Chapter 17

 

Zach

 

I sit at the back of the boat as Clint motors across the lake water. My eyes dart between Moira to my left, and Cara to my right. I compare the two ladies because I find it fascinating that I’m in the company of two equally beautiful women, yet only one really appeals to me.

What is it about Moira that sets her apart?

Is it the fact I know her body intimately? Is it because she’s knows me better than Cara does?

Or is it because she lets me dominate her and that appeals to my inherent need for control?

I don’t think that’s it… not totally anyway, because I’m finding the concept of control is subjective.

For example, Cara is quite lovely. She’s wearing a hot pink bikini that’s not much more than a few triangles of shimmery material that barely covers her breasts and pussy. Her long, blonde hair is loose and blowing in the wind. Her lips are full, and I’m betting she would give an amazing blow job.

But she doesn’t have much going on in the brains department. She only seems to want to talk about herself and what nail polish would go best with her tan. I had to suppress a laugh when Cara swung a long leg across, placed her foot on my thigh, and asked me what I thought about the color of her toenails.

Like I could give a shit.

Moira just rolled her eyes and turned her gaze out over the water.

While Cara is almost completely naked, Moira is wearing a T-shirt over her bathing suit and a pair of denim shorts. I do notice that her toenails are painted a pale pink and it makes me want to worship her feet, which just goes to show you… maybe the color does make a difference.

Clint slows the boat until its idling and turns to face us. “Okay, Moira. It’s your turn. Are you ready?”

Moira stands up from her seat and gives a gaming smile. “Sure. I told you I pretty much suck at water skiing, but I’ll give it a go.”

We’ve all had a turn so far. Cara and Clint are quite good, but I learned that they pretty much spend much of their summers on the water, drinking beers and wine coolers and soaking up the sun. Rough life, for sure.

I did amazingly well when it was my turn. It was exhilarating to get pulled behind the boat with the wind whipping at me and the spray of the water keeping me cool. According to Cara, who made a point to put her hand on my bicep after I got back in the boat, I’m good at skiing because my upper arms are so strong.

Moira rolled her eyes at that too and even snorted, which caused Cara to narrow her eyes and glare at her.

It’s hard to avert my gaze when Moira pulls her T-shirt over her head, revealing a much more modest bathing suit top in black, her breasts—which are smaller than Cara’s—are adequately covered. I’m pleased by this because I haven’t failed to notice the way Clint watches Moira. She shimmies out of her shorts, revealing black bottoms that cover her ass nicely, with delicate straps that rest over her hipbones.

Fuck, did I pay a lot of attention to her hipbones last night between my tongue and my fingers digging in there. I’m surprised she’s not bruised.

Clint helps Moira into the life vest, and I want to growl in frustration as he fastens the straps across the front. But there’s nothing I can do because Moira doesn’t want anyone to know that we’re fucking each other. And by the way I want to pummel Clint into the boat deck because of the way he’s standing too close to her, it would be obvious that we’re fucking if I were to do that.

Cara stands up from her seat and says, “I’ll drive this time.”

While Cara gets behind the wheel, Clint helps Moira with her skis and getting into the water. I turn in my seat to watch her, noting the determination on her face as she takes hold of the rope, the tips of her skis bobbing out of the water in front of her.

Her eyes cut to mine, and I give her an encouraging smile. She rewards me with a quick grin that is so bright that it actually tightens my stomach in longing to see it again. Yes, that smile is definitely something that sets Moira apart.

Cara looks over her shoulder and calls out. “Is she ready?”

Moira nods and yells, “Giddy-up.”

The engine revs as Cara starts it forward with smooth speed, and I watch as Moira easily lifts up out of the water. She gets all the way up with no issues, her gaze focused on the boat.

Cara increases the speed a bit, and Clint yells out, “You’re doing great. Bend your knees a bit more.”

Moira does as directed, and she looks steady. A slow smile comes across her face and I just sit there, enjoying the beauty of my lover as she skims across the water.

I know Moira won’t have the upper arm strength to stay up long, and I’m actually itching for another chance to get back out there. This is one of the most fun things I’ve done since I’ve come to the States… exclusive of the time I’m sunk deep inside of Moira.

