“Always too busy running things behind the scenes to enjoy it a little yourself, I’d imagine,” I assumed with a smile. “Come, an empty dining table is no place to really enjoy a yacht. You can bring your glass,” I added as we started to stand up. Jillian swayed a little, but I took her arm in mine again to guide her.
I led her upstairs to a spacious lounge that included an even more panoramic view of the waters ahead of us with less of the deck in the way. Where the dining room’s theme was black and white, this lounge’s was a dark, seductive red and dark wood, with long couches circling a large coffee table in the center, a hot tub in the corner, and a bar near the front. It was all unattended, of course. I wanted the lounge to ourselves.
“There are no set destinations on my yachts,” I said, leading her to the windows and peering out into the illuminated seas. “I have a rough plan, but I was hoping to get your input on the details.”
“My input?” she asked, raising her eyebrows. “I’m not sure what I could do, but…”
I smiled at her and walked over to the coffee table’s large, glass surface reached under it to press a button. The screen under the glass table lit up, and it displayed a map of the Caribbean before our eyes, a dull glow in the dim room, and a little red blip showed where we were located.
“Yes, I have a map inside a luxury coffee table like some kind of Bond villain.”
I chuckled at her expression, and I beckoned her over with a finger. She strode over to the thing and peered over it, setting her wine glass on the arm of one of the chairs.
I set my own glass down, moved behind her, and slipped my arms around her hips. She turned her head to look back at me for a moment, but she didn’t resist.
“I see how you carry yourself around the ship,” I whispered into her ear, and I felt her whole body shiver. I squeezed her closer. “You’ve grown into a woman who knows what she wants. You act like you’re not comfortable with the serving staff around, but you’re a natural, Jill. This suits you.”
“This?” she whispered back.
“Being a part of this world,” I stated, running a hand down the length of her arm to her fingertips, clasping her hand gently. “You’re such a hard worker that you don’t know how to enjoy the benefits. Let’s start slowly.”
I guided her hand over to the red blip on the screen. “That’s us,” I said. Then guided her to the cluster of islands just off the coast of Florida. “To be back in seven days, all this is open to you,” I said, tracing my finger around a radius of islands. “We’re headed for the Bahamas generally, but what looks good?”
She stared at the map for a few moments, and she wasn’t as overwhelmed by choices as I was expecting. In fact, she put a finger to her lips, peering at the map with genuine interest. “I hear the Berry Islands are nice,” she said thoughtfully. “Where are they?”
I smiled and guided her finger over to the little chain of islands, putting her finger on them. As I did, I pushed her forward a little more, my hot breath on her neck.
“I know docks there that very few people know about,” I revealed. “You have good taste.”
“You can tell what kind of taste I have from a guess off the top of my head?” she prodded with a little laugh. Her body a little more relaxed thanks to the wine.
“Of course,” I said in a thick voice that made her still, my hand sliding around to her front. “When someone has never really experienced something before, their instincts are the best judge of what they’re really like.”
She was silent for a few moments, but she didn’t resist the gentle swaying of my hips behind her. “Bruin, what happened earlier was…”
“Instinct,” I admitted, now running my hand on her inner thigh through her blue dress. “You let your instinct guide you, Jill, and it was worth it, wasn’t it?”
I wasn’t even sure if she knew she was nodding softly. I could feel the storm inside her. “You tasted so fucking good.” I breathed into her ear. “I’m thinking about things that I haven’t explored, either.”
“Don’t try that with me,” she warned, finally turning around to face me. My hands held her round ass, and I looked down into those defiant eyes. “You’ve had women all over the world. How am I any different?”
I cupped her face with my hands and ran a thumb just below her lip, admiring the glossy lipstick. “You’re the one who’s been right in front of me the whole time.”
I pressed my lips to hers. The heady wine and the tension we felt between us made us melt into each other, and Jillian soon found her knees going weak under me.
I groped her ass, and one hand went up her back, feeling the smooth fabric before my fingers found the zipper. She gasped a little and broke the kiss, looking up at me in surprise. She knew full well what it would mean if I drew that zipper down.
