Bring the Heat

by Margot Radcliffe

  So she raised her arm and tapped at her smartwatch.

  “What are you doing?” he asked, his eyes narrowed as he dropped kisses down her abdomen to her mound.

  “Setting my timer for an hour so I know how long to keep you down there,” she said, scrolling to sixty minutes on her clock.

  A corner of his mouth quirked as he opened her up to his gaze, his thumbs running down the insides of her folds. “You’re going to regret that, Molly,” he told her, “when you’re begging for me to be inside you. I’m going make you come so many times you’re going to forget your name before you get what you really want.”

  And then he went about her destruction. His tongue found her center, applying one slow, wide-tongued lick before moving downward to lap up what getting him off had inspired in her, the sounds lewd and dirty and giving her fits of heat as she bucked against his mouth. He pushed one long finger inside her and she whimpered as he twirled it around, centering on that delicate rough patch and brushing over it relentlessly. Her breath was coming fast and sharp interspersed with moans of pleasure as he added another finger as his tongue played everywhere except where she wanted it most.

  Her first orgasm hit her like a freight train; the months of celibacy and the old yearning for him that she’d neglected over the years, the memory of his touch coupled with the new reality, it all came at her at once. She shook against his mouth and he hummed his pleasure at it but kept going without much pause except his care in helping her ride through it.

  His breath hot on her, he caught her eyes. “One.”

  And then he continued to work, his teeth grazing an already overly sensitive nub, as she squirmed against his mouth, which only made things worse. The contact intensified, his tongue stiffening to spear inside her, fucking her just as indecently without his cock even though she was desperate for it just like he’d warned. One of his hands sat at the top of her slit, not moving, but just placed there, the fingers pressing into her flesh as if he was claiming that part of her as his and his alone, protecting it against anyone else who might show up on this boat and try to take it.

  His lips closed over her in one blinding suck and she gasped her climax, shuddering as he slowly licked her down from the edge, already wrung out with pleasure.

  “Two,” he murmured, diving back in, drinking her from her entrance, then traveling all the way to the top of her, leaving no millimeter unchecked.

  By the time he sent her into her third orgasm, she couldn’t stop shivering against him, overcome by sensation, her body empty of thought and purpose except to roll along with the bliss he was doling out.

  “Please, Oliver,” she whispered, the words coming out broken and soft. She cleared her throat and tried again. “Have some mercy.”

  His head rose from where he’d been slowly licking up and down the sides of her inner lips. “What’s the time?”

  She groaned but, hoping she could end this, looked at her watch. “It’s been one hundred and seventy-three hours since you started this.”

  Oliver’s head lifted and his grin was so devious. “So I’ve made my point?”

  “I never knew what your point was, but probably?” she got out, still breathing erratically.

  He levered up over her in one smooth and athletic motion until they were face-to-face. His jaw and chin were a mess, but he didn’t seem to care at all, wiping her away with a couple swipes of his hand before also putting his wet fingers in his mouth and licking them clean. Christ, and she thought she couldn’t come again. Then his lips met hers in a hot kiss, messy and raw and on the edge. Despite his nonchalant attitude, he was just as crazy as she was.

  “My point was that when your captain gives you an order, it’s best to follow it.”

  He reached out to the nightstand and grabbed a box of condoms, sliding one on in record time.

  When he was poised at her entrance, the fat head notched against her already pulsing muscles, he said, “I’ve been waiting a long fucking time for this.”

  And then he was inside her; one demanding shove and he was buried to the hilt. It wasn’t easy despite how ready she was and it wasn’t as if she could be more ready—that work was done. But her back arched as she stretched to accommodate him. His hand came up to palm her breasts, plucking at her hard nipples as he started to move, slowly and then more quickly.

  The sounds he made, the deep, unconscious grunts as he bottomed out, flared through her veins. She just loved seeing him lose control, had missed what he looked like the first time when she’d been behind him, but now she saw every flicker of sensation flit across his face along with intense concentration, the straining muscles of his arms as he supported himself. She ran a hand over the bulge of his biceps, feeling the sweat of exertion and the strength there as the muscles vibrated under the pressure of his weight and forward momentum. When she clenched him inside her, his teeth gritted and he ground against her, just on the precipice of insanity.

  The hand on her breast moved down and played with her clit, lightly brushing over it before finding purchase and stroking rhythmically until she came again with a shout pulled from her gut, a release so strong for a quick second she actually wondered if she was passing out. At the very least, she’d lost a lot of oxygen to her brain, because the ability to think was gone.

  “Fuck,” he groaned, bucking wildly against her until he stiffened, his back a straight line as he let himself go.

  Breathing hard, he eventually lowered himself down to her, foreheads touching. “Molly?”

  When she caught her own breath, her hands falling limply to the bed, she managed, “Yeah?”

  “Nothing. I was just making sure I was alive.”

