Two Captains, One Chair: An Alaskan Romantic Comedy (24 page)

Then he dragged me down, impaling me on him.

And I’d been right; it was a tight fit.  But it was also so very, very good.

He gripped my ass, squeezing and kneading, his hips rotating against mine.  Holding me in place against the wall, he pulled back, and plunged into me again.

I was on fire.  “Yes, yes, yes.  Harder!”

He did it again, but it wasn’t any harder.

I was just about frantic with lust.  “Ed, I’m fine.  Please, Ed.  You’re not gonna break me.  What I want you to do right now is—Yes! Yes! Yes!!!”  Fuck it, we were out in the middle of the river, and I could get loud if I wanted to.  Especially when he gave me exactly what I wanted.

And more.

We were absolutely savage, going at each other like beasts.  He pounded into me like a madman.  I scratched at him and saw stars when he bit at my shoulder.  His breath was ragged, groaning, and I was beginning to sound like a Japanese schoolgirl.  I dragged his head up and ate at his lips as I took everything he had to give me.

I wanted him like this forever, holding me up, pinning me, pounding into me.

With him helplessly groaning my name, there was absolutely no doubt left in my mind that he wanted me.  I’d been the aggressor in pretty much all of our previous encounters, but right here and now, in my little cabin in this great wilderness, on this cold river, it was all him.  I just hung on, and enjoyed the ride.

It didn’t take me long to get to my destination.  His urgency had literally driven me up the wall.  My head slammed back on the first spine-curling rush of orgasm, and I screamed.

Ed never lost control, and he never seemed to cuss.  But he was doing both now.  He held onto me with sweaty hands, and crushed me back against the wall.

Then, he joined me.  He came so hard even
I
felt it.

My body seemed like it was punishing me, maybe punishing us both.  I was still cumming, and throbbing, and making a racket.  His broken sounds as I squeezed around him drove me utterly insane.

I might have blacked out for a moment.  When I started breathing again, I found myself wrapped in Ed.  Slowly, I relaxed into his arms.  The aluminum of the wall was cool behind me; I leaned into him harder.  Which was okay, because he had me.

I smiled against his shoulder.

Ed had me.

E
d stepped out into the rain.  I watched, bemused, as raindrops spattered on his bare shoulders.

I leaned in the cabin doorway, appreciating the view.  Ed, naked and slicked with water, on a backdrop of barge deck, gray tarp, gray river, and murky, foggy weather.

Then I realized he was getting wet, and I didn’t have a towel.  He had to be cold.  And I wasn’t near done enjoying him, so I couldn’t afford for him to get sick.  He could get sick when he was dead—which I wouldn’t be allowing for a good long time, either.

“What the heck are you doing?” I called out to him.  “You’re being ridiculous.  Come back in here.”

He turned to me, and white teeth gleamed in his dark beard.  He looked totally at home in the wet and cold, like a merman I’d managed to snag in my nets. He must have had ice water running through his veins.

“Come out here with me,” Ed said. 

“You’ve got to be kidding.”

“I’m really not.”  He beckoned.

“Fuck that,” I said.  “It’s cold out there.  And wet.”  My nipples were hard as underripe cranberries, and goosebumps traveled my skin in waves, just standing in the doorway.

“Around here, you let weather stop you, and you’ll never do anything,” Ed said.

True.

“Or have any fun,” he said, his lips quirking.  “You haven’t lived till you’ve stood naked in the rain.”

I grumbled.

“I’ll keep you warm,” Ed promised.

That was the most tempting argument yet, but… “We could be seen.”

Ed shrugged.  He just stood there patiently, and let his body do the talking.  Water glistened on his chest and shoulders, ran in rivulets down his belly, his thighs.  He had the beginnings of an erection, and water dripped off that, too.  All I had was ten feet to cross—albeit ten extremely wet feet—and I could be in his arms, pressed up against him.

But my boat was recognizable, and—usually, mostly—I was a professional, dammit!  I didn’t cavort naked on deck while late for delivering the goods.

