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now, see what pleased him. A wave broke against the rock and sprayed his face with a
fine mist of cold water. Will licked salt from his lips. What was she thinking?
He used one hand to pump his shaft in a slow, smooth movement, dragging his
fingers down to the base before pulling his fist up over the crest, tugging his foreskin to
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cover the smooth head. Pre-cum coated his fingers and Will lifted his hand to his mouth
and tasted himself, wishing she was tasting him.
Was that a gasp? He almost called her, asked her to come closer but he was afraid of
scaring her away. Maybe her kink was to watch. Will hadn t known he liked to be
observed, but his twitching cock and aching balls told him otherwise.
Spreading his toes on the warm, smooth rock, he opened his thighs wider. He
pressed one finger against his anus, circling the tight ring of muscle while his other
hand squeezed his cock. Timing, Will thought, everything was in the timing. Not just
sex but life. If he hadn t agreed to go to the gym that night, he d never have met her. If
he d driven slower, driven faster&
Will breathed out and eased his middle finger through the puckered ring of muscle,
kept pushing until he was up to the webbing and could get no deeper. At the same
time, his thumb settled over the pressure point behind his balls and pressed. The twist
in his gut came at once, the need to come rising fast like a barometer in unsettled
weather. Will tightened his grasp on his cock while he pressed hard with the thumb and
finger of his other hand. Pleasure and pain surged together, one taking turns to
overwhelm the other until he craved something bigger and harder, deeper inside him.
Or maybe something smaller and thinner. Her fingers.
What did she think? Did it turn her on? Turn her off? Was she brave enough to
come closer? Would she do this for him? Will imagined Imo s slender fingers stroking
his chest, working their way to his cock. Would she wrap her soft lips around him while
her finger played in the crease of his backside? Would Imo be brave enough to slip her
finger into his asshole?
Oh fuck. Imo? When he realized who filled his mind, Will s arousal spiked. Miss
Perfect with her pink nails. Miss Nervous as she crawled down the plank chewing her
lip. Miss Disaster when she inflated the life raft. Oh God, he d been torn between fury
and laughter. That bruise on her face she d tried to hide. A fucking flying giraffe? Anger
tightened his grasp and Will quickened his stroke.
His breathing grew more labored as his hand pumped harder. Will broiled, the sun
beating down on him, his veins full of fire. A boatload of day-trippers could have
anchored yards away and he wasn t sure he could stop if he wanted to. He squeezed
the tip of his cock on the upstroke, wrapping his fingers and thumb around the head,
teasing for a moment before he dragged his hand down.
His cock had turned hard enough to hurt, his balls full enough to explode. His
asshole burned around the finger thrusting into it and still he maintained the pressure
with his thumb to stop himself coming. One thumb against the combined power of his
brain, balls and cock. Will gave a choked laugh and pressed harder. This was the best
part, these moments before he lost control and his body took over, the torment
exquisite, the tension that surged through him like an electric current. Heat flashed
down his limbs, his balls drew up to the base of his cock and the muscles in his legs
tingled.
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Will neared his limit. A couple more caresses of his cock and he d come. Did she
know how close he was? Was she wet? Will felt the teeth of the first spasm take hold
and he clenched his jaw. Now. He jammed his thumb hard into the slight dip between
his balls and anus. Had she ever seen anyone do this? Ever done this to a guy?
Waves of pleasure built until they swept over Will s head, his orgasm in full flight
but nothing came from his cock. No spurt of fluid jetted through his fingers to coat his
chest. The pressure of his thumb held his cum in the channel it longed to rush down,
forced it elsewhere, yet it didn t stop his orgasm. Nor could Will prevent the cry leaping
from his throat.
 Fuck, fuck, fuck.
The surge of adrenaline lifted him to another level of sensation. The biting
contractions seizing his body were so long and intense that Will shuddered and gasped
for breath. His back rubbed against the rock as his legs jerked and his hips bucked. He
came again and then again and again.
Imo hadn t realized she d been holding her breath until her head began to swim
and black dots marred her vision. She dropped behind the rock to gulp air into her
lungs. Oh my God, that was amazing. Will looked so beautiful, his skin glistening in the
sunlight as saltwater sprayed over him, his face displaying his pleasure, his hands
expertly working his body. Oh Christ, his cock. Long and thick, rising from a wreath of
black curls, the head dark with blood, the thick veins along the length it was
magnificent.
And he d not come. No, that wasn t right. He had. Imo knew he had but he hadn t
let his cum spurt out. Unless he d had the invisible woman on top of him. Imo
sniggered in silence. He d done something to stop it and because of that he d
heightened the experience. Wow. Though a little bit of her was disappointed she d not
got to see the streams of his juice coating his hand and body. Something about that
really turned her on.
Imo took another peek over the top of the rock and frowned. He d gone. Damn.
Then again, maybe it wasn t so bad because she was desperate to come now and if he d
still been there, Imo wasn t sure she d have dared do anything about it. She got on her
knees and pressed her forehead against the rock. It wasn t going to take much to bring
her off. One touch and she d explode.
Only maybe she should make herself wait. Could she? She took her hand out of her
bikini.
* * * * *
Everyone had jobs to do as they came into port. Imo s was to tie the fenders on the
left side of the boat. Port she kept telling herself. Karen showed her how to do the
knot and left her while she hung the protectors on the other side. Imo was a bundle of
nerves. When she d swum back to the boat, the others were waiting, swimming
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costumes back in place. Will ignored her but occasionally she caught him staring at her
and Imo convinced herself that he knew she d watched. She spent the rest of the
afternoon hardly listening to Stefan s instructions while she thought of a way to ask
Will for a drink. Imo tied on the third fender and crept back to the cockpit.
 We ll go in bows to, Stefan said.  Liz on the anchor. Drop at my signal.
There was so much to remember and this part looked really tricky. The harbor was
full of boats. It reminded Imo of a grocery store parking lot at Christmas. Stefan aimed
the yacht at a gap that looked too narrow and then someone whistled on the quay and
pointed behind them.
 You lost something, the guy yelled.
 Shit, Stefan said.  Anchor away. Fend off on the port side. Will, would you pick
up Brad, George and Matt?
 Yep.
Imo looked behind the boat and jumped up. To her horror, the three fenders she d
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