by Violet Paige
Seventeen
Bruin
Jillian was moaning exactly how much fun she was having as I bounced her on my thick, swollen cock on the edge of the bed as fresh beach air wafted in through the open door of the cozy little hut we had been fucking in for the past half-hour.
Sunlight was filtering in through open-air windows, leaving us in just enough shade to see each other and be out of the hot Caribbean sun. Her legs were behind me, heels digging into the sheets as she thrust herself forward each time I thrust up. The way her hair got in her eyes when she was flustered like this made her look even more beautiful in a messy comfortable way.
The feeling of her ass on my thighs as I helped her slide up and down my shaft made me forget all my worries. I hated that I’d gone all this time without recognizing Jillian for who she really was and what she was really capable of. And damn, she was capable of a lot.
I felt the tension in my body welling up as she squealed with another orgasm, and I felt my shaft get slicker again, her body pulsing around me. She had her arms around my neck, hands draped behind me, and as she came, I pulled her in to kiss me.
Her hand grabbed the back of my head, fingers playing with my hair as I bucked up harder and harder until I couldn’t hold myself back anymore, and my thrusts got less regular and more wild, more uncontrolled, and I reached behind her to grab her hair as I released myself.
She gasped as she arched her back and I pulled on her hair, keeping her back just tight enough to remind her how much control I had on her even as she rode on top of me. My seed filled her up and ran down my shaft to my balls, our natural wetness mixing together and spilling carelessly.
When my cock had emptied itself, I broke the kiss, smiling at Jillian and stroking her hair while she just sat there on my cock, rocking back and forth gently to make sure she had every bit of seed she could get from me.
“You know,” I said, running my fingers through her hair and smiling into those eyes that I was always lost in, “I’ve never felt like I was getting this much of a...I’m not sure if ‘workout’ is the right word.”
“Oh, come on,” she laughed, kissing my neck playfully. I turned my head up to let her, groaning, but I smiled.
“No, I mean it. I’ve been exhausted before, but with you, it feels different somehow. I don’t know how to put it.”
“The great Bruin Kincaid at a loss for words?” she said with raised eyebrows. “Now that’s surprising.”
I gave her a slap on the ass for that as I laughed, and I helped her slide off of me before standing up.
We were on Sandy Cay, one of the Berry Islands, and the second one of them we’d visited so far. There wasn’t a lot of civilization out here, in the strict sense, and that was just what I’d hoped I’d get with her. Most of the islands were privately owned, and it just so happened that one of the islands was owned by a friend of mine who owed me a favor. I’d called him up last night to call it in and have the island house for the day. The day before that, we’d just dropped anchor near an uninhabited one and enjoyed some of the best fish you could get in the Caribbean while exploring the ship.
The little hut we were using for some of the best sex I’ve ever had was not the house, of course. The real house was further inland, relatively speaking, and it was as lavish as you’d expect a private island home to be. We’d spent most of the day touring the place, sampling imported liquors, and flirting with each other around the natural paradise of the island before we couldn’t stand it anymore and ran off to this hut.
With an open-air view of the crystal-clear waters and pearly-white sands and the beginning of the sunset, it seemed like this hut had been put here for exactly this purpose.
Sighing contentedly, Jillian stepped naked over to the closet and picked out a green silk robe.
“You look almost as good in that as you do with nothing at all on,” I added as I laid back on the bed, totally naked myself.
Jillian laughed at me and picked out a gunmetal-gray robe for me, tossing it to me. Places like these tended to have everything you could possibly want, and that was intentional.
“I’d say the same, but I don’t think the crew would appreciate the view,” she teased.
“They won’t bother us,” I explained as I slipped it on and followed her path to the doorway. “They stick to the ship and have strict orders.”
“There could always be other billionaires lazing around the Caribbean on week-long cruises,” she said playfully, nearly skipping out the door and sinking into the soft sand.
I followed her, then crouched a little to feign sneaking before I ran up behind her and swept her off her feet, scooping her up in my arms.
She giggled and threw her arms around me to meet the kisses I peppered her with as I walked us out toward the beach, where a towel waited for us. I’d left it there while Jillian freshened up earlier, hoping to watch the sunset with her, and it looked like I wasn’t going to be disappointed.
As I set her down, and watched her get comfortable on it, though, it struck me how odd it was I was having that thought. Watching the sunset with someone? What was getting into me?
The weirdness of it couldn’t last long, though. Seeing her smile brightly up at me as she made room for me to sit by her made my heart flutter in a way I wasn’t used to. It had been just half of the full week, but the sight of that happy face pushed any worries away.
Well, all but one.
It was easy to lose myself in the thrill of finally having Jillian, the fresh delight of being able to savor someone I never thought I’d want to have. But part of me had almost been expecting her to turn cold, sober up, and treat this like a transaction before long. Instead, I was seeing that same kind of blushing smile in her face that I felt in mine.
And that made my mind drift to Santa Barbara with a pang of guilt.
“So, what’s on the menu tomorrow?” she asked as I sat down beside her.
“Besides you?” I answered, making her blush. “Well, that depends. We have four full days left, then the trip home, which will take up the last day. What do you think about snorkeling?”