  CHAPTER FIVE

  OLIVER WOKE UP and felt Molly in bed next to him, smelled the light citrus of her shampoo, and couldn’t help his smile as he stretched an arm above his head. Last night had been the best night on record and he had a whole month to repeat it; how could he not be happy about that? The hold his parents had on his life was already melting away. The vise of anxiety that had been gripping his insides for years was finally letting up and it was euphoric. If he could be 100 percent certain that they wouldn’t use Molly as a tool to get him back in the business, that would certainly be better, but for now it was enough to be free. This was, after all, even better than what he’d anticipated it would feel like.

  He felt Molly stir against his chest and ran a hand through her hair until her eyelids slowly fluttered open and he was greeted to sleepy brown eyes.

  He leaned down to capture her mouth in a soft kiss, and she felt lazy and warm as she nuzzled into him, like a kitten waking up from a nap. When he pulled away, he smiled down at her. “Hello.”

  A soft smile appeared on her lips as she met his eyes. “Good morning.”

  “The best morning,” he amended, letting his hand drift down her bare back. At her shiver his inner self gave a responding ripple of satisfaction. She was so responsive, and they were so in tune. It felt like a dream he never wanted to wake from.

  A faint blush stained her cheeks at his words and the fact that he was caressing the crest of her buttocks, even though, God knew, they’d been extremely intimate last night. He couldn’t believe that there’d be something she’d be shy about now.

  “What am I going to do with you, Molly?” he asked, running a thumb back up the delicate notches on her spine. It was an idle question, but one that had a different meaning to him than the way he said it. He didn’t know yet what he was going to do with her or how he would protect her if his parents found out she meant something to him. He could always marry her—then it would be too late for them to do anything besides blow hot air—but the mere mention of that so soon would send Molly jumping overboard to get away from him. “We only have each other on this boat—how will we ever fill the time?”

  She shook her head at him, dropping a kiss on the middle of his chest as h
er hand moved downward over his abdomen. “I’m sure we’ll be able to find something, though it might be hard.” She smiled as she gently palmed his erection.

  He shook his head and laughed.

  “I’m learning how to be corny from you.” She grinned, then let his hard length go as she climbed over his lap, straddling his hips as she looked down at him. He might as well have been dead and in heaven, that’s how fucking sexy she looked on top of him, her hair in delicious tangles, her eyes still drowsy with sleep and her pale skin flushed. “First question before we sail this vessel out into the clear blue sea today, did you bring enough condoms or do we need to make a special provisioning trip?”

  “Good news for you that I’m always prepared. I put more on the list yesterday so there’s a jumbo pack sitting in my bathroom drawer as we speak.”

  “A jumbo pack, you say?” Molly’s eyes looked skeptical. “What if we get stranded? I don’t know if it will be enough.”

  Locking eyes with her, he reached out a hand to the nightstand to grab his phone and as he typed, his gaze didn’t waver from her. Setting the phone back on the stand, he braced his hands on her hips. “More are on the way.”

  A corner of her mouth quirked. “You’re a boss that gets what he wants.”

  His hands slid back to cup her ass cheeks, giving them a squeeze. “And I’m your captain, too,” he reminded, his voice playfully stern, “so why don’t you hop off me and get that jumbo pack so we can start this voyage off right.”

  When Molly just stared at him, playfully put out that he was giving her orders, he sat up so he could meet her eye to eye, nipping at her mouth. “You didn’t seem to have this much of a problem with authority last night.”

  As Molly’s mouth fell open, he moved her off his lap even though he really loved her being there, and took his time walking to the bathroom himself, knowing she liked to look. Which was good because he was happy to give her all the free shows she wanted. He already wanted to give her everything she wanted.

  He grabbed the entire box from the cabinet and returned to his room, stopping in his tracks as he saw Molly on the bed, still kneeling with her legs spread, wetness glistening at her center.

  Fuck, he should have bought this yacht years ago.

  “I’m happy to see you’ve decided to make up for defying my explicit orders,” he told her, tossing the box, minus the one condom in his hand, on the bedside table. She held his gaze before her eyes slid down to his thick, waiting cock, and she swallowed, eyes fluttering back up to his.

  “You didn’t ask me nicely,” she scolded mildly, as he ripped open the condom. “If you’d said, ‘Molly, could you please grab the condoms from the bathroom so I can wake you up with an epic fuck,’ I would have gladly gotten the condoms for you.”

  Then she got down on all fours, turning her head to look back at him standing dumbly by the bed, open condom in hand. “Now you’re going to have to do all the work.”

  Getting himself together, ripping his eyes from the ripe ass just a foot away from him, he shook his head before heading over to the other side of the bed and lying down just as he’d done before he’d left to get the box. She stared at him in disbelief as he stretched out, hands propping up his head as he waited for her to straddle him again.

  He couldn’t wait to take her from behind, but he was interested in what Molly might do, enjoyed pressing her buttons, pushing her into a corner to see how she’d attack the problem. He just plain loved watching her mind work and if that extended to some silly games and harmless power struggles, he was all for it.

  “Is this worth proving your point?” she asked, shuffling over until she was kneeling beside him.

  In answer, he rolled the condom down his erect length, the contact making him suck in a breath of air.

  Molly watched him, eyes hooded—he’d discovered she loved it when he touched his dick. Then a corner of her mouth quirked and his eyes widened as her hand came off her thigh, caressing upward as she found the center of her body, her middle finger disappearing into her folds.

