Candy Corn and Cocky Kisses Page 3

  So he’d make tonight count.

  Brad intentionally slowed their voracious kisses and tossed his wig-hat combo to the side. He’d had the forethought to tie a black bandana over his hair.

  Taking a deep breath, he leaned her against the wheel and raised her dress to her hips. She whimpered.

  “Steady now.” He kissed her cheek. Then her jaw. Then he moved down her neck, trailing his tongue between her breasts as low as he could get it with her dress in the way. Nestling his face down her torso, he pressed tiny kisses to her stomach while his hands skimmed along her back and ass, to her hips, her thighs…bringing him closer to where, “X marks the spot.”

  Jenny giggled, pushing him lower, her grip on his shoulders surprisingly strong for one so tiny.

  Just as he knelt between her legs, harsh laughter assaulted his ears. “Look, Mason—it’s Tarleton’s latest yacht acquisition.” A loud hiccup, followed by, “Serve his snob of a wife right if we fucked on it.”

  The indulgent response from the unseen Mason, “Fifteen minutes until my scheduled call with Melbourne, doll.”

  More giddy laughter. “Oh that’s ’nough time. I’m wet just thinking about it.”

  “Damn client. Can’t understand weekends weren’t made for work. Let’s be quick.”

  Clomping feet clambered aboard, making the deck tilt beneath them.

  Jenny had frozen. A small squeak her only protest.

  The others stopped shy of the upper deck and clothes rustled.

  Brad sighed and rested his forehead against Jenny’s abdomen, his cock protesting. Shit for brains, he’d just remembered—new box of rubbers on his kitchen counter. None in his wallet.

  “Oh, Mason, you’re hard already. Wonderful,” the unseen doll tittered. “Fuckin’ on the Tarletons’ damn boat. Perfect. Mmmm. God, Mason, can you kiss. Mmmm. Want your cock. Um. Oh! Ohhhh…”

  “Shirl, dammit. Don’t squeeze my dick out. Damn, woman, what’ve you been doing?”

  “Practicing, love. God yes!”

  Jenny shifted. At nose-level, it wasn’t hard to determine that her tights were saturated. Up close, he noticed little candy corns covering the orange background. The tiny candies blurred from the motion of her trembling thighs. Groaning, he looked higher but couldn’t make out her expression.

  Very slowly, Brad pulled his “play” saber free and steadied her, then he paused, considering.

  “Do it,” she breathed almost silently over his bent head.

  With excruciating care, he ran the tip of the blade between her legs, slicing through the cotton crotch of her stockings.

  Once the crotch was open he sheathed the sword—the irony not lost on him—and placed two fingers at the entrance of her cunt. Moisture rained down. Brad licked his lips and moved in.

  “Yeah, Mason, just like that,” Shirl grunted. “Harder. Fuck me like you mean it. James, you too”

  James?

  Brad licked every bit of pussy he could reach, his tongue encountering those beads he’d played with earlier. Very in-ter-es-ting.

  Jenny gripped his shoulders and widened her legs. Good girl.

  He swallowed and thrust his tongue deep. Her flavor burst through him, so unique he could identify it among a thousand. But he didn’t want a thousand. He just wanted this.

  Jenny.

  “Oh yeah. Mmmm. James. Mason.”

  A sharp slap sailed through the air.

  “Spank me like you mean it, boys.”

  Brad laughed into Jenny’s pussy. He couldn’t help it. It shouldn’t have been funny but it was. And sexy as hell.

  Amid more slaps and moans, Jenny started undulating her hips, riding his face like she had somewhere to go.

  And he was the man to take her there.

  “Harder, please. Faster.”

  At first he thought the words came from the drunken Shirl, ’til he realized Jenny had whispered the command.

  Like all good pirates on their knees in service to their lady, Brad sought to comply. He wedged the beads against her clit and licked all around, his fingers braced between—and stimulating—both her pussy and the crevice bisecting her ass.

  What was a pirate to do?

  The damn beads between her cunt lips had led him straight to her anus, where he played and explored. His fingers rimmed the tight bud, pressed then retreated, tracing over the tiny balls. Buried treasure indeed.

