Billionaire Stepbrother: Spring(2)

This must have gotten him excited, as I could feel a hard rising digging into me from behind.

His arms wrapped around my waist and pulled me closer to him. Yup, he was rock–solid. My pulse quickened in response; beating an echoing thrum around my entire being.

For a few moments I waited, leaning against him, enjoying the surge of adrenaline that flowed through me and pressed my bum against his manhood as he got more oil.

Using slick fingers, Lex caressed up my sides, sending shockwaves as he went, and he forced me to lift my arms slightly up and away from my body. His fingertips brushed against the edge of my breasts, and as he played with the silky skin, his touch sent more sparks of pleasure to my core, causing my nipples to stiffen under my hands.

Lex got bolder, and with the help of the oil, he slipped his hands under the triangular material of the bikini and cupped my heavy breasts. I still had a tight hold of the top and resisted letting go, enjoying the feel of his hand beneath mine, playing with me, with only a thin segment of cloth between us.

Lex leaned forward and nuzzled his stubbled chin into my neck. The way his coarse hair rubbed against the delicate strip of skin up along my throat was in stark contrast to the slippery oil that he covered my bare breasts with. It all felt so deliciously naughty, and my nether region trembled in excitement.

“Let go of the top,” he whispered.

I shook my head. I gasped as he bit down onto my exposed earlobe, punishing me for my defiance.

My eyes darted quickly from one side of the deck to the other, making sure none of the crew could see us. I pondered for a brief moment, as conflicting thoughts swirled around my head. What if someone saw us? What would they think of me?

The mimosas earlier had blurred the edges of my mind; I couldn’t think straight, but as Lex rubbed at each tender nipple, I knew that I wanted him above all else. And I reasoned the crew were most likely inside minding their own business anyway.

“It’s OK, it’s just us. Let me see them. I need to see your tits,” he encouraged and kissed up my neck, licking the pulsing vein as my breathing hitched. I dropped my hands to my sides, but the bikini top clung defiantly to my chest as it rested upon Lex’s hands.

With a quick flick of his finger the top tumbled from its perch and dropped into my lap.

Lex opened his cupped hands and lifted my oil covered tits high to reveal them as he looked over my shoulder.

I looked down and watched him as he teased them. He made a shelf with his hands, hoisted them up, and circled my nipples rapidly with his thumbs. The sensation drove me wild; watching him do it with the added pleasure of the oil to lubricate my skin was almost ecstasy.

He let one breast fall back down as he reached for the open bottle of oil that’d been baking in the sun. He held it above us, in front of my face, and tilted it slowly upside–down.

A bead of oil accumulated at the top and swelled before gravity took over. The boiling drop splashed down onto my skin, causing me to flinch. But Lex held me still, keeping one breast hostage, tight in his hand, as the next and the next oil drops cascaded down onto my waiting breasts. I held my head back, relishing the gentle burning of the oil as I pressed my butt hard against his cock; wanting him to take me right there and then.

Lex quickly discarded the bottle and squeezed my tits together again, causing the oil to ooze and trickle down over my bare stomach and into my lap.

His hand followed the trail down my torso, allowing my breasts to be completely exposed the salty air, but he continued on his way down, close to the edge of my bikini bottoms.

Oil pooled and soaked into the fabric around my pussy, and I could feel the oil slipping between my lips, mingling with my own excited juices. I wanted Lex’s finger to follow, to slip inside just as the oil had done. He didn’t disappoint.

His hand palmed my pussy, rubbing hard against my folds, making the front of the bottoms bunch up to one side and exposing a maintained landing strip.

Before I knew what was happening, Lex removed his hands from my slippery folds and lifted me onto his lap. His cock nudged at my entrance, eager to be let in as he lay back against the lounger. I was surprised and mystified at how he’d managed to quickly remove himself from his shorts, but I didn’t have much time to think as his hands pulled desperately at my bikini bottoms and opened my legs up wide; open and exposed.

I was facing away from him, looking out at the ocean as my legs straddled either side of his toned body, on top of his crotch. And with a quick tilt of his hips, his rigid cock slipped effortlessly into my channel. I gave a cry of deep pleasure.

The yacht rocked, and we hardly had to move at all. My walls clenched intermittently around his shaft just as Lex squeezed his butt, causing him to rise within me, getting deeper with each push.