Chapter 140

His eyes rake over me, taking in every inch while a small, wicked grin plays at his lips. Reaching behind, I undo my bra and let it fall to the floor. Hooking my thumbs under my panties, I slowly slide them down my legs until I’m standing naked in front of him.

When I reach for my bikini, he steps closer and says, “Oh no you don’t.”

He takes a slow lick of the ice cream, reminding me of the first time I’d seen him do that. It’s having the same effect on me now, and all I can think about is how good that tongue had felt on my pussy. His deep chuckle draws my eyes away from his gorgeous mouth. He knows exactly what he’s doing to me.

“There’s something I’ve been wanting to do since I first saw you working at that ice cream stand.”

I let out a shocked yelp when he brings the cone to my tit, covering my nipple and areola in ice cream. The shock of how cold it is makes my already hard nipples even harder, and when he wraps his hot mouth around me, licking up the ice cream, I nearly cum right there on the spot. He sucks greedily at my tit, teasing me to near insanity with his teeth and tongue. Just when I think I can’t take another second, he lifts his head and does the same thing to my other tit.

Clutching his shoulders, I throw my head back and give in to the pleasure that’s rushing through me. I can feel how slick my inner thighs are and my pussy is throbbing with need. All I can think about is how much I need to cum. He scrapes his teeth over my nipple, and I let out a groan. I run my fingers through his hair, keeping him pressed tightly against me, and when he gives my nipple a not-so-soft bite, my knees start to buckle.

One strong hand grips my hip, keeping me upright as he begins to kiss his way down my stomach.

“Lean back,” he practically growls at me, and the rough sound of his voice, knowing he’s barely keeping himself in check, has me quickly leaning back onto the bed and spreading my legs wide for him.

When he sees how wet I am, he whispers a “Good god,” and kneels before me. I’m propped up on my forearms so I can see him, and when he starts to bring the ice cream cone toward my pussy, I squeal and try to close my legs.

He laughs and grabs onto my thigh, gripping it firmly. “Not so fast,” he says with a grin. “Don’t you want to cum?”

I laugh and struggle a bit more just because I like it when he holds me still, I like to feel the strength in his hands, but when he touches the ice cream to my clit, the coldness of it makes my breath catch in my throat. He looks up at me as he wraps his lips around my clit, and watching him suck and tongue my clit with the mix of hot and cold has me cumming in seconds. I grip the bedsheets and scream his name as my body tenses beneath him. Wave after wave of pleasure crashes over me until my arms turn to jelly and I fall back onto the bed with a satisfied sigh.

Logan kisses my pussy, licking a slow line up my slit before giving my inner thigh a soft bite. He looks up at me with a big, satisfied grin on his face. “I guess it wasn’t such a bad idea after all.”

“No,” I say, my voice lazy with pleasure. “It was a very, very good idea.”

He laughs and takes another lick of the cone. “Get in your bikini and meet me on top. I want to get you someplace more private.”

I watch him walk away, loving how the muscles in his back move with every step, and then I quickly pull on my bikini and run to join him. I don’t know the first thing about sailing, so when he places me at the helm, I stand next to the large wooden steering wheel and try my best not to touch anything. Logan quickly unties us and gets us ready to leave the marina and then comes to stand beside me.

He turns on the small motor that allows him to easily slip in and out of the marina and guides us out of our slot. I give him a big smile when we start to move, and he returns it with one of his own. He’s put his sunglasses on, so I can’t see his eyes, but his big smile says it all.

When we’re far enough out on the water, he cuts the engine and pulls me in front of him, placing my hands on the wheel.

“Stay here,” he says, giving me a quick kiss on the cheek.

I grab onto the wheel not knowing what in the hell I’m doing and watch as he walks around the boat as sure footed as if he were on land. I don’t know what all he’s doing, but he’s doing it all with the kind of calm confidence of a man who’s done this a thousand times before. As he works, I notice that he keeps looking back at me to make sure I’m okay, and my heart is so full of love for him that I think it might burst.

When the sails are fully opened, I can’t help but look up in awe as they billow out in the wind. It’s a beautiful sight, but not near as beautiful as the bare-chested man walking toward me. He stands behind me again and wraps his arms around me, holding me tightly against him. I lean my head back and look up into his smiling face. I can tell being on the water is where he feels most at home, and I’m so glad he wanted to share this with me.

“Thanks for inviting me out on your boat. It’s amazing out here, Logan.”

He lowers his face to mine and kisses me deeply and then gives a deep chuckle when I almost fall over. His kisses already make me weak enough in the knees, but mixing it with the sway of the boat has me almost falling on my ass. Thank god, I’m at least not feeling seasick!

Nuzzling my neck, he says, “Our boat, Zoe,” which nearly does me in.

I don’t trust myself to speak, so I just smile and lean into his chest even more, allowing myself to feel completely protected and loved in his arms. We sail further away, and I’m amazed at how calming it is to be on the water with nothing but the strong wind rushing over me and the comforting sound of the sails flapping in the wind. I could stay out here forever.

When Logan rests one of his large hands over my stomach, holding me still, I let out a soft groan when he presses his hard cock even harder against me. I’ve been feeling it against my back since he first came to stand behind me, but I swear it’s gotten even bigger. My pussy clenches at the feel of its thickness, and I’m beyond nervous and excited about the idea of that massive cock being inside me.

His fingers play at the waistband of my bikini bottoms. One finger dips below, trailing a slow line across my lower stomach, and I let out a small gasp at the feel of him. Soon his whole hand is sliding under the fabric and he’s cupping my pussy tightly.

