The first 2/3 of this chapter are plot-driven, but it gets really smutty towards the end.
Wednesday Cont'd
Once Sanchez and Sykes got to the restaurant, it was clear that business was bad. The service was slow, even though the restaurant didn't have that many people with it. They chatted with the waiter. Apparently, business was good until the Prickly Pear showed up. Over the past several months, everyone's bottom line was hurting. Fewer people meant fewer tips, bills were mounting up, Chef Raul would yell even more, staff were quitting for other jobs.
"Like Sarah?"
"She had a new job?"
"She moved on to the Prickly Pear."
"Can't blame her. I hear the place is really nice. I've never eaten there though. Don't make that kind of money." He had a troubled look on his face.
"What is it?"
"Well, there was a rumor that Sarah and Chef Raul were having an affair. If she had ditched him, he would have really been pissed."
This was the break they needed. They called Captain Raydor who sent Flynn and Provenza to have a chat with Chef Raul's wife. He told her he wanted out of their marriage about a week ago. He said he had fallen in love with another woman, and he didn't need her anymore.
"Would you mind if we took a look at your husband's chef's knives?" Provenza added, remembering that a top chef will often keep a set a home.
"Take it all," she said.
They took the knives, just in case.
"It seems odd that he would leave his wife while he was in financial stress," Flynn said as they went to the car. "Surely, he would get stuck with alimony. How was he going to pay it?"
"With the insurance money, I bet."
They got back to the station and everything fell into place. The head waitress recognized him as the man she saw pretending to have a reservation.
The husband, as it turned out, had been poisoned with industrial cleaner, what you would use to clean industrial appliances, like those in a kitchen. The GPS on Chef Raul's car matched up with the payphone where the calls were made. Eventually, they found the motel where they had their liaisons.
Under the pressure, Chef Raul confessed. Sarah had promised that if he helped her off her husband, she'd give him enough money to save his restaurant. He told his wife it was over, thinking they would start a new, but then, Sarah saw a better deal. Why stay with him when she could join a new restaurant. Apparently, she had started seeing the head chef at the Prickly Pear. She used Raul as a stepping stone to what she wanted to have. He wasn't going to have it.
"Why did you leave her in your parking lot?" Sharon asked him.
"No publicity is bad publicity."
Sharon sighed. Well, Chief Pope is going to have to find somewhere else to eat.
After a long day, she got home. She was surprised to see Rusty and Craig making dinner.
"Lobster mac and cheese coming up," Rusty said.
She saw lobster shells sitting on a cutting board in Ziploc bags. WTF. "I'm going to use them to make a bisque," Craig answered the question before she asked it.
The kitchen smelled delicious, butter, cheese, lobster, garlic, scallions, all of it blending together in her nose.
Craig had made a garden salad and seared some chantarelle mushrooms to go with the mac and cheese. Dinner was delicious. The panko crumbs on top of the mac and cheese were the perfect finishing touch to dish. Craig mixed them with parsley and parmesan cheese and brought over a bottle of wine. There was peach soda for Rusty.
"He made the soda himself. He has this soda syphon," Rusty pointed it out. It looked like a penguin.
"I hear you caught a killer today," Craig said with a smile.
How was he so wonderful? Sharon thought to herself. He helped Rusty with his homework, made a glorious dinner, and somehow had the perfect smile, not to mention sun-colored hair and athletic body.
"We did, and Chief Pope is going to have to find a new restaurant."
"It was the Chef?" Rusty was surprised by that.
"He killed her with his chef's knife. I wouldn't want to eat there."
Craig and Rusty laughed at that. "Hopefully, she wasn't on the menu?" Rusty joked.
Sharon looked at him.
"What? Too Soon?"
Craig laughed at that. He could always appreciate an Archer reference.
"How's your essay going?" Sharon asked Rusty, trying to change the subject.
"It's going great. Craig had a lot of good ideas, and he bought me ice cream."
"You're spoiling him," Sharon gently chided. He's good with Rusty too! Sharon was in heaven.
"I like spoiling people," he flashed her a toothy grin. He bit into the mac and cheese. The rosemary and the tarragon played off each other just as he wanted them to. He thought of adding truffle oil, but decided it would overpower the dish. He was right. The plate in front of him was just as he wanted it. It was cheesy and gooey with a nice crunch on top.
