“If you really want to leave, now would be the time to do it.”
“No.”
The one-word plea stopped him dead. She opened her eyes and watched as his passion warred with his next words. His breath came hard, and when she looked lower she could see his cock pressing against the fly of his trousers. “No to this, or no to leaving?”
For the first time in her life, she made a decision that was not the safe one. She moved her hand to rest lightly on his shaft, felt it jerk beneath her fingers and traced a path from the tip to the base through the soft fabric.
Kyle’s breath came out as a hiss. He didn’t move, only watched her other hand join the first and fumble with his button and zipper until she pulled it down. A pair of black boxer-briefs was all that stood between her hands and the hard, hot flesh of his cock.
She looked from his bulging crotch to his impassioned eyes. “I never do this kind of thing.”
“I know.” His lips pressed to hers and nipped at her bottom lip. One strong hand slid behind her neck and tugged at the bow of material that secured the halter top of her dress. It came apart easily, exposing her braless breasts to him. His hand immediately covered one. His fingers grazed the nipple and she moaned deeply as the sensations shot directly to her pussy.
Her head dropped back and her chest pressed forward giving him better access to her sensitive skin.
He lowered his head and sucked one nipple into his warm mouth. Charley didn’t think she could be more turned on, but his mouth set her on fire. She would have given him anything at that moment. His delicious tongue and the gentle tugging of his lips washed all her doubts away.
Her hands went to his shoulders and gripped with more force than she intended. If Kyle noticed her deathlike grip, he didn’t say anything. His tongue swirled around the areola and then he blew on the wet skin. She gasped as her nipple tightened further and the sensation shot directly to the place between her legs.
She felt the slide of the back zipper as he eased it down to the swell of her ass. His fingers felt along that crease, slid under one cheek and lifted her. Then her dress slipped down under her hips and legs, to puddle on the carpet.
Kyle pulled away and looked from her flushed face to the tiny thong triangle that covered her soaked pussy. Then his eyes lowered to the black thigh-high stockings and four-inch heels. “My god, Charley. You’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.”
She didn’t know what to say. Her face burned hot with embarrassment at being so exposed to a man she’d only met the day before. But god help her, she didn’t want him to stop.
He saved her the trouble. “Lie back for me.”
She hesitated.
“Trust me.”
She did as he asked, while scooting back so that her legs and feet were on the bed. He leaned down and slid her shoes off letting them drop.
Then she watched him stand up, unbutton and remove his shirt before letting his trousers fall to the floor. His chest and arms bulged with muscle and was speckled with a dark smattering of hair. She wanted to touch him, taste him. She wished she had her camera to photograph how beautiful he was. The thought almost took her out of the moment. It had never before entered her mind to bring her passion for photography into the bedroom. What was happening to her?
He slid his fingers under the elastic on his shorts and pulled them down and off in one, smooth motion. He was glorious, hard, thick, long. Her pussy actually clenched when she first saw his cock standing out perpendicular to his washboard abs. She bit down on her bottom lip as he mounted the bed and slid alongside her.
His fingers traced a path from the elastic on her thong, dipped into her navel and up over her ribs. She trembled. “Are you afraid of me, Charley?”
She thought about the question. “A little.”
He laughed. “Do you always tell the truth?”
“It’s easier.”
His smile waned but not entirely. “Why are you afraid of me?”
“Getting attached to you means getting hurt. I know it wouldn’t be your fault, but the result is the same.”
“And you’ve been hurt before.” He kissed her shoulder.
She nodded watching his eyes as they devoured her face.
“Don’t you think I’m taking the same risk?” He palmed the underside of her full breast and let his thumb caress the nipple.
She gasped and arched her back, pushing her breast into his hand. “I think you do this all the time without forming an attachment to the women you sleep with.”
“Why does that make me less vulnerable?” His mouth replaced his thumb, suckled gently on her sensitive bud and then tugged it until it almost hurt but sent a shock of pleasure to her pussy at the same time.
Somehow she found it admirable that he didn’t attempt to deny the frequency of his affairs.
“I avoid these kinds of activities while you seek them out.” The last word came out as a scream when he switched to her other tit and sucked again to the point where pleasure and pain were a blurred line.
“Who hurt you so badly that you want to deny yourself pleasure?”
She debated internally about lying to him. In this case it might be easier to lie and what would it matter? By next week, she’d never see Kyle Macintyre again. Still, the truth spilled out automatically. “My ex-husband.”
His hand slid to her abdomen and his lips nuzzled her ear. “What happened?”
The memory of her ex quelled some of her passion, and she rose on her elbows and looked him directly in the eyes. “He didn’t take the whole monogamy thing all that seriously. Why do you want to know all of this?” She hated the desperate sound her voice had taken on. She wanted to seem like none of it mattered, but of course that was a lie. Charley was no good at lying.
She’d expected her sudden outburst to end the encounter. She was already kicking herself for breaking the mood and feeling a bit relieved at the same time. She knew Kyle was trying to put her at ease. She knew he just wanted them both to enjoy the sex. She couldn’t fathom why it mattered to him if she had a good time, but she could tell that it did.