  After stroking a few times, he raised an eyebrow at her. He thought about taking the condom off and reciprocating, but instead he angled his body so he had a better view of her core and left his gaze there, riveted on that disappearing finger.

  A whimper of pleasure escaped her and the muscles of his abdomen tensed, his whole body wound tight as he sat in witness to one of his favorite fantasies. On some of his lonelier nights, he’d gotten off to memories of her more times than he could count and this was just so insanely much better. The scent of their fucking from last night still lingered in the air and now it was in his nose again, firing up nerve endings and kinky corners of his brain he’d yet to explore with her. There wasn’t a fetish, a position, a time of day or odd place he wouldn’t explore with Molly.

  “How many times do I need to say please, Molly, so you’ll sit on me and let me do the work for you?”

  Gasping in a breath, Molly fluttered her eyes open, then he watched below again as her hand moved underneath her and she speared two fingers inside herself. The soft suction sound as she carefully pushed them in and out of her had him nearly coming, his hips jerking off the bed as it was.

  “Molly,” he growled. “I’m saying please.”

  Another whimper as her hips began rolling faster against her own fingers.

  He took himself in hand, ready to pull off the condom so he could join her because the rips of pure heat arrowing to his cock could not be denied. Sucking in a breath at the contact, he gritted out, “Molly, I’m begging you, please.”

  He saw three fingers disappear inside her and with a growl, he jackknifed up with the intention of pulling her on top of him, but then she opened her eyes, the look in them so hot and molten that he stuttered.

  “Please, Molly,” he choked, “I need to come and if I take this condom off we’ll have wasted one of our precious supply for no reason.”

  He heard the wet sound of her fingers exiting her body and his hips jerked in response.

  “You’re right,” she said, her eyes meeting his as her voice came out an octave lower than normal. “That would be terribly irresponsible of us.”

  Oliver reached out and brought her mouth to his as she pushed him back onto the bed, rising over him like a bird of prey, and he was so totally fine with being eaten.

  “Recklessly irresponsible,” he confirmed, his hand going back to gripping her ass like he’d done before, more firmly this time because she wasn’t getting away from him again.

  Then she stuck one of her fingers into her mouth, slowly licking around it before pulling it out, and he thought he might literally die from unspent orgasm.

  With a warning growl, he lifted her up and centered her on his waiting cock, loving her gasp of surprise that turned to a moan of pleasure as she sank down onto him.

  She leaned down to catch his mouth, and he tasted her delicious self so he sucked on her tongue, stealing all of that sweet tangy taste for himself. He started to move her on him, reveled in her intake of breath against his lips.

  “You went hard last night and I think I overshot when I climbed on you earlier,” she murmured in explanation for driving him nuts. “I was just making sure I was ready for you.”

  Then bracing on his chest, she lifted off him and started to move.

  But her words pissed him off, too, and he brought a thumb to her clit, loving that she shivered as he did it. “I’ll always make sure you’re ready, Molly,” he gritted out, trying not to be annoyed that she wouldn’t think so. “This is a game. A hot, sexy fucking game I never want to stop, but you being comfortable with everything we do together is always my first goddamn concern.”

  “I know,” she breathed. “That’s not what I meant.”

  “It sounds like it’s what you meant,” he told her, bucking underneath her, her wetness sliding onto the skin of his ab
domen. She was the hottest thing he’d ever encountered and even after an entire night of having her he was still too damn close to going off after such a short period of time.

  She shook her head. “No, I was supposed to be doing all the work.”

  Oliver grinned, his fingers flexing against the plump mounds of her ass cheeks, guiding her as she rode him.

  “Feeling you get wet all over my fingers is never work, Molly,” he said, levering up so they were face-to-face. “That’s a gift I’m always happy to get.”

  Then he picked up the rest of her fingers and sucked each one from knuckle to tip, his tongue swirling and tasting every bit of her until Molly was driving against him at a furious pace.

  Drawing a nipple into his mouth as his thumb slid over her clit, he could tell she was close to coming apart and he loved watching it, seeing each of her features twitch and scrunch, her mouth open, breathing hard, waiting for the final release. It felt almost religious to witness her lose herself in the moment and to him.

  But all too soon it was too much. Watching her move, her perfect handful-size tits bouncing with each movement, the furrow in her brow, he just wanted to watch her forever. A tightening started in his lower back and he knew he was close, his muscles tensing up as she moved over him faster, her breath quickening as he pushed her along, too wound up and close to wait much longer. They slammed into each other, his fingers finding her clit again and helping her catapult over the edge, her soft breath a warm whisper on his neck as she slumped forward. He let her recover, her hands curling against his chest.

  “Keep going,” she finally whispered, jiggling her hips. “I know you need to.”

  He took her lips then, desperate and deep and a little dangerous as a result of her directing him to take his own pleasure.

  Then he lifted her off him and back to where she’d been on her hands and knees, climbing off the bed so he could stand on the floor behind her. She raised an eyebrow at him, but he shrugged. “Always a good idea.”