Pure Pleasure (5 page)

My fingertips pressed into the wood to help steady me as his thick cock filled me. A final thrust deep into my pussy pushed a moan from my mouth.

“Oh Jesus,” I said on a jagged breath. “Oh God. Ky. That is so…so…” Words failed me as his hands gripped my waist and he pulled almost all the way out of me and then pushed back in. “
Incredible
,” was the best I could manage, and even that word didn’t do this particular pleasure justice.

His long, full strokes drove me wild. I arched my back and again lifted my ass a little higher. I watched him over my bare shoulder, his intensity and passion stamped across his chiseled face and flashing in his eyes. He was being much gentler with me than I think his dark desire demanded. I wiggled my ass against his pelvis to encourage him.

Through clenched teeth, he said, “It’s a bit snug in here, babe. I don’t want to hurt you.”

“You’re not,” I assured him, my tone breathless. The feel of him deep in my cunt was the most amazing rush I’d ever experienced. I didn’t want him treating me so delicately. I said, “I love how assertive you are. And that you’re sure of yourself. You don’t hold back when you’re kissing me. Don’t do it now.”

He gave a slight shake of his head, but then I squeezed his cock with my inner muscles and he groaned as he thrust harder into me.

“Oh, yes,” I said, deliriously happy. “Like that. Just like that.”

He didn’t need detailed instructions. This guy had already proved he knew what he was doing. But I understood, given our difference in size, how he worried he’d hurt me. That was the furthest thing from my mind. He couldn’t experience exactly what I felt, and it was anything but pain. In fact, as he let his natural instinct take over and he fucked me harder and faster, coherent thought slipped my mind.

Strands of my hair teased a nipple as my low ponytail fell over one shoulder. I continued to watch Ky over the other shoulder, loving how the moonlight and the soft glow of the few globes that were lit in the cabin illuminated his eyes, now dark with desire. Lust and something indefinable radiated from the brilliant blue pools, captivating me. His jaw was set and his breath was as scarce as mine as he hammered into me, jolting my body and turning me on even more. I trembled from the intensity of his lovemaking and the powerful sensations building within me again.

I was about to come when he pulled out of me and wrapped an arm around my waist to help me straighten. I suspected he did it on purpose, to bring me back down before he pushed me over the top again.

He turned me to face him, clasped my waist and hoisted me up so I sat on the edge of the credenza. He spread my legs wide, hooking his strong forearms under the backs of my knees. Thrusting into me, he created all-new sensations to add to the list of other sizzling emotions running rampant through my body.

I planted my hands behind me to brace myself as he fucked me. My head fell back on my shoulders and unfamiliar moans of arousal and excitement spilled forth from my parted lips.

He lifted one of my legs higher, resting the crook of it against his shoulder as he leaned toward me, his hips picking up a quick tempo that had him pistoning into me. He held me close with one hand at the small of my back as the other cupped my breast and squeezed again in that not so delicate way that lit me up brighter than a slot machine with a winning combination.

He pushed me right to the edge. Then he kissed me, hard and demanding and possessive, and I lost it completely. I tore my mouth from his just as a firestorm roared through my body and I screamed his name, no longer giving a damn if the entire marina heard me.

His pace slowed, but his intensity remained. He eased my leg from his shoulder and, still inside me, palmed my ass cheeks and lifted me up. I quickly wrapped my arms around his neck and my legs around his hips. He walked us over to the sofa and slowly worked his way down to a cushion, with my help as my knees on either side of him braced us.

He leaned against the back of the couch with me straddling him and my palms splayed across his hard pectoral muscles. His hands moved to my hips and he guided me to rise slightly off his lap as his own hips bucked and he fucked me with fast, forceful strokes that propelled me right back into sensory overload.

I felt another orgasm swell within me and I dropped my head to his shoulder. “My God, you are so good. You hit all the right spots and with the just the right pressure. I love how you feel inside me.”

He kissed the top of my head and said, “You have no idea how much I want to give you.”

I wasn’t sure what that meant, but in sexual terms, I got the gist.

His rapid speed slowed and he pushed my hips down, until he was deep within me and I was riding his cock in a more languid, sensual rhythm. His arms wrapped around me as I slid one hand to his back, pressing my palm to his shoulder blade. My other hand rested on his chest, my head still on his shoulder. He cradled me in a warm and tight embrace as we moved together. Though he’d changed the sex from pleasure-filled fucking to emotionally tender lovemaking, it was still just as thrilling. Just as stimulating. Just as sexy.

