Around the World in 80 Men Series: Boxed Set 21-30 (51 page)

Chapter
Eleven

The
boathouse held one tiny rowboat, and it looked as if it hadn't been
used in years. “This should be interesting.” Morgan
smiled and was already picturing her naked client on the small seat
in the middle of the wooden craft. He helped her step in, and she
let him guide her since the sun was setting, and they had already
lost most of their daylight.

She
sat in the middle of the bench seat and held the boat steady at the
side as he joined her. “Grab an oar.” He smiled down at
her, and she giggled at realizing that he intended to take them out
in the rickety vessel. Luis used his oar to push them out from
underneath the covering, and Morgan quickly put hers in the water.
She kept the easy pace with him, while occasionally pulling the
blanket over her shoulder, until they reached the center.

Luis
pulled her closer and wrapped the blanket tightly around both of them
as his lips met hers. His kiss warmed her instantly, and he felt her
body react by pushing against his. He pulled away slowly and removed
the blanket from her bare arm. “I'll need that, ya know.”
She eyed the blanket that had been dropped around them, and he
smiled slowly.

“I'll
steady the boat. Stand up, right here, and undress for me.”
He opened his legs and motioned for her to stand between them, and
Morgan shook her head. She wasn't coordinated enough to walk on
solid ground most of the time, so standing in a tiny boat over ice
cold water, while undressing, wasn't in her future. “I
promise, I'll keep it still.” His arm reached around her body
and he held her side of the boat, as well as his own.

“Fine,
but if I fall in, I'm taking you with me.” She meant it, and
he knew it, which is why he laughed loudly as she maneuvered between
his legs and stood on shaking legs.

Morgan
started off slowly, unhooking her bra and sliding it down her arms,
but had picked up the pace when her nerves started to get the better
of her. She pulled down her jeans quickly, but managed to keep her
balance on one leg, then the other, before removing them completely.
Luis pulled off the last of her clothing, her white panties that he
enjoyed watching fall to her thighs, then ankles. Morgan held his
shoulders as he pulled the small cloth from around her feet, and then
bent down slightly to begin the process with his clothes.

He
didn't make her do all the work, and within minutes, the lake had two
very cold, and very naked people floating on its surface. Morgan's
eyes moved down his torso, finding what she'd waited to see for two
days. He didn't disappoint, and his smile told her that he was more
than aware of what he was offering. “Now you're just showing
off.” She pointed at his nearly hard dick, and didn't hide the
fact that she was looking forward to getting him the rest of the way
to where he needed to be.

“Come
here.” He laughed and pulled her down slowly, balancing the
boat for them as she stepped over the seat and wrapped her legs
around his waist.

“Does
Morgan like..,” he brought her closer and kissed her hard pink
nipple, “this?” She nodded into the top of his head, and
he took her into his mouth again. The frigid air cut between them,
and Morgan's entire body was taken in a shiver that forced him to
bring the blanket around them both.

“Don't
stop.” Her soft words ripped through his body as he closed his
mouth hard around her. Her following whimper made his cock jerk
against her thigh, and she raised up to bring him between her legs,
that nestled back over him.

Morgan
moved her hips slowly, letting his length slide between her lips,
letting her moisture cover him with each gentle glide. He gripped
the blanket tightly at her back with one hand, and brought the other
to her ass. Luis helped guide her over him, moaning into her breast
as she slid her body across his, until he dropped the blanket around
them once again. Both hands went to her hips, and he lifted her
quickly, then stared into her face as he pulled her down, impaling
her slowly until he was buried completely inside of her.

The
boat rocked slightly as Morgan lifted over him, then came back down.
The water that had begun to look black, splashed against the boat and
reminded them of where their carnal connection was taking place.
“Slow down, Morgan.” Luis let go of her hips, and held
the sides of the boat again as she lifted once more.

“No...
you just hold on.” She smiled as she came down hard, and
grabbed his thick shoulders for leverage as she began to ride him
even faster. Luis put his head back and gripped the wood so tightly
that he pulled large chips of decades old white paint from the
surface. Neither of them could hear the few shards of wood that he'd
also removed, hit the water in soft plunks at their sides.

Luis
had no control over his own response, and Morgan rode him hard with
no regard for his need to slow down. His head went back further, and
he closed his eyes as he willed his oncoming orgasm to hold off
until..

“Let
me touch you, Morgan. Slow down.” She shook her head as she
lowered her face and kissed the man that she was torturing. His
strained voice, deep and breathless, sent another wave of desire
through her, and straight to him. Morgan sighed into his mouth and
moved as she took him again, filling her to the hilt. She moved her
hips over him. Her body squeezed him tightly, locking him inside of
her as she rocked against him. His thick cock jerked inside of her
and she moaned again as the first jolt of his release could be felt.
“Morgan!” His hold became desperate at the sides of the
boat, and he moved his hands several times to hold her, then back
again to keep their balance.

She
dropped her head to his neck, and buried her face tightly against his
skin while his body tensed underneath her own, and inside of her.

She
sat up again when he started to relax, and smiled into his face while
he shook his head. “You sure like to stir the pot.”
Morgan laughed and nodded, especially since she actually knew then
what he meant.

She
looked around at the serene water, and smiled wide as she met his
gaze again. “Looks like we're going to be stirring more than a
pot.” He tilted his head and smiled, not knowing what she was
talking about. “Our oars... they're gone.” The smile
left his face as he scanned the sides, and he cursed loudly at seeing
them floating nearly twenty feet from them.

