I knew what was coming, and I angled her hips so that the tip of my bulging cock started to strike her G-spot, that point that sent her into a white-hot daze of ecstasy.
She bit down on the pillow and let out a sharp scream that was muffled by it as she came, a full-body orgasm that made even me have to marshal my will to keep from letting it throw me over the edge and finish inside her. I felt years of tension melting away in Jillian’s body all around me, all because of the thick cock between her legs, and it gave me more pride that anything else in the world ever could.
And I wasn’t anywhere near done with her yet.
Twenty-Six
Jillian
“Oh fuck!” I cried out, my whole body trembling as I came.
Bruin was behind me, slamming into my pussy over and over again, his huge hands gripping my ass to hold me steady. I all but collapsed onto the soft bed, his cock springing free. My legs had totally buckled beneath me, unable to hold me up any longer. The waves of orgasm were so intense they made tears burn in my eyes as I lay exhausted and spent on the sheets.
“Good girl,” Bruin said, his tone arrogant in the sexiest way possible. Like he knew just how good I felt, just how perfectly he played my body like a damn instrument. It was like he understood what my body needed long before even I did. He fucked in ways I never even considered before in my wildest fantasies.
My fantasies which just so happened to involve him.
“Don’t you dare think for one second that I’m finished with you, Jillian,” he growled, leaning over me.
He kissed a delicate line up my spine, his hands sliding down my sides, my hips. He kissed the back of my neck and I shivered, my body awakening again already, to beg him to fuck me more. His hard cock, slick with my come, pressed against my ass cheek. I used my dwindling strength to grind up against him, and I felt a thrill of pleasure when he groaned appreciatively.
“You just love teasing my cock, don’t you?” he whispered, his lips right next to my ear.
His breath on my neck, that ticklish spot below my ear, was enough to make me even wetter. Bruin was magic. Discovering places on my body that turned me on, new places I had never thought about before. His every whisper at my ear sent a burning tendril of bliss through my body, burning deep inside my pussy. I was still aching for him, and it almost scared me. How desperately I needed him, how addictive he was. How I longed for him to use my body, fuck me like a little toy, like the carefree, reckless little slut he turned into. I had spent my life being so cautious, so studious, so afraid to even dip my toe in the deep end of the pool for fear of drowning. I was always too afraid of losing control to give up even an inch of it at a time. I had been fighting to stay on top of things, keep my heart and body to myself.
Hell, I had been with Daniel for three months and never once fucked him. And God knows, he had tried. Over and over again. Asking me to stay the night at his hotel. Begging to come with him on a business trip to some tropical paradise so we could sleep together at night. And sure enough, a few times, we had slept together in the same bed, but that was all we did: sleep. Even in my skimpiest, laciest cami and undies, I never let him do more than kiss me and feel me up. And even just that tiny bit of intimacy had scared the hell out of me. I had felt so out of control. It just felt wrong.
But with Bruin, it was a totally different story. He made me feel amazing. Free.
“Fuck me again,” I murmured, turning to glance back at Bruin over my shoulder. He was standing over me, his long, hard cock standing erect and ready. He had the stamina of multiple men, I could have sworn. “I don’t want you to stop until I can’t even stand up again.”
He bent over and took my face in his hands, gently kissing me at first, then harder. His hand slid down to caress my breasts, rolling my nipples between his fingers as I moaned into his mouth. God, it felt so good. Every tiny touch he gave me set me on fire. I didn’t know how he managed it. If someone had told me he had electricity in his fingertips, I would have nearly believed them. He broke away and stood up, then snapped his fingers.
“Get up, sweetheart. Time for a venue change,” he said, smiling darkly. There was a mischievous glint in those gorgeous blue eyes that made my heart skip a beat, stumbling to keep up with itself. He had something crazy in mind, I was sure.
