by Bobbi Romans
“Penthut? Oh, like penthouse. Ah, a lady with a sense of humor. Apparently the place only allows a limited number of visitors at one time? I guess they took pity and gave me the VIP hut.”
“Well, it’s gorgeous. And all the glass opens everything up. Almost as if you were one with nature.” If anyone was out traipsing around in the jungle behind the hut, they’d be visible to them. The placement of the bed relative to the windows hid nothing.
The bed, or what she assumed to be, was built into the floor much like she’d seen at the trampoline gym she’d checked out once. Fur covered the top, so she couldn’t tell for sure if in fact the odd bed was truly a bed-oline. On the floor at each of its corners sat posts with straps. Her mouth grew dry even as other areas grew wet.
She shot back the rest of her drink and sought a place to set the glass the down. Her pirate extended a hand, and without thought she almost stepped back. At the last moment, she realized he only asked for her glass After she handed it over, he disappeared into a small kitchen area.
Shivers burst across her skin as she sensed him behind her. Her moment had come. Now or never.
She turned and grabbed his head, pulling his mouth to hers. Color her surprised when he seemed to hold back. Didn’t open to the kiss at first and even placed his hands on her shoulders as if to push her away. Mortified, she nearly stopped and fled, thinking she’d mistaken his invitation to come in and what he’d meant by it. But then she brushed her tongue over the seam of his mouth, and he ignited. The only word that came to mind was ravenous. As if he’d always longed for this. She had to admit, it was far more than she’d imagined a kiss could be. From the moment their tongues met, she grew lightheaded and saw fireworks.
He broke the kiss and rested his forehead against hers.
“Are you willing to let go and give in to desire?” he whispered into her ear. The heat of his breath raised goose bumps across her skin. “Are you willing to be mine, in every way possible, for the evening?”
She nodded, and he surprised her by turning her around until her back rested against his chest.
“No. I want to hear you say so,” he demanded. “During every step of our time together, I want to know you’re with me. One hundred percent.”
“Yes.” Her voice was barely audible, but when he snaked his hands around her body to her breasts, her doubts about whether she’d spoken loud enough fled.
“There will only be the two of us. No other players.” His voice turned to steel with this statement.
“Yes,” she agreed.
“Nothing tonight will include pain. Only pleasure. However, if you become uncomfortable, you need only say so. Do you understand?”
“Yes.” Relief washed over her. Yes, she wanted to explore some sexual boundaries, but being with someone she really didn’t know, already did.
He captured her tits in his large palms and gave them a firm squeeze. Gently at first, but soon strength appeared behind the massage. She sighed and let her head fall back against his chest. When she did, he moved one hand to the slit in her dress. Since the opening stopped between her thighs, he found easy access. Her thong was no match for the prying fingers exploring her southern region.
One jerk and her panties went flying, and she didn’t care in the slightest. Not with the magic those fingers of his created. A long swipe though her wet folds teased, but when they returned to work little circles over her clit, her knees nearly buckled beneath her. Her pirate was savvy all right, as he yanked her back against him and anchored her in place.
Her breath grew ragged as those wicked fingers of his swirled, plucked, and dipped, all while she damn near collapsed against him. His firm body was her bed at the moment, as something large and hard prodded her bottom in a promise of sorts that her night was only beginning.
She felt him still suddenly. His breathing against her ear sounded ragged, and the way he rested his forehead against the top of her head gave her pause something had changed.
“Maybe we should—”
“Oh God don’t stop. Please don’t stop.” She’d long crossed the bridge of no return. He sighed. Whether from relief she wanted to continue or for some other reason, she didn’t know.
“Then let go. Give me all of yourself,” he encouraged.
His five o’clock shadow scraped her cheek as he leaned forward to suck on her neck. The long, hard draws would leave marks she hadn’t had since high school. Each pull from his mouth caused her pussy to clench with the need to be filled.
