Chapter Fifteen
Marissa
Best. Orgasm. Ever.
I can’t breathe. I can’t think. I can’t feel my toes.
I’m also pretty sure I’ll never be the same. No orgasm will ever compare, will ever amount to what I just experienced with Rhenn. By his magical hand. The hand that is still cupping me, his fingers still buried between my legs.
“That was magnificent,” he growls into my ear as he slowly starts to retract his fingers. I want to ask him for a repeat, but frankly, I’m not sure I can move right now. I open my eyes and glance over my shoulder. His blue eyes are alive with desire, his body hard in all the right places. But what he does next? Well, that has me ready to throw in the towel, beg for mercy, and worship at the altar of Rhenn.
He puts those two fingers in his mouth.
And sucks.
I almost orgasm right then and there.
“Delicious.”
And I shiver again.
I have no idea what to say, but I know what I want to do. I’ve never been big on going down on a man, but I can’t let go of the desire I have to do so right now. I need to feel him in my hand and taste him in my mouth. A part of me likes to remind myself that I’m not very experienced at this and he’ll probably be bored after the first ten seconds, but I want to try.
I need to try.
Before I can offer, Rhenn rights my panties, pulls down the T-shirt, and turns us both so that we’re lying side by side. He has his arm slung over my waist, but that’s it. I can no longer feel that impressive erection grinding against my butt, and I actually kinda miss it. I try to scoot back, but he holds me still, not allowing me to make contact.
“Don’t move. If you move, I’ll never get it to go down,” he grits through clenched teeth, his hand flexing against my stomach. Even through the shirt, I can feel the heat of his touch.
“What if I help it go down?” I ask boldly, pushing aside all the uncertainty I felt just a few moments ago.
“That’s not why I did what I did, Angel.”
Glancing over my shoulder, my eyes connect with his. “Why did you do it?”
“Because not touching you wasn’t an option. I needed to feel your pussy, feel you come, as much as you did. It was as if I couldn’t breathe until I experienced getting you off,” he practically howls in my ear.
I find myself turning, and this time, he lets me move. His hand is still draped over my hip, but now we’re face-to-face, and I can see nothing but hunger in those amazing blue eyes. “I want to experience that. Will you let me?” To prove to myself I am brave, I go ahead and palm his erection in my hand, which extends well past my fingers.
Rhenn makes a choking sound. I’m not sure if that was supposed to be words or not, but I take it as his approval to keep going. With my eyes locked on his, I gently slide my hand into his shorts, getting my first real feel of what this man has been packing in his pants.
And holy hell is it impressive.
Wrapping my hand around his cock, I slowly move it upward until my palm hits the head, making him hiss and thrust. I move down the smooth, tight skin until I’ve reached the root. I swear he grows thicker as I speak – errr, think. My mouth waters to taste.
I inch my way down, my lips finding the hard plains and muscles of his stomach as I go. His breathing is almost erratic when I come face-to-face with what I’ve been holding in my hand. It’s like a hammer. Thor’s hammer – large, hard, and probably going to rip the hell out of me.
That makes me giggle.
“That’s not good when a woman is staring at your dick and starts to laugh,” he whispers hoarsely.
“I was just mentally comparing you to Thor’s hammer,” I confess, moving my hand from the root to the head of his cock, earning me another moan of pleasure, this one a little louder than the last. I glance over my shoulder, hearing no stirring from the other room, and decide it’s time.
I move my mouth, letting my tongue slip out and taste him for the first time. I swipe it along the thick head, tracing the pulsing vein that runs down his shaft. “Holy fuck,” he huffs, grabbing my head and holding on tight.
Taking him in my mouth, I hollow out my cheeks and go down as far as I can – which is surprisingly farther than I would have expected. I take my cues from him, licking when he groans and sucking when he gasps, and the entire time, I move my hand up and down his length.
“So fucking amazing,” he mumbles, causing me to look up and connect with his eyes. There’s something heady about staring up at him while giving him pleasure. The look on his face is one of pure ecstasy combined with a bit of trust and awe. “Close. Can pull out,” he rasps, his hips starting to thrust, as if completely on their own.
“Don’t. I want to taste you,” I instruct without removing him from my mouth. I’m not sure if he actually understood what I said, but when his eyes flare with fire and his shaft jerks in my hand, I’m pretty sure he got the gist.