Instead of moving away and dressing as she’d expected, he leaned his chest over hers and eased her back down to the soft mattress, while sliding his fingers under the triangle of her thong.
“I told you we were going to be friends, Charley. Friends want to know the good as well as the bad. I want to know, because I care.” Even as he said it, he gently caressed the soft flesh of her lower abdomen.
She didn’t know what to say. She’d never met anyone like him.
“How long had you known he was having an affair?”
A small squeak of sound escaped her lips as he slid his fingers back and forth along the swell of her mound. “I…I’d known all along. He was never faithful.
It was completely crazy that they were having this conversation at all, let alone having it while his fingers distracted her.
He stilled. “Why did you stay?”
She would have given anything to have had the ability to lie in that moment. She wanted to say something clever and brush off the situation that had left her in pieces. “I didn’t want to be a failure. I thought if I left he would have made a fool of me.” She pushed his hand away and sat up. “In the end, I let him make an even bigger fool of me when he walked out.”
His hand closed around her shoulder keeping her from leaving the bed with steady but gentle pressure. “He’s the fool. He was lucky to have you. It was his duty to make you happy.”
She turned back toward him. “You really believe that?”
He shrugged. “That’s what marriage is meant to be, two people making every effort to give each other happiness.”
“Not in my experience.”
He gave a laugh that held no joy. “I’m only going by my parents and maybe my own hopes.”
She touched his cheek and leaned back into his waiting arms. “It’s a nice dream.”
He smiled and looked into her eyes. “I will
never lie to you, Charley. I have no idea what might happen between us. Maybe it will be nothing more than one night. Maybe you’ll break my heart. I only know that I like you and I want you. Your ex was an asshole. Don’t let him ruin the rest of your life. He already got too many years that he didn’t deserve.”
His hand moved lower and one finger slid between her lips into her wetness. Her hips pressed up against his caress. Her eyes closed and she let another cry of pleasure escape. He brushed her clit with one finger before dipping it into her slit. She was sopping wet with desire for him. His fingers were magical. Her abs tightened and pressure built behind her pelvis. He kissed her ear and whispered to her about how beautiful she was. Rubbing and caressing her clit with varying degrees of pressure, brought her closer to release.
She clutched his arm and her fingernails dug into his flesh. If he minded, he didn’t say. “Kyle, I…”
“Tell me, baby.”
She had no idea what she wanted to say. More, maybe. She couldn’t think. All her good-girl sensibilities went out the porthole when he was there. His touch brought her higher.
“Look at me, Charley. I want to see you come. I need to see your eyes when you shatter.”
She opened her eyes just as his fingers brought her orgasm crashing down around her. Her mouth opened on a scream that he muffled with his tongue and lips. Still his eyes never left hers. He pressed tightly to her clit until the waves of pleasure slowed. Her body shook. Her hands clutched at his arm and the blankets.
When she relaxed, he broke the kiss. “You’re amazing.”
“You did all the work,” she said.
He laughed. “This is a joint effort, baby.”
He moved down the bed until his face was leaning against her hip. He licked his fingers, moaned and touched the smoothly shaved skin of her pussy. She quaked at his touch while he slid the thong over her thighs and stockings. He dropped the lacy confection on the floor.
“So pretty.”
“What are you doing? Don’t you want…” She broke off the sentence, unable to finish it.
His hand stilled and he looked up at her. “Say it,” he commanded.
She took a deep breath. Her clit tightened and renewed moisture flowed to her pussy. “Don’t you want to fuck me?”
He groaned deep in his chest. “I do and I will, but first I want to make you come like no one else ever has.”
She blushed. “You already did that.”
The smile he gave her almost had her coming again without his fingers even moving. “Not yet. I want more. Watching you come is so hot. I may never get enough of it.” His lips touched the inside of her thigh.
She gasped and her hips bucked of their own accord. She clutched at the blanket and looked down the length of her body. Kyle knelt on the floor, pushed her knees until they were bent and pulled her butt down to the edge of the bed. His fingers bit into the soft skin of her ass cheeks while he lifted her just off the soft mattress. The first swipe of his tongue was an electrical charge. His second slid from her anus to her clit. She bit the inside of her cheek to keep from alerting the crew in nearby staterooms to their activity.
Bucking against his face, pleasure tightened once again deep inside her. His mouth closed over her clit and he sucked while she lifted her hips off the bed and stifled cry after cry.
When his fingers slid inside her wet crease, he sucked harder. She came in a rush of rapture. Pulsing around his digit and grunting until the pleasure settled and flowed away.
Suddenly, he was hovering above her. “You really are incredible.”
His lips closed on hers. She tasted herself on him and her body responded with desire that a moment before she would have sworn was sated. He was so beautiful, she had to touch him. He held himself up on his forearms, and she ran her hands along his ribs to his hips. One hand slid up his back while the other tracked around and down until her fingers grazed his cock. The skin was taut and soft to the touch.
He hissed as she gripped him, but he didn’t move allowing her to touch him. She pulled him through her grasp and rubbed the spot of pre-cum around the head. She did it again and her own excitement began to build again. Her hips lifted until his head was at her opening.
