Pitbull: He plays hard on the field...He plays harder off it. (12 page)

"Jesus," I said, swimming to the rear of the boat and grabbing the ladder. "Are you okay? Where the fuck did you go?"

Emily watched me with amusement as I climbed aboard, the water from my clothes joining the water from hers in a puddle at our feet.

"I went under the boat," she said, "I just got a bit disoriented."

I grabbed the cup she offered me and drank the contents in one long swig. Champagne had never tasted so good as it did mixed with drips of river water from my face, and I realised that I'd never really liked the stuff anyway. I was glad that a case of beer was tucked away in the cabin.

"I'll get us a towel each," I said, heading for the stairs in the wheel house. "Start taking your wet clothes off."

"Really," said Emily, "you expect me to fall for that?"

"If you don't want to catch a cold, yes," I said, rummaging through the under seat storage. I found two towels and a pile of old clothes. "I've got a hoody and some shorts you can wear."

"Just put them at the top of the stairs, and don't look," said Emily, her footsteps vibrating through the hull, as she entered the wheelhouse.

It was too late, I was already half way up the staircase and my head was emerging into daylight. "Wow," I said, under my breath.

Wow
was an understatement. Emily stood above me, completely naked, her arms moving to cover her tits as she saw me. "Don't look!" she shouted, her legs closing in an attempt to hide the short auburn hairs between her legs.

"I can't look away," I said, with complete honesty. "You're beautiful, Emily."

Memories of the hotel room burst into my mind. Emily screaming my name, her pussy tight around my cock and her fingers tugging at her erect nipples.

I had to have her again. Blood flooded my groin and my cock stiffened.

"Come down here," I said, offering her my hand.

Chapter Nineteen

~Emily~

Whether it was the champagne playing games with my brain, or the fact that ever since I'd slept with Jack, I couldn't erase the memory of his body from my mind, I didn't know. What I
did
know is that my hand was moving towards his as he asked me to go downstairs with him.

Everything moved in slow motion apart from the lust that was building inside me at an alarming rate. I'd known ever since he'd made an appearance in my office and ripped Peter Cross from on top of me, that I had to sleep with him again. That I
would
sleep with him again. I'd never imagined it would be on a river boat though.

The simple fact was that I didn't care anymore. A letter had arrived in the post the day before, offering me the job in Germany, and I was going to accept it.

There was nothing to lose, and I was a girl who jumped at opportunities. The opportunity of being impaled on Jack's dick once more was tempting. It was more than
just
tempting — it was pussy clenching, nipple hardening, stomach flipping tempting.

My hand touched his, sending shivers along my arm which weren't due to the fact I was dripping with cold river water. He stared at me, his eyes shining blue and a mischievous smile dancing across his lips.

"Come on," he urged, beginning to pull me down the stairs with him. "Let me dry you off."

I followed him in a trance like state. My heart told me I was doing the right thing, but my brain argued incessantly, until I flicked the switch I liked to call the
shut-the-fuck-up-and-let-me-have-some-fun
switch. Almost instantly my heart ruled the roost, and it was my heart that controlled the nether regions of my body — and they were going wild.

My nipples were painfully hard, and my pussy sent an urgent message that it needed Jack's cock in it once more. It was quite apparent by the slipperiness on my inner thighs, that it was preparing itself well for what was about to happen.

I lowered my head to pass beneath the low beam that separated the upper deck from the cabin below, and gazed around the small space.

It was cosy. That was the word I'd have used if Megan had asked me to describe it. Cosy and nice.

Jack released my hand and turned on a small heater which blew warm air into the cabin, and grabbed a towel from the bed which ran along the length of one wall.

"Let me dry you," he said, opening the towel and wrapping it around my shoulders.

I let him rub the fluffy fabric over my body, even spreading my legs for him as he bent down to do the parts of my body below the waist. I felt safe and cared for, and as Jack tossed the wet towel aside and stripped his own wet clothes off, I felt like I was a part of something that I hadn't been a part of when I'd first stepped foot on the boat. I felt like I belonged in that small cabin with Jack.

I picked up a dry towel from the impeccably folded pile. "My turn," I said kneeling in front of him, my face directly in front of his growing cock. "Sorry," he said, "I can't help it. It's got a mind of its own."

"I'm flattered," I said, tilting my head to look up at his face. "Don't apologise."

I
was
flattered, and there was absolutely
no
need for apologies.
None at all
. His cock was a thing of beauty, and I made sure my hand rubbed against it as I towelled him dry, enjoying the stifled sounds of pleasure he made as my skin touched his hard flesh.

The last of the moisture removed from his hard body, I threw the towel aside, and with no thoughts about what I was doing, I took a firm grip of his cock and placed a gentle kiss on the tip.

Jack moaned a soft sound, and placed his hand on the back of my head, his fingers twisting into my damp hair and his dick pulsating as I squeezed it.

I looked into his eyes and opened my mouth, taking his wide head onto my tongue, enjoying the taste of water and the masculine muskiness of his pre-cum which oozed from the widening slit.

My mouth opened wider and I swallowed him, feeling throbs of passion against the roof of my mouth as his cock reacted to my playful tongue.

His erection filled my mouth and slid further into my throat as my saliva lubricated him and my lips became accustomed to the stretching at the corners.

I moved a hand between my legs and found my entrance, already wet and widening in anticipation of the large dick in my mouth.

Jack dug his fingers into my head and I allowed myself to be pushed further onto his shaft, the salty taste of his growing excitement lining my taste buds and urging me on to suck harder and lick faster. I moved my hand from between my legs and traced the chiselled shapes of his abdominals, running a finger upwards to move over the tattoos on his chest.

