His Off Limits Best Friend - Vivian Wood Page 0,49

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“This is amazing!” she said as they set sail on the gem-colored water. “I didn’t know you could navigate a boat.”

“It’s really not that hard,” he said. “The most challenging part is keeping in communication with the other seafarers. And, you know, avoiding the drunk boats.”

She leaned against the rich mahogany wood and popped a frozen grape into her mouth. “I expected you to have a fleet of servants or something on board,” she said. “With their little white gloves and everything.”

“Is that what you think of me?” he asked. Connor looked at her with what she thought was a slightly pained expression. “I hire help when it’s necessary. But really, I prefer not to be pampered and swaddled like a child when I can help it.”

“Sorry,” she said quietly.

All around them, a handful of yachts sailed by along with plenty of smaller boats. There was a generous sprinkling of jet skis, kayakers and stand up paddleboarders, too. “I’m going to try and get us away from the tourist area,” he said, and navigated the yacht toward the open water. “Go on up, I’ll meet you there in a minute.”

Above deck, she stood at the helm of the ship and stretched her arms out. Might as well get my Titanic moment in before he sees me, she thought. Eyes closed, all she felt was the sun on her skin and the gentle mist of the warm water splashing up from below.

“Show me your tits!” a voice called from far away. Her eyes snapped open and she dropped her arms. About fifty feet away, a group of guys who appeared to be in their twenties with fishing gear were in a little boat and staring at her.

Sam didn’t know what got into her, but she lifted up her fringed bikini top and smiled. They started to holler and cheer. She’d never felt freer.

“I see your modesty has gone overboard.” She turned and saw Connor behind her. He grinned at her as she went to lower the bikini top. “No, no, please don’t on my account.” She cocked her head, then removed the top completely.

“Fucking score, man!” one of the guys yelled to Connor, but by now their boats had sailed far from one another. She glanced around, but couldn’t see any other boats close enough to make out the people on board.

Connor approached her and she saw his erection through his trunks. He grabbed her waist and pulled her close. “You like putting on a show?” he asked.

“I don’t—”

“Turn around,” he said. She did as he instructed and felt his hands on her stomach. Both at the helm of the ship, he unbuttoned her cutoff shorts and slid them down her thighs. When they hit the floor, she stepped out. Sam could feel his hardness against her hip.

With one quick motion, he untied the bikini bottoms like a gift and tossed them aside. Connor wrapped one arm around her chest and began to fondle her breasts. His other hand wandered to what he thought would be the small landing strip she normally shaved into her mound. He felt nothing but skin.

“Naughty girl,” he told her.

She smiled. “I thought you’d like the surprise. I did it this morning.”

He tested her clit for a response and she gasped. Next, he worked through her folds to gauge her wetness. “You’re fucking insatiable, aren’t you?” he whispered into her ear. “Taste this,” he said, and brought a finger to her lips. It was coated in her juices.

While she sucked on his finger, she felt him drop his trunks. Connor pressed on her back. She leaned forward and grasped the railing. He entered her quickly, his hands clutched to her hips and thumbs dug into the dimples of her back.

Sam watched the turquoise waters rage against the slick whiteness of the boat. Connor grabbed her hair, which whipped around her face, and knotted it in his fist. He forced her head slightly up, and she saw there was a smaller yacht approaching. “Connor—”

“Don’t stop,” he told her.

She kept an eye on the boat as it approached. When she caught sight of a couple, likely in their thirties, she thought she’d crumble. But instead it turned her on, and his cock that pounded into her felt even more incredible. The couple were in lounge chairs, but sat up. The woman, a slender redhead, poked at the man. He lowered his sunglasses to look at them.

“They’re watching,” she told Connor. Her heart hammered. If the boats got any