Isabelle’s panted breath fans my cheek when I straddle the first WaveRunner in a queue of half a dozen before offering her my hand to assist her on the back. Her fingertips tickle my abs when she slots into the seat behind me before she bands her arms around my waist to hold me tight. Her touch sends an electric jolt down my spine, but before my cock has the chance to register the surge in electricity, I twist the throttle, grinning when Isabelle’s squeal overtakes Colby’s grumbled comment that I don’t play fair.
25
With Colby’s interest in Isabelle lighting a fire in my gut and Isabelle’s squeals of excitement reminding me I’m not as old as many of my competitors believe, I spend the next forty-five minutes putting the WaveRunner through the ultimate test of endurance. We glide over the salty water like ballerinas tiptoeing across a stage, spin around buoys like barrel racers fighting for a personal best, and our skin soaks up the late fall sun like it’s the middle of summer, but not once does the thread in my shorts snap under the strain of having Isabelle’s body plastered to mine.
The heat of her pussy on my ass doubles with every wave we jump, and the hardened peaks of her nipples scrape my back with every jolt the WaveRunner makes, but her breaths on my neck are responsible for the constant firmness of my cock. They’re needy and full of want, and I’m not a man who holds back when an opportunity for greatness is presented to me.
When Isabelle scoots back, endeavoring to put distance between us before I realize how close she is to answering her body’s every whim, I curl my hand around her thigh and tug her back in. She’s so near, even if the heat of her pussy didn’t expose her aroused state, the increase in her pants when she stops fighting the jarring movements of the WaveRunner would.
Although she moves her body in sync with the jet ski, her crusade to unravel me is smooth and enamored compared to the uneven and shaky advancements of her breaths. She floats her fingertips over the bumps in my midsection before shifting her focus to the fine hairs splayed across my pelvis.
Just when I believe I can’t get any harder, her tongue laps up the salty droplets of water on my back. I groan a wanton moan when the lashing of her tongue is quickly chased by her pinkie finger grazing the tip of my engorged knob.
The wetness glistening on the crown of my cock encourages her pursuit. With her breathing steady and the fleshy globes on her chest thrusting against my back, she slides her hand into my shorts. Precum seeps into my black swimming trunks when she circles her hand around my twitching shaft, but regretfully, her boldness ends there.
“Just like that, baby,” I instruct after curling my hand over hers to guide it up and down my rock-hard shaft.
I direct the movements of her hand for an additional half a dozen strokes before releasing it from my grip. The throb making my dick ache doubles in intensity when she continues stroking me without additional prompting. She glides her hand up and down my densely veined shaft, her pumps quickening when each pump adds volume to the droplet of precum on the tip of my cock.
After skimming her thumb over my crown to gather up the sticky blob, she uses it as a lubricant for her faultless pumps. The fervent moans seeping from her mouth as she drives me crazy spur me on. I rock my dick in and out of her circled hand for the next several minutes, grunting when the urge to come draws my balls in close to my body.
Her hands on me feel good,real fucking good, and it has me eager for so much more.
“Fuck, Isabelle,” I grunt out on a moan when she adds a second hand into the mix. She cups my balls to massage them in rhythm to her strokes. Her pumps are seamless, and they soon have my astuteness teetering on the edge of a very steep cliff.
As the wish to double the heat scorching my ass pummels into me, my race to climax hits full speed. Her lush tits scrape my back, her panted breaths bead condensation on my neck, and the scent of her heated pussy grows more ardent the longer she strokes my dick. I’m racing for the finish line, certain this is the beginning of a weekend-long fuck-fest, then I catch sight of a WaveRunner in the distance.
My jaw tightens when I freeze Isabelle’s stroke mid-pump. Her groan of disappointment kills my mojo even more than the gleaming grin on Colby’s face. He knows what he’s interrupting, and he assumes his interruption will stop the proceedings.
I have news for him.
I don’t release Isabelle’s hand when she attempts to slide it out of my swimming shorts. I keep it curled around my cock, where it’s meant to be, and where it will stay no matter how loudly Colby objects.
After pulling his WaveRunner next to ours, Colby asks with an arrogant smirk, “Are you guys okay? Are you out of fuel?”
I wait for his eyes to lift from the extended crotch of my shorts to my face before replying with the same edge of haughtiness to my tone. “We’re a little busy.”
With his brow arched and his grin not as prominent as it was earlier, he strays his eyes to Isabelle. If being caught with her hand down my pants isn’t already inflaming her cheeks, the arrogant wink Colby hits her with will soon have them firing up.
As stubborn as he is cocky, once he returns his focus to me, Colby tosses me one-half of a rope tied to the back of his WaveRunner. “Here, let me tow you back.”
“We don’t need a fucking tow.” I toss the rope back at him before hitting him with a warning-filled glare. Wanting to stay one step ahead of my competitors is what made me the man I am today, but another factor was differentiating the difference between a sure-fire winner and a loss that will see you lose more than a bit of self-esteem. Colby will not win when it comes to Isabelle, so he should back down now before he loses more than he can afford to lose.
My jaw firms to the point of cracking when my endeavor to give Colby his marching orders sees Isabelle slipping her hand out of my swimming shorts.
It gives Colby’s cockiness a second wind.
“Come on, Isaac, everyone needs ahandevery now and again.” When Isabelle burrows her inflamed face into my back, Colby chuckles. His lack of respect doubles my murderous gleam, which is the final warning he needs to back away. “I’m just joshing with you, Isaac. Don’t be so riled up all the time.” He steadies the revs of his WaveRunner before disclosing, “I just came out to tell you Henry Gottle is here to see you.”
I curse under my breath. With everything happening, I completely forgot about the meeting I had organized with him weeks ago. Not since we were jumped by a group of thugs has he visited my home turf, so I took advantage of his fondness ofMummo Kotito commence a conversation about a matter that’s been giving me the runaround the past several months. I need his expertise, and although I’d give anything to act ignorant to that fact, ignorance is not a strong point of mine.
The firmness of my jaw is heard in my words when I say, “Thanks, Colby. Tell him I’ll be there in a few minutes.” I don’t know if it’s the gratitude in my reply or the angst in my tone that sees Colby leaving after only the quickest flirtatious gesture directed Isabelle’s way. Whatever it is, I’m glad his exit was done without additional commentary. What Isabelle and I are tiptoeing toward is already ambiguous. I don’t need her barriers up even more than they already are.
Once Colby’s jet ski is a dot on the horizon, I twist to face Isabelle. Her cheeks are a cock-hardening hue of pink, and her pupils are massively dilated, swamping her rich chocolate eyes.
After gathering her hand in mine, I kiss the edge of her palm before promising, “We’ll finish this later.”In a bed, where I can take my time with you.
I wait for confirmation to flare through her eyes before spinning back around and commencing our trip back to the jetty. Isabelle’s silence is off-putting but understandable. It isn’t every day you’re busted doing a sex act in public.
