The NYCE Girls!

by Raquel Belle

“I don’t know… I think it might look better on me.”

  “Let’s try.” He takes the hat and sets it on my head and, as he does, leans down to kiss me again, long and sweet. I feel goose bumps come out on my arms and…I honestly can’t say for certain whether it’s from the kiss or the cold night air. Straightening back up, he looks down at me with a grin. “Yeah, okay. It looks better on you.”

  “So I guess I’m the captain now, huh?”

  “Seems like it.”

  I hand him my glass of champagne and stand up, trying to ignore the wobbly feeling in my legs as the boat sways slightly back and forth with the ebb and flow of the water. I make it to the large white captain’s chair and sit down, surveying the water in front of me. Jason follows, a smile on his face.

  “Checking out your territory, huh?”

  “Yep.” I feel flirty and confident—until a thought strikes me. “Uh, I’m not going to accidentally hit a button and send the boat running away, am I?”

  “Nah.” Jason digs into his pocket and pulls out some keys, which he jingles at me. “You’d have to get the keys in there first. And I’ve got those.” He gives me a wink. “Come on, captain, I’ll show you what’s what on this control board.”

  He gives me a hand and helps me stand up, then sits down and pats his lap for me to sit. I know he wants me facing the control board but I have a better idea.

  “Let’s save the boating lessons for tomorrow,” I murmur, as I sit down on top of him, straddling him and facing him full on.

  “Good idea.” He brings his hands up to my face and pulls me to him, giving me another long kiss. “You really do look cute in that hat,” he remarks as he pulls back. I can feel him getting hard underneath me, even through the slacks he’s wearing, and without a word I lean in for another kiss. The dressing room, the bedroom at his parents’ house when Thomas walked in—each of those times we’ve been interrupted. Tonight, we can actually start something and finish it.

  I feel his strong hands running up my arms, over my shoulders, and then down my back. He brings them all the way down to the hemline of my black dress and then starts creeping it up slowly, rubbing the soft material against my thighs as he does.

  I brace my thighs and raise my body up slightly.

  “Push it up,” I whisper to him urgently.

  “Yes, captain.” He grins as he peels the black fabric up over my butt and torso and, finally, over my head, leaving me bare-breasted in front of him. In the cool night air, I feel my nipples get hard immediately. He grins as he gives me a knowing look and wrapping his arms around me, pulls me closer, gently flicking his tongue across my nipple.

  “You cold?” He pauses, looking up at me.

  “I could use some extra body heat,” I say as I start unbuttoning his shirt with determination.

  He grins, watching me, waiting for me to finish getting through the buttons, and then leans forward slightly as he shrugs his arms out of the shirtsleeves and lets the shirt drop to the ground next to us, along with my dress.

  I lean back down for a kiss, letting my hands run through his hair and over his muscular shoulders, feeling the muscles tighten as he grips me closer in his arms with each long, wanting kiss. He takes one hand and runs it down my stomach, letting it hover above my panties before he gently tugs them to the side, and starts rubbing me in slow deliberate circles, letting my wetness get all over his hand.

  “What about getting rid of these, captain?” He asks gently between kisses. Without a word, I stand up and slip off the panties—and see him slip out of his slacks and boxers at the same time.

  “Want to head down to the bedroom?” He asks.

  “Nope. Here. Now.” I croak out the words as I eye his cock, which is clearly ready to go.

  “You’re the boss,” he responds with a grin, eyeing me from top to bottom. I suddenly realize I’m still wearing the captain’s hat and, with a sheepish smile, take it off my head and drop it to the ground. Then I step back towards Jason, pushing him slightly back down into the large white leather chair before straddling him again. He knows exactly what to do and our bodies fit together seamlessly as I lower myself on top of him, feeling him slip into my wetness with a gasp. I wrap my arms around his neck and pull him to my breasts, feeling his hot breath on my skin as I move slightly up and down and in a slight circular motion.

  He lets out a low moan and I respond, leaning back for just a moment to let him get even deeper inside of me. And then I hear something… People walking along the dock in our direction. I freeze, locking eyes with Jason, who has clearly heard it too.

