by Sloan Storm
Slipperless Series
(Book #4)
By Sloan Storm
This is a work of fiction. Names, places, businesses, characters and incidents are either the product of the author's imagination or are used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons living or dead, actual events or locales is purely coincidental.
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FIONA
Just as I was about to dive into the water, a now familiar splashing sound
caught my attention. I snapped my head in the direction of the noise and noticed Gabe surfacing once again.
“Gabe!” I screamed.
Yet, no sooner had I done so than I lost my balance on the side of the sailboat. I shrieked in terror as I tried to lunge for the sail, but it was already too late. The next thing I realized, my backside slammed into the surface of the water, and within a fraction of a second my mouth, nose, and eyes filled with burning sea water.
As quickly as I could, I shot to the surface. By that time, Gabe had closed on me and wrapped his arm around my midsection, pulling me hard against his torso.
“Fiona, hang on to me. Let’s get you back to the boat.”
“You fucking bastard!” I yelled, as he pulled me along. “You had me scared to death!”
“Oh come on, calm down.”
Just then, we reached the side of the boat, and as we did, Gabe hoisted me upwards. I grabbed onto the edge and pulled myself over, collapsing into the vessel with a thud. As I lay there soaked and gasping for breath, Gabe followed close behind and rolled up next to me. Still furious, I squeezed my eyes closed tight, balled my fists and pounded them against Gabe’s chest.
“How could you do that?! Why?!!”
I swatted against the hard musculature of his upper body in vain for several more seconds. It wasn’t hard to see the strikes caused him no pain whatsoever. More annoyed than injured, he grabbed hold of my arms.
“Fiona,” he said, as he held me firm, trying to refocus my attention. “Fiona!”
After another moment or so, I snapped back to awareness.
“What?” I screamed.
“Calm down! I wasn’t trying to do anything other than find your bracelet. All right? What’s gotten into you?”
“What’s gotten into me? What’s gotten into me? Oh gee, let’s see…”
Soon after, I started to rattle off all the reasons what he’d done was completely insane. Half of which wound up with him trapped on the bottom, the other half eaten alive, and in all of them he wound up one hundred percent dead!
“There was nothing to worry about, Fiona. I told you before I went down the first time I was an expert free diver, remember?”
“Yes, I remember,” I replied, as my rage deepened. “And that’s fine, so long as the only problem you have underwater is holding your breath. But, put yourself in my situation. How would I know you hadn’t gotten trapped on the bottom—or worse, attacked by something?”
Gabe leaned back and let loose with a deep belly laugh. “Attacked? Really?”
Doing a half-turn, he made a sweeping gesture back towards the calm, blue water.
“What would possibly attack me here? Fiona, do you have any idea of the kind of sea life you’re dealing with in this bay? Trust me, it’s nothing that would kill you. That is, unless you got nibbled to death by twenty thousand damselfish.”
My labored breath began to slow. “I don’t know what those are.”
“They’re harmless tropical fish. Just like almost everything else out there. The only exception would be a barracuda, and he’s only gonna go after you if you’re wearing something shiny.”
“Well, I don’t care, because you never should have done that in the first place!”
Gabe leaned back against the side of the boat and jammed one of his hands into his pocket.
“Okay, but… if I hadn’t gone in, I never would have found this.”
Just then, Gabe removed his hand from inside his swim trunks and moved a closed fist in my direction. I paused for a moment and looked at his hand. A few random drops of ocean water dribbled from his skin and splattered on the bottom of the boat as he held his fist in front of my face.
“Is it?” I asked.
A slight smile came to Gabe’s lips as he rotated his hand and unfolded his fingers at the same time. As he did, my bracelet appeared before my eyes in his palm. I shrieked with excitement as I lunged towards him, throwing my arms around his neck. Peppering his face with a dozen kisses, I delighted in the taste of salt water on his skin.
Gabe chuckled as I showered affection on him, and just as I neared his lips, I felt his fingers wrapped around my wrist. Glancing down, I watched as he slid my bracelet on and fastened it. Afterward, I turned my gaze back towards him.
“Thank you,” I said in a whisper. “But, I wish you wouldn’t have done that.”
“I know.”
I shook my head and smiled as I leaned in towards him once again. Reaching up, I slid my fingers into his wet hair, and with my other hand, I caressed his cheek. Without hesitation, I moved in towards his mouth and pressed my lips to his. Gabe exhaled a subtle burst of heat through his nostrils as our tongues began to dance inside each other’s mouth.
Just then, he eased himself off the side of the boat and began to lay me down. Pressing his palm in the center of my back, Gabe lowered me ‘til I lay flat, at which point he eased himself between my thighs and lowered his upper body over mine.
Gabe leaned his body weight into me as we continued to kiss. Still reeling from the fright-filled minutes when I thought I’d never see him again, I delighted in the taste of him, relieved I was able to savor it once more.
Underneath the warm afternoon sun, we intertwined our bodies, twisting arms and legs as the sailboat rocked back and forth with the gentle currents. Between the sounds of our hungry groans for one another, the lyrical cries of seabirds overhead passed in and out of my awareness.