The side of his face is pressed against mine. His stubbled cheek drags along mine until his mouth is by my ear. The wet heat of his tongue caresses my earlobe before he whispers in my ear. “I want to watch you cum out here with the sun beating down on you and the wind blowing your hair. I want to see you fall apart at my touch.”

“Logan,” I whimper when he slides one long finger into me.

“Can you be a good girl and do that for me?”

He slowly draws his finger out of me and brings it to my clit.

“Yes,” I moan.

“You’re always so fucking wet for me, Zoe,” he murmurs against my ear. “Such a good girl.”

I grip the wooden steering wheel as my hips start to move against his hand. My legs are already shaking, and when he slides two fingers into me, the rush of pleasure leaves me speechless. All I can do is moan and whimper, pressing my ass even harder against his cock while he fingers me slowly.

“Fuck, Logan!” I manage to gasp.

“Oh, we’ll definitely be doing plenty of that later,” he says with a laugh, giving my earlobe a bite before kissing a line down my neck.

He runs his tongue along the crook of my neck. I feel like my body is going to combust from pleasure overload.

His cock is now pressing against my ass cheeks as he grinds against me, and all I can think about is getting that cock inside me.

“Please,” I beg.

Wet fingers circle my clit as he whispers, “Please what?”

“I need you to fuck me. I want that big cock of yours.”

I’m rubbing my ass against him, desperate for more, not caring what I look like or even if the whole damn world can see me. All I care about is getting Logan’s cock inside me.

“Not yet, my sweet girl.” He speeds up his fingers, fingering me and rubbing my clit until nothing else exists except the pleasure he’s giving me.

“Now, cum for me, Zoe.”

And I do. I scream his name into the wind and grip the wheel as I cum so hard, I’m momentarily blinded. My hips work against his hand and cock, and his fingers are relentless, never allowing me the chance to come down before he’s forcing another orgasm onto me. It’s only his hand tightly cupping my pussy that keeps me upright. I’m limp weight as all my strength leaves me.

“I will never get tired of watching you cum,” he whispers against my neck.

Sliding his hand out of my bottoms, he brings his wet fingers to my mouth. “Do you want to taste how sweet you are?”

He pauses with his glistening fingers almost touching my lips and then lets out a groan when I lean forward and suck them into my mouth. The taste of my pussy on his skin has me moaning. When I run my tongue over the sensitive skin between his fingers, he lets out a deep growl and presses his mouth to mine, kissing me around his fingers. Our tongues meet and clean his fingers together, and then he’s sliding them out, cupping my cheek with his wet hand as his lips devour me.

When he pulls away, I cover his hand with my own and look into his gorgeous eyes. I know he’s barely hanging on. The desire in his eyes is so intense it makes me blush.

“How much longer are you going to make me wait?” I ask.

“So impatient,” he says with a laugh. “Don’t forget you’ve already gotten to cum multiple times since stepping onboard.”

I smile remembering how great each one of those orgasms had felt.

He kisses my forehead and focuses his gaze back out onto the water. “Not too much longer. I’m taking us to a small cove I found a long time ago. We can anchor there and spend the night.” He lays one hand high up on my chest so his fingers are almost wrapped around my neck. It’s an incredibly possessive gesture, and I shudder a bit at the rush of pleasure it brings me. “I want to fuck you beneath the stars tonight. Would you like that?”

His thumb caresses my skin, and I have to force my brain to keep working. “Yes,” I finally manage to say.

With his fingers dancing along my skin, I barely register what he’s doing, and it’s not until my bikini top falls down that I realize he’s untied it. My instinct is to yelp and cover my bare breasts, but his hands quickly grab my wrists and lower them.

“We’re all alone, Zoe. It’s okay.”

It feels weird to be standing here completely topless with the sun shining down on me and in full view of what feels like the world.

“I would never let anyone else see you. Possessive, remember?”

I hear the smile in his voice, but I also know he’s not joking, and I’m comforted knowing he’d never put me on display like that for others. I like that he wants me all to himself. In one quick motion, he’s untied the strap on my back and shoved my top into one of his pockets so it doesn’t blow away.

“It makes me happy to see you. Besides, you have beautiful tits. They should never be hidden from me when we’re alone.”

I smile at his words, but it quickly turns into a moan when he reaches one hand up to cup my tit, kneading it in his hand before giving my nipple a good pinch. I resign myself to the fact that I will never own another pair of dry panties or bikini bottoms again. I’m doomed to spend the rest of my life with a very wet pussy. I turn my head far enough back so I can plant a kiss on one hard pec. It’s a heavy burden to bear, but I guess I’ll survive.

The rest of the afternoon passes quickly, and I soon get used to being topless. It feels freeing and naughty, and I love the way Logan can’t keep his hands and eyes off me. We’re both barely hanging on by the time he lowers the sails so he can maneuver us into a small, secluded cove. It’s absolutely gorgeous. There’s a white sandy beach and water so clear I can easily see the bottom.

I find a place to park my butt so I’m not in his way as he puts down the anchor and does everything that needs to be done so we can stay here for the night. The sun is close to setting when he comes back to stand next to me.

“You must be starving. I’ll go fix us some supper,” he says, but before he can walk away, I grab onto his wrist and pull him to me.

“I am starving, Logan, but it’s not food I want.”

I kiss his chest, running my tongue and lips over all that hard muscle. I’ve waited long enough, and I’ll be damned if I’m going to let something as insignificant as supper stand in my way.

“I need you now. Please, Logan.”

For one horrible second, I think he’s going to insist we wait until after supper, but when I try to sneak a finger under the waistband of his swim shorts, he groans and picks me up. I let out an excited squeal as he carries me down below.