Suddenly, Cara cuts the wheel of the boat hard right, and Moira slings outward over a large wake that was churned up by the boat’s engine. As soon as the skis crest over the top of the wave, I watch as Moira’s legs shoot out from under her and she goes spilling toward the water, tumbling end over end.

“Cut the engine,” Clint yells at Cara. I watch as she throttles it back, turning her head over her shoulder to look behind her… a wicked smile on her face as she sees Moira bobbing in the water.

“Oops,” she says as her eyes cut to me innocently. “I thought I saw a log floating in the water and was trying to avoid it.”

“Geez, Cara,” Clint says with a good-natured laugh. “You’re a menace on the water. I’m driving from now on.”

Cara gently turns the boat and heads back toward Moira. She’s no worse for the fall, even giggling when we pull up to her. I lean over the boat and give her a hand, easily lifting her up and turning her so she can sit on the edge.

“Are you okay?” Cara asks solicitously.

“I’m fine,” Moira says with a grin. “Scared the crap out of me at first, but it didn’t even hurt. I want to try it again.”

I note that Cara grimaces, but I shoot a quick grin at Moira. While Cara and Clint change positions behind the wheel, I lean down and place my lips near Moira’s ear. “You’re such a little daredevil. I have something planned for you tonight. Hope you’re still feeling just as adventurous.”

Moira’s eyes flutter closed, and she groans lightly. I take that as her assent and pull away from her just as Cara walks back to where we are.

“Zach… I’m starting to burn a little,” Cara purrs at me as she hands me a bottle of some lotion that I had seen Moira slathering on her skin earlier. Fuck how I’d longed to be the one rubbing that oily concoction onto her. “Do you mind getting my back?”

I don’t even have to look at Moira to know she’s rolling her eyes again, and I laugh to myself. I revel in her jealousy, but I’ll make it up to her tonight.

“Sure,” I say as I take the bottle and unscrew the cap.

I’m sure I hear Moira mutter “Unbelievable,” before she scoots off the edge of the boat and splashes down into the water.

 

 

Cara and Clint just dropped us off at Randall’s house. Moira has been tight lipped the entire ride home. I’m thinking it has everything to do with the fact that once I took the suntan lotion from Cara, she promptly undid the top and bottom ties to her bikini top and let the strings fall away, carefully holding the material over her breasts as she turned her back to me.

“I don’t want to get that stuff on my suit,” she said by way of explanation.

I quickly rubbed the slick stuff over her skin and, when she went to tie her strings around her neck, she let the bottom hang loosely so I got a good gander at the rounded globes of her breasts. She gave me a hot look, turning to face me while she tied the strings around her back. Smiling politely at her, I turned to look at Moira, who was shooting daggers at me. I just grinned back at her, and her mouth flattened into a grimace.

I’ve gotten the cold shoulder since then.

Sam greets us inside the foyer, telling us that Randall has a late business meeting and that he would have dinner ready for us in a few hours in the formal dining room. Moira mutters a thanks and stomps up the stairs. I watch her for a minute, with great appreciation for the way her ass sways under those tight denim shorts. When she makes it halfway up the flight, I follow her, bounding up two steps at a time.

She doesn’t acknowledge me though and heads straight for her room. I follow her in, pushing against the door when she tries to close it on me.

“I’m taking a shower,” Moira grumbles, and I shut her door as I step into her room.

“Perfect,” I tell her. “I’ll join you.”

“Not in the mood, Zach,” she snarls at me as she heads straight for the bathroom. I follow close behind her, not about to let her hide away from me.

I lean a hip against the bathroom counter while she turns the water on, holding her hand under the flow until the temperature suits her. When she turns toward me, her eyebrows raise. “What are you doing in here? I’m taking a shower, so I’ll see you down at dinner.”

Lifting my T-shirt over my head, I casually let it drop to the floor. Moira can’t fucking help herself. Her eyes roam over my chest briefly before rising back up to meet mine.

“Oh no, you’re not,” she says as she backs away. “I told you I’m not in the mood.”

“You are in the mood,” I tell her simply, cutting my gaze quickly down to her chest. “I can see your nipples poking through your shirt.”

“It’s the air conditioning,” she grumbles. “And if you want to fuck someone, why don’t you go find Cara? I’m sure she’ll oblige you.”

Ah, there it is. My little tigress is still fuming over Cara’s display this afternoon.