  “They’re probably just headed to one of the other boats further down,” he whispers.

  “Just don’t let me scream,” I whisper back fiercely. I refuse to let another interruption interfere with tonight.

  He smiles, and keeping one hand firmly encircled around my waist, brings the other one up and places it gently over my mouth. I resume the motion of my body, the rhythmic up and down on top of him. We can’t kiss but this feels even more intimate, our eyes locked as our bodies meld into one, his hand gripping my face, my breath hot and humid and sticky against his strong hand.

  I close my eyes for just a moment, feeling myself getting closer and closer to the brink. When I open them again, he’s still watching me, observing my every move.

  “Now?” He asks in a whisper. I can still hear the voices of the other people on the dock, even though they sound like they’ve moved past us.

  I shake my head once, vigorously, continuing my movement, speeding the rhythm up slightly. I give his finger a gentle bite and he releases his hand from my mouth, instead inserting a finger gently between my lips, which I nibble and suck on eagerly, wanting to take every part of him I possibly can into my body. I let out a low moan and he gives me a look, an eyebrow arched, as if in warning. Don't make me put my hand over your mouth again.

  “Now?” He whispers yet again when our eyes lock.

  I want to say no but I can’t… I can’t hold it any longer.

  “Now.” I breathe out the word in a whisper and then gently lean back, tilting my head so that he can get a full view of my breasts. He brings both hands to my waist and pulls me to him. It’s that final thrust that makes my orgasm tear through me, I bite my lip so hard to keep from crying out, I think I might draw blood. He’s holding me firm as I open my eyes to look up into the dark night air and see the stars twinkling down on us, bathing us in their light as he explodes inside of me.

  When I straighten back up, Jason is staring at me, a huge smile on his face. “Come here,” he says, pulling me in closer to his chest. We rest like that a moment…spent…letting the summer night air wash over us, listening to the slap of water against the side of the boat…and hearing the chatter of people far down the dock. Then I feel Jason’s cock, still inside of me, twitch briefly—once, twice, three times.

  “Not done yet, hm?” I murmur into his shoulder, wriggling my butt back and forth as I say it.

  “I thought I was, but with you here in my arms…my cock has other ideas. What do you say?”

  “Mmm I could go again. I’m a bit sensitive right afterwards though,” I admit. I’m feeling sleepy and could drift off right here on his shoulder after that beautiful orgasm—if I’m being completely honest. But Jason is clearly not done.

  “Well then, I’ll be very gentle,” his deep voice rumbles from under my body. And then without any word or warning, he grabs my ass and stands up. I give a yelp but instinctively tighten my legs around his waist and my arms around his neck, hanging on.

  “Kiss me,” he commands, and I do. I’m gripping him in every way possible—my arms around his neck, my legs around his waist…my pussy still throbbing and wet around his cock. “That’s better,” he says, pulling back from our lip-lock. “Thought you were falling asleep on me for a moment there.”

  “Oh no,” I breathe the words out, my hands tightly gripping his muscular shoulders. “Take me downstairs,” I whisper in his ear, my voice
suddenly hoarse and dry.

  He walks across the deck with me still clinging to him and then slowly disentangles me from his body, sliding out of me gently. In the dim light of the stars, I can see his dick is still rock hard.

  “Go on down,” he says. “I’m right behind you.” I cast a dubious eye into the unlit hole of the hatch but do as he says, finding my footing in the dark as I clamber down the ladder into the small dusky room below. Seconds later, Jason drops down after me. Without needing a light, he strides confidently across the small room and seconds later a small light flicks on, casting a muted glow over the tiny space. I stare around and let my eyes adjust, taking in my new surroundings.

  It’s basically one tiny room, a bed taking up a good three-quarters of the floor space. Dark-blue silky looking sheets on the bed gleam lightly. The walls and the low ceiling all seem to be made of some dark varnished wood, the walnut colored hue complementing the blue of the sheets. In one corner is what looks like a tiny kitchenette, with a small fridge and a coffee pot. That’s it.

