“What were you saying, matey?” he whispered through nibbling teeth at her ear.
Jackie giggled as she tried to pry his hands free. “Aye, aye.”
His embrace tightened. “Aye, aye, who?”
“Skipper,” she said, her voice breathy and soft.
Brandon released her, and she spun around to kiss him.
His mouth was ready and hungry, but she was hungrier. With her fingers laced through his hair, she pulled him close. His roughened lips against hers heightened her skin’s sensitivity. Every cell in her body was awake and tingling. She thrust her tongue into his mouth, and he returned her strokes by sucking on her lower lip. Just like on the dance floor, their moves syncopated precisely. The throbbing between her legs intensified. She wanted all of that attention on her nether lips too. Time to move the game forward.
Jackie pulled apart his shirt at the collar, ripping off buttons, which pinged on the floor. She shoved him down onto the piles of sails as he pulled her onto him. Straddling his waist and gripping his upper arms, Jackie leaned forward over his chest like a cat pinning its prey. Even with layers of clothes, his hard cock fit perfectly between her legs. She ground into him in slow, firm circles while studying his perfectly chiseled chest and abs.
Would he taste as good as he smelled? Starting in the middle of his chest, she began her quest. With long licks, she tasted every square inch of exposed flesh from his sternum to his chin. His salty skin, moist from the demands of dancing, excited her senses. Changing up the pace, she inserted soft kisses, then nibbles, bites, and rough sucks of his flesh. The man might end up battle scarred if he didn’t begin to fight back.
Her nibbles at one of his nipples elicited from Brandon a sharp intake of breath followed by a low moan. A little pain mixed with pleasure excited him too. Grinding harder into his swollen bulge, she turned her attention to his other nipple, this time sucking hard before treating him to a tender bite.
He drove his hips into her. “Keep going,” he begged.
Doubt flickered through Jackie’s mind. Who was this man writhing and moaning underneath her? He looked exquisitely the part of a playboy. Charm oozed from every pore. Lies probably slid off his tongue, justified by the instant pleasure they brought. She knew the games the players played too well. He would never be her type. She would never be his. But could enjoying a few hours with him be so wrong when he felt so right against her body?
In the split second of her hesitation, Brandon bucked his hips and flipped her over, only to press his entire body against her. Every inch of him tensed. Her body ached for him.
“Did you think I was going to let you have all the fun?” The moonlight pouring in from behind him cast his face in a dark shadow, yet his gleaming smile flashed like a lightning bolt.
Jackie followed his strong jawline with her finger. “No one is going to have any fun if you keep your clothes on all night.”
He ran his tongue along her ear and then said in a raspy voice, “What are you waiting for?”
Jackie squirmed out from beneath him. “Sit.”
He obeyed without hesitation, but his impish grin suggested that he questioned her authority.
She slipped her hands under Brandon’s shirt to feel his chest. Warm, smooth skin across hard muscles met her flat palms. She glided her hands up and kneaded his shoulders. His moans pushed her sense of urgency to see him naked. She slid down one sleeve of his shirt, then the other, leaving him bare-chested. He offered no resistance. Tonight, she held the winning ticket to the lottery. Her racing heart and shallow breaths left her dizzy with anticipation.
His strong chest muscles transitioned to a well-defined set of abs. His jeans rode low on his hips, the waistband of white cotton boxers peeking out. Jackie unbuttoned his jeans and slowly pulled the zipper down. His hard cock strained against his boxers. She paused.
Time always stood still in that moment before seeing someone naked for the first time. Would he look any less perfect without those faded jeans that were worn so thin in the ass and knees that the denim was white and frayed?
Without need of instruction, Brandon lifted his hips just enough for Jackie to pull his jeans and boxers down, leaving him completely exposed. Even though summer had just started, his skin was already a light, weathered bronze except for the ivory section where his swimsuit would be. Against the white sails, his body gleamed in the moonlight.
A work of art.
All hers.
All night.
His dick stood at rigid attention. Its size did more than simply impress her; it made her wet with desire. Would she be able to wrap her hand around its substantial girth? Her core pulsed with blood rushing to her pussy. How he would fill her up!
