“I plan to kick your ass later,” Cole said, following her gaze to the table.
“Ping-Pong?” she asked with a laugh.
“Yeah, and if you hit the balls overboard, you have to go in after them.”
She laughed harder and followed him to the doorway leading to the interior. They were shown into a luxurious bedroom and a moment later, their luggage was brought in.
“If you’d like to change into something more appropriate …say a bikini, the captain has said we’ll leave dock in just a few minutes.”
“A bikini, huh.”
He grinned. “Absolutely. The fewer clothes you wear for the next several days, the happier I’ll be.”
“How did you arrange this?” she asked, looking around, still stunned by the sheer opulence of the yacht. Cole was a wealthy man, yes, but this wealthy?
“Connections,” he said smugly. “It always pays to have friends in high places.”
She went into his arms and hugged him tightly. “Thank you. I’m so excited I can’t see straight.”
He returned her hug and held on to her for a long moment.
“We’re going to anchor off a small private island. You can swim right off the boat or we can boat into shore and laze on the beach or we can sunbathe right here on deck. Whatever your whim is, I’m here to fulfill it.”
She pulled away and shook her head. “Sometimes I tell myself you can’t possibly be real.”
“Bet you won’t say that with my dick inside you later,” he said in a silky voice.
She shivered and goose bumps prickled across her arms.
He smiled and then leaned in to kiss her. “Get changed. Meet me topside.”
When Ren stepped back onto the deck, she didn’t see Cole anywhere. Assuming he was with the captain, she walked gingerly across the deck but quickly realized she wasn’t going to take a tumble.
Gaining more confidence she went to the rail, gripping it tightly as she stared over the ocean. It was like looking over a lake on a calm day. The only ripples were caused by the yacht as it plowed through the water. And it was so brilliantly blue that it hurt her eyes to look at it.
After a moment, she relaxed and rested her forearms on the side so she could lean forward. The breeze whipped at her hair and she vaguely thought she should have put it up.
A few days on the water with nothing more pressing to do than soak up the sun? Heaven.
A firm hand slid over her bare ass and remained there, caressing boldly. “Oh I like,” Cole murmured as he fingered the string of her thong. “So easily accessible. The question I ponder is whether I should take your pussy or your ass. This position is ideal for either.”
Shock thrilled through her veins and she started to rise but Cole’s hand pressed down on the small of her back.
“Oh no, stay right where you are, darling.”
She heard him unzip his jeans. He hadn’t changed into swim or loungewear.
Was he really going to fuck her right here on deck where anyone could see them? Not that there were many people. So far she’d only seen the captain but wasn’t there usually a steward? And could the captain see them from wherever he was piloting the boat?
She had no further time to contemplate the what-ifs. Cole spread her ass cheeks and his cock nudged impatiently at her pussy. As soon as he fitted the head to her opening he shoved forward, seating himself deeply within her body.
She gripped the rail to brace herself as the force of his possession sent her forward. Already she was teetering on the verge of orgasm. The excitement of him taking her right here in the open had her on edge. And he was big inside her. She was tight around him. She hadn’t been fully prepared for his entry and she gripped him like a fist.
He was relentless, not giving her time to adjust. He too seemed to like the tightness. His fingers dug into her ass and he made low noises of satisfaction as he drove into her.
“I wonder if you have any idea how fucking sexy you are,” he growled. He pressed in close, his body flush against hers, his mouth hovering just over her ear. He buried himself in her flesh, gripped her hips, held her in place and fucked her some more.
“When I came on deck and saw you standing here against the rail, wearing just that thong and a bikini top that barely covers your nipples, I damn near swallowed my tongue.”
She closed her eyes, leaning back into his chest, entranced by his words of praise.
“Your legs are spectacular. You’re lean but curvy in all the right places, and your skin, my God, your skin. It reminds me of twilight, dusky and creamy, soft and so goddamn beautiful. And your hair. I have the most perverted fantasies about wrapping my cock up in your hair and coming all over it.”
Her breath hitched and caught. Her fingers tightened around the rail until they were white and bloodless at the tips. It fascinated her that both he and Lucas loved her Korean features. Not just accepted but found her exceptionally beautiful and celebrated the traits that marked her Asian heritage.
Like Cole, Lucas loved her skin and her hair. Loved the lilt of her eyes and the unusual mix of brown and green.
Lucas was a match to her dark hair and skin. Cole was her opposite. Light to her dark, his hair a muddy blond, his eyes blue and piercing where Lucas’s were dark and sometimes menacing. Not that Cole was all sweetness. He could be as formidable as Lucas but perhaps it was more incongruous on him.
In her most secret fantasies, she wondered at what a child of hers and Cole’s would look like.
“Am I boring you, Ren?” Cole asked menacingly. He bit into the column of her neck, inciting a yelp from her. He slapped her ass with a stinging blow that had her immediate attention.
“What the fuck is your problem? You’re zoning out. Does my dick not interest you? Should I ram it up your ass? Will that get your attention?”
He pulled out of her, wrapped his arm around her waist and jerked her back from the railing. He pushed her roughly to her knees, his hand wrapped in her hair.
“If you aren’t enjoying my attentions, you’ll at least see to my pleasure.”
The blunt head of his dick bumped against her lips. She opened her mouth, not even trying to defend herself. He was right. She’d given him the ultimate disrespect when he was giving her nothing but the best.
He slid to the back of her throat and stayed there several long seconds, until her eyes watered and her throat convulsed. Only then did he let off and allow her to catch her breath.
His hand wrapped tighter in her hair and he pulled her head up, angling her jaw so that his entry was better. Then he pushed in again and began fucking her mouth with long, ruthless strokes.
“Kneel there and take it,” he gritted out. “Make it easier on yourself, Ren. Don’t fight me.”
No, she wouldn’t. Later, she’d fight because she remembered the turn-on for them both when she resisted and he subdued her, forcing her to his will. It was a practice she’d never dared with another man. Not even Lucas. She’d always been afraid of what would happen if her partner went too far, got too caught up in the act.
But Cole wouldn’t hurt her. Had never hurt her. No matter what he thought or felt guilt for.
Would he remember pinning her down, her being helpless and him slaking his lust? Would it still be a source of arousal for him?
It hadn’t come to her until now. A sharp memory brought on by his command for her not to fight. Was he even now telling her the opposite?
No, he looked too pissed. Too firm. Far too disapproving. He wouldn’t be playing a game now. He wanted to punish her and she’d take it because it was what she deserved.
His other hand slid over her cheek, over her ear and into her hair on the other side. He gripped her head with both palms and held her in place as he fucked her noisily. The wet sucking sounds, mixed with her gag, filled her ears.