Tingles began at every point and juncture in her body, and she bit her lip to keep from crying out, but the attempt was futile. The budding orgasm exploded with no hope of holding the massive beast back.
“God yes, harder please now more, oh yes!” she screamed as his fingers dove deeper and moved harder. His hips rocked in time with them, so his erection poked her clit as his fingers delved. Perfection in its most primal state.
When she began to come down from the high, he scooped her in his arms and carried her toward the strange bed. Prepared to be tossed into it, she was thrown off kilter when he set her back on her feet just shy of the bed. When he began to undo the zipper of her dress, a sudden apprehension shot through her. Not about the tape holding her breasts high, but rather the truth behind sleeping with a stranger. Instinct drove her hands up to hold her dress in place.
“No. Don’t freeze up now,” he urged.
“How d-d-did you guess?” she stuttered, stunned at how perceptive he’d been.
“Your body tensed up when my hands brushed across your shoulders. Don’t shy away from me. Let go and fly free, if only for tonight.”
She dropped her hands back to her sides and attempted to calm herself. She wanted to lose control but still remain in command, if such a thing were even possible.
Or did she? Let him take over. Completely.
The dress slid down her body to pool on the floor about her feet. He’d already ripped her thong off, so the only thing left on her, of course, turned out to be the embarrassing tape. Um, gah. She didn’t know what to say or whether to say anything at all. Surely he’d been with girls who’d used the stuff before.
He used his hands to explore the bare front of her, and they froze when they came in contact with the tape.
Yeah, dumb ass, but those girls had the foresight to ditch the tape before the deed.
“Wait here a minute,” he whispered in the same scratchy voice, which trickled over her like a familiar friend. Everything about him put her at ease.
Within a moment he returned.
“No. Don’t turn around,” he instructed.
A silken black sash came down from behind her and slid down to cover her eyes. He tied the mask tight, and she assumed he feared the wig might be loose and the mask would fall off. Without sight to make her wary, a sudden empowering strength embodied her.
Soft, wet warmth rolled around her breasts.
A soapy sponge?
After a few strokes across the tape, she realized what he was attempting to loosen the tape without any pain for her. Wow. She was impressed.
A tug here and one there, and the tape came off. He dried her, then sampled her freshly bathed nipples. Between the now chilled, damp skin and the heat of his mouth…yowza. Each pull on her pearls made her clit pulsate. She was almost embarrassed at how darn fast he got her wet, ready, and panting.
Almost, but not quite.
The sudden loss of body heat and slight shuffling told her he’d moved away from her. Standing nude with a blindfold on in front of floor-to-ceiling glass windows should have made her scared. Nervous at the very least. Would have at one time. Now? She needed him so bad she could taste the promise he offered.
The taste of her private dream being made real.
“Remember, if anything, at any time, makes you uncomfortable, simply tell me to stop. Are we clear?”
“Yes,” she whispered.
“I don’t like leaving partners with regret. I’ve never done so and don’t
plan on starting now. Are you still with me so far?”
She knew he meant more than the simple instruction to tell him if she got uncomfortable with what they did. He needed confirmation that her head was still in the game.
“Yes. I’m with you.” Let this party get started.
Chapter Seventeen
He led her by her hands down into the sunken bed and gingerly urged her to lay across the fur coverlet. Once her back hit the mattress it confirmed her earlier notion, the bed was in fact a trampoline covered by a fur bedspread.
As she lay supine, unable to view her surroundings, he brought one of her arms above her head, where he tied her wrist with another silken sash that she assumed hung from the posts she’d seen earlier. He repeated the process with her other arm, then moved to mimic his steps with her legs, pulling them almost painfully open.
Being spread like a giant X gave her the sense again she should have at least been scared over being so exposed. But she wasn’t. Instead of fear, exhilaration coursed through her veins.
Something light dribbled across her skin, before her pirate’s wonderful hands began massaging the oily stuff in. Firm but gentle, he worked in slow, sensual circles, making sure not one inch of skin remained ignored. Whatever lotion or gel he used reminded her of earthy coconuts.