“Here?” she asked, a glance to the window.
“We’re in private, trust me,” I growled, a smug smile on my face. “The only question is whether you want this.”
Her lip quivered for a moment as I watched the storm of feelings roil under the surface. Even though I knew what my heart and body wanted, I felt it too. The tension of knowing each other so long and leaving so much untouched. How close I’d been to the family. Her brother. The secrecy. The feeling of her coming on my face, giving me a taste of her honey I’d never forget.
She nodded hastily and kicked her shoes off, and I felt a roar of triumph well up inside my chest. I pressed her into another kiss as my hand drew the zipper down in a swift motion, and I helped her wiggle out of the little dress. I tossed it aside and stood back, my hungry eyes looking her up and down.
And with everything stripped away but her bra and panties, the shy, nervous Jillian I remembered was back for a moment, looking up at me with hesitation, even fear. She was worried she didn’t look the way I wanted her to.
Nothing could be further from the truth.
I unbuttoned my shirt and tossed it to the side, and her jaw dropped at the sight of my rippling muscles again. I gave her little time to appreciate them, though. I moved forward and unhooked her bra, tossing it aside before she even realized what was happening, kissing her all the while. I slipped my hand up to her breast and cupped it, but I couldn’t stay sweet and gentle for long. I lowered her onto the cool table surface, and her arms fell to her sides, leaving her exposed before me. With the soft glow under her and the dark shadows behind me, I felt like the devil himself looming over an angel.
I descended on her.
My teeth grazed her breast as my tongue found her nipple, and my cock grew stiffer at the sound of her gasp of pleasure.
“Oh, God.” She breathed, pushing her knees up to hold onto my hips. “I...I…”
She was lost for words as I devoured her breasts, relishing the soft flesh as my tongue washed over it, toying with the stiff bud until it was hard, and I let my teeth brush against it, threatening to bite down at a moment’s notice
I slid her to the very edge of the table and stood up to my full height, but as I did, my hands slid down to her hips and took hold of her panties. She took one last breath I lifted her hips to get them off, sliding them all the way up to her ankles, and I tossed them to the side.
Jillian was naked before me, her ankles resting on my shoulders, and I gazed down at my prize. Swiping my tongue over my lips, I took my belt off and unbuttoned my pants, letting my stiff cock spring free.
She gasped at the sight of it. She’d seen it at half-mast and felt it stiff, but she’d never seen it like this, full and erect, its bulging, dark crown swollen with need. My heavy balls were almost sore from desire for her.
“You have no fucking idea what you do to me,” I growled, and before she could respond, I slid my cock against her slit, listening to her gasp of surprise at the sheer weight of it on her. “I’m going to make you pay for it.”
I let my cock rub against her folds, wetting my cock before I perched the tip on it, running my hands up and down her smooth thighs and feeling a rumble
go through my chest.
“Condom?” I asked her, and she shook her head, blushing furiously.
“No,” she gasped, “I want you to fill me, Bruin.” Her voice was shaking as she said it, and I smiled. “Skin against my skin. Just once.”
“You’ve been waiting a long time to say that,” I teased her, and before she could respond, I pushed my shaft into her.
She let out a cry of surprise when I entered her, and fuck, she was tight, tighter than I’d expected. The tip of my cock felt every detail of her pussy, and I was only halfway in. I was going to fuck her hard, but if I wasn’t careful, this poor woman might get hurt in my hands.
I rocked back and forth, and my jaw fell open at how good she felt.
“Fuck, you’re red-hot inside, baby” I groaned, bringing my hands down to grope her breasts. They were softer than I’d ever imagined, except for those stiff, hard nipples. I squeezed them, and she arched her back, chin up, face blushing deeply. She didn’t have words.
“I want to be in you completely,” I growled, my rhythm getting steadier as I rocked into her. With every thrust, I got a little deeper, and each time, I brought my cock almost out of her entirely before sliding back in. “I’m going to get to know you and break you in, baby.”
