Stay With Me Tonight: A Drake Brothers Series (PART 1) (7 page)

              “Mr. Drake, I have anchored
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and I am going below.  Please let me know when you are ready.” he spoke quickly.

              The engine to the boat cut off and silence filled the evening air.  Bellamy stood and took my hand in his.

              “Would you join me inside?” he begged. 

              I didn't speak a word, but instead I stood and smoothed my dress.  I let Bellamy lead me towards the inside cabin.  He let go of my hand and left me to stand in the middle of the room.  He poured himself a glass of a brown liquor that was on the bar and then he sat casually on the white leather sofa.  He stared at me long and hard.  I battled the urge to look away.  His left arm draped over the back of the sofa.  He brought the glass to his lips and gulped the liquor down in one swift motion.

              “Sit,” he demanded as he removed his arm from the back of the sofa and brushed the couch next to him with the palm of his hand.

              I complied and folded my hands gracefully in my lap.  Bellamy sat up and leaned over me to place the empty glass on the side table.  When I caught a whiff of his cologne, my eyes rolled back in my head and I whimpered quietly.  He pulled back and when he was inches from my face, he smiled at me.

              “I like the way I affect you, Kate.”  His words were purely sexual.

              He ran his finger up the outside of my thigh.  When his finger slipped just under the hem of my dress, he moaned ever so slightly.  I was wearing stockings and I see he'd liked what he'd found.  I giggled just a little.

              “Kate, Kate, Kate.......” he pleaded.

              I smiled and turned my back to him.

              “Unzip my dress, Bellamy.”

              His hands went straight to the zipper without any hesitation.  I pulled my hair to the side and glanced at him over my shoulder.  His tousled brown hair hung just a bit in his eyes as he looked up at me in a very serious manner.  I gave him a quick smile and then I heard the sound of my zipper.  He drug the zipper down so painfully slowly, that I could hear every little notch come undone.  When the zipper was down completely, I stood and positioned myself in between Bellamy's legs.  He let his head fall back on the sofa.  I took my right hand to my left shoulder and pushed the strap of my dress off.  The dress fell into a pile of fabric at my feet.  Bellamy sucked his bottom lip in and let out a ferocious groan.  I was wearing an all white lingerie set... a garter belt, lace covered bra, white silk panties, and stockings.  From the look on his face, I could tell that what I had on was not at all what he had expected under my dress.

Chapter Eight

              I turned around so he could get a long hard look at every inch of what I was wearing.  I even bent over a little bit and pushed my ass up in the air for a bit of extra awesome.  He hissed through gritted teeth.  When I was bent over, I took my right hand and slowly slid my panties over so he could take a peak at my hot wet slit.  I rubbed my clit and drug one slow finger in and out of myself.  When I finally peered over my shoulder to get a look at Bellamy, he had his cock out and he was stroking himself.  I quickly removed my hand and turned around to face him.

              “Don't stop now,” he begged.

              “Show me how you like to touch yourself, Kate.”

              I kicked my heels off and perched myself on the couch next to him.  I locked my eyes on him and slowly ran the back of my hand up and down my inner thigh.  Bellamy's eyes were fixated on my every movement.  He continued to stroke himself.  It made me more wet watching him pleasure himself.  Masturbation had always been set in my mind as a private thing you did alone.  Yet every time I saw a man do it, it was like it was forbidden... dirty... and I wanted to watch.  Watching him masturbate made me soaking wet with my desire.

              I slowly stroked my clit and every so often would dip a finger inside and bring the wetness out to rub over my swollen bud.  I was so turned on that I was on the verge of coming in just a few short moments.  I laid my head back and continued to rub harder and faster.  I closed my eyes and let myself go completely.  Just at that moment, I felt Bellamy.  One long finger pressed slowly into me.

              “Fucking hell Kate.  You're so wet.  Your eager little pussy is so hungry for my cock.”

