by Nic Saint
“Can you think of something better to do?” she asked coyly.
He arched an eyebrow and pulled her in for another kiss. “I can think of a few,” he replied huskily, and then all thought of evil business tycoons was swept from her mind as her body responded eagerly to his touch.
Yes, there were indeed better things to do tonight…
Chapter 17
They’d walked along the deck to the stern of the boat, now cloaked in darkness, and she felt his hand slip down the soft globe of her buttock, steering her along.
“No one in sight,” he whispered as his hot breath stirred the delicate spot beneath her ear. She felt his hard body pressing into her as she was jammed up against the railing, and she experienced his need as powerful as her own.
In one fluid movement, he unfastened her slacks and let them slip to the floor, then made short shrift of her panties and she felt the cool night air stir the contours of her pussy. She sighed deeply when she felt his hardness press up against her, and he quickly spread her legs.
Obligingly, she took a wide stance, and her breath quickened when she felt his cock press up against her buttocks, already fully erect and ready for action.
She brought her hands back to touch him but he grasped her wrists and brought them to the railing, pinning them there. She wiggled her ass expectantly, as she felt the wetness of her pussy, hungry for cock.
“Take me, Roland,” she gasped as he toyed with her, his dick slapping wetly against her behind.
“What a sight,” he groaned as he stared down at the twin globes of her ass, reflected in the soft light of a half moon.
As cops and boats and whatever else was out there went about their business, here they stood, about to embark on the oldest of pastimes, him taking possession of the hottest woman he’d ever met. She was ready and willing, that much he knew, and still he held back. The moment he’d enter her, he feared he might explode, so hard was he. In fact he couldn’t remember ever having been this hot for any woman before.
He briefly pressed the tip of his cock against her ass cheeks, then lazily moved down, and pressed it up against her sphincter, putting some pressure there—probing, experiencing her flesh against his.
God, she was lovely, and the fire that crackled between them was like nothing he’d ever felt. If they weren’t a match made in heaven he didn’t know who was. She stirred briefly, stiffening when he probed her asshole with his wide cock, and he wondered whether to press on or not. Then he lowered his cock to her cunt, and let it slip inside, pushing all the way to the hilt in one lazy movement.
She cried out, then, whimpering when he plunged into her sex hole, and as he speared her against the railing, pushing deeply inside her, his hands were free to roam the rest of her body and he brought his fingers along her taut belly, then up until he reached her breasts beneath her shirt, and when he grasped her tits, covering them with his large hands, she slung back her head at the sensation and he claimed her lips the same way his cock was claiming her wet cunt.
“You’re mine,” he growled. “All mine.”
“Yes,” she whimpered. “Yes, Roland. Fuck me—fuck me hard!”
And fuck her hard he did. Pounding that cunt like here was no tomorrow, he fucked her relentlessly, punching his hot rod into that soaking wet fuckhole over and over again, sliding all the way up to her cervix and back until they were both soaked with sweat.
She pressed her hands upon his pelvis, forcing him to break stride, and he let himself slip out. She then flipped around and slung a leg around his waist, her pussy open and inviting. With a soft grunt he slid back inside, now taking her even more deeply than before, and she arched her back against the railing as he started bucking and fucking.
She’d literally never fucked like this before, she thought. No man had ever given her so much pleasure. As he slid that big monster cock of his back inside her tiny hole, pressing the thick corded girth of his length against her slicked-up snatch, she thought she would explode from pure pleasure. And then she did, her orgasm lifting her up and slamming her down and when she felt the wet sounds of his fucking intensify, she knew she was dripping wet, the lubrication of her nectar dripping down her long legs and washing his cock and balls with the juices of her sex.
She now slung her other leg around his waist and her arms around his neck and now he was all the way inside, deeper than any man had ever been, and she could feel the tip of his cock press up against her cervix, about to explode a ton of cum into her trembling womb. For a moment she wavered with the temptation to let him. She wanted to receive his Thornton cum into her sacred center, but then he removed the decision from her grasp when he slowed down his thrusts and remained immobile inside her, merely resting within.
Panting, he devoured her mouth, his tongue mashing against hers, and she felt as close to him as she had ever felt to any human being, his cock buried deeply inside her belly and his tongue lodged in her mouth, her body pressed up against him, only a thin film of sweat separating them.
For a brief moment, she felt as if they were truly one. One body, one mind, one soul. She was Roland Thornton and he was her… and then a gruff voice broke the spell.
“When you two are done fucking, can you join the rest of the crew? We have a problem.”
Kevin, apparently not too well pleased, turned his back abruptly and stalked off again, and Alicia was inordinately pleased all he’d seen was Roland’s broad back and clenched up buttocks, her legs slung across them.
With an annoyed grunt, Roland released her and gently returned her to earth, or rather the boat deck, and they dressed in silence, wondering what the hell was going on now.
As Alicia bent over to pick up her clothes, Roland’s still erect cock, dripping wet with her juices caught her eyes. He hadn’t yet found release, she knew, and in a split second decision went down on her knees, grabbing hold of his dick.