“Take everything,” she finally managed to gasp. “Everything for you. I want you to break me.”
The sound of her sweet voice was music to my ears, and I got stiffer just by hearing her. Despite the fire she could show in person, she welcomed me into her desperately, trying to get as much of me inside her as I could fit.
Soon, nearly all of my cock was inside her, and I started getting more adventurous.
Exploring turned into invading. Instead of rocking into her, I started thrusting steadily, getting a little harder and a little faster each time. My hands moved to her hips and squeezed her, holding her tight to me as I watched her form get pushed around on the table, her chest rising and falling with each quick breath.
“Fuck, Bruin, I...I had no idea you were...oh God, all these years,” she whimpered wildly.
“How much have you thought about me, baby?” I growled, my head swimming with thoughts of her, of everything I was going to do to her, of how badly she wanted me.
“So fucking much,” she gasped, and I felt my cock grow so stiff it surprised even me. As it did, and I started pounding into her faster and faster, I felt her getting tighter around me. She gripped the edge of the table, knuckles almost white, and a high-pitched squeal caught silent in her throat as I watched her face well up with tension from the incoming orgasm.
I started bucking faster and faster, watching my cock slide in and out of her slick pussy, honey all over the table. I felt my balls start to tense up with each thrust, and then Jill’s squeal pierced the air and melted into a long, beautiful gasp.
Her whole pussy tightened around me and pulsed with pleasure, and I could feel the orgasm wrack her whole body, from lower abdomen to her fingertips. She was like a doll in my grasp, helpless and trembling with the force of it. She cracked her eyes open, and I saw tears in them as she panted up at me.
The feeling of her coming all over my stiff cock, the sight of her utter pleasure, the knowledge that I was fulfilling so much of those deep, dark fantasies of her youth. It was perfect. I let myself spill over the edge.
My balls grew tight, and I felt white-hot bliss shoot down my shaft as I exploded into her, a deep, ragged groan escaping my lips as my seed coated her insides.
The first shot took her by surprise, especially when I gripped her hips tight and pulled her into me, trapping our sexes together as I emptied myself into her. Each pulse made my shaft twitch and throb inside her, and a quick gasp told me that within a few thrusts, she was coming again, a beautiful slow-burn to finish off the overwhelming feeling of a few moments ago.
I spilled more seed into her than I ever knew I could make. I felt my own body start to relax from the tense ecstasy, and after countless pulses, I knew my orgasm was coming to an end.
The moment of bliss hung around us for a long time as I held her, my seed running out of her pussy onto the table, and then, there was nothing but our breathing in the air as I stood there, still stiff inside her.
She was limp, eyes staring up at me like I wasn’t real. I gave her a cocky smile, then slid my hands under her back to lift her up. She gasped at the change in feeling in her pussy, and I hugged her to me as she wrapped her legs around my waist.
“Everything you dreamed about?” I asked.
“Oh my God, Bruin,” was all she could breathe, and my smile turned into a sloppy grin.
If only she knew I hadn’t even gotten started.
Sixteen
Jillian
By the second day of our seven-day joyride on the Atlantic, I was finally starting to relax. Just a little. After digging through my suitcase and getting very frustrated at the lack of options suitable for eighty-degree weather, salty humidity, and the occasional splash of ocean water, I finally decided to do some creative wardrobe arrangement.
I found a slip of a tank top, meant to be worn underneath a proper blouse, and put that on along with one of my pencil skirts. As for shoes, there was no need. And besides, it hardly mattered what I wore, because one thing I could definitely be sure of was that Bruin would just rip it off my body and toss it aside anyway.
I had been nervously tiptoeing around the topic of what all he expected from me on this little cruise. The short answer was obvious. He wanted to fuck me. For seven days straight. With very few interruptions. That much I could easily tell. But as to the details… how often was I expected to give it up? What kind of depravity did he have planned for us?