Where to begin? Jackie considered the many palatable options. A smile crept over her face, as she recalled how fine his ass looked in those faded jeans. “Roll over,” she commanded.
Brandon opened his mouth to speak, but Jackie covered it with her hand. “Roll over, I said.”
He complied.
His ass was perfect. The strong upper back flexed broadly, then tapered to a taut waist tucked into the inward curve of his spine. Just above the dimples on his ass, the color of his skin changed from creamy white to sun-drenched bronze. Muscular, rounded, and with indentations on the side, Brandon’s behind rivaled that of a Michelangelo statue.
“You have a truly spectacular ass,” Jackie declared in appreciation of the physical specimen in front of her.
“Uh, thanks?” Brandon’s voice pitched higher than normal.
“I’m not some butt-fetish person, don’t worry.” Jackie giggled. “You have a great body. And, I have to admit, I like a good butt on a man.”
Jackie finally gave in to a nightlong of urgings and pressed the heels of her hand into the indents on the side of Brandon’s ass. She grabbed on and squeezed, then gave his irresistible behind one quick slap that left a pink tinge on his butt cheek.
“Ouch!” Brandon protested, yet remained still.
“Sorry, I just couldn’t resist. It wasn’t that hard, was it?” Jackie asked sheepishly.
Brandon rolled over and pulled Jackie down onto him. “No, it wasn’t that hard. But my cock is. You’re driving me crazy.”
* * * *
The time for games and teasing was over. Brandon tugged Jackie up to a standing position so he could get her dress off. Hastily, he pulled it over her head and let it drop next to him into a dark pool among the white sails. Without pause, he slid his hands into the sides of her underpants to slip them down her thighs. With a wiggle, Jackie helped his efforts. She deftly stepped out of the panties and stood utterly, deliciously naked in front of him.
He ran his hands slowly up and down her body from thighs to breasts, her cool and silky skin quivering under his touch. She’d closed her eyes and let her head tip back as if inviting him to take all of her in. He planned on it.
Her full breasts fit perfectly in his hands. It was as if her body was made for him. Letting the weight of her rest in his hands, he circled around her areolae with his thumbs. Her nipples contracted.
He reached one arm around to her ass and pulled her tight against him. With his other hand, he rolled her hardened nipple between his thumb and index finger. A shudder ran through her body. Applying steady pressure, he pinched. A soft groan escaped her parted lips.
He leaned down and took one of the taut peaks into his mouth. With light suckles, he circled her hard cherry with his tongue. Increasing the pressure and adding in grazes with his teeth brought forth a gasp. He considered stopping and asking if she was okay, but her death grip on his ass told him she wanted all of this and more.
She’d get it tonight. His hold on her round, muscular ass kept her firmly against him as he pressed his throbbing hard-on against her hip. Still gorging on her luscious breasts, Brandon felt her hand on his cock. She adroitly slid him between her legs and began sliding her slick slit along his length.
“Brandon, I want you inside me. Now.”
So engorged he thought he might explode any moment, he held her against him. At this level of arousal, he wouldn’t last long inside her. And he wanted more of her first. He stared into her upturned face, illuminated by the moonlight to a creamy white. Her limpid eyes pulled him in. “There’s only one thing I’d rather have right now,” he said.
Her body stiffened. “What’s wrong?”
He kissed her softly, barely touching his lips to hers. “Nothing. Lie back.”
She complied without hesitation.
He positioned her atop the foot-high ledge where the sails lay folded. Kneeling in front of her, he gently spread her legs apart. The gritty floor might chew up his kneecaps by the time he was done, but he was willing to pay the price to enjoy Jackie’s glorious body.
Gently rubbing her inner thighs with the backs of his fingers, he watched her face. “You are extraordinary.”
She gave him a smile so open he never wanted to forget it. Everything about her seemed genuine, from her perfectly round and natural breasts to the triangle of luxuriant dark hair covering her mound. No wax job to turn her into a prepubescent. And no jewels applied in butterfly or flower outlines. Just 100 percent woman, the way he loved it.
Unable to resist, he ran his fingers up through her pubic hair and cupped her mound lightly. Kneading her gently, he gazed into her eyes. “I want all of you tonight, Jackie. Will you give yourself to me?”