“Alicia,” he whispered as she let his cock slide deeply into her mouth, her lips closing around the boiling hot veiny surface, her own nectar flowing into her throat.
But then lust took over, and he watched in fascination as she used her hands and lips to jerk him off. It didn’t take long for him to reach his climax this time, and when he blew his load between her lips, his hot semen coating her tongue and throat, she welcomed it eagerly, swallowing down his hot seed with convulsive gulps.
Cradling his balls, she licked his cock clean, sucking the last droplets from the tiny slit at the end, and when she’d devoured the last of it, she rose to her feet, her breasts waggling seductively, and he grabbed hold of the back of her neck and pulled her in for a devastating kiss, their tongues meshing as his other hand grasped her tit and then his lips descended along her neck until they reached her nipple and he sucked it in greedily, his hand slipping down further still, until it had reached her cunt and his finger was inside before she knew what happened.
Slightly opening her legs, she was surprised to see his dick was still hard and erect, and when he whirled her around again and pressed his length inside her cunt once again, pumping in and out like a man on fire, she cried out a second time that night, her peak even reaching higher pitch than the first.
With short, steady jerks, he fucked her relentlessly, his hands holding her hips in an iron grip, and when she bent over, her legs spread wide, he suddenly pulled out and sprayed a load of cum straight onto her tits, waggling upside down between her legs, the gooey hot substance dribbling down her nipples and then onto her face. The second spurt landed on her neck and the third on her tongue.
“God, what the fuck is happening to me?” he asked as he pulled her upright and watched how she spread his cum all across her face and chest.
“Same thing that’s happening to me,” she breathed, and let her hands rake across his bare chest, hard and panting.
They couldn’t get enough of each other, that much was obvious, and if Kevin hadn’t shown up a second time, even more pissed off than the first, they might have gone for a third
round.
Now they quickly got dressed and with a smile and a giggle, hurried over to the bridge.
Chapter 18
Pablo looked up when the twosome approached. “Got trouble,” he informed them. He gestured at a lone boat lying not thirty feet away. Roland squinted at the vessel.
“What is it? Police? What?”
“Don’t know. Police have all left, I think, and they arrested most of the bandits. This one showed up just now, after the last of the others disappeared from sight. Been lying like that for at least ten minutes.”
Alicia folded her arms across her chest, and Pablo couldn’t help but notice her nice, big tits being pressed up by the motion. She was one hot dame, he thought, watching her intently. If only he could lay his hands on a fox like that…
She caught his eye, and he quickly looked away.
Then his attention was drawn back to the boat lying at anchor and blocking their passage.
“Can’t you go around?” suggested Kevin.
“We could… unless they decide to take a shot at us.”
“But why didn’t the police take them into custody?” Alicia looked more annoyed than troubled by the presence of the lone vessel.
“They must have missed them” Roland shrugged. “Maybe it’s just a fisherman, curious to see what all the fuss was about.”
“Or maybe it’s one of Bashar’s men, and they’re waiting until they’re sure the coast is clear,” said Kevin, expressing the less desirable alternative.
“Could be,” agreed Roland. He eyed Pablo intently, and the little guy felt a tug of discomfort.
Uh-oh. He hadn’t known Thornton long enough to know what it was exactly he wanted from him, but he knew a look like that spelled trouble.
The man’s next words confirmed his suspicion. “Why don’t you and I go over there for a look-see?”
Pablo shrugged, feeling this was better than the alternative, namely having their throats slit while they were asleep below decks. “Sure. What did you have in mind?”
Roland gave him a lazy grin. “Fancy going for a swim?”
Thinking about the alligators and perhaps even piranha that infested these waters, not to mention anacondas and other vermin, a swim was not something Pablo fancied, but he decided to play along. Perhaps saying no to Roland Thornton was tantamount to being called a traitor and hurled into the river anyways. He looked over at the hot dame, and wondered for a brief moment what would happen to her if Roland never returned from his swim?
A smile spread across his broad features, and he started taking off his shirt. “Why not. It’s a nice night for it, huh?”
Alicia rolled her eyes as he stripped down to his undies, his bulging belly apparently disgusting her. He reached for his knife and took it between his teeth like he’d seen in pirate movies, then climbed the small ladder to the deck and waited for Roland to join him.
Staring across the small distance to the other boat, he squinted but couldn’t make out a thing. Both deck and wheelhouse were cloaked in darkness, as if there wasn’t a soul alive on the vessel. He then lowered himself into the water, and the moment he was joined by Roland, the two of them swam alongside the boat and then quickly crossed the distance, diving beneath the surface to make sure their approach went undetected.
They swam around the boat until they reached the stern, and slowly emerged from the river without a sound.
They carefully pulled themselves up and over the bow and sprang aboard in a crouch, careful to stay low. Roland pointed to the starboard side and Pablo nodded, quickly making his way over while Roland circled round the port side.
When they met at the bow, Pablo whispered, “Nothing. I checked through the windows and didn’t see a thing.”
“Me neither. Let’s check inside.”
