by Raquel Belle
“We’ll all be on our best behavior,” I add to Jared, still holding Thomas’s gaze. And I mean it.
* * *
Three hours later, the guys have cleared out, the poker table has been removed, I’ve tipped the bartender, and the penthouse suite is all mine again. With a happy sigh, I collapse into the fluffy bed and reach for my phone. Finally. Cara has written me back. I check the time. It’s almost two in the morning.
“Just got back to my hotel! The bachelorette party was a lot of fun actually! It was nice to get to know Laura’s girlfriends a bit better.”
“Cool. They seem like a fun crowd.”
“Yeah, they’re kinda wild compared to my girlfriends in New York. But then, they’re also younger.”
“Wild, huh? So what did you wild girls get into at this party?”
“I’ve been sworn to secrecy regarding the evening’s events ;-)”
I grin. “Such loyalty! Were there perchance strippers involved?”
There’s a long pause and then she writes: “Well, not stripperS.” She emphasizes the “S” and adds a wink emoji. So just one, I guess. “What about you guys? Did you end up at any of the clubs?” She doesn’t specify strip clubs but I’m pretty sure that’s what she means.
“Nah, we just hung out and drank beers and played poker. Typical guys’ night.”
“That sounds cool.”
“I think Thomas was disappointed but Jared was happy with it. That’s what counts.”
“And you? Disappointed to miss out on the opportunity for a lap dance? :-)” The tone is lighthearted but I wonder for a moment if she’s feeling me out. I smile, loving how she’s trying to casually get the information without being pushy or intrusive. It’s pretty cute.
“Nah. Been there, done that.” It’s true, I realize. I start to type more… “I’m over that boring bachelor life. I had more fun with you on the boat the other day than I’ve had in any strip club, ever.” I look at the words and then slowly delete them. Not because this isn’t true but because I don’t want to tell her how I’m feeling over text message. Instead I write: “Any pics of the girls night out or are those also going into the vault of secrecy?”
“We managed to get one cute one.” She sends a picture of the five girls, all together, crammed onto a velvet-looking dark purple sofa. Laura is in the middle, wearing a glittery golden dress but my eyes go straight to Cara, showing more leg than usual in a black miniskirt and wearing a leopard print tank top.
“You look amazing. Like a sexy leopard. Got one of just you? A solo sexy leopard shot?”
“Only the group pic, sorry.”
“You could take one now.” I add a smiley to the naughty request, not wanting to seem pushy.
“I already ditched my cat costume for the evening.” She replies with a wink
“And what disguise have you donned now?”
“No disguise. Nothing at all. Just me, snuggled into bed.”
“You could send me a picture of that, too. :-)”
“Nah, no nude pics.”
“Still thinking like a lawyer, huh?”
“A hard habit to shake.”
“So do you have any maid-of-honor duties to attend to tomorrow?”
“Yeah, some odds and ends during the day. I’m going to go by the church with Laura and make sure everything is set up.”
“What about in the evening?”
“No plans.”
“Want to meet? I don’t think I’ll be able to make it through the wedding without pouncing on you if I don’t see you beforehand.”
“Ha! Is that a threat? :-)”
“Just the truth. I still have the keys for the boat…”
“That sounds perfect.”
“Cool.” I feel my cock stir in anticipation as soon as she confirms. “No chance of a pic to tide me over until then?”
“Nope. But maybe I’ll put on a little show for you tomorrow night… Since you didn’t get a striptease at the bachelor party…” My cock gets even harder as I read the words.
“I’ll take that over a photo any day.” I smile at the thought. I love these moments when she shows her bold side.
“Then I better get my beauty sleep if I’m going to perform tomorrow. ;-)”
I don’t want to end the conversation—I want to keep texting with her all night. But I can also feel my eyelids drooping. “Good night, sleeping beauty. Looking forward to tomorrow.”
“Same. Good night.” With a sigh, I put my phone down on the bedside table. Tomorrow, I get another night away from the world with Cara in my arms. Then I just have to make it through the wedding on Sunday. And then? In my mind the possibilities are endless.
