Lowdown Dirty

by Holley Trent

  He placed her hands on the armrests, and whispered, “Keep those there.”

  “Yes.”

  Her belly quivered at his finger’s tender probing of her lower lips and the hood of her clit.

  “So smooth and pretty. I think you want my mouth on it. You want me to eat you up, I bet. To stick my tongue everywhere it can reach and my fingers everywhere else.”

  Of course she did. She tightened her fingers around the armrests as her body tightened with anticipation. “If it pleases you.”

  “It does please me. Are you gonna tell me how to play with my toys or are you gonna let me play with them the way they should be used?”

  She swallowed hard and drew in a bracing breath. “I won’t tell you how to play with your toys.”

  “That’s good.” He gave her pussy a little pat and shifted beside her—probably moving his elbows or reaching for something. “I always take good care of my toys so they’re there for me the next time I’m ready for them. Sometimes, I’ve got to be really gentle with them until I’m sure they can take the way I like to play.”

  The mechanical purr of the vibrator near her ear made her sit up a little straighter. He leaned his body onto her leg and rubbed between her legs, spreading her own wetness around and teasing her opening.

  Her body shook hard when he pressed the toy against her cleft and rocked it against her clit.

  Her gasp caught in her throat and her lungs couldn’t catch up to his continuously changing movements. On clit, off. Down her cleft, teasing the hole. The tip around her clit and against her upper thighs.

  “Look at you gushing for me.” He slipped the toy into her pussy maybe an inch and backed it away.

  No!

  But then came his hot mouth, drawing her clit inside and French kissing it until he finally pulled that gasp out of her.

  He licked down her slit next, apparently flattening his tongue to make it broad and stiff as he laved her whole crotch. “Better than the cream in the coffee because you made it for me, didn’t you?”

  “Yes.”

  “Are you gonna be just as hungry for my cock as you are for this toy?” He slid it inside her, and she squeezed the lounger arms so tight she worried the prickle of pain in her fingertips might have been from a splinter, but she didn’t care.

  “I hope so,” he said. “I’ll be very disappointed if you’re…well, disappointed.” He stuffed more of the toy into her and angled it side to side to stir the tip around to every tender spot inside her channel. He increased the speed of the thrusts and pressed the heel of his palm to her clit to add a constant background of sensation beneath all the other and although she’d certainly endured more overwhelming sexual situations in the past, the edge was almost too much.

  “God, Tim. Can I come, please?”

  “Yes, I’d like to see that. You do it when I tell you.”

  Fuck.

  She gritted her teeth against the mounting pressure and tried to keep her breath steady, but it just wasn’t, and that made her body even more ready.

  Please!

  “Now,” he said.

  “Oh, God.” She freed her body of the invisible constraints holding back the flood and shouted out some incoherent praise for him as he pulled the toy out of her.

  Her pussy clenched around nothing, and the change in pressure didn’t lessen her sensitivity any. The orgasm kept rolling over her until her body was so weak and limp she couldn’t sit upright.

  She leaned back against the cushion, breathing heavily, and listened to the padding of Tim’s bare feet against the deck as he moved behind her.

  “I want you to see this.” He lifted her blindfold and when her eyes adjusted to the dim light, she found his phone screen in front of her.

  He tapped his thumb over the Play button on the screen and replayed her orgasm filmed from a very intimate position.

  The scene was so lewd and embarrassing, and yet she couldn’t take her eyes off her crotch, the toy, her wetness when he pulled the vibrator out of her.

  He hit the delete button and tucked the phone into his pocket. “I’m not the kind of dom who’ll make you kneel and expose yourself for my pleasure, but I do like to look.”

  As long as he doesn’t keep any of that footage.

  She swallowed hard, cheeks burning hot as his coffee, probably. “Yes, Tim.”

  He leaned in and took her lips in a tender, but insistent kiss that left no question as to who was in charge. Then he handed her the coffee she’d abandoned and fixed her blanket around her. “Finish that, huh? Want me to find you a book or something? I need to go check the controls.”

