Kingdom Fall
“I had to cancel. I was really looking forward to spending time at that place my bestie recommended. She really loved the solitude.”
“Aye,” he said. “Be safe, baby bear.”
“You too.”
The channel went quiet, but I didn’t turn it off because Griffin would have figured out that was our only way of communicating.
“You think that worked?” she asked.
“It was brilliant.”
The boat unexpectantly rocked and she tumbled into my lap. Talk about instant erection. I saw the moment she felt it—her eyes widened—and I cupped her cheek. I leaned in and kissed her. When she shifted, I assumed she wanted off of my lap. But she didn’t. She yanked at my shorts, so I lifted up and she pulled my cock free. With a flick of my wrist, her bikini was shifted to the side as she straddled my lap and sank down my shaft.
There was nothing rushed this time. We had over thirty hours to sate ourselves. I undid her top and filled my mouth with her breast. How could I have ever thought hers had been anything short of perfect? She was perfect. Too bad I couldn’t let the stain of my past mark her.
Marrying her had been an ideal. Something I never thought I could obtain. Though it was nothing short of a fairytale, I’d wanted it to be real even if only for a short time.
Enjoying the way her hips moved as she ground on me, I let her control the pace. Too soon she was coming, but I was far from done. I pulled out as I urged her to her feet.
“Hold on to this,” I said, indicating the top of the console.
I positioned her between the captain’s chairs, and I got behind her. We were both close enough to the wheel to reach it if necessary. Sliding back inside her tight sheath wasn’t the problem. Not coming when I did was. I leaned over and cupped her breast with one hand, pushing her hair to the side with the other.
“Do you like it like this?” I asked.
She murmured yes, licking her lips. I had to taste her, so I turned her head enough we could swallow each other’s tongue if we wanted to.
“I’m going to fuck you until you’re dry.”
A moan left her delectable throat. “I don’t think that’s possible. Every time you’re near, I get wet.”
Fucking hell, I couldn’t hold off any longer. I slipped a hand around her throat as I pounded into her. Just a little squeeze and she’d have the orgasm of her life.
If she’d fought against my hold, I would have let go. But she didn’t. When her walls spasmed around my dick, I let go of her throat and my release. Once I was spent, I fell into the seat, taking her with me. I cradled her in my arms as though I’d never let go. The woman continued to surprise me.
“Best fuck ever,” she said.
“I’m up for the challenge,” I said, flashing her a wicked grin.
“I bet you are.” Then she got serious. “This is probably not the time, but I may not have the courage to say it later.”
“What?”
“What happened to you?” I stiffened and she quickly said, “It’s none of my business and you don’t have to tell me, but I’m here if you want to talk about it.”
I didn’t have to guess at what she’d figured out. I hadn’t been able to control my reaction when she’d told her story. Having someone take choice away was something I was all too familiar with.
“It happened at boarding school. The first time, I was six.”
“Oh my God.” She covered her mouth in horror.
Shame tried to creep in, but I’d already begun. “I told my parents. They didn’t exactly believe me like yours did. I don’t blame them though. Well, not my father. The man who ran the fight club was a convincing liar. And at that age, I really didn’t have the vocabulary to explain. My nanny was fond of using cutesy words for genitals.” I looked away. “You can guess the rest.”
“A man at your school did this to you?” she asked slowly, as if she didn’t want to spook me.
“Not exactly. He ran an underground fighting ring of the boys. Winner takes all. And when a pedophile is the organizer, the prize should be obvious.”
“How long?”
“Years, though not every night. The nights I couldn’t stay awake. If I fell asleep, they’d take me from my bed and to the fighting ring as if they had waited for that moment.”
“I’m sorry.”
“Not your fault.”
She circled her arms around me, and we held each other.
“I haven’t told a soul outside of that first time with my parents,” I admitted.
“Thank you,” she said. “For trusting me.”
“You did first.”
She wiped moisture from her eyes. “We were dealt a shitty hand. There’s no judgment, but is this why you own the sex club? I mean, this shit can fuck with your head and everyone deals with it their own way. And there’s no right and wrong. I didn’t exact become a born-again virgin after what Beau did. For me, owning my sexuality and taking control over who I fucked was empowering.”