Chapter Nineteen
Cara
I go through Saturday on autopilot. I accompany Laura to the church where the ceremony will be held and then to the event space a short walk away, where the reception dinner and after-party will take place. I help her with every detail, from checking place cards to confirming the wedding cake delivery for the next day and inspecting floral arrangements. My body is there but my mind is somewhere else. All I can think about is seeing Jason later that evening. By the time I make it to the boat that evening, I’m bursting with excitement and anticipation—and desire.
As I walk down the dock towards the spot where the boat is moored, I can already see him, tall and strong, waiting for me. I smile but feel my palms get slightly sweaty as we make eye contact. He runs his hand through his hair and gives me that big grin, his teeth gleaming white against his tanned face—the corners of his eyes crinkling.
“Hey.” With just that one word, he makes my heart thump. He opens his arms wide and I press myself against him, craning my head up to give him a long, deep kiss.
“Good to see you.” I whisper quietly. I can already feel his cock straining against the dark slacks he’s wearing—and I’m already eager to rip off the dark blue button-down shirt he has on when I feel the hard muscles of his chest against me as we kiss. But I’m the one who’s supposed to be putting on a striptease tonight. I even planned my outfit strategically just for the purpose. “Let’s go.” I step onto the boat and give him a sexy look over my shoulder, hoping he can’t sense my nerves. “Coming?”
“Oh yeah.” He follows me with a broad smile. I’m now used to the slight swaying of the boat and I know my way around. Without hesitation, I head to the hatch leading down to the bedroom below deck. I stop short when I get down below though. Jason clearly must’ve come a lot earlier to set up this little surprise… Strings and strings of twinkly white lights, like you’d hang up at Christmastime, have been pinned up across the ceiling. There are no other lights on, and the dusky glow they cast is enchanting.
“This is gorgeous,” I say, turning to face him as he steps down off the ladder after me.
“I thought it was a nice touch,” he shrugs. “And I mean, every dancer deserves great lighting, right?”
“True. And on that note,” I pat the edge of the bed. “Why don’t you make yourself comfortable.”
He sits down, never taking his eyes off of me. The bedroom below deck is tiny and I’m only a couple steps away from him. If he wants to, all he has to do is reach out his arm and touch me. But I don’t want that. Not yet.
I turn and face him dead on, feeling the adrenaline surge through me as I start to sway my hips from side to side, slowly running my hands up and down my body. He follows their every movement, and I’m careful to run them across my breasts, letting his eyes linger there. I’m wearing a loose-fitting summer blouse, with a lacy black bra underneath, and the same short black miniskirt I had on last night. Despite the summer heat, I’m also wearing black stockings and—what Jason doesn’t realize yet—a black garter belt. After texting with Beth, Jazz, and Grace earlier today and spilling the beans about tonight’s secret rendezvous—and strip show plans—they convinced me to go all out. So when Laura and I wrapped up for the day, I hunted down the nearest Victoria’s Secret shop and grabbed this sexy ling
erie set.
With Jason’s eyes on me, I slowly undo the buttons of the blouse, revealing the lacey bra, and let the blouse drop to the floor. Then I step towards him, leaning forward so my breasts are right in front of his face, so close I can feel his hot breath. I firmly place one hand on his thigh and place the other one on his cock, squeezing it slightly through his slacks. I can feel myself get wet in response to his hardness. When I straighten back up, he’s looking at me hungrily. He runs one hand across the stubble on his face, scratching the five-o-clock shadow, while the other one twitches on his knee.
Standing and facing him, I bring my hands to my waist and inch the miniskirt down over my thighs. I hear him exhale sharply as I reveal the black panty and garter belt underneath.
“Whew,” he croaks out the word. “I didn’t see that coming.”
“Enjoying the show?” I ask, as I slowly unclip the garter belt from the tops of the stockings, pausing to look at him.
“Oh yeah.”