I obeyed him dutifully, heaving my exhausted body off the bed to stand before him. He looked me up and down, raking over my with a hungry gaze. I almost felt like I was a vulnerable little creature standing in front of a ravenous wolf who was barely restraining the urge to devour me. Bruin wanted me. He wanted me badly. And that turned me on more than anything else. That a sexy, powerful, dominant man like him could desire someone like me. He saw a different side of me. In my line of work, I had to be assertive, self-confident. Even a little demanding sometimes. But with Bruin, all that bravado melted away. I was submissive, begging for more instructions to obey. I wanted nothing more than to please him and do what he wanted.
If it had been any other man making me feel that way, I would have resented it. Even feared it. But I trusted Bruin with every fiber of my being. I knew he would never hurt me. In fact, he did the opposite of hurting me. He made me feel like a goddess. Like I was treasured. Like he worshipped my body with every touch.
“Tell me what you want,” I murmured, looking up at him adoringly. He smiled.
Bruin hoisted me up, my legs instinctively wrapping around his waist. His hard cock slid against my dripping folds, brushing my overly sensitive clit and making me gasp with unexpected pleasure. He rocked his hips slowly, tantalizingly. His shaft rubbed back and forth along my slit as I tilted my head back, my eyes rolling toward the ceiling. It was almost too much, and he wasn’t even inside me.
He carried me out of the bedroom, both of us stark naked. For a moment I felt terrified that one of the many crew members would see us. Where the hell was Bruin taking me? He carried me down the hall and to the stairs, taking me up to the next deck. I could hear the rustling and low conversation of crew members somewhere, and I clung to Bruin anxiously, my eyes wide. What was his plan here?
“What if someone sees us?” I asked fearfully.
Bruin grinned. “That’s part of the thrill, baby. Maybe they’ll catch us, maybe they won’t.”
And suddenly, he was right. It was a thrill. I had never considered myself an exhibitionist, but Bruin made it feel sexy, not scary. He carried me to the library and took me inside, slamming the door shut behind him. He set me down and pressed me against one of the bookshelf-lined walls, lifting one of my legs to wrap around his waist as his hand slid down between my thighs. He stroked my clit and kissed me, his tongue pushing into my mouth as I rocked and moaned. It was too much too soon. My body was shaking, the sensation of his fingers against my clit overwhelming. Just before I came again, Bruin broke our kiss and gave me another order.
“Get on your knees.”
I dropped down immediately, licking my lips as I took his stiff cock in my hands and began to stroke him, pumping up and down. I looked up at him and he said, “Suck my cock. I want to feel the back of your throat, sweetheart.”
I obeyed, taking him into my mouth, feeling my cheeks ache as I bobbed up and down on his cock. My tongue flicked around the head of his shaft, my hands fondling his balls as he rocked his hips, fucking my mouth.
“Touch yourself while you blow me,” he ordered. “I want you to be nice and wet for me when I decide to fuck you again.”
I began fingering my own pussy while I deep-throated Bruin’s cock, nearly gagging myself again and again. But I loved it. Somehow, every time I felt his cock at the back of my throat, it just thrilled me. I felt proud, amazed at myself for being able to do it. I wanted to impress him, to make him feel as good as he made me feel.
“Oh, just like that,” Bruin hissed. He wrapped a fist in my hair and pushed me down on his cock, making me nearly cough. “Fucking take it, baby,” he growled.
I moaned, feeling my slick juices all over my finge
rs. God, I was so wet. I had never thought giving a blowjob could turn me on like this. But then again, this was Bruin. Every single thing he did, everything about him turned me on like nothing else.
“I bet you’d love for me to come down your throat, wouldn’t you?” he said.
I moaned, begging him to do it. To fill my mouth with his seed. I wanted so badly to taste him, to swallow every last drop. But he wasn’t done with me yet.
“Not yet, baby. I need that pussy nice and wet for me because I’m going to fuck you hard. I’m not going to show you a scrap of mercy,” he promised, his voice low and serious. God, I wanted that so badly. I wanted him to fuck me until I was broken. I wanted him to split me in half, use me and fill me up with his come.
“Stand up, Jillian. I don’t want to come in your mouth. I want to fill up that sweet, tight, little pussy of yours,” he insisted through gritted teeth.
