Page 30 of Ship Happens
“Can nothing come easy for me?” she screams at the ceiling. “Maverick, turn around. I’ll have to remove my shirt to untangle the bra.”
The ache intensifies as I turn and imagine what her breasts look like. I can’t help it. She was talking about them, and now they’re all I can think about. It feels wrong, like I’m violating her privacy by imagining her tits, but I can’t stop my mind from squeezing and licking and sucking every fantasized inch of them.
Frankie mutters something under her breath, and I turn to ask her what she said, completely forgetting that she’s currently disrobed. She lets out a scream that I hear loud and clear, and then she slaps me hard enough to put a hadron collider to shame.
I let out a groan of ecstasy as blood finally fills my cock and dampens the ache. The throbbing urge to empty my balls is much more tolerable than the desperate discomfort my entirebeing feels when I can’t get erect. But I’m definitely hard now. It doesn’t get much harder than this.
Unfortunately, Frankie notices.
“Youarea sick pervert! I knew it!” She snatches up the thin blanket and covers her chest, but the damage is done. I’ve seen them, and they’re beautiful.
I grab her bra and turn away from her to begin fashioning our fishing line. “I’m not a pervert. Pain gets me hard, that’s all. It doesn’t mean I’m not in control of what I do with my dick.”
“You have no impulse control. Shocker.”
She’s really starting to piss me off, which is a feat. My patience has known no limits when tested at every turn in my life, but Frankie has finally found the boundary.
“We aren’t who you think we are, and that’s what I need you to grasp.” I test the weight of the fishing line, then decide to add some heft and length via the bedside clock. “I’m not asking you to agree to anything immediately, but couldn’t you stop being a close-minded bitch for like, ten minutes?”
Frankie chokes on her indignation, scoffing and huffing until she finds her voice. “Close-minded...bitch?”
“Good. We’ve established that you aren’t deaf.”
Like a wild creature, she lets out a scream akin to the sound a mountain lion makes when it’s pissed. She lunges forward as much as the chain will allow as she goes on the attack. She thinks she’s tough, and I’ll admit that these little slaps of hers sting like hell, but I could break her in half with little to no effort.
Then the pain registers, and my cock is an iron bar.
I lie back and yank her body over mine, pinning her left arm under her body and stopping the onslaught. This position also pins her breasts against my chest, but I’m trying not to think about that.
She struggles against me, thrashing and screaming and making this so much worse. It’s been so long since I’ve indulgedin the pleasure of a warm body. If she keeps up this thrashing, I’m liable to come in my fucking pants whether I want to or not.
“You have to stop beating me up, sweetheart,” I say, trying to keep my voice calm. Instead, it comes out all low and gravelly, like I’m trying to seduce her. That only makes her panic more.
“I won’t let you take me!” she screams at the top of her lungs.
It’s fine. I didn’t need my right eardrum.
Her thighs press against my cock as she squirms in my hold. I’m past the point of needing pain, so the erection is here to stay and the end result is inevitable if I can’t get her to be still. I grip her tighter with my left arm and squeeze my legs together. Her thighs fall to either side of my hips, and I don’t know if this is better or worse.
“No...that will fucking split me in half,” she whimpers, and fuck her for that. And fuck her for how warm she is between her legs.
“I’m not going to do anything to you, but you need to be still.” I move my arm to adjust my grip, which gives her room to wiggle.
Repeatedly.
With a grunt, I hold her against my body as I come in my board shorts.
Frankie seems to realize what’s happening. Either from the horror or the finality, she finally relaxes against me.
“Did you just come in your pants?” she squeaks.
I push her off me and go back to situating the fishing line. “Yes, but that was your fault, not mine. I asked you to stop moving. Trust that I got zero pleasure from it.”
That’s enough to shut her up. For now. I’ll have to answer questions later, I’m sure, but right now, I just want to get free so that I can tell Jim the deal is off. He can kill her for all I care, but I refuse to spend another minute with a woman who can’t listen to sense or see reason.
I fasten the alarm clock to the bra, then rip out the electrical cord from the lamp so that I can extend my line. Once everything is hooked together, I toss it out. It takes a few tries, but Frankie stays quiet as I reel in the bag.
“The keys should be in the side pocket,” she says as I hoist the bag onto my lap.
