Chapter 17 – James

“Now, don’t start to think I’m close to done with you,” I mutter into her ear. Both of us are still panting, soaked with sweat from our first fuck.

“I feel done,” she whimpers. Her face is flat against the table as I withdraw my still throbbing cock from her entrance. Watching my cum spill out as I do so, I begin to bubble with a low anger that it’s not all staying inside that tight, hot cunt where it should be.

“I’ll tell you when you’re done,” I grunt, taking in the sight of her bent over, ass red with my handprints.

I release my grip on her wrist and listen to her audible low groan of relief. Her moment of comfort is short-lived, though. I tangle my fingers again in that long auburn hair and pull her backward to stand, her back against my chest. My mouth on her jawline, tracing it with my tongue.

The water from outside laps against the sides of the hull. The boat sways lazily around us as a breeze flows through the cabin, swirling the scent of our sex around but not carrying it out to sea.

My heart is rapping in my chest. I’m as hard as I was before I fucked her, and I don’t know if I will ever be satiated. I want her, with a primal force that seems hell-bent on claiming her over and over.

“Now what?” Her voice shakes, as does her body, anticipation heightening her senses.

I shove my knee between her thighs, knowing they are unsteady, enjoying the knowledge that she has to rely on me for her balance right now. I want to be her center in this universe, want her to look to me for everything. I want to be the one person, the one thing that provides her the safety and comfort she needs in her life.

Even as I use her. Bring her the exquisite pain of my possessive beast. It’s what also binds us together.

My cock is still aching like I didn’t just get what I’ve been dreaming about for nearly a week.

“Walk. I’ve got you,” I command as I turn her toward the stern of the boat. The closed door there leads to my private cabin, a place where neither she, nor anyone, has ever been but me.

My core tightens as I realize this is what I’ve waited for. Taking her in here and fucking that tight, wet cunt again will make yet another dream come true for me.

Her feet make the softest padding noises on the wooden boards of the floor below deck. Sea gulls scream overhead as I lower my face and take a deep inhale next to her hair. The sweet, ocean scent along with our sex has drops of cum at the tip of my cock yet again.

When I get to the door of my main cabin, I hesitate. Unsure once we get beyond this door if I will lose all control.

My doubt is cast away when I hear the low sigh come from Everly, and she pushes her ass back onto my waiting erection.

“You want that, don’t you, girl?” I seethe into her ear as I work the handle on the door and swing it open.

Her nod is enough for me. As light from the stern windows streams out of the open door and casts angelic light over her ivory flesh, I work us both forward in earnest, unable to wait any longer. I know what I need, and I can feel that she will give me whatever that may be.

“Down.” I set one hand on her shoulder as I pull at her hair, letting that firm gesture tell her exactly what I want: her on her knees.

She drops down slowly as I release my grip and quickly step in front of my precious jewel.

When she looks up at me with that wide-eyed look of anticipation, I nearly cover her stunning face with hot jets of cum. She’s so fucking beautiful, but right now, down on her knees, looking to me for what comes next, she’s never been more stunning.

I drop a hand to pinch her nipple, looking into her eyes as her lips fall open in a gasp.

With my other hand, I bring the tip of my erection to her plump lips. I’m in awe at the never-ending lust she inspires in me.

“You’re going to suck my cock like a good girl, Everly. Suck and lick it. And I’m going to fuck that beautiful mouth of yours until I fill it with my cum. And you’ll swallow every drop. You won’t waste any, will you?”

I paint the white drops that cover the tip of my dick onto her open pink lips, feeling the warmth of her quick breaths on my sensitive flesh. If I lose control now, I will be done, so I bring my hand just behind the helmet of my cock, squeezing tightly, holding back the orgasm that threatens to erupt before I even get myself inside that sweet fucking mouth.

“Yes,” she murmurs, her tongue slipping out to taste what I’ve left on her lips, and I see a visible shudder shake her shoulders.

“Good girl.”

With that, I pinch her other nipple, then bring my hand up to rest on the crown of her head.

“Open those sweet lips and take care of this. It’s yours to care for from now on, do you understand that? This hard-on is your responsibility.”

Her lips open without a verbal answer, instead responding by drawing tiny circles on the head of my cock with her tongue. Her hands come up to replace mine on the lower shaft, and the eagerness in her eyes sends my heart into a frenzy.

She’s wrapping her mouth around my cock, but it’s her grip on my heart that tightens.

“Jesus,” I groan as she draws the head into her hot mouth. Working her tongue along the edge of the ridge, she drives me to the brink in a heartbeat.

My hips come alive, all control lost as she trades one hand from the base to the back of my leg, urging me forward.

I take her cue and take control. Both hands grasp at the sides of her head as I work myself in and out of her mouth, watching her sit there helpless. Spit runs down her chin, and tears gather in her eyes as I cut off her breath and ruthlessly slam myself into her throat.

“So good.” I throw my head back, and when I look back down...fuck, if she hasn’t dropped a hand between her legs, her arm moving slightly back and forth as she pleasures herself.

That’s it. I’m done. My balls ache and twitch as I roar and hold her face, still emptying myself down her throat as I watch her eyes roll back.

Her body shudders, and the vibrations of her orgasmic moans around my cock only prolong the intensity of my orgasm until I’m afraid I may lose my fucking balance, stars and comets exploding inside my brain and through every nerve in my broken body.