  “All good?” Jason’s voice murmurs in my ear while his hands take hold of my shoulders from behind. He nuzzles the back of my neck.

  “Yea. Never been below on a boat before.”

  “How about lying down?” He nudges me gently from behind and I can feel him, hard and wanting, against my back. I go to the bed and run my hand over the soft sheets before crawling in and lying down on my back, my head cushioned on a fluffy feather pillow.

  Within seconds, Jason is on top of me, kissing me, running his tongue gently down the side of my neck, along my collarbone, and down over my breasts. When he reaches my nipples, flicking his tongue gently first over one and then the other, I tense up and arch my back, rising to meet his lips.

  “That okay?” He asks between kisses. “Not too sensitive?”

  “No,” I gurgle out the word. “Perfect.”

  He doesn’t respond but continues to run his tongue down over my breasts, pausing slightly at my belly button and just circling his tongue gently around it before continuing on, down, down, down, until I can feel his hot breath on my clit, and his tongue just gently grazing it. I let out a groan of pleasure and push myself towards his hot breath, wanting more.

  “Too sensitive?” He asks, pausing.

  “Don’t stop,” I gasp, bringing one hand down and running it through his hair. He licks me again, gently massaging me with his tongue, then starts going harder, taking my butt in both of his hands as he tastes every bit of me.

  “You sure you’re not still too sensitive?” He asks, stopping completely and looking up at me with a mischievous glint in his eyes.

  “No,” I groan out the word.

  “I don’t know. You sure?” He straightens up, standing before me at the foot of the bed, and I can see that he’s ready to fuck me any minute.

  I lock eyes with him, feeling the pleading look they must have as I level my gaze at him and tell him… “Just fuck me.”

  It only takes him seconds to climb on top of me, his muscles glistening with a thin layer of sweat that has built up since we entered the small, humid room below deck. He slides easily inside of me and I gasp, wrapping my legs around his waist as I try to pull him even closer to me. He’s thrusting with his hips but keeping his arms straight so he’s a bit above me and can maintain eye contact. A drop of sweat lands from his forehead onto my neck as he swivels his hips, ramming himself as far into me as he can.

  “Don’t. Stop.” I manage to get out, gripping his biceps with my hands, wanting to pull him even closer. I close my eyes and roll my head back, feeling him pushing me to the edge. My body is no longer in my control and I can feel myself starting to shudder and shake.

  And then he says, “I want to see your eyes.” His tone is urgent and commanding. I raise my lids and see his face, more intense than I’ve ever seen it, his gaze locked on me, like I’m the prey and he’s the hunter. For a moment an irrational fear grips me but then I let go. I hold eye contact and arch my back, letting him play with my body. And then suddenly he lets out an explosive groan, shuddering on top of me, his muscles rippling beneath my fingers. And I let myself go, freeing myself from hesitation and doubt as we finish together. He never looks away and neither do I. And that’s when…maybe not my brain, but certainly my body, decides…this is a guy I can trust.

  Chapter Sixteen

  Jason

  I wake up the next morning to two unusual sensations. First, the slight rocking of the boat, still moored but swaying from side to side with the ebb and flow of the water. Second, a strand of Cara’s hair tickling my nose. I grin as I look down at her, still sleeping soundly on my chest. Her blonde hair is all over the place and her lips are parted slightly, as if prepared for a kiss. It’s dim in the cabin but I can tell from the bright light coming in around the cracks of the curtain at one window that the sun must be shining.

  I gently lift my wrist, trying to get a peek at my watch without jostling Cara awake. 10:15. This is the latest I’ve slept in years.

  “Hey.” I look down to find Cara’s sleepy eyes open and looking up at me.

  “Hey there. Sorry, didn’t mean to wake you.”

  “It’s okay. What time is it?”

  “Quarter after ten.”

  “Whoa, I haven’t slept that late in years.”

  “I was just thinking the same thing myself. You slept okay?”

  “Like a stone. You used up all my energy last night.” She gives me a wicked grin, her eyes shining.

  “I sure hope not. Today’s our first official boating lesson. Want to take this baby out on the water?”

  “Can we do that?” Her eyes widen.