She seemed to perk up at that. “Ohh, I’ve never been, but it sounds like fun.”
“I know a spot on the coast of Andros Island, biggest island in the Bahamas,” I said with a smile. “If you take a liking to it, we can spend a couple days there. The day after that, though, I have a reservation at a restaurant in Nassau that you’ll never forget, but we’ll go over some of the possible sights on the boat tonight and let you pick your favorite.
She shook her head, leaning into me and beaming at the sparkling waters. “I never thought I’d be in a place in life to have all those options.”
And which one are you planning to tell her about your situation? I asked myself as I stared out at the sea.
“What’s wrong?” she asked me, noticing my silence. I gave my head a little shake.
“Oh, it’s…” I wanted to say ‘nothing’ badly. Just brush it off until later. But I knew better than that. That was what I did when I was in a bad place. Freshman year of college, I just kept blowing things off until later, and later became never. I lost touch with Jeff because I put it off over and over again.
Jillian tilted her head, her pretty face looking confused. I couldn’t blow off this conversation. She was worth more than that.
“Jill, I want to level with you,” I confessed, turning and leaning on my knees. “I’m not... I mean, I don’t want this to be—”
“Bruin,” she said, a confused smile on her face, “I joke about feeling like you’re a pirate running off with me, but I’m having a great time.”
“I know,” I said, “it’s better than I could have expected, and I’m not surprised often. That’s why I want to be completely honest with you before we go any further.”
Her brows furrowed, and she listened attentively.
“My home is in Santa Barbara,” I explained. “I mean, I have homes other places, but that’s where my heart is.”
“Does it mean something special to you?” she asked.
“More than you know,” I replied with a grin that vanished quickly. “It’s special to me, but for more reasons than you think. When I say my heart is there, I don’t just mean it like that. A piece of me is there.” I took a deep breath, looked Jillian straight in the eye, and spoke. “Santa Barbara is where my daughter is.”
Her jaw dropped. “Your daughter?”
“Emma,” I said with a smile. “Emma Kincaid. She turned three this year.” I shook my head, staring out at the water. “You can have all the money in the world, but nothing prepares you for fatherhood. Especially when it’s a surprise.”
“A father?” Jillian repeated, now staring at the water too. She looked at me, suddenly terrified. “Does that mean you’re married? Oh God. Are you married?”
I wanted to quickly calm the panic. “No. I’m not married. I’d never do that to you. I’d never have brought you on the Mirabella.” I shook my head, smiling sadly. “No, it was an old relationship. I never knew she was pregnant after a one-night stand, and nine months later,” I retold the story, taking a deep breath as I pushed through an explanation I hadn’t had to make in a long time. “I got a call from her.”
“She came back?”
“No. The call I got was from an attorney. She...she passed. Drunk driver. She had been out with friends. I had no idea she didn’t have any other family. Hell, I didn’t know anything about her. I was the next closest person Emma could go to.”
“Oh my God, Bruin.”
Jillian put a hand on mine. I looked over at her, searching her face. I had been worried she would be horrified or look down on me in some way, but I didn’t see any of that in her face.
“So, that’s that,” I said simply.
“I had no idea,” she said, shaking her head and sitting back.
“I know,” I paused. “That’s why I wanted to tell you now instead of later. In case…” I frowned, shaking my head. This wasn’t like me. Why did I feel like I could be vulnerable around Jillian after so little time? But it felt wrong to just clam up now and act like my usual self. “I don’t want there to be any nasty surprises between us, whatever. No matter how much fun we’re having.”
“Bruin, I’d never think that a ‘nasty’ anything,” she said with a faint laugh. “I’m just surprised because I never really thought of you as a father.”
“Right?” I laughed. “I’m still getting used to it. Bruin Kincaid, software developing billionaire, international adventurer, and daddy. I’m not exactly the type to wear one of those strap-on baby harnesses.”
Jillian giggled at that, and she leaned over to kiss me on the cheek, and that turned into a soft kiss on the lips. “I don’t know. I think I could see it.”
We stared into each other’s eyes for a few long moments, and I felt a kind of relief wash over me I’d never felt before. I’d been worried about sharing that all with Jillian, but she didn’t just accept the news, she seemed to like it. The look she gave me was new, too, almost like she was sizing me up.
There was something about it that made me feel proud in a masculine, primal way. Her gaze turned lidded, and I felt my cock swelling under the silk again.
She knew what was coming when I leaned over her and kissed her. She fumbled with the knot around her waist, but I pushed her hands out of the way and undid it in a second before I let my own slide off my shoulders.
“Bruin, we’re in public,” she whispered, a laughing smile on her face.
“Naked for the whole world to see,” I remarked in a low tone as I pressed myself down on her. “Hell, let someone see.”
I slipped one hand behind her head to cradle it as I pressed a kiss to her lips, and my other hand went down to her pussy. It was still wet and slick with the mess both of us had made a few minutes ago.
“Still ready,” I said in a husky whisper.
“For you, I’ve always been ready,” she whispered back, and that primal force within me energized my whole body.
