Lost then Found Page 15

  I looked over at Erica. She was watching the pier, the wind was picking up her hair, sending it flying wildly in all directions. She grabbed ahold of it, keeping it out of her eyes as I watched the profile of her face.

  “Where are you taking us?”

  “Sweetheart, anywhere you want to go,”

  She rolled her eyes at me, not understanding how serious I was. All she had to do was pick a destination and I’d take her there.

  “Oh really? How long would it take us to get to Europe?” she asked, still watching the land as we sailed out of the marina.

  “Four days. That’s where you want to go?”

  She smiled, not looking at me so that all I could see was the side of her mischievous smirk - that look that I knew so well.

  “That’s where I’m going to take us,” I said decisively, when she didn’t answer verbally.

  Finally, she looked at me, her eyes wide like I’d just done something amazing, instead of just making a simple decision.

  “I…” Her gaze falling to my lips as I smirked at her, “I’d like that.”

  But then, with a start, she turned away, letting her hair go so that it whipped around her face in the wind. Whatever moment we’d had passed and I put Jack down so that I could get back to showing him around the yacht.

  “Maria tells me that she was only instructed to get Jack’s bedroom and one master suite ready.”

  “Who’s Maria,” I asked in confusion.

  “Housekeeping.”

  I sighed, sitting down on the opulent bed. I wasn’t going to force Erica to share my bed, but I certainly didn’t want to make it easier for her to disappear from my side. The box in my jacket pocket dug into me as I sat. I supposed that our first night on our yacht as we started to sail across the Atlantic, was as good a time as any other.

  “Here,” I said, showing her the box. “This is for you.”

  She stopped her investigation of the room and came over to me.

  “What,” she asked, practically standing between my legs, not taking the jewelry box “What is this?”

  “Open it and find out.”

  She took the box, letting a high pitched squeak as she opened it and saw what was inside.

  “I want you to wear this.”

  She picked the ring out of the box, staring at it, as it lay in the palm of her hand.

  “Aidan,” she whispered, “It’s beautiful. I can’t…it’s too much…I can’t take it.”

  I plucked the ring from her palm and, keeping hold of her hand, slipped the ring down, onto her finger. It glittered, right above her wedding ring - just as I had imagined it.

  It fitted her perfectly.

  I wasn’t a superstitious man, but surely that was fate - it fit her perfectly, just like she fitted me perfectly.

  “You bought this for me?” she asked, looking at me with wide, shocked eyes.

  I smirked, remembering how withholding information this morning had got her so riled up. Would I get the same treatment when I refused to tell her where this ring came from? Would she push me down, taking control as she straddled me and rode my cock, like she had before?

  “No,” I said, my smirk widening as she looked at me expectantly. She was going to have to wring the answers out of me. She sat down on my lap, staring at her hand like she couldn’t believe her eyes. The ring looked good on her, just like I’d expected, but I wanted her focus back on me. She looked up at me, the look on her face so lost that all thoughts of teasing her vanished.

  “It was my Mom’s,” I said, tucking a strand of her loose hair behind her ear.

  “You want me to wear…” she said breathlessly, looking between my face and the ring on her finger. Suddenly, her weight shifted on my lap as she surprised me with a kiss; her lips pressing against me, hard and messy and ravenously hungry.

  I grabbed hold of the back of her head, my fingers twining through her hair as I held her to me, making sure that she wouldn’t stop kissing me. Like this I could believe my fantasy: that Erica had married me because she loved me, and that she was proud to wear my engagement ring, not because it was obviously valuable, but because she wanted the world to know that she’d agreed to be mine.

  I heard her moan: a little, high-pitched needy sound. It did something to me, that sound. It stirred something in me, something deep in my chest that made me feel like I was being torn in half.

  There was no point even trying to hide my answering growl of approval. Or the bulge growing in my pants. As bad as I wanted her in that moment, I started to realize I would always want her. It would never be enough. I would always be desperate for her.

