Captain

by Katherine Rhodes

  I fucking loved it.

  Allen kissed me and petted my soaked folds, gently bringing me down from the height. Once I started to regain myself, I turned into him, never breaking the kiss, not wanting him to withdraw his hand. I wanted to savor this. No one had done anything like this to me ever, and it was magnificent.

  His hand finally did leave me, but the kiss was harder to break. Allen was the one who finally started to pull back, but he pulled me even closer. I felt his erection pressing against my stomach and it was long. Very, very long… “Didn’t expect that, did you?” he teased.

  “No,” I answered. “Your fingers. Jesus.” Leaning in close, I spoke quietly. “That dirty talk was incredible.”

  “I hoped you’d like it,” Allen answered, dropping his head to my neck and pressing kisses there. “There are women who fear sex.”

  “I am starting to think that I’m not one of them.”

  “Good, because I’m going to make you come so many times tonight that you’ll need a wheelchair to get around tomorrow.”

  “Can you keep that promise?”

  My breast was suddenly covered with his hand as he plumped it softly, somehow managing to pinch my hard nipples at the same time. “I plan to.”

  “I want your mouth on my tits. Take me inside and undress me.”

  “Ooh, a little fire in your soul.”

  “You turned me to liquid heat. Now, please, Allen. Take me inside, and make me scream your name again.”

  He quirked an eyebrow at me. “Forgive me for being forward, but as I just had my hand in your pussy, I think you’ll be able to. I remember seeing a very naughty little number in your luggage last night. There wasn’t much to it. Why don’t you go put that on so I can leave you in it for a while?”

  “Only if you promise to peel me out of it, too.”

  “Oh, I plan to. You’ll sleep with me tonight. Naked.”

  He smiled at me. I was a little afraid at that moment. I felt a little bit of me fall in love.

  Chapter 5

  The door clicked shut, and Allen pushed me against the wall. He possessed my mouth and raked my bikini top off my body as I pulled his shirt open and yanked it off his body. Wrapping my arms around him, I threaded my fingers through his tousled hair and pulled him closer, trying to deepen our kiss.

  His hands were wrapped around my breasts and he was pinching my nipples in that marvelous way he had. I moaned into his mouth.

  “Bedroom?” he mumbled.

  “Good idea,” I answered. I grabbed his hand and stepped away from him, dragging him toward the stairs. His hand was on my hip as we hit the stairs and halfway up, the bottom of my bikini was gone. Allen grabbed my ass and squeezed, and I nearly tripped as desire ripped through me. I kept going; we’d done it on the rug earlier in the week and I still had the rug burn on my knees. Allen wasn’t letting go of my hip or ass, but there was no way this was happening anywhere but on the bed.

  I almost made it all the way before he overtook me. Pulling me to a stop just at the edge of the bed, he wrapped his arms around me and enfolded my breasts in his hands again.

  “You’re still wearing clothes,” I hissed at him. “No clothes in the bedroom. Remember the rule?”

  “Good rule,” he said. “Go ahead, get them off me.”

  Groping a bit, I found the button on his shorts and managed to get it released, dropping the zipper. It was quite the trick to get that far; he kept on playing with my nipples, tugging on them, sending sex-clenching lightning through me. I found the waist of his pants despite his best efforts to throw me off track, and dropped them off his hips.

  Bastard was commando again. I gripped his hard and lengthening cock and pumped my hand up and down a few times. He felt heavy and wonderful, even as he still pinched and pulled my nipples.

  Reaching back further, I found his sac and palmed him, rolling him in my hand as the other traveled up and down his magnificent erection.

  “Ah, fuck,” Allen growled. He let go of my breasts and pressed me forward to lean on the bed. “You win. I want this right now. I need to taste you.”

  There was no chance for me to beg or protest; Allen was on his knees behind me, and I felt his tongue tracing along the outer lips of my sex. His arms wrapped around my thighs and his finger found my pulsing clit.

  I wanted him so much. I wasn’t long for this. Not with his tongue and fingers working their magic. Allen hummed while he worked his magic, licking and sucking his way around my soaked entrance. The hum vibrated through my pussy, into my very bones, and I could feel my legs shaking and stiffening.