“I’m sure she’d oblige me too. No doubt she’d bend to me in a heartbeat,” I tell her, and her face goes red with anger. “But I don’t want her. I only want you, so get rid of your clothes. Now.”

Moira’s eyes heat up over my admission that I want her, but her chin rises up to me defiantly. There’s a deviant sparkle in her eye even as she denies me again. “No.”

“No?” I ask her with a dark smile. I untie my board shorts and push them off my hips, letting them fall to the ground. My cock got hard the minute I followed her into her room, and I reach down to stroke myself. Her eyes immediately drop to watch what I’m doing.

I step toward her, and the motion causes her gaze to snap back up to mine.

“No?” I ask again. “You think to deny me?”

“That’s right,” she says, although I can tell by the tone of her voice that she’s daring me to push at her.

“If you don’t take your clothes off, I’ll do it for you,” I tell her ominously.

“You’ll have a fight on your hands,” she challenges me.

Fucking game on. My cock is aching so bad right now, I might just go for her shorts and bikini bottoms, getting the bare minimum off before I pound my way inside of her.

My hands snake out and grab her waist, pulling her in tight to me. My arms wrap around her back and I start to lower my face to hers for a punishing kiss, but she cries out in pain.

I immediately release her. “What’s wrong?”

Moira winces and carefully lifts up the back of her T-shirt, looking over her shoulder into the reflection in the mirror. My gaze follows, and I see that her back is tinged pink from the sun.

“Damn,” she says in dismay. “I got sunburned.”

She gingerly reaches back and pokes a finger into the skin just above her hip. It goes stark white for a minute, and then colors pink again when she pulls her finger away.

Moira turns her gaze back up to me and we stare at each other a moment, the heat of the fight gone out of both of us. Then her lips crack into a wide grin… as dazzling as the smile she gave me this afternoon. “Guess I kind of ruined the moment, huh?”

I throw my head back and laugh at her. “It’s not ruined. I’m just going to have to be a little gentler with you.”

With soft hands, I lift her shirt up over her head, discarding it so I can free her breasts from the bathing suit top. Bending down, I take off her shorts and then pull her bottoms down her legs, being careful not to scrape at her skin. When she’s completely bare to me, I lean in and place a kiss over her stomach before standing up again.

I lean into the shower and turn the heat of the water down a bit so it’s merely lukewarm and I know won’t hurt her tender skin. By the looks of her, only her back got burned, and I’m feeling guilty that I willingly slathered the protective lotion onto Cara, but I didn’t give the same courtesy to Moira.

“Does it hurt bad?” I ask her.

“No… just stings a bit. I have some aloe I can rub on it after the shower.”

“I’ll rub it on, but let’s get cleaned up first,” I tell her as I take her hand and help her step through the large glass door.

Her shower is overly large, just like the one in my bathroom. It’s tiled in brown and gray slate with various nozzles that provide sprays of water from all angles.

Moira tips her head back under one spray and wets her hair. When she lifts her head back up, little droplets get stuck in her eyelashes and run down her cheeks. Her green eyes shimmer, and she is simply stunning.

Reaching over to grab the body wash, I liberally pour some in my hands and lather it up. “Your front first.”

Moira watches me with heavy eyes as I run my soapy hands over her neck, shoulders, and down her arms. I pay extra attention to her breasts, gently kneading them and circling the pads of my thumbs over her erect nipples. I’m so fucking horny right now. I can feel my own cock weeping with urgency to get inside of her, yet I continue to take my time washing her body.

I put a lathered hand between her legs, washing and massaging her pussy through her slick lips before gently pushing a finger inside of her.

“Oh, Zach,” she moans as her hips tilt inward.

I pull my finger out, grazing it over her clit, which causes her to gasp. Fuck, she’s so sexy.

“Turn around,” I rasp out. “Let me wash your back.”

She does as I bid, pulling her long hair over her shoulder to reveal her pinkened skin to me. I barely touch her as I gently rub suds over her skin, down the middle of her spine, and to her beautifully rounded ass that is still creamy pale because it was hidden from the sun.

I take both hands and place them on her backside, gently massaging her muscles. Turning my hands in, I run my fingers up in between the firm globes, brushing against her tender skin hidden inside.

Moira tenses for a moment, and then sighs.