“Suzy…”  I loved the way he said my name.  And gosh, his eyes were pretty.

Ah, hell.
  For Ed, I’d go hippy.

“You’re crazy,” I said.  “And you better make this worth my while.”

Then I stepped out, naked, into the rain.  I squeaked as water soaked through my hair and the first trickle met my spine.  I hopped on tip-toes across the cool, gritty deck, and jumped into Ed’s arms.

He caught me, pulled me close.  Hitched me up till our faces were on a level.  And then he kissed me.

He kissed me as if he had all the time in the world.  And for me, it all faded away.  The time, the world, the cool drops tracking down my skin.  There was just the heat of his hard body, the warm cocoon of his arms.

I felt it acutely when one of those arms swung away.  I heard a crinkling.  The thunderous
whoosh
as a tarp was quickly moved.

I pulled back slightly, glanced past his shoulder.  “What are you—?”

The world went dim as he ducked us under.  I squeaked and hung on as my back was suddenly parallel to the deck.  Another crinkle as he pushed the tarp up out of the way, his thigh pressed against my butt as he lifted his leg, and then—
thump
—he settled in to sit.

I looked around.  Enough light filtered in from the edge of the tarp so that I could see…  “We’re sitting on Dotty’s lawnmower,” I said.  At the moment, everything else in the world was wet, but my tone sure as shit was dry.

Ed leaned in so he could nibble my ear.  “She won’t mind,” he said.  His hands were on my hips, lifting me, settling me so I was sitting on him comfortably with my legs spread around his.  Or as comfortably as could be expected with various knobs and levers for my knees to contend with.  I supposed it was as good a seat as any other…

The tarp descended, and stuck to my head.

I pushed at it.  “Ed,” I said, starting to object.

“Suzy,” he murmured.  His hands were magic, rubbing my thighs, kneading my butt.  And his mouth was on my collarbones, his lips nuzzling, his beard tickling.

My resistance was melting.  He had me in another chair, but at least we were out of the rain.  And with him pressed up against me, I knew I wouldn’t freeze to death.  I dug my fingers into his hair.

“This time,” he said, tugging the small of my back until my hips rocked forward, pressing me against him, “you’re gonna put out.”

I gasped, pushing at the tarp again so it wasn’t hanging in our faces.  “And you wonder why you’re awkward with women,” I said.

“Oh, I don’t wonder.”  His hands were anything but awkward, moving deftly, spreading warmth and decadent pleasure everywhere they went.

He was kissing me.  Under my jaw, down my neck.

I panted with growing need.  If he wanted to take me on a riding lawnmower, under a tarp, in the middle of a river, in the rain, then by god—I’d let him.

He tugged on my hips again, rubbing me against his erection.  I bucked in his lap, shuddering with everything he was making me feel.

He squeezed one of my nipples, then urged me back so he could get his mouth on the other.  I didn’t want to go, but—

!!!
  I forgot about the tarp.  I just clung to him, my right foot braced on the blade height lever.

In the increasingly wild surges of my legs, I slipped upward.  In a few moments, he pressed dead-center against the slippery heat of my entrance.

Ed stopped me from descending.  His voice was rough against my breast.  “Are you on birth control?” he asked.  He was still kissing me, licking heat through my veins, tightening my lower belly into a seething ache.

I cried out, and his hands spasmed on me in response.  “Do I need to go get a condom?” he growled.

“Yes!” I cried.

He shifted on the seat like he was going to get up.

I tightened my thighs around him, trying to hold him in place as I strained against his grip.  The broad head of his cock was nudging my pussy lips apart, pushing into me.  He was barely touching me, yet he already felt ten times better without the condom.

He stopped me again, when I would have driven myself onto him.  “Yes, which?” he asked.

“Yes, anything.  Everything.  I don’t care.  Yes!”  I wiggled against his firm grip.

His breathing was ragged.  “Dammit, Suzy.  Do I need to go get a condom?”