  One of the men groaned. Shirl joined in, encouraging, “James, take his place. Quick, sweetie. Oooo. Yeah.”

  A groan. A grunt. Four quick slaps and she came—Shirl all over James with a screech that probably scared away every goblin within a two-mile radius—and Jenny, sweet, soft, Jenny, whose muscles tightened beneath his hands and lips, then gave way as she relaxed with just the faintest sound of pleasure, her pussy quivering against his tongue.

  * * * * *

  Six minutes later, Mason left to call Australia and James and Shirl stumbled off the boat—for more gin and tonics—and Brad had Jenny all to himself.

  Which was right where she belonged.

  He’d scrounged up a deck chair and laid her on it, her muscles weak and lethargic after orgasm.

  Brad knelt before her on the deck, toying with her candy corn necklace and holding her beaded thong in his hand. Still slick with her juices. “It appears me buried treasure is a strand o’ pearls. What is this, I wonder?”

  “A pearl g-string,” she answered on a moan as he ran his tongue along the strands, gathering her essence. “My best friend dared me. Payback.”

  Well blow him down. Alexis? Payback? For what?

  On second thought, he didn’t want to know. Didn’t give a damn.

  Brad brought the necklace to his lips and bit off one candy. The sugar mixed with her fluids, creating a sweet treat unlike anything he’d tasted. “Well, milady, I’m in a quandary. Candy or pussy-soaked pearls?”

  He fancied he saw her blush. “Here. Give it to me.” She reached for the confection of lace and pearls that he had divested from her person. “I’ll put that—”

  “Argh. ’Tis my treasure and it belongs with me.” He pocketed the thong in his coat. Something to smell her by.

  “And now,” he rose onto his knees and angled her, so he could see better. “For dessert… Take off yer necklace.” When she started to protest, he swiped one finger down her slit and added, “Unless you want me to leave you stranded.”

  “Twice?” Jenny asked, surprised. He was willing to give her two orgasms without taking one for himself?

  Beneath the bandana hiding his hair, the captain’s one eye blinked, crinkling at the corner when he smiled. “Aye, wench. I want to taste you again. Without an audience this time.”

  Jenny pulled the long necklace over her neck and handed it to him. “Hearing them was so embarrassing,” she confided, choosing not to contemplate how equally embarrassing it was to be sprawled before him with her dress hiked to her waist and her tights ripped open, giving him a front-and-center view of her crotchless crotch. “And so damn hot, I’m getting wet again just thinking about it.”

  Had she really said that? After only two drinks?

  “So ye are.” He leaned forward and kissed her lips then moved back. “Tell yer captain what turns you on.”

  “You do,” she whispered, watching as he took the doubled strand of candies and placed them on either side of her pussy. Then slid them back and forth. Her honey quickly coated the candy corn and his fingers. She felt it start—deep inside—the slow, heart-pounding build to orgasm.

  Jenny consciously moderated her breathing. But he wouldn’t let her relax.

  “What else? Tell me and I’ll give you another treat.”

  The sexy bastard. Making her bare all this way. “When she asked them to spank her.”

  “Aha.” Sliding the candies aside, he spread her pussy lips. Cool air singed the hot skin, making her gasp. Jenny arched against him, pushing her body toward his as he ate her out again. How could she be aching for him so intensely afte
r what they’d just shared? Her body bucked against his mouth and she decided it didn’t matter.

  He suckled her clit, swiped his tongue up and down her length. Her sheath constricted and released in rapid succession. Just before she climaxed, he stopped and scooted back, holding his hand against her swollen, throbbing cunt but not moving.

  “Pirate.”

  He wiped her juices off his beard and grinned. “So ye want to be spanked, do ye?”

  “No. Yes. No.” She was so confused. She clawed at his wrist and tried to get him to move against her hungry clit. He refused to budge. “I don’t know. Maybe. But not tonight. Definitely not—”

  “Hey…” He stilled her frantic motions and kissed her cheek. “Hey, calm down, Candy-girl. It’s all in fun. Nobody’s spanking anybody tonight. Even for play, got that?”

  She turned her head and kissed him, allowing the irrational fear to drain away. His tongue traced her lips and she tasted herself—a first. Between her clenched thighs, his hand started to press, slowly, sensually. He gave her lips one last lick and moved lower.