I slid myself into her in a single thrust, and she let out a gasp that filled the whole beach before getting lost in the crashing waves behind us. The sun was setting, and it lit up her dark hair with a glossy sheen. Every little thing I noticed about her made me harder by the second until I was as stiff as the first time I’d gotten to thrust into her.
This time, though, there was something more to it. I bent down over her as she looked up at me with a needy, lidded gaze, breathing through her mouth as she panted for me. I rocked back and forth within her, feeling my every pulse against her insides, getting to know every detail of her pussy.
I kissed her deeply, our tongues exploring each other, darting in and out as I sucked on her lip, she bit at mine, and I tasted hers. When our kiss broke, I looked into her eyes as I started thrusting into her. I felt her hands go to my sides, feeling my hardened muscles, counting the ripples in my rock-hard body.
Her hands explored me, soft palms taking in my sculpted form like I took in the feeling of her pussy, the tastes of her breasts, the softness of her lips. We weren’t just fucking, we were fascinated with each other. It was like we were discovering something totally new that had been right in front of us all our lives.
I started to buck faster, wanting to make her come, to feel her back arch and her body tense up and shake. When I brought Jillian on board on this ridiculous little ride I planned, I was hungry for her body. I’d wanted to devour everything she had to offer, to unwind that stern professional and see what she was capable of. Now that I knew, what I felt was so much more.
And God, it was so much better.
I felt comfortable around Jillian in a way I’d never felt comfortable around anyone. Was that the lust talking? Was it just the swarm of endorphins swimming through my head as I felt the need to release in her build up after countless minutes of bucking into her, wrapping her legs around me this way and that, reveling in everything she was?
Whatever it was, I loved it. I wanted to make her feel good the way I felt good, and the way she ran her fingernails down from my back to my sides made me feel like she wanted the same thing. I gripped her ass and pulled her up into me, leaving so little of her body on the ground as I pumped my hips back and forth, listening to her soft whimpers--they weren’t the gasps of the girl she’d once been when I met her, but of the woman she’d become, drinking in everything I had to offer. I grew fiercer and fiercer until I felt her legs start to shake with the exertion, and as she screamed out in delight, I felt her flood my cock with her fluids. Gently, I set her ass back down on the poor, abused towel, still not relenting in my rhythm.
I bent my head down to her ear and whispered as I thrust into her.
“Jill.” She opened her eyes wearily, worn out from the battering I was giving her. I held her head up at the neck as I looked down at her, heart swelling. “Your eyes. God, Jill, I want to keep you here forever so I can always see the sunset playing in those eyes.”
“Keep me,” she gasped in a ragged voice.
“Maybe I just will,” I growled, and I thrust into her harder and faster than ever until I lost control of myself. My balls grew tight, my cock twitched, and I released whatever I had left in me as the orgasm shot through my body, leaving me paralyzed in her for so long I lost track of time before my powerful body slumped beside her, drops of my seed spilling onto her hips as we lay together.
I stared into her eyes as we panted there on the beach, sun setting and painting the sky purple. We didn’t say anything for a long time. Our eyes did the talking for us.
I had no idea what was going to happen at the end of this week. But at that moment, I didn’t care.
Eighteen
Jillian
I was lying on the bed in a terrycloth robe, my hair a mess of tangles. I was exhausted, my body aching from head to toe. But it was the happy kind of tired. The kind that comes from a long week of sunshine, sea salt, and mind-blowing sex. Next to me, Bruin lay peacefully. His strong arm was draped over
me, keeping me close, as though he was afraid I might disappear into thin air if he let me go for even a second. It was adorable.
His gorgeous blue eyes were closed, his kissable lips slightly parted as he breathed deeply. I could tell he was seconds from sleep. There was something so irresistible about him this way. Calm. Quiet. But with that inner strength still thrumming underneath his skin. I could feel the heat radiating off of him. I snuggled closer, nuzzling my nose against his. He smiled, his eyes opening just enough to look at me. Even though we were drifting on the Atlantic, the waves outside were nothing compared to the deep blue sea of his eyes. He hugged me close and kissed my forehead gently.
“God, you’re beautiful,” he said softly.
“No, I’m not,” I answered.
It was a gut reaction. I got compliments from people often enough, but never from someone like Bruin. It was usually some slimy guy at a bar or some taxi driver shouting at me from his car. Those “compliments” I could deal with. I would roll my eyes, turn away. Sometimes say thank you, usually with varying degrees of sarcasm. But with Bruin, it felt too genuine. Too honest. And it made me blush.
“You are. The most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen,” he argued.
“Stop,” I laughed, looking away. “I don’t know how to react to how nice you’re being.”
“You could just say thank you,” Bruin suggested, raising an eyebrow. He looked amused.
“Yeah, I guess. I don’t know. It’s weird,” I began, and then stopped myself. He sat up, looking interested suddenly. He began stroking my hair back away from my face as I looked up at him. He cocked his head to one side.
“What’s weird?” he asked.
I shook my head. “Nothing. Don’t worry about it. I don’t know what I’m saying.”
“No, you can’t backtrack now. Tell me what you’re thinking. Whatever it is. I want to know, Jillian,” he pressed. I sighed and sat up, still too bashful to look him in the eye.