Oh, was
that
what he wanted to know?
  “No!  Now—
Ohhhhh
.”

He felt huge.  Which wasn’t far from the truth.  But burying himself in me like that, in one sure stroke—
huge
.  The pleasure bordered on agonizing.  He shifted, adjusting me in his lap, and I whimpered as I took even more of him.  His hands roved, soothing me.

I was shaking.  I didn’t want to move.  Ever.  I just wanted to stay here, savoring everything I’d denied myself in that kitchen chair.

I cried out as he bent down and latched onto my nipple again, and the angle forced my legs wide.  I clutched at his hair, buried my face in it.  I wanted to kiss him.  Or bite him.

My hips started to move, because they couldn’t
not
.  They developed a life of their own, driving me on him.  He was so wonderfully hard between my thighs, spearing into me.  I moved faster as, with each rock, he stroked something deep inside.  I dragged my nails down his back and moved a little higher, wanting to pleasure him like he was doing me.

He groaned against me, his breath rasping hot against my chest.  “Can I cum inside you?” he asked.

I paused.  “What, right now?”

“Well, maybe,” he said.  He looked like he’d just run ten miles, but still managed a lopsided grin.  “If you don’t slow down.”

My lips twitched.  I slowed, then tugged on his hair until he was looking at me again.  His irises were the barest ring of color, above cheeks flushed dark.  I gloried in having done that to him, in having put that look on his face.  I wanted to make it worse… but also better.

“You mean… I shouldn’t do this?”  I tilted my hips on a wicked upward stroke.

His eyes closed as he sucked in a breath, and his hands slid to my waist.  He was holding me, but not trying to control me.

I leaned in close to his ear.  “Tell me again, just how deep in my hot little pussy you want to be,” I said.  I afforded him a pause, in which he just panted and held on.

“Was it… this deep?”  I sank down on him.  “Or
this
deep?”  I rocked in his lap, pushing him deeper.

A fine sweat broke out on my skin.  I wasn’t sure how long I could keep this up.  The spot between us was a hot, swollen ache, throbbing—and I’m not sure whose heart was thumping harder.

He looked straight into my eyes.  His voice was raw.  “Do you have any idea how good that feels?”

I pulled upward, caressing him again, tightening around him, swirling my hips.  He groaned, and his hands curled into fists against my back.  His head started to dip.

I sank my fingers in his beard, and pulled his head back up until he was looking into my eyes again.  “Right here,” I whispered.

I pinned him to the seat back, pressing my breasts against him.  I dragged my nipples across his taut flesh as I eased downward once more.  At the bottom of my stroke, I kissed him, pulling him just as deeply into my mouth as he was in my body.

He slid one shaking hand inward, and started to rub my clit with his thumb.  My hips bucked on a rush of pleasure.

Panting, I dragged my mouth from his.  “You know what I want?” I asked.

He shook his head.  He looked incapable of speech.  His cock throbbed hard and high inside me, impossibly thick.  His thumb moved faster.

It was starting again, that irresistible rhythm.  I moved my mouth next to his ear, holding the back of the seat as I rose and fell.  “I want you to cum inside me,” I whispered.

His breath hitched.  His thumb pressed.  “Suzy.”  His voice sounded choked.

I moved faster, my emotions rising right along with the physical pleasure.  What he made me feel seemed crazy.  Impossible.

His urgency, his ragged expression, the hard press of him inside me all did me in.  I lurched in his lap, rhythm stuttering.  My muscles squeezed him.

He let out a grateful-sounding groan.  His hands tightened on my hips, taking over.  He guided me onto him once, twice.  Three times.

I cried out with the fourth.  He dragged me down onto him, and I writhed in his lap.

I felt him tense against me, felt his fingers curl against my skin.  His cock pulsed, and his groan was perhaps the most beautiful thing I’d ever heard.

I found his mouth with mine.  Kissed him with everything I was feeling.  And he kissed me back.