“Ummm.” His actions left her unable to form words.
“Like this, do you?” he questioned.
“Mm-hmm.”
When more of the gel dripped on her clit she grew anxious for his hands to follow. When they did, wow, warmth spread all over her. Not hot, but almost.
“Feel the oil working?”
She nodded.
“Good.”
His movements on the bouncy bed caused her tits to jiggle madly for a moment. She wasn’t sure where he was heading…oh.
Air blew against her crotch before he took her plumped nub between his teeth and bit gently. Between the heat the oil created and the sting of the bite, her hips shot upward. He brought his arm across her pelvis to hold her down.
“You’re not getting away from me that quickly,” he rumbled on a low laugh.
Using his mouth, he latched on to her core and began suckling every inch of her pussy, running his tongue through her folds, then nipping, before swirling over her clit again. He continued until she was screaming for release, and then he stopped.
Dead cold, stopped.
Her hips again lifted in search of what had given them such pleasure, but he didn’t touch her.
“Please, please. Oh God, don’t leave me like this,” she begged.
A crackling noise reached her stream of conciseness. Condom. Yes, oh she needed more than oral stimulation. She wanted all-out penetration. Wanted the decadent stretch only penetration would bring.
“Ready for me?”
She thrust her hips again in answer.
A poke at her entrance warned her he neared entering her, as he lined his erection up.
One strong surge, and he became fully seated within. Large seemed an understatement as he stilled, allowing her body to adjust to the sudden intrusion. Right as she readied words to beg, he began pumping. Hard and fast and perfect for what she needed. Her nipples grazed his chest, and the sensation added to her euphoric state. Each pump and they brushed against him, each surge and she thrust her hips to match the pace he set.
She wanted to wrap her legs around him to help anchor herself to him but mourned the lack of ability to do so. They were bound, and she remained at his sole mercy.
Again the build to orgasm burned deep her in pussy, but he denied her, stopping his movements when she tossed her head from side to side in blind bliss.
“Nooo,” she screamed when he withdrew from her.
A few quick movements later and she was freed from her bindings and flipped over onto her belly. After a few bounces they both settled, and he scooped an arm beneath her hips and hoisted them up. She sensed the control slip in comparison to his previously slow and steady actions. His grip was strong and true as he brushed up against her entrance, readying to enter her again, from behind this time.
This time when he pushed inside, he did so in a measured way, as if he caught and reminded himself this angle would take him deeper and he needed to gauge her reaction to the depth. Too hard and too fast with her vaginal walls already swollen in need, and things might hurt. Whoever her pirate really was, he knew women. Wanted to make sure they enjoyed each moment with him. He’d gone down on her like a starving man at an all-you-can-eat buffet and hadn’t asked for reciprocation. Hell, she’d have loved to have gotten all up and personal with his glorious cock. With the right partner, going down on a man furthered the sexual intensity for both partners.
Nothing beat hearing a man gasp for air while gripping the sheet while you worked on his tool. The power behind the knowledge that you’d caused this reaction was utterly intoxicating.
“Hold on to something,” he instructed between gritted teeth.
She grasped the edge and held on as he let loose. The sound of skin slapping skin erupted in the room, as did the heady scent of coupling. Her fingers dug in for traction as he slammed home over and over. Her tits swung, her nipples were hard as rocks, and her sex gripped him tightly as he surged in and withdrew only to piston even faster and more aggressive than the last stroke.
He grasped her hair and fisted the strands as her body rocked forward and back. The give from the trampoline-type mattress caused extra friction, and she came, screaming and arching as the intense orgasm overtook her.
Her sexy pirate came a moment later. Her body shook, and she dropped to the bed, sated and boneless. He dropped as well but managed to keep himself up on one arm so she didn’t bear the brunt of his full weight. She wouldn’t have minded one bit had he collapsed over her, but she did enjoy the sensation of him along her legs and buttocks as his cock softened.