The trio eating together was quite a scene. Like A Room with the View, they defied social conventions. A famous novelist eating dinner with his married girlfriend and her ward was not an every day occurrence for Los Angeles. Despite the odds, the three belonged together and were having a great time.
"I got invited to a charity auction next week at the Prickly Pear. I was thinking of buying a table. Would you and Rusty like to come?" What a small world.
"What's the Prickly Pear?" Rusty asked.
"It's a new restaurant, opened a few months ago. They make everything in house."
"Everything?"
"Everything but the booze and the cheese, although I know the owner, and she said they want to start making the mozzarella in house as well. They make bread, bacon, sausage, the cold cuts, the juice. They even grow the herbs on the roof."
"It sounds really good."
"It is. I was there opening night. The place was packed, actually, it's always packed."
"It sounds nice," Sharon said. She had never been to an opening night. She was beginning to realize that Craig came from a different world.
"They're raising money for Doctors without Borders, fancy food, live music, speeches to guilt people into writing checks."
"I wouldn't know what to wear." Sharon didn't own anything fancy enough for this, and neither did Rusty.
"Don't worry about that." Craig had a friend who loved to shop. She could find something perfect for Sharon.
"Do I have to wear a tux?" Rusty didn't know about tuxes. They looked stuffy and boring.
"Yes, but we can rent you one."
Rusty thought about it. "Can we go Sharon? I don't like the idea of wearing a tux, but the food sounds really good."
"Sure."
After dinner, Rusty headed off to his cell phone. Sharon cleared the dishes. Craig came behind her and kissed her on the neck. "I'm really looking forward to this weekend." The salty air, the bright sun, and he was hoping that Sharon would be wearing a skimpy bathing suit. Well, no matter what she was wearing, he planned on taking it off.
"Me too."
"I think you'll like my boat. I was thinking that Rusty might want to come to the beach with us in the morning and we could spend the evening just the two of us."
"I'd like that, but what will I do with Rusty."
"I thought about that. The YMCA has teen night on the beach. Bonfires, s'mores, the whole things, a way of keeping them out of trouble. He could bring a friend."
"That sounds like fun. I'll ask him."
He gave her a soft kiss. After some coffee, Craig headed home. He had a long drive ahead of him tomorrow.
Rusty was working on his essay. Sharon was sitting on her couch, trying to think. Everything with Craig was so wonderful, but what would his friends think of her, a police Captain who chases killers for a living. What if she didn't fit in to his world?
Rusty came out for a snack. He could see the look on Sharon's face. "What's eating you?"
She sighed, just trying to think.
Rusty looked at her.
"Do you know what Craig sees in me?" She asked him.
Rusty rolled his eyes. "Let me guess. You think that Craig is out of your league and you're afraid his friends won't like you, and your relationship will crash and burn."
"How did you know?"
"Lucky guess." A Room with a View felt relevant all of the sudden. "Look, Craig clearly likes you, and he wouldn't invite you to dinner with his friends if he didn't think they'd like you too. Instead of thinking that you don't belong, you should think about all of the reasons that you do."
"Thanks Rusty."
Rusty grabbed some cookies and headed to his room. He had work to do.
Thursday
The conference was about to start. Craig was stacking his plate with free food. He sat down as the announcer began.
The talks went until lunch, some good, some not so good. His favorite discussion was lead by a professor from Vassar on how to teach freshman English. Lunch was steak skewers and a roasted vegetable side dish. The vegetarians were fussing that their dish was just a box of vegetables. What else were they going to eat?
Craig sat down with his dish. Beside him was a colleague.
"I love conferences," she said.
"Really?" Craig only went so that the university would stop bothering him about never going to conferences. Apparently, you're not in academia until you waste time and other people's money sitting around doing nothing and calling it "enrichment."
"I get free food, a nice hotel room, away from my screaming children. It's like a vacation."
"But your husband's at home?"
"It's like a great vacation."
They laughed. Craig had an empty nest, so conferences didn't provide him the same salvation, but he could understand the appeal.
