Pitbull: He plays hard on the field...He plays harder off it. by Sam Silvetti Page A

than just tempting — it was pussy clenching, nipple hardening, stomach flipping tempting.
    My hand touched his, sending shivers along my arm which weren't due to the fact I was dripping with cold river water. He stared at me, his eyes shining blue and a mischievous smile dancing across his lips.
    "Come on," he urged, beginning to pull me down the stairs with him. "Let me dry you off."
    I followed him in a trance like state. My heart told me I was doing the right thing, but my brain argued incessantly, until I flicked the switch I liked to call the shut-the-fuck-up-and-let-me-have-some-fun switch. Almost instantly my heart ruled the roost, and it was my heart that controlled the nether regions of my body — and they were going wild.
    My nipples were painfully hard, and my pussy sent an urgent message that it needed Jack's cock in it once more. It was quite apparent by the slipperiness on my inner thighs, that it was preparing itself well for what was about to happen.
    I lowered my head to pass beneath the low beam that separated the upper deck from the cabin below, and gazed around the small space.
    It was cosy. That was the word I'd have used if Megan had asked me to describe it. Cosy and nice.
    Jack released my hand and turned on a small heater which blew warm air into the cabin, and grabbed a towel from the bed which ran along the length of one wall.
    "Let me dry you," he said, opening the towel and wrapping it around my shoulders.
    I let him rub the fluffy fabric over my body, even spreading my legs for him as he bent down to do the parts of my body below the waist. I felt safe and cared for, and as Jack tossed the wet towel aside and stripped his own wet clothes off, I felt like I was a part of something that I hadn't been a part of when I'd first stepped foot on the boat. I felt like I belonged in that small cabin with Jack.
    I picked up a dry towel from the impeccably folded pile. "My turn," I said kneeling in front of him, my face directly in front of his growing cock. "Sorry," he said, "I can't help it. It's got a mind of its own."
    "I'm flattered," I said, tilting my head to look up at his face. "Don't apologise."
    I was flattered, and there was absolutely no need for apologies. None at all . His cock was a thing of beauty, and I made sure my hand rubbed against it as I towelled him dry, enjoying the stifled sounds of pleasure he made as my skin touched his hard flesh.
    The last of the moisture removed from his hard body, I threw the towel aside, and with no thoughts about what I was doing, I took a firm grip of his cock and placed a gentle kiss on the tip.
    Jack moaned a soft sound, and placed his hand on the back of my head, his fingers twisting into my damp hair and his dick pulsating as I squeezed it.
    I looked into his eyes and opened my mouth, taking his wide head onto my tongue, enjoying the taste of water and the masculine muskiness of his pre-cum which oozed from the widening slit.
    My mouth opened wider and I swallowed him, feeling throbs of passion against the roof of my mouth as his cock reacted to my playful tongue.
    His erection filled my mouth and slid further into my throat as my saliva lubricated him and my lips became accustomed to the stretching at the corners.
    I moved a hand between my legs and found my entrance, already wet and widening in anticipation of the large dick in my mouth.
    Jack dug his fingers into my head and I allowed myself to be pushed further onto his shaft, the salty taste of his growing excitement lining my taste buds and urging me on to suck harder and lick faster. I moved my hand from between my legs and traced the chiselled shapes of his abdominals, running a finger upwards to move over the tattoos on his chest.
    I could feel his urgency in my mouth and I knew it wouldn't be long before he had to have me, had to put himself inside me, and I wanted nothing more.
     

Chapter Twenty
    Jack
     
    Emily's wet hair felt good in my hand, and I pushed her face further onto my dick,