Two Captains, One Chair: An Alaskan Romantic Comedy (20 page)

I licked my lips.  “C’mon, tell me what you’re up to,” I coaxed.  “Gimme a little tidbit.  Some unimportant detail.”  I cupped my breasts, rubbing my hardened nipples through the silken material.  I moaned as tremors of sensation ricocheted through me, and the covetous look in his eyes drove me higher.

Hell, maybe I should just go get one of my vibrators…

“Okay, okay,” he said.  “Just put your hand back on me.  Please.”

I did, and he shuddered.  “Well?”

“I have a secret,” he admitted.

I rolled my eyes.  “More,” I said.  I pushed my hand into his underwear, cupping his balls.  I rubbed the warm skin with my thumb, feeling it shift and tighten in my hold.

His head rocked back, and he seemed to be hanging from my touch, breathing in rhythm with my strokes.  His breath caught when I tugged lightly.

“More,” I urged.

He groaned, and his eyes opened, focusing on me.  “It has to do with gambling,” he said.

“Gambling?”  That was one of the last things I’d expected to hear.  “Please tell me I’m not torturing you so you’ll fess up to some private salmon derby.”

“Torturing?”  He laughed.

I shifted my hands back up to his shaft and squeezed him again, making his laughter cut off.

“No, no salmon derby.  Please, continue your torture.”

I slid my hand into my bodice and retrieved one of my breasts.  He went quiet as my pink nipple came into view.  It was about at his eye level, and fit perfectly into my small hand.  He wasn’t looking at anything else as I rubbed and teased and squeezed the soft white flesh.  My nipple was pouting at him, and he’d started to lean forward, doing a very good impression of me when I’d tried to kiss him earlier.

“You want a taste?” I asked.

“Oh yes.  Please,” he said, his voice deepened and raspy.  I loved how free he was with that word.  Every time he used it, I felt a giddy heat expand through me, softening me to his demands.

I had to be careful here, and remember who was tied up.  And who was in charge.

I crowded between his knees, and leaned forward slowly, offering it to him.

I gasped as he captured my nipple—and most of my breast, really—in his mouth.  I imagine he would have grabbed me and yanked me against him if he could.  I half-fell into his lap, and the effect was the same.

I braced my hands on his shoulders, seeing stars as he did wicked things with his tongue.  “Oh…”  I was panting, capable only of looking down at his thick dark hair, seeing my pale flesh disappear into his mouth, feeling the tug as he sucked.

I groaned, my nails digging into him.  I wanted to give him the other breast.  I wanted to untie him and see what he could do with his hands.  I wanted him to take me right here on my kitchen floor, just toss up my little pink skirt and push that thick cock deep into the pinkest parts of me.

But I
couldn’t
. 
Because I need info,
I told my desperately horny self.

Pulling away from him was one of the hardest things I’d ever done.  He groaned a protest, and looked up into my eyes, and we were totally on the same page.  The same paragraph, even.  Maybe even the same word.

“More,” I said.

“That’s what I’d like to give you,” he growled.  “If you’d just come back here.”  Nice Ed had been thoroughly banished, and this one squeezed his knees around my thighs, trying to tug me closer.

“Details,” I elaborated.  “Give.”

“Fuck,” he said, looking hot and bothered and frustrated because I’d tied him up, and he couldn’t do a damn thing about me withholding my nipple.

Why did I like it so much when he cussed?

“Suzy,” he panted.  “Baby.  I can’t tell you.  I simply can’t do it.  You’re a gossip.  You have a loose tongue.  You’d be a liability to the business.  You’d get us caught, and then we’d be shut down.  Not to mention ‘prosecuted to the fullest extent of the law’.  But if you just bring that beautiful breast of yours back over here, I promise, I will pleasure you to the fullest extent of—”

I grabbed his head, and looked straight into his eyes.  “You listen to me,” I said.  “I can keep a secret.  Hell, Gary’s gonna ask Helly to marry him on the Fourth of July, but have I told anyone?  No.”

