The band cranked up a fast-paced samba. Dancers moved onto the floor in pairs. Brandon guided her in front of him, his hands resting naturally on the curve of her hips.
With his left hand, he took her right and held it like a delicate piece of antique china. He pressed his right hand flat against her back, firm and commanding, to lead her through the dance moves. His guess about her dancing abilities proved correct; she was a natural.
Her athletic physique was strong, yet supple. The muscles in her back were defined and taut. Her hips swayed easily with the driving beat of the band. Most dance partners took hours, if not weeks, to sync with each other’s rhythm. She anticipated his lead without rushing. Looking into her pale green eyes, Brandon telegraphed his next move to her.
He pulled Jackie closer to him. If she could so easily read his dance moves, what else was she able to see? He spun her out from him. She followed without hesitation, but at the end of the spin, with their arms outstretched, she paused and under hooded eyes gave him a sizzling look; then a slow, sexy smile appeared. With a short tug on her hand, he signaled her to spin back in. She resisted, and her smile grew wider.
What an unusual and delicious combination of energies this woman had. His heart raced, and blood rushed between his legs. He would relish her lead at some point later in the night. For now, it was his turn to set their pace. He pulled her in to him hard. She spun with a fury back into his arms, which he wrapped tightly around her.
“Careful,” he said as he pulled her even closer, pressing his body into hers. It was pointless at this point in the game to hide his engorged cock. Everything about her assertive style turned him on.
She gave him a wry smile. “It’s more fun when you have to earn your right to lead, don’t you think?”
Winning beat out being allowed to win every time. He raised his eyebrows and asked, “Have I?”
She ground her hips into his. “You know you have. You also know that I can take that away at any second. And”—she opened her mouth slightly and ran her tongue along her upper lip—“it turns you on, doesn’t it?”
He recognized the futility in denial. Even if his hard cock didn’t give him away, Brandon sensed Jackie knew exactly what he thought and what he wanted. Such transparency both disturbed and thrilled him. His entire body crackled with electricity, connecting her to him. He held her tighter and kissed her hard. She yielded immediately, opening her mouth fully to him. But as he slid his tongue in, she thrust her tongue into his mouth, exploring him with the same intensity and purpose. She pulled away, leaving him searching, hoping for more.
With a coy wink, she said, “It’s a shame to let a fabulous live band go to waste. Shall we dance, lover boy?”
He succumbed to her demands now, but later…
By the time the band finished its second number, Brandon’s shirt clung to his back. Moisture beaded on Jackie’s brow.
“Do you want to take a break?” Brandon asked over the pounding drums.
“Are you kidding? I could dance all night like this,” Jackie said.
A bead of sweat on her chest tracked a line down into her dress. Brandon’s head buzzed and crotch throbbed, as he thought of that droplet of moisture caressing her naked body. How long could he keep himself in check? His cock ached to be inside her. To be a part of her.
Their bodies continued to move as one, fluid yet powerful, to the pulsing beat of the band. With his hips, he turned her body around in circles before dipping her back to the blare of trumpets at the end of the song. Jackie arched her back, and her arms fell over her head to trail to the floor. Brandon leaned down to her. His lips met her chest just above the neckline of her dress.
The electric connection he had with her surged throughout his body again.
He rolled her back upright to press his mouth to her neck. With his tongue, he massaged her flesh in small circles. His body soaked hers in as she pushed into him. He pressed the bulge in his jeans against her. Her body quivered under his firm hold. Surely she wanted this as much as he.
With his palms cradling her warm cheeks, Brandon took Jackie’s head in his hands. “We need to go.”
The music had stopped. The undulating bodies surrounding them were gone.
“Right,” she agreed without hesitation. Had he sensed eagerness?
They exited the club. A cool breeze swept away the earlier humid soup of a Chesapeake summer. Her nipples puckered beneath her tight dress. Goose bumps rose in a wave up his arm. She looked like sex on a plate, and no man could deny himself that meal.
“Cold?” Brandon wrapped his arms around her.