  “Of course. I’ve got a boating license. And I want to see you in that captain’s hat again.” I give her a gentle nudge.

  “Let’s do it.” She lifts her head and sits up next to me, stretching her arms and giving a huge yawn.

  “Need some coffee first, captain?”

  “That would be good.”

  I get out of bed and open the curtain to let in the light. There’s a tiny nook below deck dedicated to food prep—just a fridge, a hot plate, and a countertop with a coffee machine sitting on it. I grab a bottle of water from the fridge and dump it into the percolator also measuring out some coffee.

  “Want it strong or very strong?” I turn to Cara, who is sitting up in bed and watching me, a gentle smile on her lips.

  “Huh?”

  “How strong do you want your coffee?”

  “Very strong! Sorry, I was just appreciating the scene. It’s not everyday I have a hunky guy making me coffee butt naked.”

  “Well I appreciate the compliment.” I grin as I turn on the machine and it starts bubbling gently. I turn to Cara and take the few steps to the bed, leaning forward to give her a deep kiss.

  “I’ll be happy to make you coffee in the mornings more often.”

  “Careful or I might take you up on that. It already smells amazing.” She’s right, the scent of fresh coffee wafting through the cabin…with Cara here to wake up to feels just right.

  “Want to enjoy it on deck?”

  “Definitely.” She clambers out of bed and then pauses, looking around in confusion.

  “My dress?” She eyes me quizzically.

  “I think that got left above deck last night,” I say with a wink. “Hang on, I’ll grab it for you.” I finish pouring the two mugs of coffee in front of me and hand one over to her. I rummage through the small gym bag I brought on board when I was preparing the boat for our date yesterday and grab a pair of shorts and a t-shirt. Pulling them on, I get my coffee and head to the ladder to go on deck. When I open the hatch, sunlight comes streaming in.

  “Oh wow,” Cara breathes behind me.

  “I ordered an extra dose of sun for you,” I say over my shoulder as I clamber up. On deck, I quickly find Cara’s dress and toss it down the ladder to her. “Want to pass up your coffee first so you can use two hands to get up the ladder?”

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nbsp; “Yes please.” Her delicate hand extends the cup to me, her face looking up with excitement before she grabs the bottom rung of the ladder and hoists herself up. “I’m still getting used to my sea legs,” she says, smiling broadly as she takes the last steps up through the hatch and exits onto the deck next to me.

  “You’ll get used to it. Just wait until we get out on the water. But first, coffee!” I head over to the white lounger lining one side of the deck, sit down, and pat the bench next to me. Cara snuggles in next to me, pulling her bare feet up under her dress as she cups her mug in both hands. I’m taking a sip of my coffee when she plants a kiss on my cheek, sweet and soft. I give her a sidelong glance and see her smiling gently at me.

  “What was that for?” I ask her.

  “Just because. I have to say, you’re full of surprises.”

  “I guess you didn’t plan to wake up on a boat today.”

  “I would’ve worn something else if I’d known,” she says, letting out that giant laugh of hers—the one that comes all the way from the depths of her belly—as she gestures helplessly at the flimsy black dress she’s wearing.

  “I don’t know…I think that’s a great look for the captain.”

  “Not super practical though,” she says with another laugh.

  “I have an extra sweater if you get cold. It can get chilly with the wind out on the water.”

  “You’re always paying attention to the details,” she lays her head on my shoulder for just a moment, her blonde hair—still loose and getting increasingly curly thanks to the humid air—brushing my face. “I like that.”

  “I aim to please,” I say lightly but I’m feeling a strange swirling in the pit of my stomach, a sensation I haven’t experienced in ages. These little innocent touches, her peck on my cheek, her head on my shoulder—these moments are new. They’re beyond the raw physical lust of the previous night. What’s changed? I wonder to myself.

  “So are we going to take the boat out or not?” Cara lifts her head from my shoulder, drains her mug, and turns to look me full in the face—her expression full of anticipation. Then I realize it. She trusts me. Those doubts and skepticism of hers I’ve been trying to overcome…they’re gone. My heart swells at the thought.