I suck hard, taking him as far in my throat as I can, making my eyes water, but I don’t stop. I stroke his balls with my free hand, feeling them tighten, until he gives me the signal. “Coming,” he tries to warn me, giving me one last opportunity to remove my mouth.
But I don’t.
His release is warm and thick as he empties everything he has into my throat. Rhenn is making noise, moaning with each thrust of his hips, but I don’t think he cares. I don’t think he even knows. When his body finally stills and he falls limp against the futon, I finally release him from my mouth, savoring the last taste of him on my lips.
“You okay there, champ?” I ask, taking one last swipe of his shaft with my tongue and making him shiver. I can’t believe he’s still rock-hard. My previous boyfriend was more like a bottle rocket. Shot up hard, exploded quickly, and fell just as fast with little to no fanfare.
“I can’t open my eyes. I’m not sure I’m even breathing right now. Am I breathing?” he pants, one hand draped across his chest and the other thrown over his forehead.
“I believe talking is a good sign of breathing,” I tease him, snuggling into his warm body.
Rhenn moves his arm until it’s under my neck and pulls me close. “That was pretty amazing.”
I feel the blush and am grateful it’s dark in the cabin. What am I supposed to say? Thank you very much? Your cock makes it easy because it’s as yummy as an ice cream cone on a hot summer day? Yeah, I should probably not say any of that.
Even if it’s true.
“Turn on your side,” he instructs softly, gently moving me until I’m facing away from his body. One arm under my head and one thrown over my waist, he settles in behind me, his body pressed against mine. I hear him inhale as he nuzzles his nose in my hair, and feel his arm start to get heavy as he relaxes. “I like to spoon with you.”
My throat feels thick and it’s hard to breathe, but I find the strength to answer him honestly. “I like to spoon with you too.”
And I do.
Maybe a little too much.
* * *
It’s warm. Very, very warm.
It’s not the blanket tangled around my legs so much as the man draped around me like a mink coat. We’re in the same position we fell asleep in last night, proof neither of us moved after we fell asleep, post-orgasm. It’s been a while since I’ve had my world rocked so hard that I basically became unconscious, only to wake up eight hours later, completely refreshed and ready for the day.
Okay, so maybe I’ve never actually had that happen. Not in real life. I’ve heard about it– mostly from my sister – but never actually experienced that complete nirvana, the mindless slumber that can only be induced by amazing orgasms.
I feel eyes on me, but they’re not Rhenn’s. He’s still lightly snoring behind me, holding me tightly against his body as if I might somehow try to slip away. Holding completely still, pretending to sleep, I hear a muffled voice, followed by giggling and what sounds like a slap on the butt. Obviously Meghan and Nick are awake. I notice immediately when Rhenn starts to stir. Actually, I feel the moment he starts to wake. Remember that hammer from last night? It’s fully hard and ready for action. Seriously, this man has some impressive morning wood, and even though it’s not the first time I’ve felt it pressed against me, it’s the first time I’ve felt it post-blowjob, and well, I suddenly wouldn’t mind another round of bedroom hammer throwing.
Nick and Meghan move on to the kitchen, the smell of coffee percolating filling the entire cabin. “You awake?” I ask, wiggling my butt against his crotch.
Rhenn tenses and groans in my ear. “Stop that, Angel, or I’m going to be forced to do something about it.”
“That doesn’t sound like much of a threat,” I tease. Who is this bold vixen and what has she done with shy Marissa Grayson?
“It’s more of a promise,” he says, pulling me close and kissing my jaw. “Did you sleep well?”
“Like the dead,” I confirm, reveling in the feel of his arms wrapped around me.
“Me too. I can’t believe I slept until,” he starts, lifting his wrist and glancing at his watch, “seven forty-five. I never sleep in that late. I’m usually up with the sun and getting in my morning workout.”
“Me too. Well, minus the workout. I’m usually up at five so I can start preparing breakfast.”
I should get up and move, definitely get up to pee, but I find myself snuggling in deeper into his embrace. “I have an idea,” he whispers, running his nose along the shell of my ear.
“I’m listening.”
“Stay with me tonight.”
I suck in a breath, but not because I’m shocked or afraid. Because I’m excited. Because I know what will come of me staying another night on the boat with Rhenn. This time without my cousin and her husband on board.
Just us.
