what R.J. says too. But, yes. I’ve brought escorts here, Tora. It simplifies and clarifies things.” I hesitated before saying the rest of it, but I’d be a hypocrite if I didn’t after having just declared an end to half-truths. But how could I say it? The real women in my life tended not to stick around. Tora cocked her head as though she were working something out for herself.
“You’ve lost a lot, Jack, haven’t you?” she said. It was a skewering observation. So much for my attempt to deflect the conversation away from my sad stories. Of course, it meant she was also good at deflecting her own. She’d lost just as much as I had.
“Are you okay?” I asked. I hadn’t meant to push this issue again but seeing her like this, looking so beautiful and real and vulnerable with the morning sun bathing her in a warm glow ... I just wanted to fold her against me and keep her there.
She turned so she faced me, our knees touching. She leaned forward and took my face in her hands. Then her lips found mine with a feathery kiss. She tasted like sunlight and honeysuckle. I ran my hands down her tanned arms, my thumb trailing over the slope of her breasts.
“I’m okay, Jack,” she said, pressing her forehead against mine. “I promise. And it won’t be much longer. I just feel it. Seth’s weak and careless and he’s going to help me connect the dots with the information I need to reopen my dad’s case.”
“Why are you always so sure of everything?” I asked.
“I’m not,” she answered and she leaned back. “But now I know I’m not in this alone anymore. And I know the truth. I’ve always known the truth. And it’s worth it. My father is worth it.”
“He must be,” I said. “I think maybe I’d like to meet him someday too.”
“Maybe someday,” she said. “Although I suspect he’s going to be your basic overprotective nightmare. I suppose I’m lucky none of my boyfriends ever had to run through his gauntlet.”
She turned my head around with that last bit. “Am I your boyfriend, Tora?”
And we both laughed. I had no idea what the hell I was or what she was to me but that word didn’t seem to fit. “Just kiss me, Jack,” she said. And I did. She fit so perfectly against me as I gathered her into my lap and pressed my lips along the column of her throat. She leaned her head back against my shoulder and threaded her fingers through my hair.
I wanted her. I wondered if I would always want her. This girl had me turned completely inside out. If I really was starting to fall in love with her, it was going to be the end of me if anything happened to her. I couldn’t share her optimism about how things would end if George Pagano was involved. So, it meant that no matter what it did to me, I’d have to keep her close.
She pressed her lips against me, opening her mouth and teasing me with her tongue. Her kisses were gentle and it drove me mad. I didn’t want gentle where Tora was concerned. She was wrong about not having a claim on me. And I wanted to make her mine and drive out Seth or any other thought that might come into her head that wasn’t me. She must have sensed my thoughts because her own kisses became more urgent. Her breath hitched in her throat as I slid my fingers under the hem of her top, pulling it up until I’d freed her breasts, the elastic of her tank top pressing them together, pushing them up in offering to me.
I leaned down and flicked one pink nipple with the tip of my tongue. Tora gasped as the tiny bud rose to attention. I moved to the other nipple and gave it the same treatment. I liked them that way, pert and peaked, begging to be sucked.
I pulled her top up further and she shifted, letting me slide it over her head and cast it aside. She moved off my lap and knelt before me, giving me unfettered access to her breasts again. She looped her arms around my neck and I rolled my thumbs across her nipples. She moaned with the pleasure of it and I’d only just started.
I liked the way she shivered as I tickled my fingers down the side of her ribcage until I’d found the waistband of her shorts. I slid those down her legs and she shifted again, wriggling them off. Now she knelt before me, naked from the waist up, with nothing on but her tiny yellow cotton panties.
Tora ran her hands along my chest and in one quick motion, I ripped my own shirt off over my head and threw it somewhere toward the back of the boat. I loved the feel of her gentle fingers as she slid them through the tiny hairs on my chest. I caressed her shoulders and ran my hands down until I touched the small of her back. I hooked one thumb under the waistband of her panties and started to drag those down too. On a whim, I took two fingers on my right hand and pressed between her legs, over the thin cotton. She was already soaked through. So ready and eager for my touch. Her body was already trained so well.