“You just told me,” he pointed out, as the corners of his mouth crept upward.

“Yeah, but you won’t blab.”

“Like hell I won’t.  If you don’t untie me, I’m gonna tell everyone.”

I frowned at him.  “I’ve got you tied up.  You’re supposed to be trying to convince me to let you go.  Don’t you think what you’re saying is counterproductive?” I asked, throwing his own words back at him

He made a moue of disgust.  “You suck,” he said.

“I could,” I replied.

He swallowed hard.

“So it’s a business, huh?  A gambling business.  Tell me more,” I said.

Then I dropped to my knees.

“Oh holy fuck,” was what he told me.  He wiggled on the chair, straining against the ropes.

I smiled because cussing was good.  Cussing meant he didn’t have this situation under control.  Cussing meant he was worried.

I kissed his knee.  Then the other.  I smoothed my hands up his thighs and moved between them.  My bare breast rubbed against the rough material of his pants as I leaned in.

I caught him in my hands again, noticing he was even bigger, even harder than the last time I’d touched him.  A bead of precum welled at his tip, making my mouth water.  But this was my trump card, and I had to be careful how I played it.

“What else do you want to tell me?” I asked him.

“You’re beautiful,” he said.

I smiled.  He was definitely worried, throwing out things he hoped would divert and distract me.  But, at this point, I had what some would probably call a single-minded focus.

I flicked out my tongue, and licked around the crown of his cock.

“Jesus God!  Fuck!”

“You want more?”  I wanted to give him more, so at this point it didn’t really matter what he wanted.  Though I suppose, if he started screaming rape, I’d have to let him go. 

But he didn’t cry rape.

Instead, he said “Please!” and nudged his hips toward me.

“Spill,” I said.  The feel of his cock was making me wet, the soft skin that moved slightly over his rigid hardness as I rubbed him.  He throbbed in my hands.

I wanted him inside me.  One way or another.

He gazed at me through slitted eyes.  “You’re a hard woman.”

“And you’re a closet thug,” I said.  “Now tell me what I want to know, and I’ll give you what you want.”  I rubbed my lips down his shaft and back up, nuzzling him.

He shook his head, the movement hard, as though he were telling himself ‘no’ as much as me.

I licked off the bead of precum that’d been teasing me.  I licked him a few more times, drawn in by the taste of him, the catch of his breath, the way his thighs tensed under my hands.

“Suzy,” he groaned.  I loved the sound of it, like it was being dragged from his depths, a ragged, desperate plea.

Looking up into his eyes, I sucked him into my mouth.  I slid down on him.  Then farther, until he was pressing into my throat.

He was watching me as I took him, and I didn’t gag, and I think he got my point.  His eyes had gone glassy, his cheeks were dark, and his breath heaved.  His muscles rippled as he tugged at his restraints, and a fine sweat had sprung up across his chest.  He wanted me so badly, I could feel it, like some relentless magnetic pull.

I pulled up, caressing him with my tongue, and then plunged down on him again, taking frickin’ all of him.

“Oh, shit.  For the love of… Suzy,” he moaned.  “Suzy, Suzy.”  He gasped as I slid up again, and squeezed his head between my lips.  I reached up and scraped my nails gently down his abdomen.

He jerked, and his shoulders strained, and if it hadn’t been a sturdy chair, I would have been screwed.  When he opened his eyes again, they were on fire.  “On my lap,” he barked.  “Now.”

I grinned and pushed to my feet.  I retrieved a condom, rolled it on, and moved to straddle him.  I gripped his shoulder, and boosted myself up.

He was watching me, his eyes dark.  “You’re killing me,” he said, and I got the distinct impression things were going to be different when he got his hands free.

I smiled and rubbed myself over him.  If he hadn’t been wearing the damn condom, he could have felt how wet I was for him.  I slid back and forth over him easily, swollen open and ready.  My excitement reached epic proportions as he nudged against my entrance. 

“I wasn’t kidding when I said it’s going to be a tight fit,” I said, my voice breathless.  I squeezed his shoulder.