We both come on the breeze blowing through my cabin. The first and only woman who will ever grace this part of my home will be Everly.

When we come down, I draw my cock out. Looking down, I see it slick and shiny with spit and then watch as her swollen lips move into a shy grin.

“That was yummy,” she whispers, and my cock jerks again.

“There’s going to be a lot more where that came from, and it all belongs to you.”

I kneel down, scooping my hands under her arms, and gently lift her to her feet, guiding us to my bed.

I throw the covers down and center her on the bed, admiring her for a long moment before joining her.

My hand traces down the flat of her stomach, feeling the softness and slight quivering of her skin.

I curl her in tight to me. Needing this closeness now. Wanting her to know I will take care of her always. The hard and the soft. All of it for her.

“I love you.”  The words come out easily now. “I don’t know how, or why, but I think I knew that very first moment when I saw you in Dockers Bar.” My teeth find the softest part of her neck and slowly close, feeling her skin with the tip of my tongue as she draws a deep breath, waiting.

Her body arches, and her ass presses into my cock on a sigh.

“I don’t understand it either,” she says, bringing one hand back and over her head to mine. “But I love you, too.”

“I’ll never let you get hurt. I’ll live my life to be sure you are protected from now on. I’ll never lose you. Never.”

Everly tries and fails to stifle a giggle as I brush a finger along her bare slit beneath the short skirt. It comes away damp, and I wish I could spend more time with her, but I have things to do myself, and they won’t wait.

I took her three more times during the night. Twice hard, with orders and rope. The third time, with tears on her cheeks, I made love to her. Long and slow, until we both fell headlong into each other’s eyes and came on a breath that was long and low, orgasming together as one.

After that, with so little sleep, I took her into the shower and enjoyed cleaning her. Soaping her body and her hair. Showing her the protective, obsessive part of me and whispering into her ear words that told her in no uncertain terms whom she belonged to from now on.

“Go away,” she says playfully. “I need to call my head of department and tell him what I’ve found. This is huge.”

“So is this,” I say, guiding her hand to the front of my pants, letting her feel the hard-on growing there yet again. If I had more time, I’d stay and fuck her here in the bed-and-breakfast as well. “But I have to go, too.”

“Go,” she says, waving her hand. “Shoo, get out of here. I’ll come see you later and let you know what’s going on.”

I steal a final kiss from her before she can close the door, leaving me outside, still grinning as I bring out my phone and check for missed calls.

As I walk toward the harbor, I dial Bill Hendy’s number.

“James, glad I’m finally able to speak to you.”

“Did you sort out all of the details with the purchase?”

“Signed, sealed, and delivered. Buy yourself a bottle of bubbly. Or soda water, I guess. Anyway, the answer is yes.” He pauses, and I sense the hesitation.

“What is it, Bill?”

“It’s about that other thing you asked me to look into. Trenton Investments.”

“What did you find out?”

“Some seriously shady shit, James. I’m surprised they have any investors left. My advice, steer well clear.”

“Bad enough that the cops would be interested?”

“Maybe. Probably not. Just discrepancies in their profits from year to year. My guess is their stock should be trading at a significantly lower price than it is. Someone’s protecting them, though.” He takes a breath. “And there’s something else.”

“Go on.” I’m not liking the sound of Trenton Investments at all. If Hendy’s nervous, then that means there’s reason to believe they’re willing to get nasty if they need to. I can handle myself, but Everly might not know what she’s dealing with.

“There’s a dickhead lawyer from Texas, a real scumbag. The feds have him connected to the mob some years ago, but it seems he’s gone freelance since his former employers got hauled in on a RICO charge that apparently missed him altogether.”

“Jesus.”

“Yeah, real slippery character. Goes by the name of Eugene Carter. A month ago, his services were retained by Trenton Investments for ‘Preparatory case work pertaining to the acquisition and development of land in and surrounding Port Hope, including environmental protection and community investment schemes.’ And get this, he called me.”

“What the fuck?”

“Whoever is protecting Trenton Investments must have friends in high places because there’s no other way they could have found out I was looking into them. I had a very interesting conversation with Mr. Carter. He’s in Port Hope, by the way. He knows that I work for you, and he’s warned us off. Let’s just say, he made our options quite clear, and they’re very limited.”

I take a moment to think. Although this isn’t what I was expecting to find, it might actually turn my way. A corrupt lawyer who isn’t afraid to intimidate his opponents is a bad thing, unless he’s on your side. “How soon can you set up a meeting?”

“No, James, that’s a bad idea. My suggestion is, you let me call him back and make a deal. Trenton leaves your businesses alone, and they won’t have any more trouble. Not from us, anyway. This might actually be a good thing, bring in a bit more local trade—”

“I want to meet with Eugene Carter, Bill. Set it up. Call me back when you have a time and place.”

I end the call without another word, and I hesitate before heading back to my place. Maybe I should hang around near Everly for the day? If what Hendy says is true, then she’s in very real danger until I can get this sorted out. I wanted to meet with Old Man Pollack, make sure he knows this is just business, finalize the details, but some things are more important.

Before I can take a step, my phone rings, and I glance down at the screen. Hendy.

“Just do it,” I say, annoyed. “I can take care of myself.”

“It’s done, James. I already called him. Turns out Eugene Carter is every bit as eager to meet face-to-face as you are. Your place, thirty minutes. But please take care, this guy means business.”

So do I, I think to myself. So do I.