Devil In The Waters, Book 6, Chapter 9 (part 2)

Josh threw himself down heavily next to her like he was exhausted, making the bed bounce. While pleasure still throbbed between her thighs and feather-tickled her brain somewhere behind her hairline, she rolled quickly toward him, wanting him to be all right.

Josh lay on his back like she had, with his forearm draped over his eyes. His chest heaved; his cock throbbed red, standing out with veins. She ran her nails over his stomach, then hugged herself to his side. She hid her chin in his armpit, looking up to his hidden eyes.

She said, “Did you come?” then kissed his armpit, his hair’s tickling her nose.

His forearm moved, and she could see his downturned eyes looking at her. “Oh, hell yeah, I did.”

She snuffled laughter into his armpit and hid her face from him, acting shy. He brought an arm down to put it over her shoulders and she cuddled against him.

She tapped her fingers on his chest, getting his attention. When he looked her way, she said, “That was pretty wild.”

He nodded, his eyes on hers.

“You okay?”

“Better than okay,” he said, a soulful look in his gaze.

“This is so crazy,” she said, turning to look behind her out the window at the sunny sky. She looked back to Josh. “That turned you on, right?”

He turned on his side to face her, arm around her waist and pulling her close. It felt wonderful to be held in his arms. He said, “Are you okay?”

“Me?” she said. “Don’t worry about me.”

“That didn’t freak you out?”

“Why?” she said, feigning complete incomprehension.

“Doing that for me.”

“Josh, I told you I wanted to do that for you. It worked,” she said, then tickled her nails down his stomach and grabbed his cock. He made an ooph sound and his knees jumped, batting against her thighs. “Somebody’s sensitive.”

Josh was an animal. He laughed and growled, rolled on top of her. His sweaty hair hung down to touch her forehead. He looked deep in her eyes. “I don’t want to scare you. I don’t want to—”

She pushed the pad of her index finger against his lips and mushed them. He snickered, then nibbled her finger. She said, “You know what’s going to be weird?”

He sucked her finger, let it go. “What’s that?”

“You always asking me if it’s okay.” She showed him a serious face.

“All right,” he said, nodding. “I understand.”

He kissed her warm and sticky chest, sucked her nipple again. She hugged his head and scratched his scalp. “We have to stop,” she said.

Josh let her nipple go with a wet smack, making her breast jiggle. He looked deep in her eyes again and she knew he had an important question. She waited.

He said, “This turns you on?”

“Definitely,” she said.

But there was more.

He licked his lower lip, said, “Does Devlin turn you on?”

“Josh, don’t,” she said, turning her face away.

“Sorry-sorry,” he said, “not like that. I mean . . .”

“He doesn’t turn me on,” she said.

He touched her chin and made her look at him. “I’m not saying he turns you on. I’m saying is there some part of this . . .”

“Josh, look at me.” She waited till she could tell in his eyes that he wouldn’t interrupt her. “It’s you that turns me on. I would do anything to turn you on.”

“But Devlin . . .”

She waited, and saw that he wouldn’t continue. She said, “Don’t think about this too much. Don’t try to figure it out.”

“Figure it out?”

“It’s just fun,” she said. “That’s all it needs to be.”

He smirked, embarrassed. “Am I talking the fun right out of it?”

She kneed him lightly in the balls, making him grunt and laugh, squashing his still-hard dick against her thigh. As he moved away, she took advantage, pushing him to roll over on his back, then climbed on top of him.

“We were having some great sex,” she said, straddling his hips now. His erection stuck up toward his bellybutton.

He said, “We were.”

“Put your hands over your head.”

He laughed and asked: “What are you going to do to me?”

She patted his cheek and he closed his eyes and moved his hands over his head. “Good boy,” she said.

Now she wove her fingers between his, and got her face over him. “I said we were having some great sex.”

“We were,” he said, eyes still closed.

She kissed his nose, and he opened his eyes. “That’s what matters,” she said.

His lips pursed, then he smiled. “You’re right. That’s all that matters.”

Now she smiled, and said, “So, we gamed him.”

“It feels so good,” he said and she laughed, kissed his chin, then wriggled to suck on his nipple. His hips jostled, trying to slip down so he could put his cock in her again. She squeezed his hips with her thighs to stop him. “We have to go back down to the beach.”

“No, we don’t.”

“You know we do,” she said, and laughed.

Now she squeezed his fingers, lowered her chest to his mouth, put a nipple against his lips. He suckled. She said, “You want to keep playing?”

He released her nipple, kissed the center of her chest. “I want to keep playing all day. Maybe Devin’ll get the hint and go home.”

“That wouldn’t be any fun,” she said.

“So what you want to do?”

She let his hands go, rose up and crossed her arms. “I want to keep playing.”

“Tell him we have to go out for dinner.”

“Where’s the fun in that?”

“What do you want to do?” he asked again, and put his hands on her waist.

She batted him away, said, “Put your hands over your head.”

“What are you going to do?”

