Looking Inside

“Very nice,” Trey murmured appreciatively. He pushed his hand between her clamped thighs and dipped his head.

FOURTEEN

His warm, suctioning mouth, lashing tongue and rubbing hand made every nerve in her body go on high alert. Her fingers delved into his hair.

He lifted his head, the hand between her legs pausing on her aching flesh.

“I said to hold up your breasts for me.”

She made a frustrated sound, but cupped her breasts for him again in an offering. He resumed his feasting, his hand moving again between her thighs. He stroked her extra firm there, as if he knew he needed to amplify his usual force due to the extra covering of her jeans and panties. His occasional rough groan and her soft gasps of pleasure twined with the lulling sound of the boat’s chugging engine. He clearly was as expert stimulating a woman above the pants as he was under them. It was hard to argue with the results. She stared out the far windows at the sparkling black river and the cars zipping down Lower Wacker in the distance, feeling her body rising to a low boil.

He lifted his head, his mouth making an erotic, wet suctioning sound as her nipple popped out of his mouth. “Push them closer together,” he demanded starkly, just inches from her aching breasts. Eleanor complied. Then his mouth was everywhere, licking and sucking at both nipples at once. She cried out shakily, her hands automatically doing what her body craved, pushing the crests even tighter together in order to feel as much of his ravenous, pleasure-giving mouth as possible. He rubbed her pussy harder and she found herself slipping beneath the surface of everyday, mundane reality.

She writhed in a hot, boiling sea of abandonment.

Trey lifted his head again. It took her sex-muddled brain a moment to recognize the unpleasant lack of his mouth. He was making her nipples a little sore with his greediness, but that slight ache mixed with her intense pleasure, spicing it.

Amplifying it.

She opened her eyes dazedly. She realized the boat was approaching the Washington Street Bridge.

“Unbutton your jeans and peel them down your ass a couple inches,” he said.

“Huh?” she asked stupidly, her acute arousal making her as thick as an old tree stump.

“Unbutton your jeans and slip them down your hips a bit,” he grated out. His lust-bitten tone cleared her brain a little. She hastened to follow his instructions, ripping open her button fly and wiggling her hips to lower her jeans some.

“That’s fine,” he said tensely. “Hold up your breasts again.”

She presented her breasts to him, her breath sticking in her lungs at the sensation of his long fingers burrowing beneath the waistband of her panties. At the same moment that he slid the ridge of his finger against her slippery clit, he fastened on a nipple.

Her eyes sprung wide.

“Oh no. Oh God.” Her entire body coiled tight and quaked. She slipped down in the seat, instinctively raising her pelvis to the heaven of his stroking fingers. His hand moved firmly between her legs. Insistently. She pushed her breasts tight together and felt his

hot mouth drawing on both her nipples at once, then the cool air, and then his whipping tongue.

Oh, it hurt.

It felt divine.

She bucked her hips against his hand. She stared past his lowered head. Later, she recalled seeing the lit-up opera house as if in a fever dream. Then his shadow rose to block it out. With his free hand, he cupped her hip and firmed her against the seat.

“Stop squirming around, baby.”

She moaned in anguish, her mouth hanging open. His entire arm powered his movements, rubbing subtly but forcefully between her legs. He kept her immobile while he stirred her into a frenzy. She made a choked, helpless sound.

“Are you going to come?”

She just bobbed her head once, unable to speak as she came face-to-face with a towering wave of orgasm.

“Let me feel it, then.”

She heard him through a dull roar. He shifted his hand, plunging a finger into her slit, replacing his forefinger on her clit with his thumb. Just as orgasm blasted through her, he covered her mouth with his, eating her desperate cries as pleasure pulsed through her body.

She came back to herself at the sensation of him kissing her mouth hungrily. She inhaled shakily, trying to gain her bearings, but finding it extremely difficult with her nerves still zinging in the aftermath. Around Trey’s head, she made out the lights from the skyscrapers on the far bank of the river.

The water taxi was at a standstill.