Hannah had put her foot in her mouth, and for once it seemed like she was reaping benefits from it. She couldn’t believe she’d brought up rape with Curtis. If that wasn’t bad enough, she continued spewing words from her mouth about how she had no problem being his secret lover. She wished he would’ve leaned over and kissed her sooner, because that sure had the power to shut her mouth.
Clearly, Nina’s insistence was right about Hannah being too green to be around men of a certain sex score. They’d come up with a scoring system after Hannah’s first failure in the sex department back in high school. Without guidance, Hannah only moved forward with guys who were below ten on the scale. That usually meant there was a good chance the men she slept with either lived at home with their parents or were into some kind of live-action game.
It was pathetic, but it kept Hannah making any more big mistakes. Nina would definitely see Curtis as a mistake, but what she didn’t know, couldn’t hurt her. Hannah was sure if the shoe was on the other foot and Curtis asked Nina to visit his boat for life-changing sex, Nina wouldn’t question taking him up on the offer.
Hannah didn’t have to see the surface below them to know the second Curtis stepped onto his boat. The massive vessel rocked from the weight of them, causing Hannah to try to grip his shirt tighter. The rocking had barely commenced when Curtis loosened his hold and let her slide down the front of him, with her body touching every inch of him.
She’d seen how big he was when they were sitting in the car, but it was another thing to feel his penis run along her leg and then rest against her stomach. Curtis gave her no time to get her footing as he pulled her close and descended his lips on her again.
Fuck. Screw the whole trying to watch her language thing. Hannah was in trouble. Curtis could strip her clothes off and do whatever he wanted to her, as often as he felt like it. That all came from just a kiss. She couldn’t imagine what would happen when the clothes came off and he tried to make good on his promises. Her legs barely felt like they could hold her up as it was. The idea of walking seemed downright silly.
As if to challenge her thoughts, Curtis’ hand that wasn’t on her butt, holding her to him, reached between them and unbuttoned the first few buttons of her shirt. His hand returned to help the other one lift her up so he could start walking again. He didn’t break the kiss as she wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him even closer to her.
Her body moved up and down with every step, grinding into every piece of the rock-like physique he had going on. Hannah tended to have an issue with what a guy would think when they got a look at her body, but she could care less. Curtis wasn’t drunk and he didn’t need to be fluffed with the lights off to get in the mood. Even with the guys who were only five on the sex scale, they generally needed something to get and stay in the mood. It took a lot to distract them from those live-action role-playing games.
Being pushed against something solid brought Hannah’s eyes open. Since the kiss hadn’t broken up, she’d kept them closed, just trying to live in the moment of the fantasy.
Curtis took the opportunity to give her tonsils a reprieve and move his lips down to her neck. It gave Hannah a chance to see they’d somehow found a room on the boat and chances were her back was up against the door of it.
There wasn’t much light in the room, just a little from a pair of small windows. She could see a king-sized bed with some no-frills black bedding. Hannah only had a second to consider whether the lack of any other furnishings was because it was a boat or if he kept his love shack simple.
The top she’d carefully considered that morning was ripped off her body. The move made Hannah concede that Curtis probably didn’t even rate on the sex scale. She’d never had a piece of clothing torn off her and he seemed to be an expert. She hadn’t even felt a pull as the fabric tore in two.
“I’ll buy you a new one.”
He somehow kept her body held up without using his hands, which were busy squeezing the mounds of flesh trying to fill her bra. Her habit of biting her lip seemed to be in overdrive. With him focusing on her breasts, she couldn’t help but wonder how inadequate he’d find her. The buzz she felt wasn’t gone, but reality sneaked in.
“I’m going to spend time worshiping every inch of you, but right now I need to be inside of you.”
Curtis let her legs down so he could unbutton her pants again. He pulled them down as harshly as he took care of her top. The authority in his actions was unlike anything Hannah had witnessed, even in the movies. Not that she watched porn or anything. The romance movies had strong male leads, but they weren’t Curtis.
He was able to somehow get her boots and pants off without her moving an inch. After another kiss, he spun her around and pressed her into the door. She was down to just a bra, but that quickly disappeared. As far as she knew, he was still fully clothed.
Evidently not fully, because she felt something slide between her legs. His flesh ran through her juices a few times before pushing the tip inside of her.
“Fuck me.”
Hannah left the words to interpretation. She had a feeling she was going to be split in two, which should have scared the crap out of her, but her body clearly didn’t care about its demise. Her hips pushed back into Curtis right as he drove himself further into her. Her first instinct was to try to push the thing invading her body out, now that it stretched her beyond her limits. Limits wasn’t exactly the right word, because she felt greedy enough to want more.
Her partner was happy to oblige as he gripped her shoulder and nudge himself a little deeper. She could feel the skin of his pelvis touch her ass, marking the fact he couldn’t get any further inside of her.
“Give me just a second to enjoy this. I’m pretty sure this first time is going to go by way too fast. It’s amazing I didn’t just come entering you.”
For all his talk about fucking her, she was surprised at the show of restraint. She’d never gotten off from just having a guy inside of her, so the penetration was all for him. There was no problem on her end trying to prolong the sensation of Curtis Power using her to fulfill his needs.
“Take all the time you need,” Hannah said, barely recognizing the husky voice saying the words.
Curtis pulled out a little, leaving a void Hannah instantly wanted refilled. He hadn’t moved more than an inch and she already fought the loss. It was a bad indicator of things to come. He would likely use her up and ruin her for any other guy. She’d never felt so full and the desperate need for something more at the same time.