I finish unhooking the garter belt from the stocking, undo the clasp, and remove it from my waist, letting it drop to the floor. Then I step towards him and carefully bring one foot up to his cock, pressing my toes gently against his hard-on. “Maybe you can help me with this part,” I tell him, gesturing to the top of my stocking.
“As you wish.” He delicately takes hold of the top of the black stocking and rolls it down my thigh, over my knee, and down over my calf, until he gets to my foot. Giving his cock one last nudge with my toe, I pull my foot back and let him slip the stocking off completely. I do the same with the other leg. This time he knows what to expect and once he has the stocking to my knee, he leans forward and traces its path with his mouth, running his tongue down over my knee and along my calf, sending a shiver through me and causing goose bumps to come out on my skin.
I bring my foot down, and standing directly in front of him, I reach behind me to unhook my bra. Now I’m just wearing a pair of black satin panties, the material gleaming slightly in the lights from above.
“Stand up,” I tell him, giving him my sweetest smile. He does, watching me with wonder as I undo the buttons on his shirt—feeling the heat coming from his chest—and push the shirt off his shoulders and down his arms and finally onto the floor. He’s already unbuttoning his pants and tugging at them, quickly revealing a full hard-on.
“You’re ready to go, huh?” I ask.
“You could say that,” he grins and reaches for me, preparing to encircle his hands around my waist. But I take a step back.
“Sit down,” I tell him. He does...and then I inch my panties down and let them fall to the floor.
“You’re in charge tonight, huh?” He asks with a smile.
I turn around and step back towards him before lowering myself onto his lap, rubbing my wet pussy gently against his hard on, letting him feel the wetness without letting him inside of me. His breath is hot on my neck as he breathes into my hair. “This is a hell of a show,” he murmurs.
Without answering, I get up and face him again, licking my fingers and then running them across my nipples, down over my stomach, and finally in between my legs. I’m soaking wet and throbbing, dying to climb on top of him. But I’m not ready yet. I take my wet hand and, leaning forward, firmly grab his shaft, giving him a long kiss as I slowly run my hand up and down his cock.
“Fuck,” he groans. I remove my hand and kneel down in front of him, replacing my hand with my tongue, running it gently along the bottom of his shaft and then bringing the tip of his cock into my mouth, enveloping it in my warmth as I dance my tongue lightly across the tip. Glancing up at him, I see he’s watching me the entire time, a slight sweat breaking out on his forehead.
“That okay for you?” I purr, pulling back with a smile.
“I’m going to need a cold shower or this won’t last long,” he responds with a wry grin.
“Oh you’ll last.” I straighten up with a smile and turn so my back is to him, bending down slowly so he can get a full view of my pussy as I grab one of the stockings that he had dropped on the floor. Turning back to face him, I press it into his hand.
I lean forward, a hand on each of his knees, looking him dead in the eyes and giving him a sweet smile I say, “Remember how you held my wrists behind me the first night we fucked?”
“How could I forget?” He grins, an eyebrow arched, and from the corner of my eye I see his cock twitch. “Well, tonight you can use that,” I nod at the stocking, “and keep both of your hands free for other purposes.”
I give him a wink as I straighten up and turn my back to him, bringing my wrists together behind me. I feel a shiver of pleasure coarse through me as he stands. His shadow looms over me as he gently ties the silky stocking around my wrists. I prepare to turn, to face him, but he stops me.
“What about the other stocking? You’ve got two of them.” He leans down and picks the other one up off the floor.
“What did you have in mind?” I feel my heart rate pick up slightly in anticipation at this unexpected change of plans, my pussy twitching as he takes control of the moment from me.
“What about something like this?” He brings his hands up, over my head, from behind. I see he has the stocking held taught between his hands as he lowers them in front of my eyes, and then slowly brings the stocking to my face, gently placing it over my eyes. Only a dim bit of light comes through the material—I’m in almost total blackness. I inhale sharply at the sensation.
“That’s…different.” I murmur.
“Is it okay for you?” He asks softly, pausing.