I could tell it was taking all his strength not to blow. I got up and wiped my mouth, waiting for his instructions. He led me by the hand to the huge glossy window by the two reading chairs. I shied away for a moment, afraid that someone on the deck might look up and see us naked at any moment. But Bruin was not about to let me hide myself away.
“I’m going to fuck you in full view of the harbor,” he said, smirking.
“We could get caught,” I mumbled, my eyes wide.
He nodded and walked over to me, kissing me deeply. Then he pulled over the rolling cart used to carry books from one part of the library to the other. He picked me up and set me on it, pushing me down so I was lying on my back. I looked at him expectantly, a little afraid of getting caught, but more aroused by the idea of fucking the hottest man alive right in the open. Right now, I didn’t give a damn who saw us. I just needed Bruin inside me.
“You ready, baby?” he whispered. I nodded.
“Yes. Please. I’m so fucking wet, Bruin,” I pleaded. He smirked, pleased with my answer.
He positioned the head of his cock at my opening and teased me, rubbing the tip all around it in a tight circle, making me rock my hips. I gripped the sides of the cart for dear life.
“Beg for it,” he ordered.
“Please. I need you, Bruin.”
“What do you need?”
“Your cock. Deep inside me. I want you to tear me apart,” I begged. “Come inside me. Make me yours.”
“Oh, Jillian,” he said, shoving his full, enormous length inside me as I cried out. “You’re already mine.”
Nothing could have prepared me for the next few minutes.
He gripped the sides of the cart, sliding it back and forth, using it as leverage to pump his cock into me so hard it made me scream. I felt like he might literally be ripping me in two, and to be honest, I kind of hoped he was. I wanted it to hurt. I wanted to be so close to him that we became one. There was nothing in this world that felt so good as Bruin’s cock inside me. This was where I belonged, screaming and writhing before him while he used my body.
“Ohh. Oh, fuck,” I cried as he slammed into me again and again. I rocked my hips involuntarily, rising to meet his every thrust eagerly.
“Yes, yes, yes,” he grunted, pumping into me with abandon. Gone was his tight self-control. Now there was nothing holding him back. “You’re so fucking tight for me, baby. So goddamn tight.”
I could feel my pussy clenching, preparing to come again. Bruin leaned forward over me, kissing my breasts, my neck, my lips as he fucked me faster and harder. Finally he tensed up at the same time I did, both of us screaming out as we came in a gush of mingling juices. He pumped into me a few more times, then relaxed, peppering my face with gentle, loving kisses.
I didn’t care if all of Fort Lauderdale saw us fucking. It didn’t matter. All that mattered in the whole world was right here in my arms. He had been the center of my universe for years, even though it was only recently that I admitted it. And now? There was no going back.
Twenty-Seven
Bruin
Neither of us really realized how much time had passed in our haze of relentless sex. Neither of us wanted it to end, ever. Even after I’d finished, I’d slid my cock out of her and hugged her close to me as I walked us back to a big leather armchair and sat back with her, kissing her softly while we breathed together, hearts still racing.
I had lost track of time while we were together, and Jillian melted into a limp mess of limbs and dark hair.
Eventually, I picked her up and carried her helpless form to the shower, where I let hot water wash over us until I could set Jillian down on wobbling legs. She leaned on me in the shower, sighing into my chest. I was like a rock-solid wall for her to lean on, and I beamed down at her as she rested there.
I turned her around and helped wash her off, running my hands between her lower lips and washing away my seed and her juices in the hot water. She moaned and leaned back into me, resting the back of her head against my chest and looked up at me backwards, smiling softly.
“Hi,” she said finally.
“Hi,” I answered.
I couldn’t resist myself, though, and I slipped a finger into her warm, slick pussy and watched her face wince in delight before I took it out and gently massaged her lips, savoring their warmth as I guided her down from everything I’d just put her through.
My whole body was satisfied, too, and it was all because of Jillian.