They both moved stealthily toward the bridge, Roland trying the door before carefully pressing down on the handle and opening it. Inside, the darkness was even more prominent than outside, and as they eased their way down the stairs, Pablo’s eyes adjusting, he thought he saw a face lurk at him from beyond the cabin. Raising his knife, his heart beating in his throat, he was ready for the spring, but then Roland raised the lights, and he saw it was nothing but a captain’s hat, carelessly flung across the wheel.
They moved slowly over to the stairs leading below decks, and when Roland had opened the door, Pablo gripped his knife a little tighter, ready for a fight.
Sneaking down the stairs, he didn’t know what to expect, so he prepared for the worst. Water dripping from his brow, and shivering slightly from the cold, Pablo wished he hadn’t stripped off all his clothes. Like Roland, he should have kept his shirt and pants. At least he wouldn’t feel this vulnerable. He inched along the corridor, several rooms giving out onto the narrow space, and decided to bottle up his nascent fears until this mission was over.
Though he’d never really signed up for this kind of heroics, he had to admit it was a welcome change from cooking and mending clothes and taking care Raymond’s boat remained spick and span. Ever since coming into the older man’s employ, his life had been lived in the same steady beat, every day flowing into the next, with little excitement or variation.
And now this. More excitement in one night than in the entire first part of his life. As Roland tried the door handle on the first door, he raised his knife and steeled his resolve. The door flew open, and… nothing. Just a utility space. Meanwhile, he snuck his hand to the handle of the opposite door, and pushed it open just the way he’d seen Roland do. Again, nothing. Two bunk beds was all, along with clothes strewn liberally about. Whoever inhabited this boat had only recently deserted it.
How odd…
Roland had snuck open the next door, and as he reached for the handle of the opposing one, his gut told him something was about to happen before it actually did. With a piercing scream, the door opened of its own accord, and a man darted out, heaving a meat cleaver high above his head.
It was all Pablo could do to avoid the weapon, for he managed to spring back just in time as the man charged forward.
But then Roland took him out by landing a crushing blow on his neck from behind and the screaming madman fell to the floor, knocked out cold.
Turning him around with his foot, Roland frowned with recognition.
“Who is it?” ventured Pablo, his breath coming in short bursts, his heart still beating a hundred miles a minute.
“One of Bashar’s men,” said Roland, studying the figure. “If I’m not mistaken, one of his lieutenants.”
Whirling around, he quickly started going from one door to the next, quickly throwing them all open, while Pablo followed suit on the other side until they’d reached the last one. Nothing. This lieutenant fellow was the only left on the ship.
“Weird,” voiced Pablo the general sentiment.
Just then, a voice boomed out into the night, amplified by a bullhorn, and Pablo’s heart sank.
“Tick—tock. Time to go to sleep!”
The next moment, he felt strong arms lift him clear of the floor, and he was dragged down the corridor before he could put up a fight.
Chapter 19
Alicia chewed her lower lip as she watched Roland prepare to board the other vessel. He’d lowered himself into the water and she’d seen him disappear beneath the murky surface of the stream. Kevin had joined her at the railing, and expressed what she felt when he said, “That guy is either plain nuts or he knows exactly what he’s doing.”
She hoped it was the latter, for she couldn’t even imagine what would happen if he didn’t return from this perilous mission. In spite of the night’s heat, she shivered, and this time it wasn’t the cooling breeze that wafted across the vast expanse of water but the fear she and Kevin would be left to their own devices.
“Why did the police have to leave us like this?” she muttered. “They should have left at least one patrol boat behind.”
“I guess they thought they’d caught them all,” ventured Kevin.
She watched with a sinking heart at the other ship, but nothing stirred, nothing to break the stillness of the night.
Then she saw movement on the ship’s deck, and her heart thudded in her throat as she thought she caught a glimpse of Roland as he moved with cat-like grace along the deck.
“I hope you get a good story out of this,” she said just to keep up the conversation, distracting her from the tension mounting inside.
“I would if Roland hadn’t vetoed my ass and threatened to sue me if I wrote about anything he didn’t approve of. I swear, that man reminds me of my third-grade teacher, the one who kept drowning my best prose in red ink until there was nothing left of my original masterpiece.”
“It’s only right he doesn’t trust you,” she muttered. “Reporters ripped his family apart.”
“Excuse me but Harlan de Montesquieu ripped Roland’s family apart,” Kevin corrected. “The press were merely the tool used to accomplish the goal.”
“A tool. Is that what you are?”
Kevin turned to her, his face a mask of anger. “You don’t know me, Alicia. I would never have allowed myself to be used like that. Some of us still uphold the values of truth and justice, you know.”
“Right. I forgot.” She shook her head. “And yet you were so eager to believe the lies about Roland and his sister. Just like all the others.”
He seemed surprised by this. “You mean the stories aren’t true? The pictures?”
In a few words, she explained to the reporter what had really transpired on that fateful day in Central Park and he blew out a soft whistle. “Dang. Why doesn’t he simply tell the world?”