Faking It(29)

I faced away from him, looking out of my window toward the ocean. “What took you so long?” I asked him.

“You were pretty good at covering your tracks,” he answered. The sunlight poured over me. My clothes weren’t exactly baggy to begin with but, like this, I was pretty sure Tyler was getting a good show, almost as though I was naked.

“Why didn’t you just wait around the corner for me to leave the boat?”

“The captain said you’d left early in the morning. I thought I’d missed you already.”

I smiled. I’d asked sweet old Captain Harper to say that, and he’d been as good as his word. I took a deep breath and asked my next question.

“What happened between you and Ada?”

I heard him laugh again. He told me about their confrontation on the sundeck, Ada’s coup with his board members and the reversal of his decision to invest in Hobbs’s boat building business. The more I heard, the more astonished I felt.

“Wow. She really was the wrong person to piss off, huh?”

“You could say that,” he agreed.

“So, it’s really over between you two?” I wanted to give myself to him, but I needed to be sure.

“I think it’s safe to say that my life may actually be at risk if I set foot in New York or Tokyo, right now.”

Without turning around, I pulled my tank top up over my head and threw it on the floor. I felt my golden curls fall softly down my bare back, as I stayed staring out the window.

“So, why are you still in Aruba?” I asked, softly. “Sounds like you could be bankrupted at any moment.” I heard him stand and step slowly toward me. I crossed my arms over my naked breasts and turned to face him.

“I sold my controlling interest in HHC and stepped down as CEO,” he smiled as he got nearer, his eyes traveling up and down my body with a look of desire in them. “And I invested that money in Hobbs & Son. He has enough capital now to keep his firm going for years. The takeover bid has disappeared, and I’m now executive vice president under Mr. Hobbs himself.” He got within arms distance before I held out my hand to stop him. Tyler gazed at my, now uncovered, full and rounded breasts. “You look more beautiful than I remember,” he breathed.

I gently stooped to peel off my shorts with my other hand. I heard his breath catch in his throat as he saw I wasn’t wearing underwear. Finally standing fully naked before him, I couldn’t help but smile at his reaction, at the look of lust that filled his face.

I guess we’re back here then, I thought to myself, before grabbing fistfuls of his shirt and pulling it apart. He responded by closing the last distance between us and kissing me, hard. Our lips met, almost painfully, Tyler pushing his tongue into my open mouth and gently cupping my face with his big hands. I met his tongue with mine. His tongue was soft, velvety, and lightly spiced with rum. It was almost intoxicating to me and I nearly felt my knees go weak.

I slid my fingers down his hard abs until I could hook them under the waist of his pants. I felt his hands travel lower and caress the soft skin of my breasts, tracing his thumbs across my hardening nipples, before I pulled, trying to yank down his linen slacks.

“Goddam things!” I tore my mouth from him to say. He smiled and undid his own belt. I gave another tug and his pants dropped to the floor. I couldn’t help but bite my lip gently as he pushed down his underwear, until I could finally see him long, hard, and pointing straight at me.

Just the sight of him brought on a deep ache in my pussy. I wanted him inside me again so badly. I beckoned him closer and parked my ass on the edge of the dresser. He approached and I wrapped my legs around him again, hooking my feet together behind his butt, pulling him urgently to me. We both let out a gasp as the soft folds of my waiting hole caressed the throbbing tip of his cock for only the second time.

“I’m dying to be inside you again,” Tyler whispered and, before I could respond, he cupped my buttocks on the dresser, just as he’d done in the galley of Aphrodite, forced his tongue back into my mouth and rammed himself inside me, as urgently as before.

“Oh, fuck!” I groaned once more, as our mouths broke apart. “I can’t believe how good you feel…”

“This time,” I heard him snarl against the soft skin on the side of my neck, “I’m going to fuck you so good you won’t ever want to run away.”

I opened my mouth to respond, but he quickly withdrew then slammed his hips into mine so hard, driving his thick shaft deeper into my willing pussy than he’d ever reached before, and forcing a desperate, drawn out cry from my lips that I was powerless to stop.

My hands went to his head, my fingers twisting into his thick, dark hair, and I dragged his lips down to my chest again, offering up my soft breasts and pointed, eager nipples for him to lick, bite and suck. As he feasted on my grateful tits, he didn’t stop fucking me. His hot cock twitching as he slid smoothly into me, every ridge and vein of him dragging along my tingling, sensitive walls, each sure, steady, relentless movement forcing another delighted sigh or moan from my lips. I never wanted him to stop. I wanted, I needed him to just keep exquisitely penetrating me for the rest of our lives.

Without warning, he suddenly increased his pace. His gorgeous face was quickly level with mine, his mouth open slightly as he began hammering into me more vigorously. The look of pure lust on his face made me shiver, and I felt my pussy clamp tighter around him as a newer, stronger trembling sensation overtook me. I couldn’t stop myself from suddenly devouring his soft lips, drawing his delicious tongue into my mouth as I felt my body begin to melt.