“What you think?” Jackie traced his lips with her fingertip.
He bit at her finger and sucked it while he moved her up against the building’s brick wall.
The city’s sounds faded. Brandon nuzzled against her neck and chest, taking in her scent of cinnamon mingled with a musky sweat and the remnants of salty sea air. She nudged his head up with her chin and kissed him hard. His lips, weathered and chapped from the day’s sun, tingled where her teeth grazed and nibbled at him.
She was a stranger, yet his body responded to her as instinctively as if she were a missing part of him. He couldn’t wait any longer for her—all of her. “Come back to my boat.”
Chapter Two
Back on Brandon’s boat, Jackie stepped down the short ladder from the cockpit into the cabin. Polished wood glowed in the minimal lights. Two single bunks, one on top of the other, nested on the right side of the cabin.
Jackie ran her hand along the smooth teak side of the upper bunk. She turned around to Brandon, who hovered close behind her. “I’m happy to be on top, but the bed thing separating us might cause a little problem.”
Brandon shook his head before he spun her around at the waist and prodded her in the small of her back with his fingertips. “All the way up front.”
“Is this where I say, ‘Aye, aye’ and salute?” Jackie asked with a peek over her shoulder.
“Not yet, but I like the idea.” He nudged her forward, his strong hands firm against her back.
Jackie moved through a narrow opening to emerge into the front of the boat. The small portholes let in little light, leaving the space shadowy and dim except for the neat folds of white sails on the foot-high ledge.
Brandon reached to the ceiling and unlocked a hatch. He swung it open, letting in the light of the moon and stars, as well as the cool night breeze.
“That’s better,” he said with his head upturned. He shifted his gaze back down to her. His strokes on her cheek were as soft as the mere memory of a touch.
The recklessness of her decision to get on a boat with a total stranger hit her in the gut. She flinched at his touch.
He moved slightly away from her and said, “Are you okay? You don’t have to stay.”
Determined to remain cool, she took in a deep breath and wet her lips. She’d had hookups in college and law school without any disastrous outcomes. Brandon not only seemed perfectly safe, he connected with her. She would have fun tonight. “I’m just wondering why you get to be the skipper?”
Brandon reached up to the open hatch and held on while he leaned in close. “Because I own the boat.”
Jackie pressed her palms against his chest in an attempt to maintain some distance, cocked her head, and narrowed her eyes. She didn’t make her way in a male-dominated profession by ceding control easily. Besides, providing him a challenge turned him on, and she wanted that. “Have you no imagination?”
“I’m pretty sure I have more than enough imagination for the both of us,” Brandon said with a chuckle. “Seems to me that you’re used to being chief in charge. That means that you need to exercise some imagination on being the submissive one here.”
Was he a good guesser, or did this guy just get her? She wouldn’t give up so easily, at least not yet. Jackie slid close to Brandon and reached between his legs to cradle his balls. A few gentle squeezes got his attention.
“Who’s the
skipper now?” Jackie asked applying pressure.
In a blink, Brandon seized her wrist, twirled her around, and captured her in a breathtaking grip. Soft kisses on her neck just below her ear weakened her knees, and she relaxed her body into his strong arms.
“What were you saying, matey?” he whispered through nibbling teeth at her ear.
Jackie giggled as she tried to pry his hands free. “Aye, aye.”
His embrace tightened. “Aye, aye, who?”
“Skipper,” she said, her voice breathy and soft.
Brandon released her, and she spun around to kiss him.
His mouth was ready and hungry, but she was hungrier. With her fingers laced through his hair, she pulled him close. His roughened lips against hers heightened her skin’s sensitivity. Every cell in her body was awake and tingling. She thrust her tongue into his mouth, and he returned her strokes by sucking on her lower lip. Just like on the dance floor, their moves syncopated precisely. The throbbing between her legs intensified. She wanted all of that attention on her nether lips too. Time to move the game forward.