More so, to tell the truth.

His lips brushed my temple and then he whispered in my ear, “You’re sensational.”

Peculiar feelings rose within me, equally stirring and arousing. I was cresting another tsunami-type wave that would, I now knew from experience, leave me breathless and tingling all over. But I wanted him to come with me.

“Is this good for you?” I asked of our position and pace.

“Oh Christ. You have no idea.” His arms tightened around me. “I thought kissing you was mind-blowing. This is… I don’t know. Heaven?”

I laughed softly. “Right here on earth.”

His fingers stroked my spine as the sensations inside me reached a near crescendo.

“You feel amazing,” he murmured against my hair.

“Ky,” I whispered, though my mind suddenly went blank. Only one thought pushed through my passion-induced haze. “I’m going to come again.”

He thrust up into me in his aggressive way and it was all I needed to hit another high note. I let out a long, lusty moan as the wave crashed over me. I clung to him, my face buried in the crook of his neck as my pussy contracted around his cock.

“Oh, yeah,” he groaned. “Squeeze me tight, sweetheart.”

I continued to do so and felt his body quiver and then quake as he came. He said my name on a tattered breath as his cock pulsed inside me, keeping my own arousal in high gear.

We held each other for several minutes, neither one of us moving or speaking. It was a comfortable silence filled with that same electricity we’d generated from the moment we’d met.

And that’s when the panic crept around the fringes of my delirium…

Chapter Three

Could I be falling for a guy I’d only met that very morning? Was it possible?

Prudent, certainly not. He lived in Texas and was constantly on the go with an off-road racing team.
But possible
?

Lifting my head from his shoulder, I found him gazing fixedly at me. His grin was that one-cornered lazy one, and in his eyes I saw a mixture of tenderness and dark passion, those contradictory emotions that continued to stir something inside me, and which gave me the answer I’d been searching for—
yes
. Yes, I could fall for a guy I’d only known for one eventful day and several hours into one sinful night.

Mystery solved there, I had to pose another question to myself—was this wise?

I suspected the smart thing to do was climb off the hunky mechanic, gather up my clothes and return to my hotel room. Alone. If I was already drowning in bliss, wouldn’t I get trapped in the undertow if I stayed any longer?

Breaking the powerful connection between us was inevitable. It wasn’t as though we were going to see each other again, right? We lived in two completely different worlds and had completely different interests.

Yes, he did make my pulse race and my heart soar. The things he did to my body were sensual and erotic. And what he did to my soul… Well, that was a problem unto itself, because I felt the very distinct desire for intimacy with this man that went far beyond the physical variety.

I could see us staying huddled on the couch awhile longer, with him still inside me and his arms still around me, as we talked about anything and everything that popped into our heads.

And that would just make things worse in the long run.

So I extracted myself from his warm embrace and stood. I was about to turn away and do exactly as I’d considered—gather my clothes and return to my hotel room—when he took me by the hand and led me deeper into the boat’s enormous cabin, snatching the second condom from the credenza along the way.

Had he known what I was up to and had therefore acted before I could?

Naturally, that notion thrilled me. Despite my previous reservations, I couldn’t deny the prickle of excitement over him not wanting me to leave just yet.

He opened a door and gestured to the room in front of us.

“Master suite and head,” he said.

“‘Head’?” I asked.

“Yeah. Bathroom.” He indicated another door with the sweep of a hand. “At your disposal.”

I smiled, again despite myself, as he sauntered over to the king-size bed. He dropped the condom on the nightstand and pulled back the plush duvet—in the same jewel-toned hue as the sofas—and the crisp white sheets beneath it.

“Which side do you prefer?” he asked.

My stomach flip-flopped, contradicting the apprehension I’d felt previously. “Either is fine.”

I ducked into the head, which was narrow but certainly not lacking in amenities and twenty-four-carat-gold-accented fixtures.

I could see why Ky would take advantage of the sleeping quarters when offered the chance. We were surrounded by pure luxury and secluded in our own private haven.

When I returned to the suite, I felt a natural compulsion to cover myself as best possible with an arm over my chest and one across my stomach. But Ky’s eyes roved my naked body with appreciation flashing in them and his grin widened, chasing away the touch of self-consciousness.