I could feel his urgency in my mouth and I knew it wouldn't be long before he had to have me, had to put himself inside me, and I wanted nothing more.

Chapter Twenty

Jack

Emily's wet hair felt good in my hand, and I pushed her face further onto my dick, wanting to be as far inside her as I could get.

Her tongue moved with fast swipes that rolled along my shaft and over my head, as she moved me in and out of her mouth, bringing me ever closer to coming.

I needed to be between her legs. When she'd put her own hand between her thighs and brought it up to my chest, sticky with her lubrication, I'd almost emptied myself down her throat.

I grabbed her wrist and brought her wet fingers to my mouth, tasting her femininity as she rolled them over my tongue, and sucked my cock harder.

"Stand up," I said, using her hair to lever her from my cock. "I have to fuck you."

"I thought you'd never ask," said Emily, her lips wet with spit and the pre-cum that was spilling from my dick.

"I didn't ask," I said with a grin, gripping her under her armpit and bringing her to a standing position in front of me. "I said, I have to fuck you."

"How do you want me, big boy?" Emily teased, running a finger along my throbbing erection. "Bent over? Legs in the air? Me on top?"

My God she was hot. Hot, sexy, and dirty — everything a woman should be.

"On your back," I said, gesturing at the bed. "Let's go old school."

Emily kept a hand on my cock as she walked to the bed, dragging me behind her. The boat rocked from side to side as we moved, and Emily giggled. "I've never done it on a boat before," she said.

"There's a first time for everything," I said, pulling her legs apart as she sank into the mattress. The small triangle of golden red hair above her pussy gave way to her wet slit, the lips puffy with excitement and her erect clit visible under its hood.

Emily's big tits wobbled as she moved herself into position, and her nipples looked painfully hard.

I lowered my head to her chest and sucked a nipple between my teeth, hearing her gasp as I nibbled it gently.

Her hands played in my hair as I rolled my tongue over her, tasting the remnants of the river water and feeling her grinding her arse against the bed.

I could take no more, and stood up, pulling her to the edge of the bed, her cunt wet and ready and her eyes shining with lust.

"I haven't got a condom," I said, stroking my erection and hoping it wouldn't matter.

"This boat is getting less safe by the minute," smiled Emily, "no life jackets, and now no condoms." She placed her hands between her legs, and with long fingers she opened herself up for me. "It's okay," she said, "I'm on the pill. Just fuck me, Jack."

With a desire so intense that I almost came as I felt the burning heat of her pussy on my glans, I pushed into her, feeling her tighten around me, and watching her eyes roll into her head.

She gasped as I bottomed out, my balls pressed firmly against her and my cock throbbing. Her hands found my arse and her nails dug deep, willing me to move. With a long slow stroke, I moved out of her until only my swollen head lay nestled in her outer lips. I allowed myself to enjoy the warmth for a moment, before ramming myself deep, relishing her squeals as I began fucking her.

She tossed her head from side to side, screaming my name as my cock hit her deep inside, and in less than a minute she was coming, her tight pussy becoming tighter, teasing me towards my own climax.

As the tell-tale tightening of my balls signalled the rise of my ejaculation, I slumped onto her and pressed my mouth against hers. "I'm going to come," I murmured into her lips.

"Yes," she gasped, her nails digging further into my arse. "Come in me, Jack."

With a groan that echoed in her mouth, I came, my body trembling, and a wetness spreading from deep inside her as my seed flowed into her.

She held me tight against her as I emptied myself, and moved her hands to my head, pulling me close into her face, her tongue dancing in my mouth.

I'd never felt so close to another human being — so close to a woman, as I did to Emily in that moment. It had been more than just sex, and for the first time in my life, I didn't want to let go of the woman who was in my bed.

Chapter Twenty-One

~Emily~

After a few bottles of beer, and a promise from Jack that he'd get me back to my car in time for me to at least try and get to work the following day, we lay next to each other on the small bed, Jacks arm across my chest and my hand encircling his wrist. The sound of water lapping against the hull filled the small cabin, and the rocking motion of the boat, combined with the fact that Jack was next to me, made me feel safe.

As tiredness and sexual satisfaction began to steal me into sleep, Jack spoke, jolting me awake. "It was my fault," he said.

I turned to face him, propping my head up on an elbow. "What was your fault?" I said, stroking a strand of hair from his eyes.

"My mother," he said, "I told her I'd save her, and I couldn't."

"Tell me about it," I said, my psychologist's mind sensing an important revelation.

His Adam's apple bobbed in his throat as he swallowed, and he closed his eyes, the dim ceiling light illuminating the hard edges of his face in a soft yellow glow. "She got ill," he said, "cancer. Just as I'd signed my first contract with a professional club, in the north of England. I was earning good money, real money. Far more than my mum and dad had ever earned, and I was only eighteen."

"Go on," I said, placing my hand on his shoulder, the mention of cancer bringing memories of my own mother's death flooding back.

"The doctors said there was nothing they could do, she was going to die, but I told her that was rubbish. I told her that I'd pay for the best treatment money could buy. I told her she'd get better."

"And she didn't."

He shook his head and a tear ran down his cheek, which I wiped with the back of a finger. "No," he said, "she didn't. I tried everything, I even tried to get a doctor to come over from America, but he wouldn't, and all the time I kept telling her it would be okay. I kept telling her she'd live. I lied to her."

"No you didn't," I said, wiping away another of his tears. "You thought you could help her, Jack. You were a teenager, you were losing your mum, you made yourself believe that she would live."