  “Um, I might go to bed.” That orgasm had wiped her out. At the very least, she wanted to be horizontal.

  “That’s fine. I’ve got just the thing for you to sleep in.”

  She just nodded, imaging it probably had leather straps or an obscene amount of lace. Didn’t matter to her what she wore, because once her head hit the pillow, she was going to be out. She’d always been quick to fall asleep, and that drove everyone she knew nuts. She was a bore at slumber parties.

  “Come on down when you’re ready.” He left her with a sexy wink and she stared after his retreating backside.

  Fine, just like the rest of him.

  She was finding it hard to believe that a man like him was single, but maybe he did have a few strikes against him. She pondered what they could be as she sipped the dregs of her coffee. He was pretty high profile and probably a workaholic. His work-life balance was likely just as fucked as Valerie’s was. Some would say he was damaged goods. He’d already been divorced once—and why, she still didn’t know—and he leaned toward non-mainstream sexual play.

  Given their current geography, he was probably short on viable candidates.

  “That’s a shame.”

  She grabbed the handles of both mugs, wrapped the blanket tightly around her shoulders, picked up her clothes and shoes, and carried them below.

  He came out of the cockpit as she stepped into the cabin and took the mugs from her. “Go on back to the room and I’ll take care of these.”

  She did as he instructed and stepped into the tiny attached bathroom to wash her face and freshen up as he rinsed dishes.

  When he joined her in the room, he went straight to his dresser, opened the second drawer, and plucked out a folded white square. “It’ll amuse me to see you wearing that.”

  She shook it out. The T-shift was old, faded, and had one of his company’s earliest logos emblazoned across the chest.

  “It might even cover your ass.” He reached around and gave it a grope, and just like that, her body went rigid with anticipation. She wanted to know where he’d put his hands next, but all he did was unwrap the blanket from around her. “I’ll be back in a bit. I need to get a little work done before I drop anchor, and then I’ll be up every couple of hours overnight making sure no bigger boat accidentally plows us over.”

  “You’re not gonna sleep?”

  “I’ll get some rest tomorrow if you’ll be okay with minding the controls and waking me if there are any blips in the radar.”

  “You’ll show me how?”

  “Yeah, I imagine it’d be easy for an architect to figure out.”

  Letting out a long exhalation, he cupped her cheeks and skimmed his thumbs along the bottom of her jaw. For a while, he just stared at her, and his gaze was always so intense. It was hard to endure at the moment, but she wouldn’t dare look away.

  She kept looking into his eyes as he did the same into hers. She wondered what he saw when he looked at her like that. She didn’t think they were playing dominance and submission games at the moment, so she had to ask. “What do you see?”

  “I look at you and see a woman I should have known months ago, and I wonder what strings I could have pulled to make that happen.”

  “I’d probably be in so much trouble if I’d met you months ago.” She would have been distracted to no end. That was exactly what he was—an addictiv
e distraction.

  He raised his thick eyebrows slightly and grunted. “Yeah. Good trouble. I crave that so much more than the alternative.”

  He kissed her forehead and gave her nipple a playful tweak before walking away.

  Good trouble? She pulled the shirt over her head and loosened her hair bun a bit before climbing onto the bed.

  I have no idea what that is.

  CHAPTER FIFTEEN

  Opening his eyes when he was so exhausted was nearly impossible, but curiosity got the best of Tim, and the smell of frying eggs pulled him out of the bed long before he was ready. After a night at the controls and navigating them away from a storm, he’d just wanted to take a nice nap until around nine and then maybe get up long enough for a bowl of cereal and a chat with the pretty lady on his boat, but…apparently, there were eggs.

  He shuffled into the galley in his boxer briefs, rubbing his eyes.

  Valerie giggled. “Didn’t mean to wake you, sleeping bear. I got out of the bed and you didn’t move a muscle. I thought about groping you but figured you wouldn’t appreciate it.”