  “My fingers aren’t as agile as they were before the wreck but my tongue’s pretty damn nimble,” he boasted wickedly, stopping between her bent knees.

  She was already trembling from his attentions. The look on his face only heightened the anticipation. What was coming next?

  “Trick? Or treat?” The deep timbre of his voice rolled over her and she watched, spellbound, as he began pushing the strand of candy corn into her cunt one slow, agonizing piece at a time.

  Giving herself up to ecstasy, Jenny murmured, “You’re a treat, Captain Jack. Definitely a treat.”

  After inserting far more than she would have thought possible, Jack put his lips at her entrance and tongued all around. She saw the proof of her passion glistening over her thighs, wetting the stupid, wonderful tights that she’d paid eighteen dollars for but most of all, she saw the way her pirate stared up at her in between bites and licks as he began to eat the candy corn, leisurely pulling each piece from her body and alternating between sucking one in his mouth, moaning, chewing and swallowing and paying the utmost attention to her clit.

  His lips suctioned her, pulled at her desire and suddenly, she couldn’t hold back. Intense pleasure intoxicated her and Jenny threw her head back and keened, lost in the moment. Her pussy muscles convulsed and tingles danced over her, partied on her thighs, shot through her gut and straightened her toes. And still, he ate and licked and gazed at her like she was something special—her! Little Jenny B. from homeroom.

  She rode the orgasm until her body melted, spent. Exhausted.

  Jack pulled the last piece of candy corn free. Jenny watched it disappear in his mouth. His hands grazed up her torso, straight to her breasts where he cupped the mounds—getting pussy juice all over her dress—and he kissed her full on the lips.

  It was divine. The absolute best Halloween ever.

  If only it were real, if only he were a fantasy pirate straight from a romance novel, one who could be the man she’d always wanted, provide the happily-ever-after she’d always craved.

  But reality had slapped her in the face once too often and Jenny knew she’d never love nor trust another man. Not even a fantasy-come-to-life like her pirate.

  Ah well, she could fuck him. And that she would. “Hey, Jack?”

  “Hmmm?” He put the pathetic strand of remaining candy corn over her neck and rubbed his cock against her stomach.

  “Got a condom on you?” Like a nimrod, she’d forgotten that part of her plan. Being sleazy sure didn’t come easy.

  His groan was her answer. “Yeah. At home.”

  “Then take me home. Make love to me all night long.”

  “Smart and sexy.” He replaced his hat and stood, running his hand down the sword in his pants with a flinch that tugged at her. “How did I find such a wench?”

  “Just lucky I guess.” Jenny climbed from the chair and knelt in front of him, moving his hand out of the way. She was stunned by the amount of heat generated from his erection. “You definitely won our bet. Five kisses and I was begging. Now I’m on my knees and—”

  Before she could finish, he hauled her to her feet. “I told you that wasn’t necessary.”

  She curved her arms around his waist and pressed against him. “I could take care of your pesky little problem here. If you’d like.”

  “Pesky little problem?” He pinched her bottom, but not too hard, and escorted her off the boat. “I’ll have you know this is a giant, raging erection. Massive.”

  She giggled.

  “I’m not so sure you could even handle it right now, milady.”

  Then gulped.

  He wasn’t serious. Was he?

  She couldn’t wait to find out.

  Chapter Three

  Tricky Truth

  Bowls of neon-colored steam clouded the midnight air. Mrs. Tarleton had really gone all out with the abundance of black light, hadn’t she? Loud, eerie music echoed through the house, cranked higher than before—was that the theme from Psycho?—and she was surrounded by creepy faces, unrecognizable people.

  Jenny shuddered, wishing Jack hadn’t abandoned her for the bar, although she was the one who had requested ice water.

  He’d escorted her through the fog and back to the house, where they’d both taken a quick restroom break. The lighting and floor-to-ceiling mirror in the Tarletons’ guest bath didn’t lie. Jenny hadn’t seen such a flush on her cheeks in years. Her costume was noticeably ruined, three-fourths of the candy corns missing from her necklace but it had been totally worth it. Oral sex with a twist. And a pinch. And oh God, she was getting horny all over again.