A subtle breeze stirred the sail into action, causing it to flap and crack like an oversized whip. I swirled my fingers in Gabe’s hair, gently twisting the loose, damp curls. Gabe held me firm, with one hand around my midsection and the other cupping my breast.
When I thought I’d lost him, the feeling I experienced was about so much more than the physical. But now, having him here again, holding me, touching me and consuming me—I realized how connected I’d become to him.
I allowed my fingertips to slide down the back of his head, along his neck and towards the sun-warmed skin of his muscular upper back. Curling my fingers under, I dug the tips of my nails into his flesh as I further sought to reassure myself of his physical presence.
As I did, Gabe grunted and contracted his shoulder blades, drawing them together in a tight ball of sinew. I moaned in return and relaxed my grip, moving down further yet again until I reached the hard, round muscularity of his perfect ass, squeezing it and pulling it towards my hips.
Just then, Gabe separated his mouth from mine. As the satin soft feel of his lips moved away, I let loose with a disapproving pout.
Gabe chuckled as he looked down at me. “What’s the matter?”
Releasing one of my hands from hi
s backside, I drew it up towards my face and pointed at my mouth.
“My lips miss you already.”
“Which ones?” Gabe said, with a devious smile on his face.
I returned his grin with one of my own. “You’re terrible, you know that?”
Gabe looked at me without speaking and nodded as he slid his fingers between my legs, rubbing his thumb over my clit through the thin fabric of my bathing suit. The heat of his touch caused my lower back to arch, drawing my hips further towards his grip. Propped up on one elbow, Gabe hovered over me, gently sliding his fingers along my folds.
My mouth drifted open as I gazed up at him. Nodding, I looked into his eyes and exhaled a shaky, needful breath. After another pass or two of his fingers, Gabe reached around the edge of my bathing suit and slid them beneath it.
In the next moment, I gasped as I felt the undeniable sensation of his flesh against mine. Suspending the spandex fabric above my skin, Gabe wasted no time further torturing me.
His fingers dragged up and down the length of my folds, as if he were a musician tuning an instrument. For a minute or more, he lingered there, each time threatening to slip within me as he moved with tantalizing cruelty. At last, unable to stand much more, I instinctively lurched forward, sitting upright at the waist, but as I did, Gabe shook his head and pasted a look of disapproval on his lips.
He locked eyes on me like a snake charmer, watching me with an unbroken focus until I did his bidding and lay down again. Once I had, Gabe made his intention clear and with a violent tug, pulled the fabric of my suit to one side, exposing my pussy to the warm, salt-filled air.
With my head flat against the deck, I traced Gabe’s movements with my eyes as he braced himself on the side of the boat and stood above me. Remnants of his time underwater, lingering streaks of saltwater, trickled down the front of his chiseled torso tracing the lines of his pecs and abdominals.
Gabe’s rounded, broad shoulders glistened underneath the heat of the Caribbean sun as he reached towards his waist. Hooking his thumbs inside of his shorts, he slid them down the length of his muscular thighs, tossing them to the side with a casual flick.
Afterward, he descended once more, grasping his immense cock in his hand and maneuvering himself between my legs. My breath rose and fell with an ever increasing urgency as he moved across my body, darkening me in a shadow of wantonness.
And then, in the next moment, I felt the tip of his dick as he leaned in and brushed against my wet, tender folds. My eyes fluttered closed and my head rocked to one side as he tortured me with it. With deliberate, tempting strokes, he dragged the thick head along the full length of my entrance, cutting a wide swath as he did.
Desperate for him, I shuddered with each pass, wanting nothing more than to feel the sensation of him inside me yet again. Yet, just when I thought I’d reached my limit, he paused just at the precipice. He lingered there for several moments, until he pushed within me a fraction and held still, until I opened my eyes and looked into his. Instinctively, I reached towards his thick shaft, like an impatient child being deprived of my favorite plaything, but Gabe swatted me away, frowning in displeasure as he did.
“Please,” I whispered. “I-I need you.”
Gabe’s gaze remained locked on mine. A gentle eddy of wind stirred within the boat, sending curly shocks of his hair flying about. The hint of a smile came to the corner of his mouth, and as it did, Gabe leaned down towards my face, pressing his lips to mine and inserting his cock inside me with one mighty stroke.
I moaned as he did, slapping my palms to the bottom of the boat. I curled my nails under, digging with such a force I thought they might break off. When at last Gabe could descend no further, he began to move in and out with rhythmic thrusts, keeping perfect synchronicity with the gentle rocking of the boat. Gabe broke his mouth free of mine yet again, releasing a heated expulsion of breath as he did.
“Uuuuunnnnhhh,” he grunted as he began to increase the force and friction of his motion.
I looked up towards the magnificence of his sculpted torso. Ridges and layers of muscled manhood flexed above me. Moving in and out of the shadow cast by the boat’s sail, his body arched in splendor. I reached for his thick arms, wrapping my small hands around the deep grooves and vein-laced ridges.