“Okay.”
“We can go to town and have dinner, if that works for you. Then, we’ll come back to my boat. I promise to get you back to the house before the contractors and your mom show up in the morning.”
Oh God, my mom. It would be bad enough to do the walk of shame with a half-dozen construction workers running around, but my mom? Total mortification. She always comes and has coffee with me when she arrives at the house. Could you imagine if she showed up at my cottage and I wasn’t there? And then when I do show up, I have bedhead and look like I was ravished all night long? Try explaining that.
“I like that idea,” I tell him, running my fingers along his forearm.
“Yeah?” he asks, leaning up so that he can see my face, which of course, blushes.
“Yeah.”
Rhenn bends down and kisses my cheek before sliding out of the bed. He carefully heads to the bathroom, watchful not to flash his tented pants to the others lurking in the galley. I risk a glance their way, my eyes immediately connecting with Meghan. She raises an eyebrow and gives me that questioning look. I shrug my shoulders, which earns a smile and a wink in return. She knows, but I’m grateful she chooses to not vocalize her discovery.
I sit up, wrapping the blanket around my legs since I’m wearing only a T-shirt, and head into the kitchen for a cup of coffee. “That looked cozy,” she mumbles, handing me an empty mug.
“He had nowhere else to sleep. He was too big for the chair,” I reason, knowing it was so much more than that.
“So you just happened to make a spot for him in your bed?” she asks over the rim of her mug. I don’t have an answer for her, so I just shrug. “Just be careful, sweetie. He’s a great guy, but not one for sticking around too long.” Her eyes are sober and honest, and her confirmation of what I already know just makes my throat tighten a bit more.
“I know. He’s gone in two weeks.”
“And you’re okay with that?” she asks quietly, trying not to draw the attention of her husband, who is throwing a few eggs on the griddle.
“I am,” I reply with resolve, throwing in a decisive head nod to confirm. “I know what I’m getting myself into.”
She watches me for just a moment, before answering. “Good,” she says with a smile. “Now, we have a few hours of sun and sailing left before we have to head home and back to our everyday lives, so how about we let the men cook up breakfast and we head up to see if we can spy dolphins,” she adds loudly.
“I’ll use the restroom and meet you on deck.”
* * *
The rest of the day flies by. We sail for a few hours, enjoy lunch on deck under the gorgeous sun, and finally make it back to my place around three in the afternoon. Meghan and Nick have already gathered up their belongings and are ready to disembark the boat, the bedding they used stuffed in a bag. I offer to take it up to my house so that it can be washed, along with anything else Rhenn may need cleaned. He argues at first, but then seems to relent when I tell him it would be easier at my place than at a Laundromat in town.
“I don’t want to inconvenience you,” he says quietly, placing his lips on my sun-kissed shoulder.
“You won’t be. You run a load or two, and then we can go out to dinner. It’s simple time management, Rhenn,” I tell him with a smile.
“Time management, you say? Like you get to hang out with me while your washing machine cleans my drawers?”
“Exactly. Then, when your clothes are all clean, we come back here. To your boat. For the night.”
“I’m so hard right now,” he whispers deadpanned. He’s also not kidding. He proves his point by flexing his hips and running his erection against my lower back.
“Ready?” Nick asks, interrupting our little moment. Probably a good thing too, since I’m liable to beg him to take me downstairs and have his wicked way with me.
“Yep,” Rhenn replies, tightly, before he whispers, “Grandma, Grandma, Grandma.”
I can’t help but giggle as he eventually gets his hard-on under control and heads to the back of the sailboat to release the small boat we’ll use to get to shore. “I’ll take them up first and then come back for you and my dirty drawers, okay?”
Nodding, I watch as he helps his friends get into the small boat, their luggage piled on their laps, and takes off for the dock. It doesn’t take long at all to drop them off and come back for me. He helps me down into the boat, handing me a lifejacket as he does, which makes me smile. “I think I’ll be okay.”
“Trust me?”
More than I probably should. More than he’ll ever know. Neither answer is one I should give, so I go with, “Yes.” Rhenn nods, grabs the rest of the laundry and tosses it on the small space of floor between us. With my bag on my lap, we head to shore.
Nick helps me out, while Rhenn secures the rope, and before we know it, we’re back on land and off to the house. I’m surprised to see most of the family there, having a good time and carrying on.