  He dropped himself onto the bench behind the table and grunted as he adjusted his semi-aroused dick. She still had on his shirt, and though it covered everything important, it was short enough to tease her. Long legs. Pert ass he got a glimpse of every time she moved just so.

  His balls drew up and cock harder, already raring to go. And he wasn’t ready to “go.” Not yet. He’d probably need to rub one out sooner or later just to take the edge off.

  She bent over to pick up a dropped potholder and put her full bounty on display.

  Fuck.

  “I’m making toast to go with these eggs,” came her too-damn-chipper-for-morning voice. “You want coffee?”

  He grunted and tried to shove back the incendiary thoughts. He wasn’t going to be fucking her yet. Couldn’t gratify her that way so soon when he still had so much work to endear himself to her. He didn’t want to give that to her until he was reasonably sure she would have come back for more, and he was under no illusions they were anywhere close to that point.

  “No. I’m going back to bed right after breakfast,” he said.

  “Where are we?”

  The toaster ejected two slices of whole wheat bread.

  Valerie flitted to the cabinet and grabbed two plates. She knew what she was doing. Efficient. He liked the way that looked on a woman.

  He adjusted his crotch again and this time reached for one of the pillows at the far end of the bench to cover his lap. If he couldn’t do away with the evidence, he could hide it. “We’re somewhere between North Carolina and Bermuda. Pretty much will just go in little circles until you’re ready to go home.”

  “Could this thing make it all the way to Bermuda?”

  “Oh, yeah. I do a lot of island hopping, actually. Sometimes I sail down the coast to Florida and from there spend a few weeks floating around the Caribbean.”

  “Alone?”

  “Most of the time. Sometimes Clay will come along, depending on timing. We take turns steering and move around pretty efficiently. We sleep when we get into port.”

  “That sounds amazing.” Her voice was wistful, and her lips curved into a soft smile.

  “Yeah?”

  “Mm-hmm.” She dropped toast onto a plate, scooped some scrambled eggs onto it, and tucked a couple of slices of thick bacon onto the side. “You want butter for the toast?”

  “Nah, it’s good the way it is. I’m going to make a sandwich out of all this.”

  “Man after my own heart.”

  He certainly was after her heart.

  “Want some cheese to go on it?” she asked.

  “Sure.”

  She brought him a slice and then moved back to the counter to plate up the rest of the food.

  He wasn’t ready to let the previous subject drop, though. It could be the perfect inroad for him to convince her to spend some time with him. “So. Do you think cruising around the Caribbean for weeks at a time in a vessel like this would be enjoyable? I know a lot of folks get cabin fever pretty quickly.”

  “Are you kidding?” she asked with a voice tinged with wonderment. “I’d love it. I think it’d be very convenient, and I imagine you’d have everything you’d need near the port if you just want to relax, right? You could watch television or just sit up on the deck with some wine and watch the boats move around. More than anything, though, I just want to have an excuse to see cool things.” She shrugged. “To explore, I guess. Leah never wants to go to the same places I do. I guess I’m boring.”

  “I don’t think you’re boring, but if you keep talking like that and I might just plan out some adventure to invite you on. Old San Juan has gorgeous architecture, by the way. I love exploring those tight streets and looking at the way normal people live.”

  “You mean the ones who aren’t trying to sell you cheap stuff down by the docks, huh?”

  “Exactly.”

  “Don’t tempt me. I’d want to say yes. I never wanted to go alone because I’m a coward that way, I guess.”

  “Let’s go. Maybe we can make it a four-day weekend next week.”

  “Just like that, huh?”

  “You make it sound like it’s hard for me. It’s not. If you want it, just ask.”

  Her soft smile fell away and she looked down. “No strings attached, right?”

  He wasn’t going to tell her a lie, so he kept his mouth shut. If she went, he’d want to do it again and then again. He was already starting to crave more of her company and she still was standing right in front of him.

  “I’m tempted, Tim. Don’t think I’m not. I just…have way too much work to do.”

  Right. Work.