  Just I turned to throw her down on the bed, there was a loud knock on the door. Erica froze on my lap, her hands, gripping onto my shoulders like she thought we were in danger. The person outside knocked again, loud and obstinate. I just knew they weren’t going to go away. With an annoyed grunt, I lifted Erica up and went to get the door.

  19

  Erica

  We’d left land behind a few days ago.

  I can honestly say I’d never been as relaxed as I was right now. The yacht was massive and there was a full crew and staff to look after us. The crew were the ones who actually looked after the boat and kept us afloat. Plus a whole team of other staff who were there to make sure our trip was as much fun as possible. There was an award winning chef in the kitchen, a bartender to bring us drinks and a couple of maids. It was like a gleaming, floating luxury resort, built just for the three of us.

  I couldn’t remember the last time I’d gone so long without thinking about work! Out at sea there was no cell coverage and there was no way for me to get ahold of the office or for my assistant, Bethany, to get hold of me. Maybe I should have felt guilty, but it was nice knowing that I literally couldn’t get any work done!

  However, on that first morning on the yacht, I’d seen Aidan talking into what looked like an old-fashioned, bulky cell phone. I would have laughed if it hadn’t been for the serious expression on his face. He’d been talking to Nora, his Dad’s nurse, seeing how Roderick was doing. My heart went out to him…but when I tried to ask him about it, Aidan had just brushed me off, misunderstanding my question and explaining that he was using a satellite phone.

  I didn’t ask him if I could use his phone to call Bethany. Instead, I let myself get back to relaxing.

  After a morning stretched out in the sun, I’d copied Jack and gone to lie down for a little nap. Aidan had just come in to the master bedroom, bearing a tray of food for a late lunch, that he tried to feed me.

  “Oh, oh,” I said, fighting the urge to spit. Aidan laughed at the face I was pulling. “It’s too salty!”

  “Swallow it, I’ll give you another one.”

  “Ugh, no,” I said, swallowing it down, trying not to taste it.

  “Hold still, I’ll put cream on it. That should help you get used to the taste.”

  He picked up another blini pancake, loading it with sour cream and then a little caviar. He held it up for me to eat. I went to take it with my hand, but he shook his head and moved the blini away from me.

  “Tut tut, open wide. I want to feed this to you.”

  We’d been in the yacht for a few days, but we hadn’t had sex since that time in Connecticut. Something kept stopping me. I wasn’t sure if Aidan was angry with me for how I’d treated him, but I just couldn’t work up the courage to reach for him like that again. I guess, I was waiting for him to make the first move. There had been a couple of times when I thought he was making the first move, but then one of the staff would appear, or Jack would need us, or Felix had some paperwork that needed to be signed immediately…And Aidan would move away. Maybe this time he really was making the first mov. God, I hoped he was. I had needs to!

  I opened my mouth obediently and he plopped the blini between my lips, catching my top lip with a cold blob of cream.

  “Hmm, that’s right,” he said, as I started to chew. The caviar did taste better with cream, but t
hat was just a distant thought, because I was the focus of Aidan’s laser attention as he rubbed his thumb along my top lip, wiping the cream away. I swallowed heavily, hoping he’d feed me another blini.

  “Here, suck this,” he smiled, pressing his thumb to my lips. I opened up, sucking him in with enthusiasm. I licked at him, tasting the cream and, underneath that, the indefinable taste that was pure Aidan.

  My skin prickled, making me hyper-aware of all my senses: of the way Aidan tasted. The way he looked at me with wide pupils, like I was the sexiest thing he’d ever seen. The way he smelled, musky and masculine, unlocking something primal in me. The way his thumb felt in my mouth, heavy and solid, a poor imitation of his cock.

  I closed my eyes, swaying towards him as I remembered what it felt like to have his thick cock fill my throat. Strong hands caught me, pushing me backwards onto the bed. My back hit the mattress before I even really understood we were moving, Aidan’s large body caged around me, a wall of protective and possessive muscle keeping guard over me.

  How had I gone without touching him for so long? I felt almost feverish as I ran my hands up his arms, feeling the strength there, in his sharp biceps and triceps. He leaned down, slotting our lips together and kissing me slowly, languid and intimate kisses that I desperately want to turn filthy.

