The Girlfriend Game by Sierra Hill
Twenty-One
Zeke
Kendall has captivated me in a way no other woman has ever done before.
Now that we’re back on the boat, after an enjoyable morning out on the water and touring the area, I want to finish what we started earlier with that explosive kiss. One taste wasn’t enough to douse this fire burning inside of me. It drove me to distraction, and I couldn’t get back to the boat fast enough.
I stand behind her as she navigates through Liberty Bay, the Kitsap Peninsula on one side of the boat and Bainbridge Island on the other. Surrounded by the Olympic and Cascade Mountains and the crystal blue waters, I’m once again awestruck by the breathtaking beauty of the Pacific Northwest.
But it doesn’t hold a candle to the beauty right in front of me.
“So, what you’re saying is you don’t trust me? Not even a little tiny bit?” I tease, egging her on about my request for her to hand over the wheel and let me navigate.
She snorts. “Not a chance. You know how long it took for my dad to give me permission to take his boat out on my own?”
“No. How long?”
“Last year. It was his gift to me on my thirty-fourth birthday! Can you believe it?”
With her cinnamon-toffee colored hair pulled back in a ponytail and her head covered in a hat, it leaves the silky skin of her neck exposed. I chuckle, skimming the length with my fingers before kissing a path down the long expanse. My eager dick thrums inside my shorts, enjoying the sensation of her shiver.
Unable to resist, I continue kissing along the crook of her neck, sucking playfully as she angles her head to the side, the invitation for more.
And I give her just that.
“Maybe I can do something for you that will inspire your trust,” I murmur against her flesh, indulging in the simplicity of the newfound sensation of just kissing Kendall. Enjoying the experience of being with this new side of Kendall. Taking it one step further than we were before I left for Atlanta.
She hums a note of pleasure. “Oh, yeah? What might that be?”
“I can’t just tell you,” I argue, nibbling the sensitive skin beneath her ear, inhaling her intoxicating scent that has my erection pulsing for action. “I’ll have to show you. Will you let me?”
Since she’s literally in the captain’s seat and we’re in open water, I don’t want to push things too far. I had no expectations of getting laid today, but if she lets me, I’m more than happy to get her off. Taking it slow, but letting her decide how far and fast we go.
“Yes.”
It’s the most beautifully exhaled reply I’ve ever heard.
When we returned to the boat, Kendall went down below and changed into her bikini. I was already wearing a pair of swim trunks, in the event we wanted to hop in the water later this afternoon. Knowing she only has a bikini on underneath the T-shirt cover-up does crazy things to my imagination.
Splaying my fingers over her belly, the tops of my thumbs brush at the underside of her breasts, my fingers meeting the bottom of her T-shirt. As I press my lips to the top of her head, I lazily toy with the shirt, drawing circles along her abs, dipping every now and again into the crevice of her lap.
Kendall stirs in her seat with every movement of my hand; the slide of my fingers sweep down her belly and over her thighs, returning on the journey up toward her breasts. Teasing her relentlessly while turning my cock into stone.
Her nipples pebble hard under her T-shirt as my fingers pluck and flick the stiff peaks. It takes an enormous amount of strength to go this slow, to keep it on a low gear and avoid taking things too fast. I have a tendency, once I know what I want, to act impulsively; act without thought when I’m caught up in the moment.
I’ve promised myself I’d take this slow. We’ve spent all this time becoming intimate in an entirely different fashion than I’ve ever experienced before with a woman, and I want to enjoy the journey. Learn what she likes. How she likes it. What makes her lose all of her careful control.
In my exploration, I lift the edge of her T-shirt, my knuckles skimming along the warm skin of her stomach. I burrow underneath, gently feathering up to the swell of her breasts, her body quivering under my ministrations as her back arches in search of more.
I nibble at her neck, peppering her with open mouth kisses, dragging my tongue along the taut skin there until she turns her head, and we find each other’s mouths. Our kisses are soft and slow, my tongue mimicking the circular motion of my hands as they slowly climb and descend her belly until I can’t take it any longer and I touch her breast.