  She slipped onto the bench beside him and picked up a half of her bacon, egg, and cheese sandwich. “I wonder if Carine met up with Leah last night.”

  Although annoyed, he wasn’t going to call her out on the abrupt subject change. He wanted her comfortable, and at the moment that apparently meant she had to change the subject.

  “When was she supposed to arrive?” he asked.

  “Leah was halfway to Shora around the time you picked me up.”

  “I’ve got a satellite dish on this thing. If you want to get online and send an email to assuage your curiosity, I’ll certainly condone it.”

  Valerie giggled and took a big bite of her sandwich. “You don’t strike me as the nosy type.”

  He loved that about her—her appetite. She wasn’t the sort of eater who worried about appearances when she ate. Heidi had been the same way, but obviously, Heidi rarely gave a shit about other people’s perceptions of her. Well, except for that long stretch of her life when she tried so hard to be straight when she simply…wasn’t.

  “Are you kidding?” he asked teasingly. “Of course I’m nosy and I have good reason to be. Between folks like Leah, Clay, and some of the regulars that show up to his events, I get all the entertainment I need for a couple of weeks in a few hours’ time.”

  “Let’s do it, then. Let’s find out if my sister made her grand arrival.”

  “Let me finish this sandwich and we’ll be nosy together.” He hoped by the time he did, he could push the pillow away from his lap.

  “Sounds like a plan. What do you usually do when you’re floating like this? How often do you come out alone?”

  “Often enough to make boat ownership worth it, I guess. I spend a lot of weekends on my boats, either fishing or just getting away from things.”

  “So that’s why you have this boat, huh?”

  “Why else would I have it?”

  She shrugged. “Just seems like one of those things a person with a lot of money would collect. You know, because it seems like the thing to do.”

  “I wouldn’t know what rich people do. I’m not sure at what point I earned that designation. Maybe when I got invited into the country club?”

  “I’m sure Uncle Sam could tell you if you don’t remember when,” she said
dryly.

  “Does that put you off? The money, I mean.”

  It seemed he’d been worried about the wrong thing. He shouldn’t have been worried about her being a gold digger, but instead of her thinking he was something she wasn’t—an asshole made oblivious by his wealth.

  She tugged at the gold chain around her neck and pulled her gaze away from his. “I don’t know. You seem normal enough, but I could be wrong.”

  “I wasn’t born with money. I worked hard for it. I still work hard for it and rarely have a chance to spend it on anything besides my parents.”

  And bailing Kevin out of jail.

  “Hell. I don’t have any hobbies beyond fishing and staring at ocean water.” He was surprised at how that note of exasperation had crept into his voice. The woman was seriously knocking him off his keel. “My ex-wife still buys half my clothes, so if you think I’m fashionable at all, you can thank her for it. I have no idea how to spend money. Tell me what to spend it on.”

  “Tim…” Rubbing her eyes, Valerie let out a breath.

  “I mean it.”

  “Real estate and gold,” she said weakly. “I guess is what’s commonly suggested. I’m sorry. I’m not generally so sensitive, but I think as a kid, I got kind of angry about being broke all the time. My mother and my grandmother worked so hard, and…”

  “I know. That’s how my parents were. Trust me, I know.”

  She let the necklace fall back into place and fixed her gaze out the window behind him. “So, what are you running away from when you bring your boat out here, Tim?”

  “Not really running, just claiming some room to think. You wouldn’t think you’d feel so boxed up inside a house you live in alone, but sometimes, I do.”

  “I think I understand.”

  “Yeah?” He rested his elbows on the table and twined his fingers together.

  Her brow furrowed in that charmingly serious way he was coming to recognize as part of her “thinking” expression.

  She thought a lot.

  She turned her sandwich around in her hands and chewed for a while. “I think…sometimes structures become receptacles for memories. In our minds, they become attached to certain events and we just can’t untangle the places and the events from each other. And it doesn’t even have to be bad memories, necessarily, that are taking up all that space. Sometimes too many neutral ones can do the same thing.”