  “Shit, shit.” I grabbed the bed covers and held on. There was no stopping him now. “Allen, Christ! Yes!”

  He slid two fingers into my now-slicked tunnel and pumped hard. He licked around the edges of my entrance, still humming. Finding the second tender, aching spot deep inside me, he pressed, and pinched my clit. I was grateful for the bed; dropping my head into the covers, I screamed his name as the orgasm rolled up from pussy into my spine and out to my quaking, shivering arms and legs. “Fuck!”

  Allen wasn’t stopping. He stood and left his two fingers in me, continuing his delicious torture. He leaned down and whispered in my ear, “Don’t move. We’re not done.”

  “I certainly fucking hope not,” I answered, breathless.

  He withdrew his fingers and a moment later I heard the foil rip on a packet. Allen was back against me in the next moment, and he rested the tip of his blunt head against my entrance. I turned and looked at him. “Fuck me, Allen. Fast. Hard, come on.”

  “Dirty minx,” he praised. His hands grabbed my hips and in one hard, swift moved, he buried himself balls-deep in my sex.

  “Allen!” I screamed, the speed taking me by surprise.

  “I could do this to you all day, every day,” he growled, grinding his hips into me. He held on and after a slow withdrawal, slammed back in again, hitting the top of my tunnel. “You’re hot and wet and my cock fits so well in your pussy.”

  “Go, Allen. Move,” I demanded.

  He complied, moving hard and fast between my legs. Allen ran a hand down my back and trailed it down the crack of my ass, dusting over my back entrance as he had so many times in the past five days. It made me shudder and groan at the lightning it sent through me.

  Allen found a steady pace that delighted both of us. “God, Lin. You look amazing bent over this bed taking my cock.” He ran his finger over my ass again. “Has anyone been back here?”

  “N…no,” I shuddered from his touch.

  “I want to.” It was more demand than suggestion. I hesitated; I didn’t think I was ready for something like that, but Allen went on. “Not fuck you there,” he panted. “Not my thing. But you tremble when I touch you and I like it.” He ran his finger there again. “I want to play.”

  Allen slammed into me. I was barely able to consider what he had said; his thrusting dick took away my ability to think on a real level. He wanted to play at my ass; everything else he had played with and teased had driven me mad thus far. I knew I was sensitive there. I couldn’t even being to imagine what he would do to me if I let him in there. But I wanted to find out.

  “I’m your playground, Allen,” I breathed. “I can’t think like this—do what you want.”

  “Oh, God, cheri,” he hissed. “Fuck, yes, thank you.”

  Allen’s finger was more insistent as it fluttered over my anus. I squealed and pressed back against him. His fingers dragged some of my wet silk up to my dark entrance and I squealed again as I felt his little finger tracing the rim of my opening.

  My whole body hummed, telling me I had made the right decision.

  Without warning, the tip of his pinkie slipped into the tight ring, and I came instantly, screaming and thrashing on the bed and on his dick and at the mercy of that little finger he was teasing me with. I couldn’t breathe, I could barely see and I had to bury my face into the covers so I could really scream.

  Allen loved my reac
tion; he grunted his release as my pussy clenched in hard waves around him. He thrust himself hard inside me, sharing the pleasure between us. As I lay there, face down panting on the bed, his cock still tucked neatly inside me and his finger still caressing my entrance, I felt completely wanton and wholly wonderful. He withdrew his finger, but left everything else as it was and pressed his body to my back, his cheek warm against me.

  “More,” I whispered.

  “We’re not done,” he agreed.

  Allen stepped back and withdrew and I made a sad a little whimpering noise from the loss. He laughed lightly and helped me stand up and turn to face him. He ran his hand over my shoulder to my neck and then down to my breast, pinching the nipple indelicately. I gasped and smiled, discarding the used condom. I stepped closer to him, and he pulled me in to kiss me senseless again.