Kyle leaned over and opened the drawer in the bedside table. A foil packet appeared in his hand, which he quickly opened before kneeling between her bent legs and rolling the condom on his thick shaft.
Charley never took her eyes from his deft fingers. Her pussy clenched on the emptiness that yearned to be filled.
He leaned forward and captured her gaze once again. “Tell me you want me. Tell me that this is what you want too, baby.”
“I want you inside me, Kyle. I don’t know if I’ve ever wanted anything as much.” As if for emphasis, her hips rose to meet his suspended hips.
He pressed his head to her opening. “You don’t know how good it is just to hear you say those words.”
One torturous inch stretched her and then slid back out.
She cried in protest of the emptiness, before he moved forward again giving her another inch and pulling out. Her body arched up to meet each thrust. Her pussy tugged at his shaft with each drive.
“Kyle?”
“Tell me what you want, baby?”
“More,” she gasped.
He thrust in, giving her all of him, stretching her tight slit. He held perfectly still allowing her to adjust to his size before pulling back and thrusting inside again. “Charley, you feel so good. I think your pussy was made just for my cock.”
“It was,” she cried quietly.
“Say it.”
Her hips met every thrust. Her body clamped around him needing more. Her pleasure renewed, and she again felt the build of an orgasm. Her legs shook with need.
“Say it,” he commanded.
“Your cock was made for my pussy.”
“Goddam, that’s hot.”
Surprisingly, she thought so too.
She was rewarded for her dirty talk with hard, fast pumping that was nearly enough to send her into her third rapturous moment of the night. Her pussy ached for more of him. All her earlier doubt had left her. Only the moment and Kyle existed.
He held back, pressed his chest into her breasts and rolled until she was straddling his lap. She squealed in surprise at the unexpected move. His cock probed deeper inside her with the new position. She automatically rose on her knees and plunged down taking him deep inside her. She reveled in the control being on top gave her. Leaning forward, she put her palms on his chest and rocked her hips, changing the angle of his penetration. The sensation and power was heady.
Charley had always told her ex that she didn’t like being on the top. What made this different? Why was sex with Kyle so erotically charged? His body fit hers perfectly. His desire to give her pleasure overpowered everything else. Somehow he knew her body better than she did.
He gripped her hips and helped her set a steady rhythm. Her pussy clutched with every pump and fuck. Again and again he stretched her to her limit. Rising back up on her knees, she threw her head back and let him speed up the timing. She was so close to coming again. With one hand he continued to set the pace but with the other, he touched her clit. She cried his name. He rubbed harder and faster.
Gasps and exclamations she had never heard from herself before flowed from her mouth unchecked.
The ecstasy crashed over her, but she continued to rise and fall on his hard cock until her pussy’s clutching took him over the edge as well. She didn’t know if his eyes had stayed open or not. She couldn’t think about watching him come the way he had watched her. Her body shook and clamped around him tightly. His grunts of pleasure told her he’d not been disappointed.
Lifting her hips up and off, she rolled onto her back next to him. Immediately her pleasure was replaced by the knowledge that she had to get dressed and take the walk of shame back to her own stateroom. She felt the heat of her blush from her cheeks down to her breasts. She’d hardly recognized
the woman who’d just made love with Kyle. What was wrong with her?
Pushing up, she swung her legs over the side of the bed. She tried to get her body to calm. She didn’t want to be some silly, blushing idiot as she left him or let him know how deeply the experience had affected her.
“Don’t leave.”
She was so shocked by the plea, she turned and looked to make sure he was actually awake and not talking in his satisfied sleep.
Bright blue eyes looked back at her and he reached his hand out until his fingers closed around her forearm. “Please.”
“I think it would be better—”
“Don’t think so much, baby, just sleep with me a while. I have to get up early. We’re docking in Ketchikan at seven”
“All the more reason for me to go.”
“You’ll have plenty of time to get back and ready for the day. I just want to hold you.”
He looked so sincere. He didn’t really look as if he was going to roll over and go to sleep either. Against her better judgment, Charley lay back down on her side and allowed him to pull her back against his chest.
A second later he moved away. His fingers were on her thigh. She looked down to see him rolling her thigh-high stockings off, first one, then the other. He tossed them to the floor, but then got up, picked up her dress and carefully placed the garment over a chair in the corner. Once that was done, he climbed back into the bed and snuggled in behind her.
“Thank you.” She could hear the awe in her voice.
He chuckled. “You, my friend, have been dating the wrong kind of men.”
“Apparently.”
Chapter Four
She felt good in his arms. She sure as hell felt good wrapped around his cock. Sex with Charley had not been what he’d expected. She was so serious and brisk most of the time, he’d expected to have to draw her out. Nothing could have been further from the truth. She was all nerve endings and desire. Wherever he touched her had trembled with need. And her need, translated to the most incredible sex of his life.
The fact that she’d practically bolted for the door the moment it was over had cheapened it a bit. He hadn’t expected the surge of possessiveness that had erupted in him when she wanted to leave him. That had been a first.
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