Bending back for the body wash, I pour another generous amount in and get a good lather in both hands.

“Stand still,” I command her. “And don’t move.

Taking a step to her side, I run one hand over her stomach and the other down her back, both at the same pace. My hand to her front covers her pussy briefly before I start to drag my index finger in between her flesh, circling her clit.

Moira cries out in pleasure as one hand reaches out to brace against the shower wall and the other goes to my shoulder. I let my other hand drift down her backside and push my index finger down between her ass cheeks. When it gets to her tender opening, I gently massage around it, even as she tries to jerk her hips forward and away from my touch.

“I said don’t move,” I tell her as I rub her clit a bit more forcefully.

Her body stills, and I let my hands do the work. One finger working at her clit, the other gently circling her anus.

I lean my face in and nip at Moira’s neck. Placing my lips near her ear, I tell her, “I want my cock up your ass.”

Moira groans and shakes her head no.

“Not now… not tonight. But soon, it’s going to be mine,” I tell her ominously.

She shakes her head no at me again, even as she groans deep in her chest. I chuckle and kiss her neck once more.

“I will,” I assure her softly, pushing one finger all the way deep into her pussy and the other into her tight back hole just a fraction of an inch. “You know you want me to.”

Moira cries out, “Oh, God. Where did you learn that?”

I laugh softly and kiss the corner of her mouth. “Google.”

“I can’t, Zach. There’s no way I can take you back there. You’re too big.”

“Shh,” I murmur in her ear. “I’ll take my time. I’ll get you ready.”

I pull my finger out of her pussy and start rubbing it around her tender clit again, but sink my finger in her ass up to my second knuckle.

A strangled sound bubbles up from Moira and she pushes her ass back against me, seeking more of this new feeling. I lose my rhythm on her clit briefly but gain purchase again as I pull my finger out just a tad from her ass before pushing it back in.

“Oh, that feels good,” Moira murmurs, and triumph lights within my chest. While I let one finger flutter her clit, I go ahead and sink the other one in all the way. She’s so fucking tight and hot, and I honestly don’t know if I’ll be able to bear that sensation on my cock when I take her that way. Just the thought of it has me about ready to unload.

Moira’s breathing becomes ragged, and she starts to make mewling sounds as I work her from both sides. I start pumping my finger in and out of her ass with a little more force, while my finger on her clit circles faster and faster.

“Fuck,” Moira groans, and I realize that’s the first time I’ve heard her say that word. “I’m going to come, Zach. I’m going to come so hard.”

“Fuck yeah, you are,” I tell her, letting both my fingers fly in and against her in a frenzy.

Moira’s entire body stiffens, and one of her hands flies down to clasp my thigh. She digs her fingernails into my skin, hard enough to draw blood, and she cries out as violent spasms quake her entire body.

I watch as she trembles powerfully, both my hands still lodged to the front and back, and I can’t fucking stand it a moment more.

Because her back is burned, I remove my hands to step behind her and bend her over carefully, watching as her hands go to the shower seat to balance herself. Taking my cock in hand, I bring it up to the backside of her pussy and with one push, I’m seated deep.

“Hold tight, sweet Moira,” I tell her. “This isn’t going to take long for me.”

I fuck her hard, careful to hold onto her hips in such a way as not to touch her burned skin. I look down and watch as my cock tunnels in and out of her warm flesh.

So good.

Feels so fucking good.

My orgasm is quick and catches me by surprise, seizing my entire body as it rumbles through me. Every muscle in my body seizes and clenches, so I lock my knees so as not to collapse.

I slap my hand on the shower wall and yell, “Fuck,” as I shoot hot into Moira’s body, my entire body shuddering in ecstasy.

Never.

Never have I felt anything like that before.

The absolute freedom I had with her body, the trust she placed in me. Her complete surrender to let me touch her in her most secret of places. She did it not because I demanded it, but because she wanted it and was willing to believe I wouldn’t hurt her. She doesn’t need me to provide food or shelter to her, not the way the Caraican women needed me. No, she needs me in a completely different way, and I find it completely humbling.

I look at Moira’s back, pink from the sun, and her chest still heaving from the explosive sex we just had. Her head bowed down in repletion, her body still openly trusting of me.

I run my fingers gently across her skin and think to myself, It’s going to kill me to leave her one day.