Speak Low (Speak Easy 2)

He grimaced. “Can’t go there either. My Ma and Marie are there packing up come things she forgot in the attic. She keeps coming back,” he whined.

I thought fast. Where could we be alone? “The boat house. You still have a key?”

Without a word, he started the motor and tore down the street. My head was thrown back against the seat and the wind rushed to meet me, and I laughed, the air around me crackling with energy.

On the short drive to the boathouse, I didn’t bother to keep my hands off him. Unbuttoning his pants, I freed his hot, hard erection and tantalized him with my fingers and palms, the backs of my hands and the inside of my wrists.

“Jesus, Tiny. I can barely drive.” Joey gripped the steering wheel hard.

With a wicked grin, I lowered my head and licked him like a lollipop.

“Oh, fuck, now I really can’t drive. Oh my God. Oh Christ. Where the fuck is that boathouse, I can’t even remember the way right now.”

I laughed with him inside my mouth, the hum from my lips making him even harder. Tasting the salty sweetness of his imminent release, I took him deeper, relishing the feel of him at the back of my throat.

He must have remembered where the driveway was, because my head thumped the steering wheel as the Ford traversed the pocked dirt road that led down to the dock. Giggling again, I sat up. “Ouch. Guess I better stop for a minute.”

He parked under the willow tree and grabbed my hand, hauling me out of the driver’s side and racing for the boathouse without even shutting the car door. At the boathouse entrance, he fumbled with the key.

“Hurry,” I whispered, wrapping my arms around his torso and kissing his back.

Finally the lock gave. The moment we were inside we tore frantically at each other’s clothing, our lips and tongues and teeth colliding hungrily. The short amount of time that had elapsed since we’d last had our hands and mouths on each other was completely out of proportion with the appetites we’d built up. With impatient fingers I pushed the braces from Joey’s shoulders and shoved the buttons of his shirt through their holes. He managed to get my skirt off before shrugging off his shirt and pulling his undershirt over his head. Giving up on the tiny buttons on my blouse, he bent and yanked my underwear to my ankles. I kicked it off and jumped up, twining my stocking-clad legs around his waist.

When he licked his fingers and reached low, I opened my mouth to tell him he needn’t bother, I was already wet, but then his fingers were rubbing me, inside and out, and all I could do was sigh with pleasure.

Satisfied he wouldn’t hurt me, he moved toward the door. I cried out as he shoved his cock inside me, slamming my body against the wood. My eyes rolled back in my head and I dug my nails into his skin. But he didn’t stop. Again and again, he drove me into the wall with powerful, deep thrusts, shocking me with his violent need to fill me so completely.

When I regained the capacity to respond, I covered his face with feverish kisses. Between gasps, I breathed his name, pulled his hair, licked and sucked his neck, his mouth, his tongue. And when he put his hands on my ass and altered his angle just enough so that I rode him tighter to his body, the rock hard base of his cock rubbed me just the right way. I clutched him hard with arms and legs. “Right there,” I whispered against his lips. “Fuck me right there. Yes, yes, yes.” Something deep inside me was tightening and coiling in a way I’d never experienced. It wasn’t only just the delicious friction between our bodies; it was some hidden place in my body he was able to reach this way, and I had no words, no thoughts, no voice for what he was doing to me.

Higher and higher I climbed as he moved with utter abandon, until my muscles clenched and pulsed around him. Starbursts of color exploded in front of my eyes and I moaned his name over and over through the shimmering waves of bliss.

“Fuck, I can feel you,” he whispered. “Oh my God, I’m gonna come so hard.”

“Do it,” I panted. “Now, Joey. I want to feel it, now.”

Slamming me back into the door again, he groaned long and hard as he poured into me. I felt his shuddering release as deeply as I’d felt my own and exploded once more, the delicious rippling at my center lingering even longer than before.

Joey dropped his forehead to my shoulder. I hadn’t even realized my eyes were closed until I opened them and the colors disappeared. One by one, my senses returned. Beyond Joey’s dark hair, I saw the glow of the moon through the high windows. I felt the damp heat of his shoulders under my hands. I heard our heavy breathing as our lungs recovered and smelled the musty wood of the boathouse walls. Lowering my lips to his neck, I slipped my tongue through them and tasted the salty warmth of his skin.

“You keep doing that, I’m gonna have to pound you into the wall again.” Joey’s voice was muffled in my shoulder.

“Promise?”

He turned his face into my neck and inhaled deeply. “Mmmmm. Yes.”

“Good, because I liked it.”

Joey chuckled before picking up his head. “I used to wonder what you’d be like. I had a feeling you’d be a firecracker.”

“And? Am I a firecracker?”

“Doll, TNT’s got nothing on you.”

I laughed. “I’ll take that as a compliment.”

“You should.”

“I used to wonder what you’d be like too.”