“Fuck!”
He looked around, hoping to see something that would help them, but
the tiny boat offered nothing. Luis put his head down, and he was
about to apologize, but he suddenly raised his head and the smile had
returned. “Let's swim for it.” Morgan shook her head
immediately, and she was having no part of the swim-for-it game.
“Come on, let's do it!” Luis stood quickly, and reached
for her waist and nearly knocked her to the bottom of the boat.
Unfortunately, Morgan flailed as she began to fall, and the old
rowboat flipped to the side, easily tossing both of them overboard.

“Shit!
Shit! Shit!” Morgan grasped for the side of the boat, but
Luis grabbed her hand in the air.

“Swim!”
He laughed as his teeth chattered, and Morgan turned to look at the
shore. “Swim! Come on!” She slapped the surface hard
with the palm of her hand and wished it was his head, but quickly,
Morgan turned her body around and swam behind him, giving him the
stink-eye, as her Gran would say, each time he turned to look at her.

Within
moments, they were dragging their freezing naked bodies from the
water, as they sloshed knee deep close to the shore. “Just so
you know,” Morgan shivered uncontrollably as she wrapped her
arms around her naked body, “Morgan is... planning bodily
harm... to your... body.” Her teeth crashed together as she
started to run across the cold grass, towards the house. Luis
laughed between his own shivering, and vowed to hold still while she
inflicted said pain upon his person.

He
easily caught up with her, then passed her side to run up the three
stairs to his back patio. He moved to the side playfully as she
pulled the door open for Morgan.

“Sorry!”
Elder Luis was standing on the other side, and he turned quickly at
the sight of the naked couple. “I heard... I thought...,”

“It's
alright Luis. Could you have someone draw a bath for the lady?”
Luis nodded, still not turning around, and left the doorway in a
comical rush that even made an embarrassed Morgan laugh out loud.

The
two ran through the kitchen, the long hallway, the expansive foyer,
and up the left side of the stairs.
Left side is for naked wet
people, streaking through the house.
Morgan was still amusing
herself when they rushed into his room, and then stood still while
Luis pulled a blanket from his closet and wrapped it around both of
them. A few minutes later, one of the men she'd not seen before, came
out of the bathroom and informed them that the bath was ready. She
was so cold, she couldn't remember a time when a hot bath sounded so
welcoming.

“Senoritas,
first,” Luis dropped the blanket from his side of the body and
stepped out. For the first time, Morgan saw him in his naked glory in
the light. Again, his body did not disappoint, but she turned her
head and pretended not to be interested in the gorgeous man in his
birthday suit.

“Morgan
is displeased with you.”

“You'll
get over it.” Luis was laughing as he gave her no other option
but to get into the tub. He pulled the blanket off of her body and
picked her up, then set her down in the hot bubbly water. As he
settled into the tub, sitting across from her with his legs wrapped
around the outside of hers, she continued to stare him down with
narrowed eyes.

“I'll
get over it when you apologize for hurling me into the ocean!”
She crossed her arms in front of her, then sunk deeper into the water
that had given her goosebumps of pleasure instead of cold.

“Ocean,”
Luis scoffed. “It's a lake, a small one even.”

“Okay,”
she snarled jokingly, “you
hurled
me into the frozen
lake.
”

“I
did not!” Luis argued. Their banter continued for another ten
minutes until both of them agreed it was equally both of their
faults. Morgan didn't totally agree, but he was too sexy to argue
with. Instead, she just wanted to enjoy the foot rub he was giving
her and talk about other things.

“So,
Morgan Holland. Have you ever been to..... Holland?” Luis gave
her foot a squeeze and her head fell back against the tub and she
closed her eyes.

“Holland.
That's in the Netherlands, right?”

“Very
good.”

“No,”
she moaned as his fingers dug deeper. “I haven't been there.”

“You
should, it's quite nice.” Morgan nodded. “Maybe you can
get a tee shirt and refer to yourself as Holland?”

“Now
you've got jokes?” Her eyes opened and she pushed his chest
gently with her toes. He nodded and grabbed her foot again, holding
it hostage. “Well, Morgan
Holland
will forgive you if
you keep rubbing my feet like that.” And she did, because he
did. He rubbed her feet until the water began to drop in temperature
and then he helped her out of the tub, in a much nicer fashion than
he'd put her in. As he wrapped the towel around her body, he heard
her stomach announce itself. Considering it was so late, it had been
a while since they'd eaten, so Luis offered to make them a snack.

“I'll
go make us a couple of sandwiches. I've got turkey and ham?”
Morgan said she'd like both and giggled as he ran out of the room to
fulfill her request. She quickly dressed in a tiny pair of shorts and
one of her tanks, brushed her hair, and was climbing into the bed
when Luis returned with their food.

“So,”
he began as he set the tray down on the bed. “I was just
thinking...”

“Boys
do that? They think?” She nudged him and he nodded, then
laughed.

“Yes,
I was thinking, and, well, it might not be a good time to ask...
but... will you stay another week with me?” He put one knee on
the bed and leaned forward to take her hand in his. When she saw his
puffed out lip, she burst out in laughter and nodded.
Why the hell
not? I'm having fun. That's what life is about!