  A moment later, Allen pushed me back to the bed and slid me up to the pillows. He joined me after grabbing another foil packet. “Round… Um. What round are we on?”

  I laughed. “Uh, total count for the week or today?”

  “You know the week?”

  “Well, let’s see…” I smirked. “I think we’re on round fifty-one.”

  “That’s why we’re on box number five of those things.” He started kissing down my neck towards my breasts, sucking lightly as he went. “I’m glad the room was a discount. I would have run out of sex supplies.”

  “Bargain for me,” I answered, scraping my nails up his back. “I was about to go buy a two-hundred-dollar rabbit.”

  He glanced up at me, a wicked grin on his face. “Oh, cheri, the fun we could have with toys. I would love to ravage your pussy with a dildo.”

  I smiled back. “I wouldn’t mind that at all.” I felt his erection growing against my thigh; I’d never been with a man who had such a short recovery. It was probably why we were fucking like rabbits eight, nine times a day—sometimes more. I wrapped my hand around him and squeezed lightly. He twitched and groaned in my hand, growing harder. I grabbed the foil packet and quickly sheathed his magnificent cock.

  After all these times we’d done it this week, I was surprised I wasn’t chafed and tired. But then again, just being around Allen made me want him. In just these few days, I’d had more sex with him than Bill and I’d had in a year. And by far, the best sex of my life.

  “Someone’s anxious,” he teased.

  “Yeah, I’m not the only one either,” I answered. “Come on. Gimme.”

  He laughed and let me guide him to my entrance again. He rubbed himself up and down my willing sex. “How do you want it, cheri? Fast? Hard? Slow?”

  I walked my hand to one of his peaked nipples and ran a finger over it. “You’re the captain of this vessel, sir. Your word goes.” I really didn’t care what he did as long as he did it. I loved it all.

  “We’ve been so frantic these last few times,” he answered. “Let’s take this one a little slower.” And true to his word, his erection slid in just a little at a time, filling me so I could feel each inch of him. I couldn’t help but arch my back and spread my legs wider to welcome him home. He hovered above me, drawing himself in and out of me with calculated slow motions. The feeling of him, the careful movement, was like nothing else we had done yet.

  “Grab your legs, cheri, hold them back and out for me,” he commanded. I obeyed.

  Without a pause, he adjusted his position and a moment later, the only connection between us was his cock as he moved in and out of my channel. It was nearly an orgasmic experience alone, but to have that thick shaft taking possession of me, again and again, to his root and back again was doing things to my entire body and most of my mind. All I could do was feel and breathe.

  “Someone likes this,” he whispered.

  “Holy shit,” I answered.

  “I’m not going to touch you.” Allen locked eyes with me. “I want to see you touch yourself.”

  God, what this man did to me. I didn’t want to lose the illusion of our connection, so letting my leg fall out to the side, I moved my hand to my own sex. I realized in that instant, this was the first time I was visiting myself since I left Bill. And this time, I was going to enjoy it as I never had before.

  I was shocked at how wet I was as I snaked my hand down between my legs. His slow assault never varied, and as I found the throbbing bundle of nerves, I was amazed at his talent in keeping us from touching each other. I dusted over my clit and the effect was amazing. I shivered at my own touch coupled with his penetrations. The effect was so much a mind fuck that I reveled in it, and enjoyed everything I could take from him.

  I was good at my own stimulation, and it was only a few minutes—too quick—that I was nearing a mind-bending climax. My legs were trembling, both the one to the side and the one I was still holding. I closed my eyes and the urge to come grew even stronger. I wanted to; I needed to. There was no stopping me.

  What I didn’t count on was Allen finding my nipple while my eyes were closed and biting it. But he did, and once again the orgasm ripped through me, leaving me screaming and shaking in its wake.

  I was so consumed I barely felt him drop onto me from his own consuming climax. I panted and whimpered, letting my leg go and feeling it flop down. My whole body trembled with aftershocks and took its time winding down and coming back to reality. I just lay there, with Allen, resting and sated.