              He inserted a second finger.  I moaned in pleasure.  His eyes locked onto mine.  His fingers drove in and out of me as wetness continued to pool between my legs.  I bucked my hips up as the pressure intensified.  I rubbed my clit a little harder and just when I was about to come, Bellamy quickly withdrew his fingers.  He stood in one quick motion, grabbed my waist with both hands, and turned me face down on the sofa.  He tugged my waist until my ass was up in the air and my face was buried deep into the sofa.  I pressed my hands gently into the cushions to lift myself up a bit.  Bellamy drove his fingers deep into me once again and then withdrew them along with my juices.  He rubbed his wet fingers over my tight hole and then inserted one long finger into my ass.  The feeling was strange at first, but dirty and erotic at the same time.  I screamed out in a pleasuring pain.

              “You like that Kate?  You want me to fuck you in this perfect little ass?”

              I couldn't speak.  Instead I whimpered like a kitten and took my fingers to my swollen clit once more.

              “You dirty girl.”

              He smacked my ass hard once, then a second time.  The sting to my skin caused my breath to catch for a moment.  I rubbed my nub harder and panted.

              I glanced over my shoulder.  Bellamy's strong hand was stroking his long cock.  Every few strokes he'd run his palm over the head.  The veins in the shaft were bulging.  His eyes were plastered on my puckered hole as it continuously took his finger in.  He licked his perfect lips as his finger continued in and out of my ass.  He inserted a second finger spreading me wider. 

              “Bellamy, please.............. please, fuck me.  Please.............” I begged for my release.  I begged for him to fill me with his cock.

              Before I could finish my begging, he removed his fingers and his thick cock entered me.  I cried out.

              “Yes, baby take it all in.  Take every inch of my cock in.  Your ass is so fucking tight... ” he praised me through gritted teeth.

              I used both of my hands to push myself up from the couch.  My back was pressed up against his chiseled chest.  He continued ramming himself in and out of me.  My legs trembled.  He reached around and placed his fingers over mine.  In unison we rubbed my clit aggressively in a circular motion.  My other hand went to my left breast.  I palmed it and pinched my tight nipple.  Bellamy drew tiny kisses along my shoulder and then dug his teeth gently into my flesh.  My head fell back to rest on his shoulder.  We continued to rub my clit harder and faster.  I was close to coming and he was too.  I could feel his shaft grow thicker and more rigid inside of me.  His hand left mine and trailed up my belly slowly.  He reached my breast and took it in his hand.  He held his hand there for a moment as he picked up his pace.  Faster, faster, faster.   His cock in and out... in and out.  As I slowly lifted my head from his shoulder, his hand went to my throat.  He pawed at my throat gently claiming every tiny ounce of me.

              “Bellamy...” I moaned his name and then I came.

              I broke into a million tiny shards as I rode out the euphoric wave.  As I was to coming, Bellamy found his own climax.  He grasped my waist and pulled me harder and faster onto his cock until every last drop of his sticky come poured into me.  We stood there for a few short moments just taking in the pleasure we had both just experienced.  I closed my eyes and took a few shallow breaths.  When I opened my eyes I saw movement in the window's reflection.  I quickly turned my head and glanced towards the back of the room behind Bellamy.  Standing there was Beth.  When she noticed I saw her, she bolted.  For a quick second I thought I had imagined her there... maybe she wasn't really there.  I started to speak, to tell Bellamy, but I stopped myself.

             
What was I going to say? 'Your beautiful, yet creepy employee was watching you fuck me.'

              It was probably one of the strangest things to ever happen to me, but I just let it go.  I tried to put it out of my mind.  I decided not to say anything to Bellamy about it.

              Bellamy drug me from my thoughts.. “Wow... Kate.  That was....” his words trailed on.

              He pulled his still-firm cock from me and his come pooled down my quivering legs.  I turned to face him and he smiled modestly at me.  I placed my hands gently on his muscular biceps.  His hands folded together and rested on my lower back.  I smiled back, but didn't say anything.  He leaned down and gently kissed me.