When he wasn't at panels, Craig was making arrangements for the perfect weekend with Sharon. He had his boat detailed, and his secretary went shopping for everything he needed.
Sharon had paperwork to fill out for the plea deal. She was relieved. In a couple of days it would be her and Craig and them on her boat, alone.
Rusty had a draft of his essay done. He wrote about how Charlotte helped Lucy and George to redeem herself. She spent her whole life being snooty and judging people, and she realized her own behavior divided two people who were clearly in love. Her helping them was her way of telling her society to stick it. Mr. Beebe proved to be her foil. He was this pleasant guy, unlike Charlotte, who saw the good in everyone, but he thought people belonged in their place. He didn't think Lucy and George should flout society by running away. He thought they should stay as they were. Rusty concluded that Mr. Forester was trying to say that sometimes nice people can perpetuate problems instead of solving them and people who are unpleasant can grow and surprise you. In Forester's world, nothing is how it should be. Somehow, Rusty's world was similar.
He e-mailed the draft to Craig after school. He then went to Major Crimes. He got a text from Brenda.
"How's it going?"
"Good. Craig's taking Sharon and me to the beach this weekend. We're getting on his boat."
"That's nice." Brenda was at work, trying to figure out what to do about Sarah and her husband's estate. According to Chef Raul, he killed the husband's on the wife's request. If that were true, her husband's estate belonged to his family, but if she were innocent, then his estate belonged to her and combined with her estate which belonged to her family. Of course, the two families were feuding and Brenda's team was supposed to investigate to figure it out.
They were working with SID to try and figure out exactly how the husband got poisoned, looking for any evidence that his wife was in on it.
While she was waiting for the reports to be done, she was working on another project, getting David into the Prickly Pear. She went to their website. Damn, this place was pricy. Love is money. Brenda looked at the website. Next Friday, the restaurant was going to be closed for an event. Brenda clicked on the link, Doctors Without Borders. She looked at the price of a table- holy crap. That wasn't happening.
Brenda got another text.
"Craig's taking us to the Prickly Pear next Friday. Some charity event."
"Is he getting a table?"
"I think so. Why?"
"This is the perfect chance to introduce Gabriel to the owner. I'm sure she'll be there."
Rusty sighed. "You're always scheming aren't you?"
"Like no other." Brenda had her plan. She just needed a little help from Craig.
Friday
The weekend came around. Craig drove home and tended to his garden. He gave Sharon a call. "Hey Babe, I just got back. I'll be ready to pick up you and Rusty tomorrow morning."
"Great." Shit! Sharon was thinking. She was scrambling to figure out what to wear.
"Make sure you bring you're appetite because we'll be going to my favorite beach breakfast shack."
"I will. Good night."
Saturday
The next morning, Craig beat the sun and arrived at Sharon's condo. He brought coffee, sure Sharon and Rusty would be sleepy. He also put a pillow and blanket in the backseat in case Rusty needed a nap. Rusty helped Craig load up the trunk, with their bags. Rusty climbed in the back seat and went to bed. Sharon started sipping her coffee.
They drove to Craig's favorite beach. He parked the car and found some beach chairs and an umbrella for them to put their stuff under. Sharon got a book out to read. Craig took the opportunity to rub her with sunscreen. "I don't want you to get burnt," he said as he kissed her behind her ear. She returned the favor, taking her time with his pecs and abs.
Rusty shook his head, put on his own sunscreen and hit the water.
Craig took his surfboard into the water. He liked hitting the beach early. Too late in the day and the beach was too crowded and too many impatient teens appeared, cutting the line, causing fights. Craig liked the early crowd better. They had respect.
Rusty went for a swim. He saw Craig hit the waves. Not bad for an old timer, Rusty thought. Eventually, Rusty was ready to come in. He ran to the umbrella and grabbed a beach towel. Sharon looked up. "Enjoy your swim."
"Yeah. I could eat though."
"I'm sure Craig will be back soon." She tossed him some peanuts to eat while they waited.
Craig put his board back and then came to the umbrella. "Ready to eat."