  Captain Jack promised they’d set sail for his place as soon as he scrounged some candy corn from the crystal dishes at the food tables and got her drink. Considerate. She liked that.

  Then she shook herself. It didn’t matter how sweet he was, she was only interested in one thing—the dagger between his legs.

  “Hey. We’ve been looking all over for you.”

  Hearing Alexis’ hearty greeting, Jenny ignored the renewed throbbing in her loins and hugged her best friend. “Hi. I’ve been here for a good hour at least.”

  “Enjoying the panties?” Alexis whispered in her ear, followed by a giggle. “Are they working? Mother would be mortified!”

  They separated and Jenny took in her friend’s costume—French maid all the way, from her frilly white apron to the designer feather duster she was waving around. Nate looked like he’d just gotten off work. Mechanic.

  “I thought this was all about me getting back in the saddle?”

  “That and getting a dig in at my mom, even if she never knows about it. Did you wear them?”

  “Let’s just say I had them on earlier.” Jenny knew her face gave away the rest.

  “You didn’t.” Alexis waved away Nate’s grunt of curiosity. “Shhh. So you found someone?”

  “More like he found me. We’ll be leaving soon. Really soon.”

  “Changed my mind,” Nate commented, pulling Alexis to him and kissing her on the head. “I don’t want to know.”

  “We ran into Bradley a moment ago. Mother invited him but I can’t believe he had the nerve to show and at three hundred bucks a pop!”

  “Never considered him the philanthropic type,” Nate added. “More like the moronic type. Prissy-boy type—”

  “Nate!”

  “Brad?” Jenny’s heart stuttered Darn. He was the last guy she needed to see. She’d thought she was over her little crush on him but the mere mention of his name…

  Yeah right. He was an imbecile. She couldn’t wait until Halloween to cram his shifting gears comment in his mouth…er…ass. Was there a difference?

  By some stroke of luck, she’d received his DUI case. Repeatedly, she’d considered turning it over to another prosecutor, reasoning that she had too much personal investment in the situation to handle it fairly. But the truth was, she wanted to ensure Brad did
get fair treatment—rather than special treatment because of who his family was.

  Rich was rich but the Linseys were filthy rich and she knew Brad’s import-export venture had only added to the family coffers.

  “I didn’t know he was here,” she finally said as casually as she could. For good measure, she added, “Asshole.”

  “Yeah,” Alexis smiled. “He does make an awesome-looking pirate though.”

  “Pirate?” Jenny’s heart flip-flopped. Nooooo.

  “Hey!” Alexis jumped when Nate smacked her ass.

  “I don’t care if he did lose the girl.” Nate gave Alexis a pointed look. “I don’t want to hear how ‘awesome’ that loser is about anything. Got it?”

  “Yes, sir.” Alexis saluted and Jenny laughed, relaxing.

  There had to be plenty of pirates present tonight, right?

  “I’m gonna get a beer. Want anything?” Nate asked.

  Jenny shook her head at the same moment Alexis said, “Champagne.”

  “Coming up, babe.” And Nate was gone.

  “You two look so happy,” Jenny commented, searching the bar for her pirate. There he was—two glasses in hand and looking sexier than ever. No way. He couldn’t be Brad. Too damn considerate. Too damn sexy.

  Too damn amazing with his tongue and she couldn’t wait—

  But wait. Oh God, no…

  Nate walked right behind Jack, pointing with his hand and mouthing, “Bradley.”

  Then he made a motion like he was kicking Jack in the ass.

  Alexis stifled a giggle.

  Oh Lord. Oh no. No!

  Jenny groaned, shifting her stance, hating how she still felt desire pooling between her legs, wetting her upper thighs. Hating it. But loving it too. Oh God, she was horrible.

  “We are happy. Wonderfully so,” Alexis went on, oblivious to the fact that Jenny’s world had just sunk faster than the Titanic.

  Poor ship. Poor Jenny.

  “To confess,” Alexis continued, “I did have to bribe Nate to come tonight, if you know what I mean. He and Mother still aren’t what you’d call bosom buddies. That’s why we’re late.”