  “Aidan,” I moaned, breathy and needy, when he pulled back slightly. When did I start to sound so wrecked?

  But then Aidan’s large hand was cupping my cheek.

  “Erica, Erica, Erica,” he whispered roughly, his voice just as broken as mine. God, hearing him sound that way, it was like a punch to the belly, arousal shooting through me with blinding force.

  I was pliant beneath him as the wide expanse of his muscle-bound thighs pressed me down. I was still in my swimsuit, his hardening cock was obscenely obvious through the material of his pants. God it had been too long. My pussy was tingling already, at the memory of all the things he’d done to me before, of the ways he’d made me cum on that fat cock.

  His hands were running all over me, it was like he’d gone too long without touching me…and now he wanted to to touch me everywhere at once, to memorize exactly what I felt like. And, fuck, I wanted to let him. His touch was reverent, like he was worshiping me.

  His hands were everywhere - except where I needed them. I could feel myself getting wetter as fingers unhooked my swimsuit, peeling it back to expose my tits but not quite touching the needy nubs of my hard nipples.

  My back arched, instinct taking over as I tried to get closer to him. He didn’t need any more invitation. What started out as worship was turning filthy, his fingers lightly grazing my nipples started out as gentle caresses but quickly turned rougher - little playful pinches that made me writhe. He lowered his mouth, his tongue soothing but I could feel the sharp edge of his teeth, sending a burst of adrenaline through me.

  He knew exactly what he was doing to me. I could feel the shape of his smirk as he kissed his way down my body, letting go of my nipple to kiss the underside of my tit and then further down. I quivered, my body trembling as he made his way to my naked pussy.

  “Hmm,” Aidan murmured, his nose nuzzling at my wet lips, his hot breath making me spread my legs wide. “I like this view, you have such a cute pussy.”

  His tongue darted out, flicking my clit. I let out a yelp of astonishment. I clutched at the bed sheets, as I bucked up, unable to stop myself. Fuck, it had only been a couple of days, but I was desperate for him, so tightly wound that I was ready to explode with the slightest touch.

  “And you taste delicious, the sweetest thing I’ve ever tasted,” he licked me, his tongue wasn’t pressing into me. He really was just tasting me, swiping at my juices with the flat of his tongue. “I could stay down here for hours, savoring you.”

  He dived down, lapping at my pussy like it really was the sweetest thing he’d ever tasted, like he was starving for it. All I could feel was the heat of his tongue, inexplicably hot and strong, pushing me higher and higher, I was so close, my vision blurring with the intensity.

  I was spread open for him, nothing for me to do, but let him ravish me with his hungry mouth. My whole body was trigger tight and I knew that the slightest touch from Aidan would send me careening over the edge of orgasm.

  He looked up at me, that cocky smirk in place. The whole lower half of his face was glistening wet. I glared at him, my mouth open and throat dry, like I’d been screaming although I wasn’t sure if I’d been making any noise or not.

  With one, last lingering look, he got back to work, sucking on my clit and bringing my world to a crashing halt as my orgasm slammed into me.

  “Yes!” I cried out, my hands curling into tight fists I fell, collapsing back onto the bed, although I didn’t remember sitting up.

  Moving slowly, his muscles sleek as he crawled up my body, stalking forward, upwards, dropping open mouthed kiss to my shaking and tender skin.

  “I think it’s time,” he said, his face just above me, “That I give you the fucking you deserve.”

  “Yeah,” I nodded, trying to speak normally, but none of my muscles seemed to respond.

  I could feel the thick head of his cock right at my soaking wet entrance, spreading me wide as he pushed into me, splitting me in half. My legs were weak, trembling so that I barely had the strength to wrap them round his waist, holding him inside me.

  Aidan put his mouth to mine, making me taste myself on him as he forced a domineering kiss onto my willing lips. He kissed like he fucked, sometimes fast and demanding, or sometimes slow and intimate, so overwhelmingly raw that I could hardly breath.