  I wrapped my leg around him as he found my nipple and suckled at it like it was the most delicate dessert he’d ever been graced with. There was no teasing; his intention was not to wind me up again. He just want to feast on my breasts. And watching him there, eyes closed in concentration, lips caressing me, his tongue darting out to lick and his teeth nipping at the hard bud, I wanted to never go home. I wanted this vacation to last the rest of my life.

  Chapter 6

  I sipped the appletini, not even caring that it was ten a.m. and I was in an airport lounge. There was some desperation in the act; I wanted to hang onto this week forever.

  Allen had found me that morning on the patio, staring out at the Pitons in the morning light. I had packed my bag the night before, and I was just waiting for the desk to call and let me know the airport bus was there.

  “You look so sad, cheri, what’s wrong?”

  “I don’t want to go.”

  He laughed. “Neither do I!”

  “Allen…”

  He turned me to face him. “Glenda. We talked about this last night. I have no intention of getting on that plane and forgetting you.”

  “I just find that hard to believe.”

  “Why?”

  “Because everything that happened was just such a fluke.”

  Allen wrapped his arms around me and pulled me in close. “I swear to you. This is not a fluke. If we stayed her any longer, and kept talking the way we were all week—and jumping each other at every opportunity—I might accidentally slip those three words out. That alone should tell you I’m not letting this go.”

  “How can this even work?” I sighed. “You live in Atlanta. I’m in Denver. I can’t uproot myself—the company would flounder, and I love what I do. You have your kids, and…”

  “Can’t you trust me on this?” He kissed my forehead. “This isn’t the end, it’s the beginning. Life is adventure, and I think I’d like to do my exploring with you.”

  “I don’t even know what you do for a living! You could be like… Dexter for all I know.”

  He laughed hard. “I’m not Dexter. I haven’t fired a gun since I got out of the service.”

  “Allen!”

  “Look, Lin. Please trust me. I want this work. I just want to get back home and we’ll figure all of it out. I’m not letting the most amazing woman I’ve ever met slip out of my bed and disappear. I have your number, I have your address. We will work this out.”

  “I fucking hope so,” I sighed. “I’m going to have to upgrade all my toys.”

  “Do that,” he said. “I want to use them on you.”

  “Stop
.”

  “Why? I want you to think dirty thoughts about me.”

  “I’m going to do dirty deeds because of you.”

  “Good. Let me know when. I want to watch.”

  Right to the end, he was teasing me. We’d even managed a quickie that morning before the bus got there. My reasoning: I was never going to get this again so take advantage. His reasoning: use up the last condom.

  I liked his better.

  The appletini was adequate. It was heavy on the apple and light on the tini, but what was I going to do? I wasn’t sitting in the resort anymore. I watched the passengers filter though, catching sight of Bill as he walked with Steve toward the plane. Irene and Tanya trailed behind.

  Fab. On the same flight. Maybe I could trade with Tanya so I didn’t have to sit with him.

  Flight crews rolled by. More passengers. Hewanorra was a tiny airport, and it surprised me that I didn’t see Allen in the crowd. His flight was leaving about the same time as mine, but he had to take care of something, again, before he left.

  I tossed back the rest of the appletini. I didn’t want to think about leaving him just a few hours earlier.

  The intercom seemed to mumble that our flight was going to start boarding, so I grabbed my carry-on and rolled for the gate. Everything seem so surreal. I’d had a vacation that I’d never dreamed I would, and now I had to go back to real life without the guy who had made it so much fun.

  I sighed to myself. I guess I just had to admit that in between the amazing sex, we’d gotten to know each other. Just as he’d said, a few more days like that and I’d have uttered Those Three Words.

  The gate was waiting for me, and just as I was about to walk up to wait to be called for boarding, one of the flight attendants walked up to me. “Miss Parsons?”

  “Yes?”

  “Could you follow me?” She gestured for me to follow.

  Great. Frisk and disassemble my luggage. Real life before I even get to the gate.

  I followed, and she walked up to the ticket desk. I held out my boarding pass and my passport. She took both, scanned the passport and scribbled something on the pass. After handing them back to me, she motioned to the door. “Go ahead, you can get on board.”