He arose from behind her and, by the bounce of the bed, left.
Ah, the condom disposal.
She rolled over and folded her arms under her head and enjoyed the perfection of the moment. A breeze from the fan on the other side of the room, where the roof wasn’t glass, wafted across her skin. Something dark blew over her nose, tickling it. Reaching up, she tried to move the hairs and felt mask where only wig should be.
Shit! The long locks had become ensnared with the mask, leaving both cock-eyed. No matter how she tried to straighten the mess while keeping it in place, the task proved futile. She’d felt his hand against her scalp but hadn’t realized what he’d been doing, which was grabbing her hair, or wig in this case. Sitting up, she snatched the wig and dangling mask off just as her pirate returned. She squeaked and tried to jam everything back in place. She’d wanted to stay anonymous, as they’d never see each other again. Yeah, he, of course, had been privy to her eyes and jawline, but nothing else.
“Hold on a minute, my wig…” she’d started to explain when she caught sight of her pirate.
As in really caught sight.
“Mick?”
Chapter Eighteen
In her moment of shock and confusion she forgot she was still butt-ass naked as her jaw dropped open.
“What… How… I…” Rational thoughts eluded her as he nakedly stalked her way He settled in front of her, and right about then she caught the direction his gaze took. They’d locked on her bared breasts before slowly rising to meet her eyes. She snatched the fur coverlet up to cover herself.
“Let me explain everything before you decide you hate me. Promise?”
Hell, she was so confused she didn’t know whether to hate, laugh, or cry, so she nodded in agreement.
“We’ve been friends for a long time, right?”
She nodded again, but certain things rushed back to memory, like the pirate shirt he wore. A preferred clubbing shirt for Mick. The mention back at the party of wanting to talk and thinking he was trying to disguise his voice.
“And we’ve shared lots of our lives together, even going as far
back as when we were kids.”
She nodded, still not sure where he headed with all this.
“I doubt you remember, but years ago, during one of our summers by the lake, we were dared to kiss,” he stated.
She didn’t nod. She froze. Her heart slowed and hands went clammy.
“We were young and green and, well, I puked and ruined the moment. But Heather, though I ruined our moment, I never forgot. Your taste. The way you leaned into me or how your hair smelled like apples. Oh I’ve tried to forget. At first because I was young, stupid, and mortified. Then because you were dating one joker or another. You’ve no idea how badly I wanted to pulverize the assholes pawing over you. But you seemed happy, and I didn’t want to be a selfish jerk.”
Again she remained silent and still. She’d promised not to judge until he’d said his piece; plus, his sitting there nude in front of her caused a serious distraction. She couldn’t seem to stop herself from stealing peeks, though she was still angry and hurt.
“Next thing I knew we were partners in business, and I feared fucking that up all to hell if I came clean. Thing is, Heather, I want you. I’ve always wanted you. More than just as a friend or partner. I want to be your other. The one you seek out first when good things or bad hit. The one whose body you curl around on cold winter nights. The one you laugh with and tell your dreams too. I want to be that person, Heather.” He stared at her, and a lump formed in her throat. He wanted her to say something, and at the moment her mind was too muddled to form anything coherent.
“Life kept throwing curveballs at me each time I drummed up the nerve to tell you how I felt. So, after a few too many beers, I texted you.” He paused and again locked his gaze with hers. “Honestly, I’d thought I’d deleted it. Prayed in my drunken stupor I hadn’t hit Send.”
The lump in her throat suddenly dropped deep in her gut.
“When you responded, I pretended I’d sent it to the wrong number. In truth I’m not sure what I’d hoped would happen. I swear to you, I never intended for things to take the turn they did.” He scrubbed his hands through his hair. “It’s just, well, one thing led to another, and at the time, the texting seemed the perfect way to be with you without chancing our friendship or business relationship.”