She jolts at the touch, my palms cupping the perfect swells of her tits. I untie the knot behind her neck, the bikini top falling as her breasts pop free. Slipping the T-shirt over her head, I return my hands to caress and massage, flicking the hardened nipples and gently stroking as my mouth moves back to suck at her neck.
My lust is painful and demanding. I duck my head, licking up her jaw to her ear. She tastes so good and my cock surges against my zipper.
“Are we at a place you can drop anchor?” I ask, my breath tickling her ear. “I want my mouth between your legs.”
As if she forgot she was still manning the boat, Kendall bolts upright and glances around. We’re in the middle of open water without a boat in sight. She nods, hitting a few buttons on the motor board, the engine quieting and the boat slowly rocking in an uneven pitch from the waves and current.
I hear the rumble of an anchor chain as it lowers into the water from the hold. And then she swivels in the chair, spreading her legs wide as my mouth waters at the sight.
“Oh fuck,” I curse, swaying a bit from the boat’s motion. Or perhaps from the partially naked woman in front of me.
I give her a sly smile, tugging my own shirt over my head, watching as Kendall’s returning smile heats my skin more than the rays of the sun.
“Wow,” she offers, licking her lips as her hand traces over my pectorals. She bites down on her lip. The way she stares at me has my body throbbing with want. Her hand continues to sweep over my abs reverently. Seductively. My cock hopes that hand of hers will move lower. “You’re magnificent. So perfect.”
Her eyes lower, lips part, and I chuckle at her choice of words.
“I think we both know that’s not true.”
Who am I to argue with her opinion? I know my body is impressive. It should be for how hard I work to stay fit and ensure it can do what it needs to do on the court. Up until this moment, I’ve treated my body as an aspect of my career, as a means to an end. But now, I’m glad to offer it up to Kendall as means of turning her on.
To watch her revel in my physicality is hot as fuck and has me buzzing with heat and need.
Kendall leans forward, pressing her lips along my abs, my abdominal muscles contracting under the soft touch.
“Perfect,” she moans again.
“You know what’s perfect?” I ask, dropping to my knees in front of her, urging her to spread her legs with my palms on her inner thighs. “You. Every part of you. And I bet you taste just as perfect.”
Lifting her calf in my palm, I bend down and kiss my way up her toned leg until I reach the junction of her hip and the edge of her bikini bottom.
I’m not prepared for how divine she tastes. Bold and sweet, spicy, and savory. Exquisitely satisfying.
A rush of blood to my cock has me punching my hips forward, seeking friction from something. Anything to take the pressure off.
I return my hands to her breasts, swiping my tongue over one nipple, her fingers threading through my hair, clamping down on my scalp as if to keep me there. With every touch, every taste, the hungrier I become and emboldened with every octave her moans grow higher and louder.
Her breasts are firm, but so soft. I get lost in her cleavage, devouring her scent, feasting happily on her taste. Feeling the thrill of being alive for the first time in ages.
Kendall has me feeling pleasure and joy. Two emotions that haven’t been part of my life for a long time. Like a broke-down car that was missing a key part.
When I pull away, resting back on my heels, I notice the flush that’s risen over Kendall’s chest. Her full, swollen lips part in that sexy goddess way, her eyes hooded with lust as if she’s in a dream.
“If you could see yourself now, you’d understand the meaning of perfection,” I rasp breathlessly, my finger mapping a trail from her exposed belly button upward, circling over a nipple and the beautiful swell of her breast. I toy with the ledge of her collarbone, brushing lightly over the curve until I reach her neck. I cup my hand around to the nape of her neck and pull her mouth down to mine. “You. Are. Perfect.”
She blushes at my compliment, clutching my jaw in her grasp, leaning into me for another kiss. Kendall’s tongue glides along my lips and then she tugs my bottom lip between her teeth. A million pulses of pleasure and light rip through my entire body.
Her smile forms against my mouth. “Let’s take this below deck.”
I give her a suggestive lift of my brows. “Aye, aye, captain.”