Rusty hopped out of his chair. Sharon laughed. They headed to the Shore Shack. Craig ordered the breakfast tacos, soft shell tortillas, filled with bacon, egg, refried beans, guacamole, salsa and sour cream. They came with a side of tater tots. Rusty got the French toast- stuffed with strawberry chutney with a side of sausage and hash browns. Sharon went with the breakfast burrito, with an veggie omelet, cheese, bacon, guacamole, salsa and sour cream inside.
The three ate at the counter. The meals came with fresh orange juice and coffee. "This French toast is so good," Rusty said as he stuffed his face. They put a little mint in with the strawberries. Rusty covered his plate with syrup.
Sharon bit into burrito. It was cheesy and chewy and very tasty. Craig started with his tacos. He ended up with food all over his mouth. After they ate their breakfast, they headed to the marina.
They got to Craig's boat. He had a weekender yacht. He bought it at a boat sale a few years ago and fixed it up himself. He stripped it down and built it back up, putting in new appliances, plumbing, furnishing, etc. He did everything except the paint. He left that to a professional paint shop.
Sharon was taken back. "It's lovely." The boat's name was Virginia Woolf. How fitting.
"Shall we?" Craig took Sharon's arm in his and led her to the boat. Rusty ran ahead, excited to get aboard. He'd never seen a real yacht before, much less get on one.
He ran to the top of the craft. There was a pirate's hat aboard. Of course he put it on. Craig laughed as he showed Sharon the deck. She looked out. The birds were flying. The water was pretty calm. There were a few crafts out already, but most people were on the dock, sitting back and drinking, chatting, etc.
Craig found Sharon and kissed her. "I can't wait until tonight." She kissed him back. "You are covered in sand," she told him with a laugh.
Rusty was having fun, playing with the steering wheel, running about the deck. It was like he was a boy again.
A couple approached the boat. "Craig!" The booming voice yelled out. Craig had been entangled with Sharon, her hands in his curly, sandy hair and his lips on her neck. He said, "That must be Tom and Amy."
"Hey guys," he said as he came to the edge of the boat. "Long time no see."
"I know, your ass is never here."
"I'm here now."
"Who's the lovely lady and what is she doing with a bum like you?"
"Tom, Amy, this is Sharon and Rusty." At this point, Tom and Amy had come aboard.
"This boat is so clean, unlike ours."
"That's cause we use ours," Tom ribbed.
"Would you like to join us for lunch? We're having a fish fry."
"Yes!" Rusty yelled excitedly. He loved fried fish.
"That sounds nice," said Sharon.
"We'll meet you on the dock at 1PM. Then it's cast off time." Tom and Amy went back to their boat.
"Want to go for a spin before lunch?"
Sharon nodded. Craig got the boat ready and they were off. He showed Rusty the controls and how to steer. Craig looked great behind the wheel. Shirt off, sun in his hair, sunglasses on, he was ready to roll out. Sharon explored the boat. He had a sound system, a little kitchenette, a bar, and a lounge area. It was nice. Sharon went up to the deck where she saw Rusty steering the boat.
Craig was coaching him. Sharon stood by her man and he slipped his arms around her. "Come here gorgeous," he hissed as he kissed her neck. The water was nice and calm. There were some young'uns speeding around, but it was mostly serene. The sky was blue, a few clouds in the air. It was warm, but not blazing hot. They had to re-apply sunscreen though. They'd be out all day. Craig was quite thorough with Sharon. He didn't want her skin to peel.
"It's almost lunch time," Craig noted. He turned the boat back towards the dock and let Rusty park it.
They got to Tom and Amy's boat, which was pretty chaotic. They had people everywhere, many of them had been drinking all morning. Amy was scrambling to get things ready. Sharon went to help her. They chatted as they cooked and drank margaritas. Sharon did more cooking. Amy transitioned to her margarita. Tom took the boat into the open water. The ladies got the fish and fries out and people drunkenly stumbled to get plates.
Sharon had haddock. Rusty had prawns and Craig went with the catfish. Each of them had a healthy serving of cajun fries. After lunch, they mingled with the guests for a bit. Tom returned to the dock so that people who were ready to head out could go. The rest kept on partying.
