“Yeah,” I whispered, slightly stunned. I really was better. The wool left my head and my pulse receded to a manageable volume, replaced by an amazed gratitude.
“How did you do that?” I whispered.
“Our caretaker used to get panic attacks sometimes,” he shrugged. “No big deal.”
I grinned, amazed that the feeling had dissipated so quickly without the usual humiliation of a full-blown attack. No one had ever been able to talk my mind back from the ledge before, but then again, no one had ever tried. One of the perks of keeping to myself was the minimal contact with anxiety-producing situations. “That was a great trick,” I sighed. “Thanks.”
“Don’t mention it.”
He patted my knee reassuringly, his fingers trailing up my thigh as he began to turn back to the front of the boat. Then he stopped, his eyes still locked with mine. I realized I was still staring at him with unabashed gratitude.
His fingers didn’t leave my thigh, instead he pulled gently, spreading my knees with a slow, tentative motion. My breath caught in my throat.
“Are you sure you’re OK?” he whispered, leaning closer to my face. His breath fell on my parted lips and I could taste a candy-like sweetness like pixie stix. He made my mouth water.
My mind reeled as he came closer to me. It almost didn’t seem real and I began to lean back. I felt like I was falling in slow motion.
His hand squeezed the inside of my thigh and then slid higher toward my panties. And then another hand touched my ribs, sliding around just under my left breast and over the top of my shirt, pinching my nipple through the fabric.
I gasped and turned to see Jackson staring at me silently. He bit his lower lip as his fingers kneaded my hard nipple through my shirt. His sky blue eyes caught just a tiny bit of the light and I could read the questioning expression on his face. Before I knew it I was nodding at him. I wanted to see what he would do. Would he continue? Was that the encouragement he needed?
Everything seemed to whirl in a tornado of sensations. Could this really be happening? I felt like I should ask something or say something, but I was afraid anything I could say would stop the train we were on, and my body really wanted me to shut up and let it just flow.
Declan slid his hand further up my thigh and started stroking the crotch of my white lace panties with his fingers. My pussy twinged and spasmed in response, unleashing a gush of hot juices that immediately soaked the fabric. I heard him sigh quietly, but I stared hard into Jackson’s eyes the whole time.
His expression grew more confident with every second. I felt like I knew him so well. Every tiny change in his face was as easy to read as a newspaper headline. He was responding to me, and I wanted desperately to see more of that. I felt like I’d been starving for that affirmation. As the desire grew in his eyes, my heart swelled with eager anticipation.
I almost didn’t notice Declan’s fingers sliding into my panties through the leg until he began lightly pinching the swollen nub of my slippery wet clit. Instantly I was flooded with lust and rocked back hard on his fingers. His ardent sighs filled the echoing chamber, and with every arch of my back, I saw Jackson’s interest inflame.
Every touch sent hot spasms through my hips and I pulsed shamelessly against Declan’s explorations. But I couldn’t take my eyes off Jackson. When I gasped, I saw him suck in his breath. I knew what that eager expression meant and had to take the chance.
“Kiss me,” I said softly.
Without another hesitation, Jackson ducked his head toward mine. He closed his lips gently over my waiting mouth as though we had kissed a thousand times. Softly at first, then with more curiosity, his tongue wandered along my teeth and lips, pushing my tongue back into my mouth so he could shove his in. I accepted his tongue eagerly and sucked at it lightly like it was a cock in my mouth.
Declan’s arm snuck around my waist and he lifted me up slightly. I submitted as readily as a rag doll in his hands. He yanked my panties over my hips and I heard his zipper go down, then felt the warm, velvety head of his cock nosing against my dripping, swollen lips.
I let go of Jackson’s sweet mouth the moment Declan flicked the head of his cock against my entrance. A moan burst from my lips and as soon as I heard it, I realized I had been holding it in for so, so long. All of a sudden I wanted to be filled up. My hips jerked back toward his and I threw one knee over his lap so I was half sitting.
Are you crazy? voices screamed in my head. Some other part of me tried to justify this all rationally, but the lust I’d pent up for so long threw all that aside and just commanded me to do it. Just do it, it said. Figure it out later, but do it now!