Curved (14 page)

Chapter 16

The next day, we arrived at Sandy Hook, New Jersey.

The shoreline was pristine and glittering in the light. Stepping out with Joseph, I held his hand, wearing a neoprene bikini, one that showed off my curves. Putting on my sandals, I held my purse by my side, and sashayed away across the waters. The blueness and wetness struck my body with a force, nearly shifting me whenever I tried to walk, but just as he told me, Joseph was there. Holding my arms, guiding my waist, clinching my thighs with his wonderful fingers. Tracing up the back of my leg, the back of my spine.

“I’ve never had such a good time with anyone,” I said, shaking my head, looking out into the distance. “I promise you, that even my own family could ever make me feel this good.”

Pretty sure my parents would be surprised and possibly appalled at what I was doing. They would see me as a gold digger, not as someone who had a genuine relationship with an older man.

“Are you living with them?”

I shook my head.

“Don’t worry,” Joseph said. His hands crept into the crevice of my bikini, near my cunt, and he pressed inward, my throbbing beginning again. I rested my head backwards, letting him hold me, my thighs aching already.

“Why do you have to be so right?” I said. I was worrying again, thinking about a future that might never be.

“Everyone has different levels,” Joseph said. “You just have a very… Active mind.”

“I do,” I said. “It’s one that just keeps going on and on…”

“That’s how you get into the Ivy League,” Joseph said. “By having a strong sense of what you need to do in order to make it to the top.”

“Exactly,” I said. “I feel like it’s almost genetic… It’s just who I am.”

“We can temper that,” I said.

The waves slapped my legs, and we edged closer to the greater deep. The openness made me nauseated, almost for a second, but then Joseph captured my body in his grace, holding me with his legs, steering me with his shoulders pressed up against my back. His chest expanded against my neck, his hands on my breasts—we waded until the waters were up by my thighs and my eyes scintillated from the motion before me, every wave like a fan cut from the Almighty himself.

“It’s beautiful,” I said, glancing around. “You know, I normally wouldn’t go this far…”

“I could tell,” Joseph said, spanking my ass gently. He nibbled on my neck, turning me in place, pivoting me against him. I rested my hands on his Adonis belt, the slices of bear muscularity apparent to me. I held on, gripping for his six pack abs, tracing and outlining his nipples, pulling on his speedo.

A bulge filled up my hands, my palms, and I squeezed.

“Delicious,” I said, kneeling slowly lower. The yacht was at least a mile away, and no one could see us from around the bend of a cliff side drop.

We were hidden, secluded from everyone else.

From those who would judge us unfairly.

“I love this cock,” I whispered, bending lower and lower, opening my mouth. My teeth tingled at the root, wanting to bite down, to savor the taste of his come.

Joseph checked behind us to see if anyone was there. And when he cleared me, I gripped his ball sack with my fingers, and pulled down his speedo. Opening my mouth as wide as I could go, I sucked on his cock, tasting the edge of his mushroom tip, salivating over his slit.

Tenderly licking the outline of his shaft, I draped my mouth along the length, allowing him to pump against my throat. Groaning, I slid my fingers up against his taint, pressing inwards, finding where his sensitive area was.

He twitched forward, leaning his hands on my shoulders, pressing me back. He gripped my hair, pulling me forward, and I yelped, moaning from the ecstasy coursing in my throat. My own clit throbs, along with my cunt and hood, a simultaneous striking of pleasure in the center of my body, uniting me in triplicate.

“There,” Joseph grunted, holding my head in his grasp. “There!”

My tongue slid over the eye of his cock, enough to tease out a long line of pre-come. I drank it, swallowed it up, just as the waters yanked us in to the open. I was nearly knocked over, Joseph stabilized me, his hands sinking into my flesh, digging in.

Sucking on his cock, I moaned every time, licking the outsides of his shaft, the perimeters.

Dragging my tongue over his eye, I slathered the bulbous membranes of his penis, this wonderful cock I had grown to appreciate so much.

“I… I like you so much,” I mumbled, chomping on his dick more. Sending my teeth into his flesh, I watched as he jerked to the side, enjoying the electricity jolting his body. Rolling my eyes back, I savored the taste of his sweet juice, the pre-come spewing into my mouth. “What you’re doing for me… I couldn’t repay you even if I tried with my internship and all…”

“Consider it… Charity,” Joseph said, laughing. He held my head up, stroking my neck, just as my tongue swept over his vein. “You like?”

Bobbing my head, I sucked harder on his cock, drinking his whiteness, a film coating my tongue in his sperm.

His cock seized together, the muscles tightening, expanding my throat whenever he punched to the back.

With his hips rocking, and his feet pushing forward through the sand, he held me, slamming his sack against my chin, balls bouncing up to my face.

“You’re the one girl I’m glad I got know better,” Joseph said.

Sensing his coming, I massaged my clit, and Joseph put his foot on the center of my cunt, rubbing with me. Electricity stormed in my stomach, spreading across my limbs, from the center of my body and out over each and every one of my pores.