She shifted, leaning back on her palms, to give me better access. God, she was beautiful, sensual, stretched out at my feet. Sunlight skimmed across her skin and I could see every tiny golden hair that covered her body. The Chris-Craft had a leather upholstered bench backseat. I rose and stepped over it. Tora got to her feet and I took her hands in mine and helped her over. The boat swayed with the shifting of weight and she stumbled backward and took me down with her.
I landed on top of her and got my hands out just before crushing her. Her sultry, smoky laugh reached my ears and I wanted to hear more of it. I sat up on my knees while Tora writhed beneath me. I reached down and took her breasts in my hands again, kneading her supple flesh. She moaned and arched her back as I rolled my thumbs across her nipples.
I slid her panties all the way down and she lay naked and glorious beneath me. I trailed my fingers down over the flat planes of her stomach. She squirmed. It tickled her when I touched her hips.
“Be still,” I scolded her. Then I did it again. She was most sensitive in the space below her ribcage just before the curve of her hip. I let my fingers play across the skin there and she wriggled and laughed, her breasts jiggling as she tried to squirm away. God. I wanted to tie her down again and deliver delicious slow torture to every inch of her body. Anything to get her to respond and wiggle like that.
I tickled her once more and she let out a girlish squeal that made a nearby turtle dive back into the water.
“Shhh,” I said. “You’ll scare the fish away.”
My cock ached at the sight of her. She smiled and sat up; wrapping her hands around my neck she drew me down until I rested on top of her. “Then come down here and stop teasing me.” She ran her hands down my arms and around to the fly of my jeans. She struggled with the button.
“Teasing you is the best part,” I said as I reached down to help her.
As I wriggled out of my jeans, Tora’s hands groped at the waistband of my boxer shorts. I got those off for her and cast them aside. My cock sprang free and her eyes flashed at the sight of it. It was so hard sometimes not to simply plunge myself into her eager pussy. She wanted it as much as I did, but I knew the true beauty of Tora was meant to be savored. She needed coaxing, drawing out until she was strung tight as a bow string and begging for it.
“Please.” She looked at me with those pleading eyes. Christ, I wanted so badly to flip her over, pull her hips back and drive into her. So I was a damn liar. It was me who was too eager today.
Tora didn’t wait. She slid to the floor and settled between my knees. She cupped my balls with light fingers and drew my length into her soft, hot mouth. She had me swallowed nearly to the root and I arched my back into her. I braced myself by holding on to the seat back. I wanted to take her head in my hands and drive her mouth down, down, seeking my own rhythm. But I let her control it ... for now. She used both hands and her mouth to deliver my pleasure. She circled the base of my cock with one
hand and stroked me there. With the other, she gently pumped my balls. All the while, she sucked and lapped and swirled her tongue up the length of me.
Her mouth was warm, and wet, and soft and she sucked me with just the right amount of pressure. She knew how fast to go as she bobbed up and down and my hands shook from the effort of not caging her head and driving her down even harder. She drew me into her mouth so deep I felt the back of her throat and it was that that nearly drove me over the edge. Somewhere, I found my voice and put my hand on her shoulders.
“Stop,” I said. “Not yet.”
She drew her mouth up with one long, slow suck and smiled up at me. “Can’t you take it, Jack?”
I wished we were back at my hotel. I’d lash her to the bed and tie her legs wide apart ... drive her to the edge of her own pleasure and madness.
“Your turn,” I said, my voice husky with desire. With shaky legs, I shifted and patted the space next to me. “Get on your knees and lean forward. I want to see all of you.”