Darkness passed over her face, but she smiled and said, “My body is all yours.”
Her body. She’d give him that, but was she hiding something or holding back a part of her? Since when did he start looking for more than just a great fuck?
Jackie nudged his chin with her foot. He looked up to see the sultriest smile. She licked her lips and said, “Was that not the answer you were looking for? Or do you need some instructions about where you should put your mouth next?”
Instructions he didn’t need; a reality check he desperately required. Tonight was simply about great sex, and he would give it to her. He pressed the heel of his palm between her legs. “Am I getting close?”
“Mm-hmm.”
Keeping pressure on her pussy, he slid his tongue along the inside of her thigh, moving from knee up and back again. Her spicy scent of cinnamon smelled stronger between her legs. He longed to taste her. His entire body surged with electricity, being this close to her. More than anything, he wanted to bury his face in her.
Patience. She deserves it.
He spread her pussy lips open and slid one finger along her opening. Wet. Soaking wet. Fuck-me-now wet. His balls tightened, and his cock ached.
Soon.
He leaned into her, taking in that strong smell so uniquely Jackie. He ran his mouth over her outer lips, barely touching her.
She trembled. Her voice breathy, she said, “You’re getting warmer.”
Warmer?
Fuck, fire engulfed him.
He gave her a long lick the length of her slit. A sweet spice mingled with her tangy taste. She moved her hips in circles, and he rewarded her with another lick as long and eager as the first taste of an ice-cream cone. He moved from one side to the other, licking long, slow, and steady. Lost in the smell, taste, and satiny feel of her sex, he hooked his arm under her legs to bring her close to him.
“Brandon. More.” Her breathy entreaties turned his rock-hard dick into a rod of steel. He wanted her to beg. Not to torture her but to take her to the edge of desire. When he pushed her past that brink, the most exquisite pleasure would be hers.
His pace and technique stayed the same, but after only a few more of his long, tantalizing laps, she grabbed what must have been handfuls of his hair and yanked his face closer yet to her. “Please, I’m begging. More.”
A groan escaped him while he was working his tongue up to her clit. Her sensitive skin vibrated with the rumble from his voice. He began his orgasm offensive with short, side-to-side flicks of his tongue above her clit, and then he circled her button, getting as close as possible without actually touching her.
Her tugs on his head became frantic while she bucked her pelvis into him. He rubbed his rough lips against her clit, kissing, licking, and sucking in a frenzy second only to hers.
A spasm coursed through her pussy, making her practically jump in his mouth. She cried out, “Yes!” and pushed his head away. He looked between her legs at the feast he’d just enjoyed and saw her lips throbbing rhythmically. She jerked her legs toward her, jolting him up toward her.
“Kiss me,” she demanded.
“My pleasure.” What a woman had landed in his arms for the night. He took one last lick of his lips to taste her sweet juice and then pressed his mouth onto hers.
* * * *
A piquant yet sweet flavor spread through Jackie’s mouth. Her own taste. She’d had her share of oral sex, some better than others, but nothing like what just happened. What
had
happened? Begging wasn’t her style, yet it took her to a place she’d only read about in chick magazines. That orgasm topped anything she’d experienced before.
Despite her overwhelming sense of satisfaction, Jackie’s slippery sex ached for Brandon and demanded that he be in her now. Another moment was too long to wait. She pulled him up onto her. His cock filled the space between her thighs. “Now. I need you.”
He lifted slightly from her. “I’m right there, babe. Birth-control status?”
She’d been off the pill for over a year since she’d broken up with her boyfriend. Had her sex life been that desolate? “Do you have a condom?” she asked.
“In my jeans. By your left hand.”
Jackie groped for the jeans. A stash of condoms filled the front pocket. She pulled out a long string of them. “Optimistic, eh?”
“Wanna bet we go through all of them tonight?” He gave her a devilish grin.
Five rubbers in one night? The thought of that impressive feat sent a rush of blood between her legs. Whether they went through one or five, after that head, everything would be icing on the cake. Nonetheless, she couldn’t resist engaging him. “What do I get if I win?”
“I think it’s a win-win all around.” He held on to one of her breasts and then sucked on the nipple.