Page 55 of Riding A Cock-Horse
“Jude, you beautiful man—I could kiss you!”
I can barely make out his features, even though he's only inches from my face. His hair is inky black and slicked back, but even I can see the smoldering fire in his dark eyes. Being the hussy that I am, I take it as an invitation. I pull him to me, and I kiss him with all the passion and pent-up lust that I feel for him. There’s also gratitude that he saved me and awe for his ceaseless amount of knowledge, but mostly it’s just good old sexual attraction because Jude is one fine piece of ass. He reminds me more of Jack—there's no shyness to him like with Arthur and Theo. There's an assertive dominance that I can get behind any day of the week. I pull back and lick the outer shell of his wet ear.
“The safety word is ‘fuck me harder’.”
Jude sputters out of a laugh.
“What?!”
“The safety word—it's ‘fuck me harder’. And by safety word I just mean fuck me harder.”
I wrap my naked form around his and line his dick up to my opening perfectly. I waggle my eyebrows as I slip down on a shaft.
“Now, I can cross off ocean boning from my fuckit list,” I croon in satisfaction.
Jude chuckles, but attempts to push me off of him.
“Now is not the time.”
Suddenly, a head pops up next to us.
“What the hell's going on here?!”
It's Nestor, and he's in human form again.
“Ocean boning!” I crow.
“Oooo, let me in on that action.”
Jude huffs in vexation.
“What about the others?”
“I saw the boat take off toward the mainland,” Nestor comments.
“Yes, I told Theo to head in that direction because we desperately need to get those women to a hospital.”
“No worries. I can get us to the mainland, too. Right after we all ocean fuck,” Nestor stipulates. In the dim light, I watch Jude blanch.
“We arenotfucking!” he snaps at Nestor.
“Not you and I! I meant my mate and I. She's already on you. Let her ride you while I watch. It turns me on. Then, it’ll be my turn, and I'll show you how arealman fucks.”
Jude gives him an absolutely sour look and scoffs, “I think I can do just fine on my own, thank you.”
“Prove it,” Nestor challenges smugly.
“Yeah,” I taunt Jude. “Prove it.”
He stares back at me with a look that says, ‘challenge accepted’. Jude's natural assertiveness comes to the forefront as he wraps my legs tighter around his waist.
“Hold on,” he murmurs in my ear before jackhammering into me back and forth.
The man's ability to keep us above the water while giving me one of the most delicious dickings in my life is truly glorious. I hope Nestor is taking notes. Being in the water makes you practically weightless, and Jude effortlessly pulls me up and down. The motion is fluid and graceful—just like him. Within seconds, he has me coming, and I'm glad that Nestor took care of all the water predators because they could surely smell my feminine slickety-frickety.
Being the consummate British gentleman, Jude makes me comefivemore times before he finds his own release. I don't want to say anything, but Nestor has some seriouslystiffcompetition. I grin at my mental sex pun as Jude fills me with sperm floaties. Nestor shoves him away, ripping me from Jude’s warm body.
“My turn,” he growls in his thick brogue.