Tora did as she was told. She knelt on the padded seat and slowly lowered herself until she rested her forehead on her hands. It put her ass high in the air, her sweet, pink pussy – ripe as any peach – thrust out in offer to me. It was a perfect sight. She was waxed almost bare so I could see her glistening folds, just starting to gape open with her growing arousal.
With two skilled fingers, I grasped her tiny little clit and rubbed her. She shuddered and bucked against my hand but kept herself in place. I had trained her well. I couldn’t go slowly. She’d driven me so close to the edge of my own release I was beyond the point of mercy. I leaned forward and tasted her, swiping my tongue up the length of her. I spread her apart with my fingers and suckled her sensitive little sex. She writhed under me and her juices tasted like honey as they trickled down, coating her thighs.
“Jack,” she cried out, sweet music to my ears. I tickled her little bud again with the tip of my tongue and she quivered under me. I turned and nipped the inside of her thigh, to gentle her. Her thighs shook but she held still. I sucked at her sweet little sex and her legs trembled as she struggled for self-control. And this was my favorite part. Watching her fight so hard not to give into the irresistible pleasure I administered to her most sensitive parts. Like this, she was fully mine and she knew it. But I wanted her to say it.
“Tell me what you are, Tora,” I whispered against her.
“Jack,” she whispered back.
“Say it,” I said, flicking my tongue up the length of her.
“Yours,” she gasped. “I’m yours. Always. Yes. Anything. Please.”
“Promise?” I teased. I sat up and worked her with my fingers, plunging them in and out of her deliciously warm pussy. She bucked against me, struggling to keep up with the rhythm I set, wanting to fuck me and please me.
“Anything!” She’d brought herself up on her elbows, her back arched and her ass high in the air as I grasped her little bud again, teasing it under my thumb as I thrust three fingers deep into her and she ground herself against them. And then, I knew I wanted it. Wanted her like this as she arched and bucked against my hand. I wanted to coax her pleasure out of her, make her writhe and moan with just my fingers. I wanted to feel her come around them, knowing I could play her like an instrument and deliver her pleasure while she brought me mine.
I was merciless as I stroked the tip of her clit and she shuddered. I slid my fingers in and out of her and she grew slicker with her growing arousal. My cock was like a steel rod and it took all the self-control I had not to pull her down on me and fuck her senseless. There would be time for that soon enough. This, right now, was just for her.
Tora gripped the side of the boat with her hands as she reared her head back and fucked my fingers. The boat swayed with her movements. I anchored my fingers inside her as deep as I could and let her take her pleasure. She pumped and ground against me, her head thrown back as she let go. I wanted to turn her so she faced me ... so I could watch her breasts bounce and see that flush of pleasure that colored her chest whenever she came. But this view had its advantages too. Her taut ass bounced against me and I put a hand out to grip it and steady her. She was a wild thing and I reached up and slid the tie out of her hair, letting it flow free with her movements and the slight breeze.
I leaned forward and put a kiss between her shoulder blades as she arched back against me. “Let go, Tora,” I whispered against her. “I want to feel you come, just like this. Let me have all of you.”
She did. Here, out in the open, in our secluded cove, she could writhe and scream and cry out and there was no one but the fish and me to hear her. She held so many things in and I think it was that as much as my skillful fingers that drove her to the explosive orgasm that rippled through her body.
Tora threw her head back. I rose and held her against me so she wouldn’t fall. On her knees, with my fingers deep inside her, she ground out her orgasm. She screamed from the pleasure of it and at the peak, I reached around with my free hand and grasped one of her nipples between my fingers, stretching it gently to heighten the sensations arcing through her all at once.
It was my name she cried out and it echoed through the trees as she came. “Say it again.” I spoke softly against her ear as she pressed back against me. The walls of her pussy spasmed and clenched hard against my fingers. I pressed my thumb against her clit and I felt it stretch and grow hard against me. “That’s it.”
“Oh ... Jack ... yes ... Jack,” she screamed through it. She arched back one final time. With hands and fingers, I touched all of her pleasure centers. My fingers deep inside her, my thumb on her sensitive little bud, and I gently rolled her nipple with my other fingers as she rode her wave of desire.