Sharon, Craig and Rusty got off the boat. They checked into their hotel room. Craig got a room at the Hilton. He planned on spending the night on the boat with Sharon, so he wanted somewhere for Rusty to be able to sleep in peace. They took their showers and got changed into street clothes. They hit the boardwalk. Rusty saw laser tag, and he was off.
Craig saw a giant dinosaur. He decided to win it for Sharon. He knew the games were rigged. He worked in an arcade as a kid, but he also knew the tricks to winning. He bought a round. He had three attempts to hit the target and make it snap first one bounced off the target, failing to move it. The second one was perfect and so was the third. Craig got the dinosaur for Sharon, and he grabbed a tiger for himself.
They walked down the boardwalk hand in hand, stealing kisses when they could. The giant animals were a bit of a nuisance. Eventually, Rusty rejoined them. He ran into a kid from his summer class who was with his parents. "They invited me to dinner. Can I go?" Rusty wanted to leave the lovebirds alone.
"Be good Rusty."
"I will be."
He was off. Craig and Sharon were alone. They put the animals in the hotel and headed to the stores for some window shopping. Craig noticed a beautiful dress that Sharon had been eyeing. It would be perfect for dinner next week. He made a note of the store, so he could return later. "I thought we could have dinner on the boat tonight," Craig told her as they headed back to his car. They drove to the dock.
Craig wanted to surprise her with dinner, so he had her relax on the dock while he cooked the food below. He made a ceviche with oysters, fresh lime juice, scallions, and tomatoes. He left it to chill in the fridge. He then made a quick marinade for the lamb chops using apple cider vinegar, brown sugar, olive oil, salt, garlic, onion, and crushed black peppercorn. He trimmed the lamb chops and added them to the marinade, leaving them in the fridge was well. He prepared the vegetables. Then, he set the table, setting up the candles, mood lighting and cueing the music. He heated up the grill, grilled the lamb chops and the vegetables. He grilled bananas rubbed in brown sugar to go in the dessert.
He finished the ceviche and plated the food. He opened the Chardonnay, poured it into the decanter and got Sharon for dinner.
She looked amazing, wind catching her long, brown hair. She wore a simple yellow sun dress that hugged her curves perfectly. Craig had on a blue button down shirt, leaving open the first couple of buttons and black slacks. He led her down to the dining area, which was also the lounge.
"It's beautiful," she said as she saw the candles, soft lighting, wine- which was always beautiful, and her delicious-looking plate. She washed her hands, and they sat down to eat. Craig had put the ceviche back into the oyster shells. Sharon took a bite. "It's so good." They started with the ceviche. Like the first time they met, the oysters had a way of getting them in the mood. After the oysters came the lamb and the vegetables. The lamb was perfectly grilled, the mint and cilantro enhancing it. The vegetables were tasty and spicy and everything was so pleasant. Sharon washed it down with a big glass of wine.
Ray Charles played in the background, setting the perfect stage to what was going to be a passionate night. Sharon and Craig didn't talk much. Their eyes said it all.
"How did you get to be so wonderful," Sharon asked him, finally breaking the silence.
"Well, I had plenty of time to practice." They laughed. Once his boys were in school, Craig had plenty of time to learn a variety of trades: how to build, how to cook, pair wines with food, and so forth. Once they graduated and moved out. He had time to travel, write, and go to shows. It was fun living like a bachelor, but now he was ready for something more. He wanted to share his life with someone, and out of no where, she found him.
After dinner, Craig brought out dessert: caramelized bananas with vanilla ice cream with a dark and white chocolate, mint, chipotle sauce. Craig made a big bowl for the two to share. Sharon took one bite and was in heaven. "This is ridiculous," she said as she dug in her spoon for another bite. After dinner, they headed back up to the deck. The boat was on autopilot.
The moon was rising, and the sun was setting. They briefly shared the sky together. Sharon turned towards Craig and kissed him, her hands finding his shoulders, his hands finding her waist. The kiss started nice and slow, the duo lazily exploring each other's mouths. As the wind blew harder, their passion ignited. Sharon started kissing his neck and biting him. He took of his shirt and pulled Sharon closer. They ended up lying on the deck, his hands slipping under her dress as she muttered and moaned into his ear. They tussled on the deck. It was warm from being under the sun all day. He pulled her panties off and began to rub her between her legs.
