Chapter Twenty-Six: We Own The Night

The yacht's main cabin was surprisingly spacious inside. The brushed wooden interior stretched around the walls and the mini-kitchen had granite counter tops with gold fittings. No luxury had been spared. The plush carpet sank under her jandal's and the cabin itself stretched out into two main two areas. The living area and mini-kitchenette was paired with double doors that led into a bedroom with a small bathroom. She sighed. The gentle swell under your feet and the sound of the water lapping at the side of the boat was to die for and she knew it came at a price.

"Wow, this is just-wow." Her fingers ran down the silky drapes on the rectangular windows that looked out to ribbons of blue as far as the eye could see.

Jon stowed their bags away in the closet and grinned. "Not bad huh?"

Her lips curved as she brushed her fingertips along the smooth granite in the kitchenette. "Not bad so says the rock-star." She stopped at the small bar fridge set snugly in the corner but he grabbed her.

"Uh-uh...that's for later." He twirled her in his grasp and his fingers teased the curls at the bottom of her hair. 

"Much later." His lips hovered over hers and the boat shuddered shifting their balance. He laughed and smoothed his hands down her arms. "I guess this means we're taking off."

"Setting sail silly, we're not a plane."

"Ok captain but you can pilot my plane anytime though." She screwed her nose up and he laughed.

"God that was cheesy."

"No kidding and you write songs for living?" She teased. "Can we go and watch on the deck?"

"Sure you go up and I'll be there in a few."

Devon smiled and climbed back up. From the deck, the boat had launched away from the wharf and the sea-breeze tickled through her hair. The front of the boat had a wide polished deck area with steel railings that over-looked the ocean ahead. The cries of the gulls above her and the sea spray dusting her arms were just perfect. The sun had started to melt into the sky bleeding bands of orange and red into the horizon rivaling any Hollywood movie set.

Was she lucky? Hell yes, who would have thought two weeks ago she would be standing on a yacht heading for the great unknown. She was right, she did feel so free already. They gained knots and soon the landscape was post-card size as they headed out into the ocean. She took a deep breath and smiled. She jumped as a pair of arms looped around her waist from behind and pressed her gently into the railing.

"Beautiful isn't it?" She asked him as she rubbed her hands over his.

"Yes, it is." He murmured and she shuddered as his lips covered her ear. She groaned as his lips buzzed on her neck and he held her firmly in his grasp.

"God." Her fingers curled around the railing as his mouth slid lower and his tongue swirled around her clavicle. His breath was warm in contrast with the cool salty spray that was coating her arms. His hand left hers and her breath hitched as he rubbed down her jeans and subtly inside her thigh. It was like a cocktail of senses, his touch, the smell of the ocean, and the sound of the world rushing past her ears as they left the real world behind.

What really was there that was more perfect? She stuffed down the doubt that crept in. Not here, not now. She was taking this moment and she was taking it indulgently with no guilt.

"I've only got one regret about this." His teeth scraped across her shoulder as she struggled to comprehend words.

"Oh?" His fingers pressed on her heat and even through the protection of denim she wanted to crumble.

"That I made you wear jeans." He growled as he popped open her top button.

Her hand lurched onto his. "What about Bob? Won't he see or-" God, was she really asking him to stop this delicious assault on a backdrop of luxury? She was nuts.

"He won't. Besides..." Two fingers slid against her jeans and his fingertips grazed the top of her mound. "It's more fun this way. We're being naughty. Don't you want to be naughty Devon?" He flexed one finger further down so it tickled her clit. "Or are you chicken?" His lips were hot against the sensitive skin of her ear.

She lurched forward and clutched the rail. "Oh god."

"Close your eyes." His free hand brushed over her bare shoulder and cupped her breast. His thumb swiped over her nipple and it hardened through the thin cotton of her tank.

She slammed her eyes shut and his lips danced around the shell of her ear. "Do you want me? Do you want this?"

She cried out into the ocean. "Yes." She rolled her lip under her teeth and his finger circled her clit causing her to shudder. "Yes." It was barely a whisper as it came out. He was killing her in the slowest delicious way.

"I can't hear you."

Her nipple tingled as his thumb rolled around its peak. "Yes." Her breath lodged in her throat as the bolt of pleasure tingled down to her toes and his lips scraped down her neck.

"Louder." His growl vibrated on her throat and she ground against his hand. The wind hit her face as she tipped her head back against his shoulder and surrendered to him.

"Jon, please." She knew begging was wasted on this man, he lived for this. He drove her crazy and to the edge and he thrived on it. The tell-tale bulge pressed into the small of her back, he was just as horny as he intent on making her. The heat crackled between them as the cool breeze swirled around them.

"Tell me you want me." His voice dripped with sin.

Her eyes fluttered closed as the sweet release dangled in front of her. "I want you."