  His kiss and his cock inside me, they paralyzed me, making me pliant beneath him so all that I could do was lie back and accept the unstoppable force that was Aidan, giving it to me hard and unrelenting.

  “You always look so good when I’m in you, “ he grunted, his voice low and rough.

  He was filling me in an impossible way, so devastatingly good that it was obliterating my mind, I couldn’t think, I couldn’t do anything but squeeze my eyes shut. I was going to cum again!

  “Open your eyes, I want you to look at me, look at what I’m doing to you, keep your eyes open and look at me when you cum,” his voice rumbled, commanding me and I was powerless to do anything but obey. My fingers dug into his back, clawing at him as my pussy clamped down on his cock and I came with a scream.

  I blinked my eyes open, and found that he was watching me.

  “Are you mine?” he asked in a hoarse voice, and I couldn’t think of any other answer but the obvious one.

  “Yeah, I’m yours.”

  I tried to to keep my eyes open, to watch him as my body shook in bliss. I could feel him cumming inside me, filling me again and again. My eyes fluttered shut at how deeply he was reaching into me.

  His cock was still inside me, still hard. I didn’t want him to pull out and break this connection between us. He kissed me again, slow sweet kisses, that changed the angle of his cock and sent another spark of electricity shooting through me. Slowly he pulled out, and then agonizingly slowly he pushed back in, filling me again.

  This wasn’t the same desperate fucking as before, this was slow and deep and I didn’t want him to go any faster.

  He grabbed hold of my hand, pressing it into the bed as we both squeezed our fingers together, gripping hard. It was a bruising grip but I didn’t care. All I could do was cling on to him, feeling lost and overwhelmed as he fucked me slow and deep, raw and intimate.

  My orgasm snuck up on me, catching me by surprise as I let out a sound that was part sob when I felt his cock spasming inside me. Marking me, finally claiming me again.

  My muscles were still shaking as I finally closed my eyes, letting myself enjoy the feeling of Aidan slowly pulling out of me.

  He rolled away. It was too soon. I was naked and exposed and I wanted him to hold me.

  I reached out to him, ready to bridge the gap between us - but just then the phone rang! The silence of
the room was broken, destroying the mood. I dropped my hand.

  Aidan got up, completely naked strode across the room to pick up an old style phone from the wall. I snorted in amusement, it looked like an old landline phone, and lounged back in the soft sheets. They felt so good against my skin, even against my sensitive, still pebbled nipples. Actually, everything felt good. My pussy throbbed, sated and completely satisfied.

  “Yes,” Aidan barked into the phone. His back was to me and my eyes idly traced the strong muscles of his back, down to his cute buns.

  “No, no, don’t bother Felix, just put him on,” Aidan said, turning so that I could see his front. The strong muscles of his chest were so well defined. Just looking at them did something to me, no matter that I’d just cum on his cock. God, I could stare at him all day!

  Slowly, savoring the opportunity to just look at him, my gaze lowered. Down to his abs and sharp Adonis belt…and then lower still.

  “Jack,” Aidan said, in that gentle tone that I’d noticed he always used with Jack. All my dirty thoughts evaporated instantly. I sat up in bed, pulling the sheet up to my chin.

  I should have guessed that the landline phone was an internal phone for calling people in other places on the yacht. Someone on the crew had phoned Aidan because something was going on with Jack. I frowned, no matter how relaxed I was, there was a small part of my mind that always worried about Jack.

  “You know you can’t go in the infinity pool by yourself! I told you that. Wait for me. I’ll come up and swim with you.”

  There was another, longer pause.

  “Yes, Pierre. You did the right thing. Make sure he waits there, I’ll be right out.”

  Aidan hung up, smirking at me, like he was enjoying catching me staring at his naked body. I smiled back. He was a handsome man, I wasn’t ashamed to admit I appreciated the way he looked.

  “Jack wants to go swimming,” he said, opening the door to the walk in closet and stepping inside. He came out a second later wearing a pair of swim trunks. “Come up and join us when you’re ready.”