"AHHH!" She gasped loudly, caught off guard by his brazenness. He slipped his finger into her velvety folds and began to fuck her with them. Her face turned bright red and her skin flushed. Her pink nipples were hard and pushing against her bra. She was eager to fuck, but she thought they should get to bed. What if someone saw them? It was getting dark, but it wasn't that dark. She opened her mouth to speak, but a throaty groan escaped instead. Craig looked into her green eyes and smiled. His lips found her neck, and he began to alternate kissing and nibbling on her as his fingers kept her mind like jelly.
"You want more, don't you," he hissed in her ear as his other hand went to remove her bra. She wriggled and writhed beneath him as his hand found a hardened nipple and began to pinch it and tug on it, making her hiss a string curse words. His head found her other nipple and he began to suck on it. Her dress was more of a necklace now; it was hiked all the way up. "Lift up your arms." She followed his command, and he pulled the dress over her head, leaving her naked on the deck. He kissed his way down her stomach to her aching wetness and began to run his tongue along her outer lips. Sharon looked up at the sky and groaned. The moon was big and bright, and the stars were starting to make an appearance. The cold air felt nice as it moved across her body.
Craig plunged into her, his tongue greedily devouring her clit. Sharon's hips bucked forward, pushing herself into him. How is he so amazing? Sharon thought as he had his way with her. She never had a lover who was so insistent on pleasing her, nor so talented at it. I really should return the favor, well, not right now.
If it wasn't obvious, Craig loved going down on Sharon, her scent, her taste, her moaning and groaning. He just couldn't get enough. His fingers plunged into her, and as he flicked her clit with his tongue.
"OH FUCK!" she cried out. "OH FU-UUCK!" His fingers kept going as he kissed his way up her body. He found her left nipple and began to suck on it. Sharon's hands burrowed Craig's curly hair and she pulled him closer. "Oh YES! Keep doing that," she hissed. She arched her back, pushing her breast closer to him. He switched to her right side, his fingers starting to slowing down. He wanted this to last as long as it could.
Sharon was on fire. Her face was red, her breath short, sweat dripping down her back. Craig turned Sharon around, so her back was to his chest, and she was sitting on your lap. His lips found her neck and started to nibble on her his hands kneaded her breasts gingerly. She whimpered and moaned for more. "I'm so close," she cried out. She started to grind into him. She could feel an erection building in his trousers. Sharon turned around and unzipped Craig's pants. She pulled out his throbbing member and began to stroke him. He grunted as her hand moved gently up and down. His lips found hers, and his hands cupped her ass. She sucked his tongue into her mouth, enjoying the taste of her juices.
He kissed her cheek and then started nibbling on her ear. "You want to cum for me, don't you?" he hissed into her ear as his hand slipped back down to her cunt, rubbing her folds roughly.
"OH GOD YES!" Sharon started grinding herself against his hand. She was desperate. Her core aching, her nipples throbbing. She was ready to burst. Craig flashed her a toothy grin and lied down on the deck. He pulled on Sharon's hips. She slid forward as he pulled her to his awaiting mouth. She straddled his face and began to ride his tongue. His hands grabbed onto her ass and he began to knead her tender cheeks. It didn't take long for him to make her cum. She grabbed his hair and pulled him closer as she let out a scream and began gushing all over him. He guzzled every drop that he could, the rest of her juices covering his face. She crumbled, lying on her back as Craig moved beside her. She pulled him to her breast and held him close as she caught her breath.
When she recovered, she saw her blue-eyed lover gazing at her. She looked him up and down. His muscles were tense, his body nice and tan, and he was hard, quite hard. Sharon gently scratched his chest, her long red finger nails grazing his flesh. She kissed her way down to his hip bone and pulled his boxers off. She got on all fours and tugged at his hips. He knelt in front of her, responding to her cue. She kissed the underside of the head, before she sucked it into her mouth. He was salty and a little sweet. Her tongue swirled around the head, carefully teasing him. It had been a while since she had given a blow job, and she was eager to please. Her tongue quickly made its up and down his shaft, her hand soon to follow. He let out a groan as she sucked him back into her mouth. She bobbed her head up and down, careful not to catch him with her teeth. Craig gently moved Sharon's hair out of her face. Her hands found his ass, it was nice and firm and quite sizable. She gripped his flesh as she pushed his hips forward. She went down as far as she could and moved up and down, quickly and sloppily, getting her saliva all over him.