"Like you mean it."

"God-Jon!” Frustration built as her mind battled with her body pushing, urging her to the edge that he masterfully had her teetering on. She ground her teeth together. Son of a bitch, the more she tried the more it faded from her grasp. She closed her eyes and tried to clog her brain with images of him coming under her, or over her and let the mental groan of his voice stir her from inside. So good, so close but it wasn't enough. 

His thumb grazed along her clit with a butterfly touch before he withdrew his hand completely. His laugh poured over her like thick dark sinful chocolate. "That's not an answer."

She squirmed in his grasp and turned to face him, his eyes popped with colour from surprise. She cupped his face and crashed his mouth down onto hers. His hands threaded through her hair and he tipped her head back letting the kiss go deeper. His tongue circled hers and the groan from her throat surged and exploded in their mouths. She kissed him hungrily and let her hands slide down his taut body so her palms were flat on his stomach. She'd started the kiss but his sexual command once again had taken power. 

Devon pulled back and his teeth scraped down over the sensitive spot at the base of her neck and her knees buckled. He was winning the war and Oh God how she wanted to give in, slide to the floor and let him fuck her blind. But she had a point to prove.

She ran her hand down the bugle in his jeans and ran her thumb nail along the outline of his cock. He hissed, raised his brow and stopped. He was curious what was next. She beckoned him closer with her fingers and let her lips hover over his ear as he did. "I want you and I'll pull off your jeans and suck your cock right here, right now if that's what it'll take to prove that to you."

Her gaze flicked up to his, fire curled in her belly as she lay the gauntlet down.

His eyes were dark against the sunset and his lips curled. "What about Bob?"

With her hand still firmly on his cock, she squeezed it gently until he moaned. "He can enjoy the show then, can't he?"

Jon growled and she knew she'd taken the power back. He caged her in against the railing one hand of his on each side of her. "You're a bad girl Devon. You make me want to do very bad things to you."

She cocked her brow and her heart beat steadily against her ribs. "Well, what are you waiting for?" She may have as well have let the lion free from his cage with a statement like that. She knew he’d run with it and never look back.

He puffed out his chest and held his head high. "I'm deciding whether to make you suffer and have you scream for the longest orgasm you’ll ever have to wait for or, fuck you blind right here, right now." His mouth was inches from hers. The sun had long melted with just the silhouette of the horizon left in front of them.

Her fingers popped his jean fly open and she slid her hand inside his jeans, curling her fingers around his shaft. "I choose door number two."

He spun her around and the wind smashed into her face. He tugged her jeans down and lifted each foot out of them. She shuddered as he pressed up against her, the tip of his cock teasing her opening at the bottom of her ass. His hand cupped her breast and his thumb circled her nipple sending small bolts of pleasure right down to her fingertips. "Tell me how it feels when I enter you."

She cried out as he slid his cock into her, the pure sensory overload was like a drug hit. "You feel..." He ground against her and he filled her completely. His spare arm snaked around her belly and his mouth rested against her ear. "So, good." She panted. It was all she could manage as the intoxicating ride began.

His mouth fused to her neck as he drove into her harder and faster. "Are you going to cum?"

Sweat poured down her temples as she gripped the railing to keep upright. "Oh shit...God." She was close and he was tight inside her as he punched in the last inch.

"Now, come now." She whimpered as his breath was hot and heavy against her ear.

Almost.

His thumb found her sweet spot and her whole body screamed.

Her body bowed back as she let the pleasure wash over her. Her toes curled and her skin was alight with every sensation. "Yes." She moaned as if she'd finally been given what she'd been deprived of. He grabbed her hips and plunged inside her pushing her over the edge into oblivion sweeter than a summer rainstorm. 

The second orgasm sucker punched through her and she cried out as she felt him go behind her. Their bodies slammed together and with a shout and one last time he filled her and let himself release.

His arms wrapped around her and held her as they came back down. His nose pressed against her cheek and her breathing wavered as the orgasm rolled through her. The heat faded and the chill swept in quickly as she shivered. Holy fucking hell.

"Can we go inside?"

He kissed her temple. "Of course we can."

She sighed and draped her arm up around his neck as he lifted her. She curled into his chest as he carried her down the narrow stairs into their private cabin. "Need food." She mumbled.

"Damn right you do, because round two is coming your way shortly."

His eyebrows wiggled and she laughed. "Well the night is ours, right?" He nodded as her hand stroked his cheek. "Thank you."

"For what?" He rested her gently down on the bed and then joined her. His hands ran up her arms and they lay on their sides and met in a sweet kiss.

"Just this.  Just everything." She closed her eyes and let the smile spread on her face and took in the moment. She was pretty sure she was there as her heart was ready to burst.

She was in love with him.