She quaked and shuddered against me as she finally came down. I slid my fingers out of her and caught her as she went boneless in my arms. I gathered her against me, stretching out my legs and laying her across my lap, my erection poking hard against my stomach.
Tora looked up at me, her eyes hooded and drowsy. I got to see that flush anyway, as it spread across her chest, coloring her nipples like dark wine. I leaned down and kissed her. Her lips were soft and pliable as she opened her mouth to me.
Carefully, I slid out from under her. “I can’t move,” she said. “I don’t know what you did to me but I can’t even feel my legs.”
I laughed softly against her temple as I kissed her there. “You don’t have to,” I said. I gathered her ankles in my hands. She gave a mild cry of protest but I settled myself between her thighs. I drew her legs up, placing her ankles on my shoulders. From this angle, with her legs wrapped around my neck, I could drive my cock into her as deep as it would go.
She was so hot and slick as I finally entered her ... and I’d been so patient ... I knew this wouldn’t take long at all.
“Jack,” Tora whispered in half-hearted protest, “are you trying to make it so I can’t walk later?”
This got a chuckle out of me. “That’ll be an added bonus. Now hold still.” That wasn’t at issue because she couldn’t really move.
I thrust my cock deep into her soft wetness. I drove in hard. My balls were quickly coated with her juices as I fucked her deep and slow and on my terms. Tora smiled up at me and closed her eyes as she ran her hand through the hair at the nape of my neck. She liked to do that when I made love to her and that felt good too. She had me so full for her, my dick so hard ... I could only hang on for a few thrusts. And when I felt her pussy clench around me as I drew another orgasm out of her, she owned me too. I filled her with my seed as she arched up to take it all in. She felt so good, so warm, so right.
Afterward, I held her against me, her head resting in the center of my back. We didn’t sleep, but we lay together like that, fitting together like two puzzle pieces as the sun rose high.
“I’m glad you asked me out here,” she said. We’d been quiet together for so long, her voice startled me.
“So am I,” I answered.
“I c
an’t remember the last time I was able to just be, you know?”
I threaded my fingers through hers, brought my hand to my lips and kissed her. “Me neither, if you want to know the truth. I forgot how much I liked it out on the lake.”
“I was actually just thinking the same thing. Not long after my grandpa died, my dad had to sell the house.”
“Where did you go then?” I asked. “I mean, when your dad went inside. How old were you?”
Tora shifted her weight, bringing her head up to rest on my shoulder. I traced lazy circles around her naked breasts with my finger. This part of the lake was quiet now. Still early spring, it was too cold for water sports but we probably shouldn’t stay out here like this for too much longer.
“I was ten and a half,” she said. “I ended up in foster care for almost two years, I think it was. Then finally, a family friend, my grandpa’s closest friend, actually, he pulled some strings and got me out. That’s my Uncle Charlie. I got to come and live with him but it was always a struggle. He’s part of the motorcycle club my dad belonged to. And he lives over a bar. The social workers were always circling overhead, you know? But he managed to keep me with him until I was old enough to file for emancipation and then nobody could ever tell me where I had to live again.”
“How’d he do it?” I asked. “Get you out of foster care, I mean?”
Tora laughed. “He managed to convince the court that he was my only living relative. And to be honest, I think he finally paid somebody off. He was thin on the details and I was so glad to get out of the hell hole I was living in I never questioned him.”
“I’m sorry,” I said. Tension rippled through Tora’s shoulders when she spoke of whatever “hell hole” she meant. Something dark rose in me and I wanted to reach back into her past and pummel the life out of anyone who had ever hurt her.
“We don’t have to talk about it, Jack,” she said, maybe sensing the tension rising in my own body. “I’d rather not, actually. Those times are over. I survived. I still have people in my life who love me and I’m okay.”