Jackie pulled apart his shirt at the collar, ripping off buttons, which pinged on the floor. She shoved him down onto the piles of sails as he pulled her onto him. Straddling his waist and gripping his upper arms, Jackie leaned forward over his chest like a cat pinning its prey. Even with layers of clothes, his hard cock fit perfectly between her legs. She ground into him in slow, firm circles while studying his perfectly chiseled chest and abs.
Would he taste as good as he smelled? Starting in the middle of his chest, she began her quest. With long licks, she tasted every square inch of exposed flesh from his sternum to his chin. His salty skin, moist from the demands of dancing, excited her senses. Changing up the pace, she inserted soft kisses, then nibbles, bites, and rough sucks of his flesh. The man might end up battle scarred if he didn’t begin to fight back.
Her nibbles at one of his nipples elicited from Brandon a sharp intake of breath followed by a low moan. A little pain mixed with pleasure excited him too. Grinding harder into his swollen bulge, she turned her attention to his other nipple, this time sucking hard before treating him to a tender bite.
He drove his hips into her. “Keep going,” he begged.
Doubt flickered through Jackie’s mind. Who was this man writhing and moaning underneath her? He looked exquisitely the part of a playboy. Charm oozed from every pore. Lies probably slid off his tongue, justified by the instant pleasure they brought. She knew the games the players played too well. He would never be her type. She would never be his. But could enjoying a few hours with him be so wrong when he felt so right against her body?
In the split second of her hesitation, Brandon bucked his hips and flipped her over, only to press his entire body against her. Every inch of him tensed. Her body ached for him.
“Did you think I was going to let you have all the fun?” The moonlight pouring in from behind him cast his face in a dark shadow, yet his gleaming smile flashed like a lightning bolt.
Jackie followed his strong jawline with her finger. “No one is going to have any fun if you keep your clothes on all night.”
He ran his tongue along her ear and then said in a raspy voice, “What are you waiting for?”
Jackie squirmed out from beneath him. “Sit.”
He obeyed without hesitation, but his impish grin suggested that he questioned her authority.
She slipped her hands under Brandon’s shirt to feel his chest. Warm, smooth skin across hard muscles met her flat palms. She glided her hands up and kneaded his shoulders. His moans pushed her sense of urgency to see him naked. She slid down one sleeve of his shirt, then the other, leaving him bare-chested. He offered no resistance. Tonight, she held the winning ticket to the lottery. Her racing heart and shallow breaths left her dizzy with anticipation.
His strong chest muscles transitioned to a well-defined set of abs. His jeans rode low on his hips, the waistband of white cotton boxers peeking out. Jackie unbuttoned his jeans and slowly pulled the zipper down. His hard cock strained against his boxers. She paused.
Time always stood still in that moment before seeing someone naked for the first time. Would he look any less perfect without those faded jeans that were worn so thin in the ass and knees that the denim was white and frayed?
Without need of instruction, Brandon lifted his hips just enough for Jackie to pull his jeans and boxers down, leaving him completely exposed. Even though summer had just started, his skin was already a light, weathered bronze except for the ivory section where his swimsuit would be. Against the white sails, his body gleamed in the moonlight.
A work of art.
All hers.
All night.
His dick stood at rigid attention. Its size did more than simply impress her; it made her wet with desire. Would she be able to wrap her hand around its substantial girth? Her core pulsed with blood rushing to her pussy. How he would fill her up!
Where to begin? Jackie considered the many palatable options. A smile crept over her face, as she recalled how fine his ass looked in those faded jeans. “Roll over,” she commanded.
Brandon opened his mouth to speak, but Jackie covered it with her hand. “Roll over, I said.”
He complied.
His ass was perfect. The strong upper back flexed broadly, then tapered to a taut waist tucked into the inward curve of his spine. Just above the dimples on his ass, the color of his skin changed from creamy white to sun-drenched bronze. Muscular, rounded, and with indentations on the side, Brandon’s behind rivaled that of a Michelangelo statue.
“You have a truly spectacular ass,” Jackie declared in appreciation of the physical specimen in front of her.