"Oh FUCK! YEAH!" He growled as she got to work. He could feel an orgasm building. Her mouth felt fantastic, warm, smooth, and the ridges in the back of her throat were amazing against his tender flesh. Watching the perfect curve of her ass as she moved back and forth didn't hurt.
Sharon could feel him pulse in her mouth. She could tell he was close. She slowly moved her head backwards, so just the tip was in her mouth. She started to stroke him, slowly at first, but she started moving faster and harder.
"Come for me," she hissed as she pulled her mouth away from him. Her eyes locked into his. He was very close. Just when he was about to explode, she pulled her hand away, leaving him panting. She smirked at him and paused for a moment. Then she sucked him back into her mouth, moving quickly and needily. He grabbed her head and began pumping in and out of her mouth. His lust overtook him. He needed to cum, NOW!. "OH FUCK! I'M GONNA CUM! FUCK FUCK FUCK!" He pulled out of her mouth and began to stroke himself viciously. Soon, he erupted, all over her face and chest. She licked his seed off her lips and smiled. Mission Accomplished!
The moon shone on to the lovers as they lay on the hardwood deck, nude and covered in each other's juices. Sharon's head rested on Craig's chest as he held her close. "I want you, naked and in my bed."
"Well, we're halfway there," she said with a grin.
He scooped her into his arms and carried her below to the bedroom. Before, he had a crappy mattress on board because he was the only one who ever slept in it. He had is secretary get something nice while he was at the conference.
He set her on the bed. He wanted more wine. He came back with two glasses, and they had a drink. "That was fun, but my back is killing me. That deck was not a forgiving surface."
Craig laughed. "No it was not. I'll have to give you a massage." Sharon turned around. Craig's hands found her shoulders and began to rub. She purred loudly for him. Then, of course, her phone began to ring.
"Do I have to answer?" Sharon sighed. Craig grabbed her phone. It was Rusty.
"Hey, Dude. What's happening?"
"Can John stay at the hotel with me?"
"Sure kid, just don't break anything. I left some money in the drawer. Why don't you catch a movie or something. Sharon and I will come get you tomorrow morning."
"Sound's good." Rusty could go to the movies, or pig out on room service. Ooh the possibilities.
Craig hung up the phone and returned to his lady. "It was just Rusty."
"Oh. We shouldn't have just left him."
"He's fine. He and his friend John are going to see a movie." Well Craig didn't know what they were doing, but as long as they didn't wreck the room, he didn't really care.
"That's nice," Sharon muttered as Craig found the knot in her lower back. Her attention quickly shifted to Craig's excellent handwork.
"Bend over," he instructed. Sharon slumped forward, allowing Craig to apply more pressure on her back. She grunted and growled as his hands got to work. "How does that feel?"
"So good!" She groaned as he moved down to her legs.
"Your hamstrings are tight, too." Craig worked Sharon over from head to toe, until every muscle was relaxed. He took his time and she was very grateful. She turned him around. Now, it was his turn for a massage. She could keep her hands on him forever. She spent extra time on his pecs and his ass. They weren't the most tense, but they were very nice to touch.
After she was done, he turned around and kissed her, pulling her hips towards him, as he fell on top of her. They wrestled back and forth on the bed. Eventually, Craig let Sharon win and she began to bite his chest and grind her hips against his. Craig could feel another erection building. He wanted to have Sharon. He opened the drawer by his bed, hoping there would be condoms. Luckily, the draw was almost overflowing. He had the best secretary ever.
He rolled a condom onto himself and began to nibble on Sharon's breast. "Ride me."
Sharon was more than happy to oblige. She pushed him onto his back and straddled his hips, carefully guiding him into her wetness.
"OH FUCK!" He groaned as he felt her warmth around him. Her cunt was nice and tight.