“I thought I should probably explain the hold up, especially after your decree that I fuck you. I have to be honest. I wasn’t sure how passionate you’d be. I mean, I’ve dreamt of this for so many years that I was sure it’d ruin the real thing.”
While he spoke, Curtis tunneled in and out of her a few times to start a rhythm. Hannah barely heard the words, let alone comprehended them, so she hoped it wasn’t anything important. Her body tingled as pressure built inside of her with each motion the man behind her made.
Rather than be the passive lover she found herself in bed, Hannah actively pushed against Curtis to try to help pick up the pace. Each stroke rubbed against something inside her that set off the happy sector of her brain. Her endorphins were on cloud nine as she reached down to rub her clit.
The action was one she usually saved for when the guy left, satisfied he’d gotten off. Since they weren’t in the standard missionary position, Hannah didn’t worry that taking care of herself would offend her partner. The grunts coming from behind her said Curtis could care less what was going on as long as the hole he’d found to fulfill his hunger didn’t disappear.
“Oh, yeah. Go a little faster. I’m almost there.”
Each statement, well, each word really, was spaced out. Between her own petting and his dick hitting a spot inside of her that Hannah was trying to memorize, her legs had already started vibrating. She turned her head against the door, not caring that she’d probably have some kind of rash from how hard she was driven against it. If there was pain from it, she was long past the point of minding.
She bit down on her lip hard, trying to keep her orgasm from being vocal. She wasn’t known for sounding out her pleasure, mainly because it was weird to scream or moan when she was alone in her bedroom. Stopping from screaming out was more difficult than she’d expected. The biting made it come out like some odd wild panting only heard in the deepest forests.
“Fuck, you’re squeezing me like a damn vice.”
Curtis tried to pull out, but didn’t move far. The little that he did, he pushed back in with a force that cut Hannah’s lip from her teeth coming together. The pain did register, but it only drew out a contented moan as it added to the pleasure rolling through her body.
There was a similar grunt from behind her as Curtis held his position within her and she felt something shoot deep inside her. It was different than anything she’d felt before, and even with her clouded mind she knew why.
Things had happened so fast they hadn’t gone over the roll condoms should’ve played in the fuckfest Curtis had proclaimed was about to happen. She didn’t want to ruin the mood. She’d been on birth control for years, so it wasn’t like it was a big deal as far as baby creation.
All the guys she’d been with were all about the extra protection a condom provided. If Curtis wasn’t worried about the consequences, Hannah didn’t let it worry her. He was a professional athlete, so he had to have regular physicals and she didn’t want to believe he picked up some kind of disease he was in the act of passing on to her. She should’ve probably considered the disease aspect a little further, since he was sure to pick up strange women to satisfy his needs.
She was clean, which he probably figured. She was half surprised he hadn’t asked her if she was a virgin to begin with. Experience-wise she pretty much was, judging on what they’d just done. She’d never stood up for sex or driven a man to fuck her without a condom. Hannah knew eventually she’d consider whether those were good or bad things, but her head was a little too dazed to care.
“I’m clean, just in case you’re worried about that.”
Hannah had to think for a second to verify she hadn’t just said all her mind rambling out loud. She was sweaty and panting like she’d never catch her breath, but she was sure she hadn’t said anything. If she had, his explanation would’ve probably taken a few more words.
“I am too.” He didn’t sound worried, but she wanted to reassure him. “I get regular shots, so I won’t get pregnant.”
The responded grunt almost sounded disappointed. He was still hard inside of her, so he couldn’t be too disappointed.
“That’s probably a good thing. I realized a little late that I don’t keep condoms here, so we were going to have to play a game of me trying to remember to pull out or you were going to have to marry me.”
The two options didn’t make a lot of sense to Hannah. Even she knew pulling out was make believe. Marriage seemed a little odd to bring up on a first date, not that what they were doing was exactly a date. He’d mentioned going on a date, but he’d probably had something else in mind. Or maybe he didn’t. Maybe all he thought about was fucking women up against doors on his boat. Hannah had to remind herself that she didn’t really know Curtis that well.
“So this isn’t a place you bring women to impress them with your money and removing clothes skills.”
“As pathetic as I’m sure it will sound to you, I’ve never brought another woman back here.” Curtis leaned in and gently sunk his teeth into her shoulder, licking the spot afterwards as he shuddered inside of her again. “I’m going to pull out and get out of these clothes. If you’re not appalled by my heavy hands, I’d like to spend some more time investigating your body.”
The complete loss Hannah felt when he followed through with the pulling out part of his plan told her she definitely wasn’t ready to throw her clothes on and leave. Technically, she didn’t have a shirt, so getting back to her car was going to be a fun trick.
Hannah spun around and leaned against the door. She felt sexy, which was probably the first time in her life. Her body still felt Curtis’ hands on her, roaming around and marking her.
Curtis was in the process of pulling his undershirt over his head, leaving the naked part of his lower body for Hannah to finally get a look at. Her mouth dropped open as she tried to imagine what she saw curling up towards Curtis’ stomach inside of her. She knew he’d felt big, but big was a mild word.
Maybe the lighting made it larger. Hannah told herself that had to be it. She looked back up to his face to try to hide the fact she was staring. She’d hoped to be quick enough, but Curtis’ grin and mischievous look in his eyes told her she was caught.
“As far as I’m concerned, we’ve got all day to study and learn each other’s bodies.”
There wasn’t much else for her to say. Stepping forward, Curtis picked Hannah up and carried her like he had the night before at the reunion. It was a little more dignified than being thrown over his shoulder. She had no idea what it was like to just sit around and enjoy someone’s company all day while naked, but she sure as hell wasn’t about to complain.