Most of the shower passed in silence. We didn’t need to say anything. We just needed the peace of each other’s presence in the wake of that mind-blowing sex and the dull rhythm of the shower to soothe us. By the time we stepped out of the shower, we could have fallen asleep.
“Can we just lay on the bed for a while?” she asked as she walked into the bedroom, looking over her shoulder and catching me checking out her naked, wet backside. I smiled at her and tossed her a towel.
“Let’s get some coffee upstairs,” I said. “That’s tempting, but 3:00 p.m. probably isn’t the best time to take a nap.”
“Party-pooper,” she said, winking at me as she toweled off. We got dressed and headed upstairs within about ten minutes.
Along the way, we passed the dining room, where one of the staff members was quietly cleaning up the mess I’d made. Jillian and I exchanged a glance, and I winked at her. I took out another fifty-dollar bill and set it on the dining room bar, knocking on the wood to get the man’s attention to it before pointing, nodding, and watching him smile appreciatively before we headed upstairs.
I made us each a cup of that Jamaican coffee I loved so much once we were upstairs in that same lounge where I’d bent her over that coffee table the first time. Jillian sat at the bar while I made the coffee, resting her head in her arms, and soon, the smell of coffee in the room was perking us up.
“It probably goes without saying by now, but it’s so good to see you,” she said softly when I set down the mugs of coffee for us, sitting at the barstool next to her and rubbing her shoulders.
“You’ve got a knack for surprises.”
“That’s something I’d never thought I’d hear from you,” she said, taking the coffee and smiling warmly at the aroma. “Oh my God, what is this? It smells incredible.”
“Blue Mountain,” I said simply. “Some of the best there is.” I watched her carefully sip the hot drink, and I felt my heart swell at the sight of her enjoying something I loved so much. It was the little things that made me appreciate her as much as the big things.
“I couldn’t stay away,” she said suddenly, looking up at me. “That’s why I’m here, I mean. I just... you were in my head every day, Bruin. I know I sound like a dumb teenager again saying that.”
“It’s not stupid, Jill,” I took her chin, bringing her gaze back up to me after she tried to look away shyly. “I’ve felt the same thing. Every morning I wake up without you is just gray.”
Her face lit up, and it was more beautiful than a sunrise in the Keys. But the smile on my face couldn’t last longer than a few seconds.
“Seeing
you here made me happier than I’ve been all week.”
“What?” she asked, tensing up a little. “Did something happen?”
I frowned. “I wanted to tell you in Santa Barbara, but I didn’t want to spoil the little time we had together. Now that we’ve had this, I don’t want to spoil today, either, but you need to know. I had a run-in with your brother.”
Her face fell and started to go pale, and I could tell she was foreseeing what was going to come next. “You’re kidding me.”
“It did not go ideally. He stormed down to the yacht to raise hell. Squared off with me at the gangway and made it clear he doesn’t want the two of us together. I don’t know what he plans on doing to back that up, but I’m worried that if we keep seeing each other, it’s going to hurt what you two have.”
Tears welled up in Jill’s eyes, and her jaw fell open slowly. “He-he can’t be serious. Are you sure?”
“He was serious, Jill,” I said, taking her hands in mine. “He hinted at it when I was first trying to get you on the boat. Your brother sees me differently than you do. He’s known me since I started college, and well,” I glanced at my coffee, then back to Jill. “Sometimes he still sees the freshman fuckup sleeping off a hangover through his exams. He thinks Emma is living proof that I’m not responsible.”
“What?” Tears spilled down her cheeks, but there was anger in her eyes. “Emma? For God’s sake.! Bruin, Emma is proof of the good man you’ve become.” She reached forward, stroking my cheek with her hand. “He probably hasn’t even met Emma and seen the two of you together. If I had any doubts about what kind of man you are, seeing what an incredible dad you are made them evaporate.”
The word struck me like right in the heart, and for a moment, I thought I felt a tear in my own eye. I’d never really thought about how I looked to other people with Emma. It had always been just the two of us doing our thing. More tears flowed from her face, and I could tell that she saw my emotions written in my eyes.
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