“Uh, thanks?” Brandon’s voice pitched higher than normal.
“I’m not some butt-fetish person, don’t worry.” Jackie giggled. “You have a great body. And, I have to admit, I like a good butt on a man.”
Jackie finally gave in to a nightlong of urgings and pressed the heels of her hand into the indents on the side of Brandon’s ass. She grabbed on and squeezed, then gave his irresistible behind one quick slap that left a pink tinge on his butt cheek.
“Ouch!” Brandon protested, yet remained still.
“Sorry, I just couldn’t resist. It wasn’t that hard, was it?” Jackie asked sheepishly.
Brandon rolled over and pulled Jackie down onto him. “No, it wasn’t that hard. But my cock is. You’re driving me crazy.”
* * * *
The time for games and teasing was over. Brandon tugged Jackie up to a standing position so he could get her dress off. Hastily, he pulled it over her head and let it drop next to him into a dark pool among the white sails. Without pause, he slid his hands into the sides of her underpants to slip them down her thighs. With a wiggle, Jackie helped his efforts. She deftly stepped out of the panties and stood utterly, deliciously naked in front of him.
He ran his hands slowly up and down her body from thighs to breasts, her cool and silky skin quivering under his touch. She’d closed her eyes and let her head tip back as if inviting him to take all of her in. He planned on it.
Her full breasts fit perfectly in his hands. It was as if her body was made for him. Letting the weight of her rest in his hands, he circled around her areolae with his thumbs. Her nipples contracted.
He reached one arm around to her ass and pulled her tight against him. With his other hand, he rolled her hardened nipple between his thumb and index finger. A shudder ran through her body. Applying steady pressure, he pinched. A soft groan escaped her parted lips.
He leaned down and took one of the taut peaks into his mouth. With light suckles, he circled her hard cherry with his tongue. Increasing the pressure and adding in grazes with his teeth brought forth a gasp. He considered stopping and asking if she was okay, but her death grip on his ass told him she wanted all of this and more.
She’d get it tonight. His hold on her round, muscular ass kept her firmly against him
as he pressed his throbbing hard-on against her hip. Still gorging on her luscious breasts, Brandon felt her hand on his cock. She adroitly slid him between her legs and began sliding her slick slit along his length.
“Brandon, I want you inside me. Now.”
So engorged he thought he might explode any moment, he held her against him. At this level of arousal, he wouldn’t last long inside her. And he wanted more of her first. He stared into her upturned face, illuminated by the moonlight to a creamy white. Her limpid eyes pulled him in. “There’s only one thing I’d rather have right now,” he said.
Her body stiffened. “What’s wrong?”
He kissed her softly, barely touching his lips to hers. “Nothing. Lie back.”
She complied without hesitation.
He positioned her atop the foot-high ledge where the sails lay folded. Kneeling in front of her, he gently spread her legs apart. The gritty floor might chew up his kneecaps by the time he was done, but he was willing to pay the price to enjoy Jackie’s glorious body.
Gently rubbing her inner thighs with the backs of his fingers, he watched her face. “You are extraordinary.”
She gave him a smile so open he never wanted to forget it. Everything about her seemed genuine, from her perfectly round and natural breasts to the triangle of luxuriant dark hair covering her mound. No wax job to turn her into a prepubescent. And no jewels applied in butterfly or flower outlines. Just 100 percent woman, the way he loved it.
Unable to resist, he ran his fingers up through her pubic hair and cupped her mound lightly. Kneading her gently, he gazed into her eyes. “I want all of you tonight, Jackie. Will you give yourself to me?”
Darkness passed over her face, but she smiled and said, “My body is all yours.”
Her body. She’d give him that, but was she hiding something or holding back a part of her? Since when did he start looking for more than just a great fuck?
Jackie nudged his chin with her foot. He looked up to see the sultriest smile. She licked her lips and said, “Was that not the answer you were looking for? Or do you need some instructions about where you should put your mouth next?”
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