With each thrust and withdrawal, his entire being pulsed and contracted. As it did, my hands fell away from his arms and made their way towards his chest. I extended my arms, pressing my palms flat into the solid muscle of his core. Gabe’s abdominal muscles rippled beneath the thin skin of his midsection as he moved in and out, forcing me to drag my tongue across my lips as I witnessed the glorious spectacle.
For several moments I looked up at him through eyes made hazy by lust. My gaze continued to travel down the center line of his body until at last it reached the long, hard girth of his shaft. Hypnotized, I looked on as Gabe’s pelvis collided against me, each time impacting my curves with a satisfying crack.
Out of nowhere, Gabe tossed his head backward, flinging a spray of salt water in the process. It splattered against the canvas of the sail like wet paint across an artist’s easel. He reached for me, tugging me by the arms as if I weighed next to nothing. As he did, Gabe fell back into the boat and pulled me on top.
Straddling him, I began to rock my hips up and down the full length of his dick. As I did, Gabe reached up towards my bathing suit and pulled the top of it down, spilling my breasts into his waiting grasp.
My head fell back as he fondled me and rolled my nipples between his fingertips. I drew my arms inward, making my tits as full as possible to assist him. All the while, I continued to bounce up and down on top of Gabe, with each stroke drawing him deeper inside, where I’d yearned to have him.
As the heat of the midday sun beat down on my backside, it wasn’t long before my skin began to glisten with the evidence of my effort. Pausing for a moment to catch my breath, I wiggled my hips, claiming every inch of him as I bent over at the waist and dropped my head towards Gabe’s chest.
I licked at his tight skin, savoring the tropical mix of salt, sweat and sea. Gabe grunted and reached up towards my head, sliding his fingers amongst the locks of my hair. I moved across his chest, gliding my tongue as I did. Tracing the pronounced curvature of his pecs with it, I drew my lips towards one nipple and began to suckle it, before switching and doing the same to the other.
Just as I released my mouth from it, Gabe twisted and turned his hands, tugging my head backward in the process. I sputtered a sound, somewhere between a moan and a whisper, as I returned to an upright position. No sooner had I done so than Gabe slid his hands under my ass, and began to thrust upward within me.
The sensation of him taking me in this way again, as he had in his office the first time we’d been together, immediately drew an urge to the front of my mind. I went limp as he controlled me, inserting and withdrawing himself with terrific force. My curves vibrated and shook with each and every second that passed. Quite suddenly, my body started to shake and tremor from deep inside and without thinking, I let a high-pitched mewl sputter from my mouth.
Gabe had never felt so full and hard inside me before. All of the fear and terror I’d experienced when I thought I’d lost him melted into nothingness as my moment approached. Now fused to him as if he were a part of me, I vowed never to lose him again.
The intensity of my emotion began to spread throughout my body, warming me and energizing me like the sunlight kissing at my skin. A wisp of sea spray from a passing whitecap sprinkled across my face. I licked my lips, running my tongue along its edges, savoring the taste as I did.
And then, Gabe drove himself completely within one final time, claiming me with a ramrod-hard thrust. I clenched myself around his shaft in return, and the instant I did, my mind splintered with white shocks of bliss. The orgasm began deep and low, rapidly spreading throughout my entire body as Gabe squeezed me at the waist with the force of a vice.
I cried out, my voice echoing across
the undulating waters of the bay. As my climax washed over me like a mighty wave crashing into the shore, I sensed Gabe’s hips freeze in place beneath me.
As they did, Gabe’s body rumbled with vibration as he groaned. Together, we joined one another in the most pristine state of mind, awash in a sea of carnal delight. I cooed as Gabe came inside me. As never before, the primal connection felt renewed and rekindled. Exhausted at last, I fell forward, colliding against his stone-like torso.
As I did, I peppered his chest, neck, cheeks and lips with dozens of tiny kisses, grateful that our time together hadn’t reached a dark end.
GABE
“I rather enjoyed that,” I said, as I let out a satisfied exhale.
“Yes, I did too.”
“No,” I said, as I turned towards her, smiling. “Actually I was referring to putting a bit of a scare into you.”
Fiona wrinkled her brow at me. “Why would you enjoy that?”
I shrugged. “I don't know. It's hard to explain. I suppose it was just funny.”
She shook her head. “No, it was not funny. Not in the slightest.”
With that, Fiona snatched her clothing from the bottom of the boat and began to put it on with a succession of violent, jerking motions, so much so that it looked as if she might tear the stitching out of it.
Baffled by her gestures, I frowned at her. “What’s with you?”
Fiona froze in place and scowled at me. “What’s with me? Are you serious? Are you really asking me that right now?”
I scoffed. “Yes. As far as I know, I didn’t stutter.”
Without another word Fiona took several steps toward me. Once she closed to within about a foot, she crossed her arms at her chest.
“Scaring me to the point of terror is not funny, and it’s not something I enjoy, Gabe. Don't ever do that to me again.”
For an instant, I battled the urge to smile, but at the last second, I thought better of it.
“Well, I didn’t do it on purpose. If you'll recall, I was busy looking for your bracelet.”
In spite of my reply, Fiona’s anger didn’t dissipate but appeared to grow in intensity.