I wasn’t used to parading around naked in front of a man, but with this one admiring me with a wicked glint in his eyes, I didn’t feel the least bit uncomfortable.

He used the facilities as I crawled under the covers. After turning off the lights, he joined me, instantly reaching for me and pulling me to him. He kissed me in the searing, passionate way that caused me to forget everything except him—and how he lit my insides and made my pussy ache for everything he had to offer.

His large hands cupped my breasts and massaged them before toying with the nipples until they were tight and tingly. He dragged his mouth from mine and bent his head to my chest. His tongue swept over a puckered bud, teasing it before he sucked it into his mouth.

Flames of desire flickered along my clit and that hot and restless feeling swelled within me, the heat and achiness consuming me. I clasped one of his hands and directed it between my legs. He changed up the position on me, entwining our fingers so mine brushed over my pussy lips and clit.

His mouth was still on my breast, tonguing my nipple, when he released my fingers and worked two of his into my wet pussy as I continued to rub my clit.

My eyelids fluttered closed as the back of my head hit a plump pillow and a sigh of ecstasy escaped my lips. I lifted my hips as Ky’s fingers stroked me with a fevered pitch that turned my sighs into throaty moans.

He kissed his way up to my neck, where he nibbled seductively before whispering in my ear, “Come for me.”

I practically melted into the mattress. The firestorm returned full force and I let the flames devour me.

Wrapping my arms around his neck, I pressed my body against his, already addicted to the feel of his hard muscles against my softer curves. His skin was hot and his breathing had accelerated right along with mine. His thumb rubbed my clit as his fingers nearly withdrew from me and then plunged back in, pushing deep and eliciting a maelstrom of sensations that whirled deep in my cunt, building strength and velocity.

His lips swept over mine before engaging me in another mind-blowing kiss. His aggressive touch between my legs made my body bow as I tried to get even closer to him. I lost myself in the pleasure he gave me.

Breaking our kiss, he simply murmured, “Come.”

“Ky,” I whispered his name as a sexual euphoria swept over me. I climaxed, not surprisingly, at his command.

His fingers stayed inside me as I savored every second of my orgasm, and I clutched them tightly, not in any particular hurry to feel that empty void that would ensue when he withdrew from me. A minute or so passed, and then I released him and he moved away, picking up the condom from the nightstand and ripping the packet open with his teeth. He was sheathed in a heartbeat and rolled me onto my stomach.

He entered me from behind with a confident thrust that made me bite into one of the many pillows beneath me. I grabbed fistfuls of down as he plunged deep into my pussy and made love to me with quick, assertive strokes.

“That is so good,” I told him in an edgy voice. “You make me want to scream.”

“That might bring hotel security onboard,” he said in a strained tone.

“They’d get one hell of a show.” Another raspy moan fell from my lips. “Oh God, keep doing that. Fuck me hard.”

He seemed as caught up in the intensity of our copulation as I was. His hips jerked forward and back as his cock hammered into me. He wrapped an arm around my waist to hold me steady. By my shoulder, he flattened a palm against the mattress as his chest pressed to my back.

I was burning up from the heat of his skin and the scorching sensations he evoked. But it all felt so wonderful, I didn’t want it to ever end. Ky’s stamina was impressive as he fucked me and, had he not made me come practically the second I’d climbed into bed with him, I wouldn’t have lasted long without another orgasm.

Yet the fiery emotions blazed through me once more with every full thrust, and I knew I’d come again soon.

The arm around my waist loosened and his hand swept over my stomach and down to the apex of my legs. He massaged my clit as he moved inside me, our bodies in perfect sync with each other as I ground my ass against his pelvis while he pushed deep.

He dropped tender kisses on my shoulder and neck. From time to time, he whispered sexy, naughty words in my ear.

When my body began to tremble with the need for another release, I said, “Come with me this time.”

He groaned, low and sexy. “Squeeze my cock.” I did. “Oh yeah. Just like that.”

I squeezed and released, then squeezed harder.

He let out a sharp grunt. “That’s it. Fuck me.”

I worked his cock with my inner muscles as he continued to finger my clit. The frenzy of sensations within me gathered speed and strength until I couldn’t hold them back a second longer. My orgasm was as powerful as all the others before it, and I cried out again. Ky’s body shuddered too, and then he whispered my name in my ear as the shudder turned into convulsing that pushed his cock deeper into me, prolonging my climax.