His pupils were so deep and so dark, they seemed to see into my very soul.  “Take your time,” he said, dragging the words out.

“Oop, that sounds like nice Ed,” I panted.  I pressed down slightly, feeling the stretch as he started to push inside.  I groaned, clutching at him.

“They’re both in here, Suzy,” he said.  “But if you’d prefer, I could tell you how deep inside your hot little pussy I want to be, right fucking now.”

I whimpered, torn.  I wanted him, with a madness.  I wanted to sink down on him ‘right fucking now’, feel his thick cock filling me up, grind against him, and scream out in completion as the inevitable fireworks went off in my head…

But I also wanted his secrets.  “What I prefer,” I said, still poised at the tip of his dick, “is for you to tell me what I want to know.” 
Torture
, I reminded myself.  I’m torturing him, not pleasuring myself.

“I
can’t
,” he said on an explosive breath.  His eyes were desperate, his skin sweaty.  His hips bucked under me, and I shuddered as I took the first wonderful inch of him.

I closed my eyes for a second, searching inside myself for control.  I wanted to sink down on him the rest of the way so badly I was shaking with it.

Instead, I took a deep breath, and pulled up off him.

“No, Suzy.  Please.”  His voice was choked.  Desperate.

“Tell me what I want to know,” I said.

He shook his head, his shoulders tightening as he strained against his bonds.  The chair creaked.

I settled into his lap, my clit riding against the underside of his erection.  I liked the feel of it, so I tightened my legs, grinding against him.  I pushed upward, then slid down.  I moaned as a rush of heat curled inside me.

His chest heaved under my hands, and I felt the blood throbbing in his cock, mashed between us as it was.  He made a sound of ultimate frustration.  Then he leaned forward and caught my mouth.

Everything I’d ever wanted was in his kiss.  He was aggressive with want, with need.  He forced my lips apart, wedged my mouth open, and thrust his tongue inside.  He was bold, and commanding.

The force of his kiss lifted me in his lap, and rubbed me all the way back down the length of him.  Our sounds of pleasure mingled in our mouths.  I sucked air through my nose, clinging to him.  He was kissing the thoughts right out of my head, kissing away my willpower.

I dragged my mouth from his, and pushed him away.  Since his back was against a chair, I actually pushed myself until I was leaning back in his lap.

He growled with frustration, and I stared up into his wild eyes.  His lips were red, his teeth bared, all vestiges of Nice Ed banished.

He leaned forward and captured my breast in his mouth.  I cried out, shocked clear down to my toes with the things he was making me feel.

He pinched me with his teeth, making my hips buck against him.  I knew he was punishing me, but my body soaked it up.  I was wetter than I’d ever been, my cleft sliding easily along his condom-sheathed shaft.  I wrapped my hands around his back, dug my nails into the skin over his shoulder blades as I gyrated my hips.  My hair swung free as I let my head fall back.

The sensations were raw, burning through me.  I’d forgotten my mission; all rational thought had been blasted away.  All that was left was my tingling, trembling body, the mounting pleasure, and the driving need.

I arched in his lap, loving every moment of this, of him.  Pleasure billowed up from where we ground together, throbbing through my veins, tightening my hands on him.  It was a thing that couldn’t be helped or avoided, a white cloud of excitement that grew and expanded, and filled my skin damn near to bursting.

I moved my hips faster, riding the edge of that incredible wave.  My whole body poised, trembling, on the edge, and I was caught suddenly in that blinding moment—when I wasn’t going up anymore, but gravity hadn’t yet caught me.  It was the pinnacle of the roller-coaster, when you see just how damn big that drop is gonna be.

“Ed,” I cried.

He moved to my other breast, and sucked it through the satin.  Hard.

I started to shake as the bottom dropped out.  I took the plunge.

Ed nipped my breast, but it was just a single stone in the landslide of pleasure crashing through me.  I felt like I was coming apart at the seams.  Forgetting the basics, like how to breathe and which way was up.