The yacht was so huge, it wouldn’t have even surprised me much to find out that he had some hidden sex dungeon somewhere. I half-expected him to scoop me up and carry me off to some dark, secret corner where he could strap me into some crazy device and have his way with me.
Strangely enough, that idea didn’t totally freak me out. Well, it did. But in a good way. Perhaps I had just been reading too many steamy novels. Still, if someone had told me a week prior that I would soon be adrift on the sea, on a massive yacht meant to be purchased for my brother, as the guest of a billionaire playboy who just so happened to be my overprotective brother’s old college roommate, I would have laughed in their face. I mean, it was a completely absurd idea. One that I would never have agreed to, had the offer come from literally anyone else on the planet. But Bruin? He had me wrapped around his finger, ever since the first time I saw him so many years ago. I couldn’t deny him anything, and quite frankly, that scared me a little.
It was a beautiful, sunny morning when I woke up in Bruin’s bed on day two of the joyride. I yawned and stretched, rolling over to see if Bruin was still asleep. To my confusion, he was nowhere to be found. I frowned and sat up in bed, blinking blearily. Where was he and what time was it? I kind of regretted turning off my phone now, as it would have been useful to check the time. But I knew that was too big a risk. If I turned my phone on, I would definitely have a ton of missed calls from Jeff, and I couldn’t deal with that right now. Besides, I wouldn’t have service way out here on the ocean anyway.
I slipped out of bed, smoothing down my tank top and skirt as I trudged to the bathroom. It was surprisingly large, with a full shower and bathtub, and outfitted with the same sleek chrome furnishings as the rest of the rooms with the exception of the antique fixtures in the movie theater and the library. I looked at myself in the mirror and groaned. I looked like a hot mess. My dark brown hair was poking out in tufts at every direction, my face was pink on one side from where I’d had my cheek pressed against the pillow. I had slept hard. The kind of heavy sleep that only ever follows a particularly intense orgasm, from my experience. And God knows I had plenty of those.
I decided I might as well test out the shower. Maybe it would help me wake up. I stripped off my clothes and stepped into the stall. I turned on the water, which fell like
rain from the gigantic, round shower head.
“Oh, it’s one of those,” I murmured groggily.
I had always wanted one of these at home, a detachable shower head. Anna Kate, swore by it. She said it was the closest thing to a man’s mouth on your pussy you could get. I had blushed and gotten very embarrassed when she told me that, but secretly I was thankful for the knowledge. Pretty much my entire adult life thus far had been one gigantic dry spell, after all.
Well, until now, of course.
I began washing my hair with the luxury shampoo and conditioner sitting neatly in the basket hanging from the shower wall, surprised at how nice it smelled. Like strawberries and vanilla. Surely these weren’t the products Bruin used. I looked around and saw another set of bottles, black and gold. Men’s products. I got a little flutter of something like fondness. He had picked out shampoo and conditioner for me specifically?
Or, I reminded myself, he just kept them here because he so often had female guests around on the yacht. Not just me. I wasn’t special. I needed to keep a clear head about this. Bruin was not trying to woo me. I was just the flavor of the week.
I heard the click of the door opening and let out a gasp, covering my breasts and crotch instinctively as I turned to look at the door. To my relief, it was Bruin walking in, not one of the many crew members. Still, I felt exposed. He was shirtless, wearing just a pair of khaki shorts. He walked over and slid the glass door open, looking me up and down.
“Fucking gorgeous,” he said, shaking his head.
“Thank you,” I mumbled, feeling my cheeks burn.
“Mind if I join you?” he asked, a smirk playing on his lips. I shrugged.
“It’s your yacht,” I said, smiling. “You can do what you want.”
He grinned. “That’s right. I can.”
He stripped out of his shorts and stepped into the stall with me. He wrapped his arms around me, the two of us standing underneath the hot spray of water. I could feel every tight muscle of his body pressing against me. He was over six feet of power and control, towering over me. He could have snapped me in half if he’d wanted to. And sometimes, when he looked at me with those fiery blue eyes, I thought just maybe he would.
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