“Oh Christ.” I gasped. The flurry of vibrant energy coursing through my veins didn’t dim as Ky held me. Our heavy breathing filled the silent room and he nuzzled my neck, his face buried in my hair.

I had no desire to move. I didn’t let the concerns I’d had earlier enter my mind. I’d admitted to myself the difficulty of the situation and the inherent repercussions. I wasn’t inclined to hash them out further, not when I was nestled in a cozy cocoon with Ky. Time, for a little while, stood still.

Unfortunately, I wasn’t able to stay on my cloud forever. Eventually, Ky released me and he shifted on the bed, away from me.

“Did I crush you?” he asked with a self-deprecating laugh as he shoved a hand through his sexily mussed hair.

Rolling onto my hip, I said, “Not at all. I was enjoying all those hard muscles surrounding me and your hands on my body.”

He grinned. “You’re irresistible, what can I say?”

“So why’d you move?”

Another chuckle teased my ears and my senses. He slipped off the bed in a fluid, graceful motion. He headed toward the bathroom, saying over his shoulder, “Don’t go anywhere.”

So he
had
known.

I didn’t move a muscle until he returned. Then I used the restroom and tidied myself up. I returned to the bed and he snuggled next to me, spooning me, his arms around me once again.

He’d been right. This was heaven.

As though his thoughts ran the same direction as mine did, he asked, “Better than the Seattle Four Seasons?”

“This boat is spectacular,” I told him. “The company is even better.”

“Ah, so good for my ego.” His voice was warm and dreamy. “Tell me one place you’d visit in Seattle if money wasn’t an object.”

“I know just the place,” I said without a second thought. “It’s actually inside the Four Seasons. A chocolate shop called Fran’s. Very upscale, as you can imagine. They had free samples when my mother and I were there. The chocolates were small and perfectly molded—a deliciously wrapped present with a tiny heap of sprinkles on top, piled in the center. It was almost a shame to bite into such a pretty, delicate package, but when I did…” I sighed, recalling that very precious moment with my mother when we’d felt spoiled by something as simple as a piece of chocolate.

“My God,” I said, as the memory rushed back to me. “The rich dark-chocolate coating was luxurious. The caramel inside was smooth and decadent…and the burst of gray salt—that’s what the sprinkles were—was so unexpected and sensational. I can’t even describe how fantastic and self-indulgent the chocolate was. It was extraordinary, really.”

I could almost taste the dynamic combination of the sweet and salty flavor on my tongue.

“So you have a sweet tooth?” Ky asked.

“Not really. I’d just never tasted something so rich and luscious. Of course, my mother and I were shocked to find a small box cost almost thirty dollars. You can imagine our jaws dropping to the floor over the more elaborate, nearly hundred-and-fifty-dollar Japanese Chabako boxes with truffles inside them. The most expensive chocolate we’d ever splurged on was a two-dollar-and-ninety-nine-cent heart-shaped box we bought at a drugstore one Valentine’s Day.” I remember how awestruck we’d been by the chocolate shop, the treats and the prices. “On the bus home, she told me the day I should consider myself successful would be the day I walked into Fran’s and bought a big box of chocolates without thinking twice about the cost. Without it putting even the tiniest dent in my budget or making me feel guilty for purchasing something so frivolous and decadent.”

Ky was quiet for a few moments, then asked, “You haven’t been back to Seattle since you left?”

“No. I’m saving that trip for the day I can afford to take Fran’s to my mother without cringing over the price tag.”

“Success comes in a lot of different packages, sweetheart,” he said in a low voice.

“Yes, but everyone has something with which to measure it by, right? This is the bar I set for myself.”

“Hmm. Ever consider you might be selling your accomplishments short?”

“No,” I was quick to say. “I want my mom to have more. Remember I told you how ashamed she was that she couldn’t provide for me in the way she wanted? I think every mother must feel that way when they can’t give their kids the stars and the moon. I hadn’t wanted those things for myself back then, but I want them for her. She’s so devoted and full of love.” Tears stung my eyes as I thought of my mom, a very warm and compassionate woman. “She hasn’t been on a single date since my dad died. She could never love anyone else. Her loyalty is still to him and, as much as I wish she’d find a happier romantic ending, I can at least appreciate and respect the fact she loved him so much, she can’t love anyone else in the same way. Doesn’t even want to, really.”