Now she sat back and squashed her pussy against his cock. He groaned and smiled then closed his eyes. She gyrated her hips, rubbing all her wetness up and down his shaft, letting him know how good and wet she was. “Let’s keep playing.”

“I want to keep playing,” he said.

“So let’s keep playing.”

“Tell me what you have in mind.”

“Devin’s nice enough to want to take us out for dinner.”

She watched him laugh. Really laugh. He looked at her. “You’re amazing. Fucking amazing.”

“I know,” she said, and scooted back and forth against his cock. He laughed and groaned, arched his back—trying to get it inside her again.

“Don’t,” she said, and patted his cheek again. “Bad boy.”

“You want him to take us out for dinner?”

“Let’s make him buy us a big steak. You’re even going to have a couple whiskeys.”

“On his dime,” Josh said, and smiled, liking her way of thinking.

“Right. And you’re going to sit there—”

“And watch you with him,” he finished.

“Can you handle it, champ?”

He moved his hands down to touch her again and she grabbed them and push them up over his head, put her face over his. She shook her head, felt her knot came fully loose and her hair fell around his neck. “I asked if you can handle it. Champ.”

“I’m pretty tough, you know,” he said.

“Let’s see how tough you are,” she said.

“Is that a challenge?”

“Hey,” she said, getting serious now.

He looked alarmed for a moment, almost disappointed. He said, “What?”

“Rules.”

“Rules,” he repeated.

She said, “This is Cayman only.”

“Cayman only?”

“This is today, tonight. That’s it. We go back to Toronto, it’s going to be over.”

“I know,” he said, understanding and nodding.

She could feel the tension of desire in him. “You got it?”

“I get it,” he said.

She said, “He’s my boss when I’m back in Toronto. When I’m at work, I’m at work.”

He said, “You’re so serious.”

She laughed, then blew a raspberry in the cup between his collarbone and neck. “I’m so serious,” she said, “you’re the one that’s always so serious. Now you’re trying to flip the tables on me.”

“I love you so much,” he said seriously.

She said, “I love you, too,” and lay her body against his, wrapping her arms around his head and kissing his hair. And she meant it. Truly meant it. She said, “We better get going.”

“Right. Before he takes off on us.”

“Before he takes off on us.”

“That fucking asshole,” he said and laughed.

She shushed him and whispered, “Watch out. He’s devious. He might be right outside the window.”

Now Josh rolled her over until she fell off him. She laughed as she watched him jump out of bed, moved to the window and look out, raising a fist over his head like if he caught somebody out there he would thump them. She laughed and applauded and said, “My hero.” It was amazing to see old Josh again. One from before. The boyish but unsure one, yet the one always seeking to find his confidence. There he was, making her laugh, standing naked with his dick still rock hard and wagging, fist raised over his head, faking a mean face.

He returned, climbed over top of her. She laughed, and squirreled out from under him. “Let’s get back down there,” she said, “what if he’s taking off right now? I want fun.”

“I want that fun,” he said, and climbed off the bed.

She gave him a cute face and said, “Well, let’s get going.”

He said, “You going down like that?”

She looked to see her bra cups pushed aside, her nipples exposed. She laughed and said, “Dress me,” tucked her hands behind her back and thrust out her chest.

Josh bit his lower lip, studied her exposed nipples, ran his fingers under the triangle cups of the bra and covered her up again. Then changed his mind and tugged one cup aside enough that a half-moon of brown nipple flesh was exposed. “Oh yeah?”

“Yeah,” he said. “And this . . .”

Now he ran a hooked finger under the scoop of her bikini bottom, tugging it over and flossing the crotch between her engorged and wet labia. She looked down, and saw half of her pussy exposed, pubic hairs scrabbling out the side. She looked back at Josh, and said, “You really think so?”

“I dare you.”

She fixed her bikini bottom so they sat right. “No way, Josh,” she laughed, “no way.”

“Spoilsport,” he said.

She tugged one of the one bra cups completely aside so her breast was exposed. “How about this?”

“You wouldn’t dare.”

She walked toward the bedroom door, letting Josh see her nipple, saying, “Like I don’t even know it’s out. What do you think?”

“Oh my God,” he said, doubling over but still following behind.

She looked at his dick and said, “You’re going down like that?”

Now he laughed and said, “Absolutely no way. I can’t believe I did it in the first place. I can’t believe I let you talk me into that.”

“I’m pretty sure I could talk you into anything,” she said.

“Pretty much,” he agreed.

She was sure she was right.

Josh went to the suitcase, brought out another pair of swim trunks. “I really can’t believe I did that down there. Took my shorts off. Like holy shit, Kimmy,” him he said, sitting down on the foot of the bed and pushing his feet through the leg holes of the swim shorts. “That was crazy. Like, in high school I would’ve been so scared. I would never have done that. I can’t believe I did it.”

“I’m proud of you,” she said, fixing her bikini top, then leaning on the bedroom door. “Now let’s get down to the beach because I’m not done playing . . .”