Sharon slowly began to buck her hips against him. She moaned as her clit found his pelvic bone. Craig loved it when Sharon was on top, especially when the lights were on. He could see all of her delicious body, her soft curves, pale and smooth skin, and her freckles were adorable. His big hands found her small waist and he held onto her hips, gently holding on to them as he thrust his hips towards hers.
Craig looked at her, longingly, like a Rottweiler would look at a steak. He wanted every inch of her flesh and he was going to have her, over and over again. Sharon met his gaze, her small hands landing on Craig's firm shoulders, her hair brushing against his chest as she leaned forward and gave him a kiss. He greedily sucked her bottom lip in his mouth and began to nibble on her. His hands found her round, firm ass and he began to grope her incessantly. She gasped into his mouth as he kneaded her sensitive skin.
Sharon was very hot and bothered at this point. She felt like she was in her twenties again. She was ready for her release, and she knew just how to get it. She pulled her mouth from Craig's and leaned back, her hands behind her back. She ground herself against him, her clit once again finding that sweet spot against his hip. Her eyes rolled to the back of her head as lust overpowered her. Soon, she cried out and was gushing all over her lover. After her orgasm subsided, she rolled off him and grabbed her ankles. Craig knelt in front of her, rubbing her tender folds with this thumb.
"Your cunt's nice and wet for me," he said with a smirk. "You want me to fuck you."
She nodded readily. She wanted him all night. Ever since Sunday, she hadn't been able to get him out of her mind or his wonderful cock.
He spread her legs, grabbed her hips, and plunged into her. She was so wet that he slid right in, her wetness crashing into his hilt. "AHHH FUCK!" she yelled, the sensation driving her wild.
He looked at her. Her eyes big and bright. He kissed her on the mouth, sloppily and began to slowly buck his hips against hers.
"Oh yeah! Oh yeah!" she coed as he began to pick up the pace. Her legs found their place around his waist and her arms on the back of his shoulders He leaned forward, pushing her knees towards her chest, and he began to thrust harder and faster. Sharon's skin was hot to the touch. Her breaths were heavy and short and her heart was racing. Craig had a very masculine scent to him, spicy, earthy, a little reminiscent of whiskey, and it made Sharon really horny.
"Oh GOD! OH GOD!" she yelled as he pounded away. He had angled his hips just right and was rubbing against her g-spot with every thrust. She leaned back and groaned, loudly. It wasn't long before she was cumming, again. Craig held her close as she came, but he kept thrusting. She was sopping wet now. It was hard to stay inside of her, her juices everywhere.
"You're so fucking wet," he told her, as his fingers brushed against her, getting covered in her juices in the process. He easily got three fingers into her and began to thrust them into her. She grunted. Craig flipped her onto her hands and knees. He was still hard, and he wanted to pound her. He really wanted to enter through the backdoor, but he wasn't sure how she'd feel about that, also he didn't pack any lube. He gently guided her forward and slipped back into her cunt. His hands found her waist, and he began to thrust. He was going to fuck her until he was satisfied. The angle afforded him the perfect opportunity. He was able to get nice and deep into her tightness and hammer her quite easily. She yelled and grunted as he had his way with her. Sharon was in heaven. She loved it when Craig pounded her on all fours. It felt so good. Sharon could feel the blood rushing to her clit yet again.
"OOH FUCK ME! FUCK ME!" Sharon cried as her hand found her clit and began to rub. She could feel another orgasm building and she wanted it, desperately. The only thing on Craig's mind was cumming all over her, and he was going to fuck her like a whore until it happened. His hands grabbed her ass and he began to pull her closer to him as he pounded her, increasing the intensity. Sharon started to drive her hips back into Craig, trying to get it even faster. The two slammed into each other, needily, selfishly, both trying to get off. Sharon was first, again. She yelled out as she began gushing all over the sheets. Craig grabbed her hips and didn't stop. He went as hard as he could, pile driving her with a wonton abandon. He grabbed her shoulders and gripped them firmly, so he could really give it to her. Eventually, he was ready. He flipped her onto her back, pulled off the condom and shot his load all over her, starting with her breasts and working his way down. She was covered in him, and she looked fucking fantastic.
TBC