“Yes.”
Once I’ve given my consent, he pulls the stocking tight across my eyes and I feel him tie it loosely behind my head.
“You let me know if you want me to undo either one, okay? Or if you just want me to stop?”
“Of course.” I say, a smile spreading over my face in anticipation. “I’ll let you know.”
“Good.” He gives my neck a soft kiss, running his hands over my shoulders. Without being able to see, every touch is amplified. My other sensations are heightened and I suddenly become aware of the slightly salty air surrounding us…and a faint hint of his cologne, woody and sharp—strong. “Then let’s go to bed.” His voice comes from over my shoulder and suddenly he’s scooped me up into his arms.
I give a little shriek of surprise but then let myself be carried gently around to the side of the bed. He lays me down slowly, positioning a pillow underneath my shoulders and head so that my hands, still tied behind me, can rest comfortably at the small of my back.
I feel Jason’s body hovering above mine but can only see a faint blurry shape of a man through the stocking over my eyes. Then I feel his breath on the side of my face and his lips, firm, against mine. He slowly lowers his body onto me as we kiss and for the first time, I fully realize just how muscular he is. I can feel each muscle, from his pecs to his abs, straining and twitching against me as he rocks his body slightly back and forth on top of me, matching the rhythm of the boat’s swaying. I part my lips further and spread my legs slightly, wanting to feel even more of him.
“Mm,” he lets out a small moan as he notices me spreading my legs and pulls his lips back, leaving me waiting, wanting, unsure of what’s next. Then I feel a hand, firm and confident, running gently across my throat, then toying along the line of my collarbone. A hand rests on each of my breasts, massaging them gently and tweaking the nipples, which get hard in response. These hands—I know they’re Jason’s but without my sight, they feel strange. Strong and mysterious. They wander firmly down my body, caressing my waist, continuing downwards. And then they disappear.
The blurry shape I could see before is gone. I don’t see him or feel him but I feel his weight shift on the bed and the mattress moving, and I can hear him breathing ever so slightly. Then I feel something wet and warm against my clit and I instinctively part my thighs further as pleasure rolls over me. He’s tasting me, taking all of me in. All I want is to rake my hands thou
gh his hair but they’re still bound behind me, leaving my body writhing and helpless against the flick of his tongue. Then, just as suddenly as he started, he stops. I feel the weight of him on top of me again.
“Okay?” He murmurs gently in my ear.
“Yes.” There’s no need to say more. I’m dying for him to fuck me but I also know that now he’s the one calling the shots. There’s no point in asking. My pussy is throbbing and although the lack of sight is slightly scaring me, I know I can trust him. Without another word, he slides himself into me, angling his body slightly above mine so the full length of his shaft grazes my clit as he slides inside. I instinctively go to wrap my legs around his waist but he places a hand gently on my thigh and stops me.
“Try not to move,” he whispers. “Just let me do the work. Just enjoy.”
I bring my legs back down and do as he says, shivering with each thrust that slightly grazes my clit, while trying to keep my body still. It’s torture.
“Do you want to cum?” He whispers again.
“Yes,” I tell him, whispering the word. In response he stops moving, lingering inside of me but pausing his thrusting, leaving me hanging on the brink of explosion.
“Do you want to cum?” He whispers again.
“Yes.” I say the word louder this time, more insistent. He pauses again.
And then one last time he asks me, “Do you want to cum?”
“Yes,” I say the word more strongly and louder.
“Tell me,” he says, starting his movement again, quickening his pace. “Tell me you want to cum.”
“I want… to cum!” I let the words out in a near-scream, exploding under his body as I do. I writhe on the bed, no longer able to stop myself from moving. Seconds later, his hand is removing the stocking from my eyes.
“Okay?”
“Okay.” I murmur. I can’t manage anymore. The last thing I sense before I fall asleep is his hands, is him untying the binding at my wrist. Then he gently turns my body over and spoons me, enveloping me against his chest. I’ve never felt safer.