Aunt Emma notices us in the clearing right away. “Hey! They’re back!” she bellows loudly, drawing everyone’s attention.
We make our way to where everyone is congregating, my mom pulling me into a hug as soon as she can. “You survived,” she says with a smile.
“Yeah.” Huh, I just realized I didn’t take any more Dramamine since yesterday morning and never once felt sick. “It was fun.”
“Well, good. I’m happy you had a good time and got to spend some time with Meghan. She seems really sweet.”
“She is. We’ve agreed to stay in touch,” I tell her as Rhenn comes up and takes my bag from my hand.
“I’ll just drop this at your place,” he says, offering me a quick wink before he goes. I follow his movement with my eyes as he takes my stuff, along with his bag of dirty clothes and sheets, and heads into my cottage.
“How did things go with him?” Mom asks, a knowing tone laced in her voice. When I glance at her, she’s smiling wide and her eyes twinkle just a little too brightly.
“It went…fine.” I should probably leave out the orgasm part.
“Just fine?” she asks, her eyebrows shooting heavenward. “I’d say by the way your face is practically glowing and you can’t take your eyes off him that it went a little better than fine.”
And cue the blush…
“I agree, Mary Ann. That look right there is one of a woman who let the captain plunder her treasure last night,” Aunt Emma interrupts, making me gasp with mortification. She steps closer and adds, “That man’s ass is finer than an expensive bottle of wine.” And to make matters worse, she steps closer yet and whispers, “I bet that man could really make you whine. Or moan. Or scream. Am I right?”
I choke. I start sputtering and coughing, trying to catch my breath. Finally able to suck in a deep breath of sweet oxygen, I glance her way, tears streaming down my face, and all eyes on me.
“You okay?” Harper asks, patting my back as a mom would to a small child.
Before I can answer that I was going to make it, Emma speaks for me just as Rhenn returns, a concerned look on his face. “Oh, she’s fine. She gave away her booty to the boat captain. Does that make you the wench or him a pirate?” she asks, glancing around for an answer to her question.
Harper busts into fits of laughter, while everyone else just seems to ignore Emma’s completely inappropriate question. Maybe they’ve already spent too much time with her on this short visit? Her granddaughters, while offering looks of pity, are clearly much more immune to her incorrigible behavior than we are.
“I’m going to start a load of laundry, and then I’ll help you pack up your car,” I say to Meghan, who is fighting a smile. I ignore everyone around me, and quickly retreat into my place. Bathed in quiet, I hear everyone start to speak again, all conversation of Rhenn and me and my...treasure all but forgotten.
“Need help?” Rhenn asks when he comes inside.
“I think I can manage,” I respond, grabbing his bag and taking it into the laundry room.
“I’m sure you can, but since it’s my stuff, you shouldn’t have to do it.” To prove his point, he very effectively moves me out of the way and places some of the dirty items from the bag into my washing machine. He grabs the bottle of detergent from the shelf, measuring out the appropriate amount, and dumps it on the bedding. He selects the correct setting on the machine, closes the lid, and turns my way, leaning his hip against the washer.
“So you’ve done that before.”
“I’ve managed to care for myself for thirteen whole years, thank you very much,” he teases with a wink.
Rhenn steps forward, all traces of humor wiped from his face, as he wraps his strong arms around me, pulling me close. His lips tease mine, the faintest of kisses placed along my jaw, and his hands dropping to grip my rear.
“We should probably get back outside to say goodbye to everyone,” I manage to say, albeit completely breathy.
“We should,” he says, sliding his tongue along the seam of my lips.
“Maybe after one more kiss?”
He doesn’t even respond, just plasters his lips to my own, drawing me into his large frame and holding me tight. His tongue delves inside my mouth, tasting and seducing me with every passing second. Finally, after thoroughly kissing me, he pulls back. “One more kiss may never be enough, Angel.”
Oh, he’s definitely a smooth talker. I’m putty in his hands when he says things like that to me. Even though I know he doesn’t necessarily mean it because eventually, our kisses will be enough. The end is on the horizon, bright and shining like a beacon in the night. That’s why I need to forget all about the sweet and sexy things he says to me.
One day, he’ll be gone.
And I’ll be nothing more than a memory, a good time.
But I’m afraid, if I don’t keep this thing in check, he’s liable to be so much more.