              “There's a shower back there...” he pointed to the other side of the room.

              “Let's get cleaned up,” he took my hand  in his and led me to the tiny bathroom.

              He turned the water on and it steamed up the room quickly.  He let me into the shower first.  The hot water felt therapeutic to my fatigued muscles as it cascaded over my entire body.  Bellamy slipped into the shower behind me.  I stood under the stream of water and closed my eyes, exhaustion had set in.  There were a few silent moments where you could hear every droplet of water bounce of the tile flooring.  Then I smelled a lovely scent of oranges and vanilla.  I opened my eyes and looked back at Bellamy who was soaping up a large fluffy loofah.  I extended my hand to take it from him so I could bathe my aching limbs, but he snatched his arm back and simply said, “No, let me...”

              It hadn't been a question.  It was more of a demand and I obliged.  He lathered every inch of my skin in the delicious smelling suds.  When he got to my most delicate parts, he'd use the soap and his gentle fingers to clean me there.  He kneaded every inch of my skin with delicate pressure.  When he went to clean my toes, he knelt down in the shower and placed small kisses along my belly and then down my outer thigh.

              This man was caring, giving, romantic, sexual, fierce, handsome, wealthy, kind, established... there had to be something.  There had to be
one thing
that made him a dud.  It was all I could think about.  Not once in my life had I met a man that was this good and this amazing at everything and in every aspect of his life.  It made me wonder.  And where was
this
going?

              “So, how is this all going to work. Exactly?” I questioned him.

              “How is what going to work?”

              “Are you just going to keep me as your dirty little slut that you can fuck any time you want to, but not tell anyone?  Will I just be at your beck and call whenever you want?  Will you buzz me into your office so I can suck your cock at your desk between meetings?  Really,
Bellamy
where is this going?”

              I was blunt.  Probably a little bit more blunt and a lot more bitchy than I really should have been, but we had sex before we ever even had a chance to get to know one another.  And from my past experiences it seemed like
this
would be just
that
. 

              He looked at me shocked and completely speechless.  He didn't say a word.

              I shut the water off and stepped out of the shower.  I grabbed a large plush white towel hanging on the towel rack and dried myself off as quickly as I could.  I wrapped the towel around me and left the bathroom promptly without saying another word, to search for my things.  The towel was still around me and my was hair dripping wet when his fingers grasped my upper arm and tugged slightly.

              “Really Kate?  What?!... Are you going to just storm out of here like this?” he raised his voice as he spoke.

             
'I had basically started this fight... might as well go on with it,'
I thought.

              “You do realize we're on a boat miles from shore.  Are you going to jump overboard and swim back?”  He questioned me as I was still looking for my other shoe.

              “Listen Bellamy,” I pointed my shoe at him. “There's no way this is going to 'work'.  You're my boss... the owner of the company I work for.  No one will take me seriously once they find out what's going on between us and everyone
will find out
.  I'm not really interested in sleeping with you out of convenience and then going back to acting like nothing happened.  Like I told you already that first night... I am not
that
girl.  This was a huge mistake.  I shouldn't have come here.”  I stressed that last sentence and I could feel tears prick the corners of my eyes.

             
'Don't cry Kate, get it together.'
I told myself.

              I took a deep breath and one lonely tear rolled down my flushed cheek.  Bellamy reached his hand up to my face and brushed the tear away with the flat of his thumb.

              “You're much too beautiful to cry,” he whispered so softly that I almost didn't hear him.

              I half smiled.  He was sweet, but I couldn't fathom how we could ever make this work.

              “Please Kate, don't do this.  Don't storm out of here.  We'll figure this out.  And just like I already told you... I don't think your
that
girl.” he pleaded with me.

              I took a long deep breath and blew it out in frustration.

              “Fine,” was all I could muster.