“Ugh,” I said, mumbling, “oh, God…”

The burst of come struck the sides of my cheeks, splattering me in white, the warmth emanating from the bottom of his shaft, gushing, torrential.

Behind me, the waves pushed me, pushed me against his cock, throbbing with an expanding thickness. The heat of the fluid in my mouth made me coil my hands around my cunt lips, groaning from the measure of his breath. One pant after the other, a constant, consistent pleasure.

“How was that?” Joseph said.

Moaning still, I wiped my lips, turning my head to the side briefly. Glancing back up at him, I stood slowly, on my knees at first, the waters blanketing my legs gently.

“Absolutely… Great…”

“Yeah?”

Joseph kneeled to my face, his hands sliding across my chin, up and down the length of my neck. Holding me against his balls, he stuck and prodded the center of my mouth, edging open my lips until his come flowed straight through to the back of my throat.

“I would never have before,” I said, casting my gaze aside, “but for some reason now… In front of you… I don’t have a problem…”

“No,” he said, “you shouldn’t.”

“Being with you here,” I said, “it’s like… Well, it’s much different.”

“Once you get over you’re paranoia and fears, everything comes much more easily than before.”

“Yeah,” I said, “it’s true enough…”

Why had I even bothered being so scared? Alone with him, I was safe, safer than with any other man, that much I could tell.

“Trust me now?” Joseph said, winking at me.

Gracing his legs with my hands, and hugging him tight against my breasts, I smiled at him, nodding.

“I trust you as much as I am able,” I said.

“Good,” he whispered, just as another thrust of the ocean slammed into my back. I held onto him as I stood, stumbling over a conch shell. He picked it up for me, holding it before the two of us, the sunlight gleaming off the edge, brightening my eyes, my hands tracing the center whorl.

“It’s beautiful,” I said, grinning. He kissed my neck, biting sides of my skin, my flesh. Pulling with his teeth, he released bolts of electricity up and down my spine, across my back, over my legs.

“You’re beautiful,” he said, kissing me harder this time. “I can honestly say I’ve never met a woman like yourself.”

“Yeah?” I said.

“None,” he said, gripping the conch shell tighter. “There’s really no woman out there who could fulfill me like you do, Ophelia.”

“I’m sure you’ve had plenty,” I said, shrugging my shoulders. “I’m still not sure what makes me special and all the rest not.”

“You wouldn’t believe.”

“Flatter me.”

“They don’t have the curves you do,” he said. “And they’re spoiled. Plenty of them in the upper classes, that is. Not to say all of them are, but when you have the top of the foodchain at your fingertips, you get plenty of piranhas waiting for a bite. They want your money, they want your class. They want your power. You never wanted any of that from me. From the very beginning—you avoided me, acted shy, were shy.”

“It’s my natural personality,” I said. “My disposition tends to be… You know, not really out there. In the dark. Avoiding people and places. People like you. The power at first scared me—and then when I thought more about how the two of us could never actually get along… I bailed on the idea of having a relationship with you. Any kind of relationship.”

“Now, you’re thinking about it more.”

“More and more.”

Joseph flipped me around, making me face him, the conch shell still in his hand. He held it out to me, between us, and I gripped it tight, as they had done in the Lord of The Flies.

“Am I right for you?” I said, the sun framing his face in radiance. Tracing my fingers down his chin, I frowned. “Sometimes I still think that I can’t be with you… I’m still conflicted here and there… Because of how differently we were raised… Because of how opposite our lives are in the now.”

“Here,” he said, tilting my face up. “Look at me. The two of us have a good connection. You can’t deny that we don’t.”

“Yeah.”

“And? Would you throw it away because of your fears?”

His hands rested on my shoulders, me taking the conch shell from him abruptly. I twisted it in my hands, turning it over and over.

“No,” I said, “no, I wouldn’t.”

“When it comes to these kinds of affairs,” he said, “you have to place a great deal of trust in the other person. Faith. And that means all the way through—even if you can’t stand the thought of being wrong.”

“All right,” I said, closing my eyes, truly believing in him now.

I also had the guilt festering in my chest. Once again, what I had done with Lindsay came forth the top of my mind, filtering through my brain. Should I tell him? Should I make him aware?

“Let’s go back to the yacht,” Joseph said. “They should be done with lunch by now.”

When we got over to the edge of Sandy Hook’s shoreline, I picked up some sand, and placed it inside the conch. Holding it tight in my hands, I brought it with me aboard the yacht, keeping it as a memento of my time with Joseph.

I figured if he were to dump me after finding out about my helping Alpha Suites, then at the very least, I would have something to remember him by.

Okay, maybe melodramatic of me, but still. It was what I had in mind: that he would leave me to the wayside without even thinking once or twice.

“Ophelia?” Joseph said, smirking. “Don’t look like that. You’re going to blow out one of your eyes if you keep squinting so hard.”

I shook my head, smiling. “Sorry,” I said, loosening up my face. I hadn’t realized how tense my muscles had gone. My body ached from our sex as well, which didn’t help in the relaxing appearance I was supposed to be upholding. “I’m just really having a good time with you,” I said.