I arrived late for the party, really late. Most of the people had already left the house boats or were past out by the time I got there. Cursing my boss for making me work those last few hours, I went around looking for something to drink and people I knew. Grabbing some rum and coke, I poured myself a drink and kept the bottle. Make my way through the party debris and the few functional people, I mingled. Talking about the nice weather and the fun of the lake, adding in a few choice comments about my boss. As I wandered around, I saw and heard some people having, what I like to call, way too much fun. Taking a couple of peeks into a few rooms, I got to see kissing and sucking and fucking. Now, I am not normally a peeping tom but sometimes you have to do what you have to do. I watched for a bit and then getting even more frustrated, I turned and walked away for some serious drinking.
A few hours pass of me wandering through the party, talking and drinking. I was looking for you but I hadn't found you yet. No one I talked to knew if you were still around or even if you had been there for sure. Questioning drunk people is soooo pointless sometimes, ok most of the time. We had met at the previous lake party, only briefly but I wanted you so bad since that night, it was driving me a little crazy. I fell in lust with your tattoos and piercings and that tough girl attitude. Even now, it got me a little wound up to think about you. Face it, you made me drool. More than a little disappointed, I searched for a place to crash, being about a 5th of rum past being able to drive. Of course, that is when I found you.
You were crashed out or maybe passed out in one of the rooms. You were on a bed, your body sprawled across it. A tight shirt and a pair of shorts graced your form and your streaked blonde hair was mussed from sleep. I stared at your long legs, your toned stomach and your cute little breasts as you slept. The boat rocked a little, almost sending me towards you, like the lake itself was encouraging me. We had shared some thoughts the last time and they had gone from pleasant and polite to kinky over the evening. I knew you were interested but how far I was not sure. Ah, fortune favors the bold, I thought as I moved towards you. I knelt down beside the bed, a trifle unsteady thanks to the great quantities of rum I had consumed. Leaning over I kissed your neck, the tip of my tongue making caressing circles across your skin. You murmured pleased sounds in your sleep. I was encouraged.
I brushed the hair, gently and softly, away from your face and took a moment to gaze at your face. Your sexy lips called to me so I leaned down and kissed you and them softly. Keeping my eyes open, I saw yours open a few moments into the kiss. I broke the kiss and moved back a little so you could see all of my face and I waited. I knew that some might consider what I had done to be in poor taste but I was sure you weren't one of them but I waited for the shit to hit the fan.
"Hi," I said to you.
"Hi," you returned and tried to shake sleep off of your brain.
I watched you, your eyes gaining focus. I couldn't wait though so I leaned forward and kissed you again. You didn't respond for a moment.
"Um, David, what are you doing?" You asked our lips still pressed together.
"Oh Sara, I am kissing you," I reply.
Pulling your head back, you look at me. Fire flashing in those eyes and this mischievous smirk on your face.
"Did I say you could?" you ask, smiling still.
"Did I ever say I needed your permission?" I retort.
"Um, yes I think you do."
"No, I don't," I respond as I reach and grab your head in my hands.
Pressing my lips against yours, I hold onto you bringing you deeper into the kiss. Your struggles are half-hearted at best, as you push against my chest. Firmly holding your head between my hands, I scrape my teeth across your lower lip. You murmur something but start to kiss me back. Our lips and tongues move against each others as we kiss. You taste good. You shove hard against me when my grip relaxes and I lose my hold on you.
Scrambling off the bed you move onto the stairs, I have to admit I was surprised and a little caught up in what was going on in my head. For some reason, escaping wasn't what I had planned for us. I stared a moment, watching you head out the door and up the stairs but I caught that smirk again as your turned back towards me and then you disappear.
I, slowly, get to my feet and follow you up the stairs. I am more than willing to chase but I much prefer the slow deliberate walk to the mad sprint. Once at the top of the stairs, I look across, the now barren boat. I see your head a moment as you duck back behind the steering house. Moving quietly and slowly, I cross the deck. The little noise I make is covered by the gently lapping of water against the hull. Going around the opposite side, I see your crouched form peering the other way. I love that ass of yours in those tight shorts. My approach is cautious as I sneak up behind you and then I grab you. You let out a little yelp in surprise and try to shake loose but I quickly trap you between me and the steering house. Our bodies pressed together you struggled against me, trying to slip past me and the wall and escape. Letting you think you are about the get free, I catch you and push hard against the wall.
"Now, now now, little birdie, where do you think you are going?" I ask.
You smile and say nothing still trying to escape. Grabbing your hair, I pull your head to one side and I bite into your neck. You yelp again but then moan softly, before you catch yourself. Leaning my body into yours, my other hand slides behind you. Caressing my way down your back, my finger tips stroking your spine along your lower back. My fingers brush the tattoos I have seen there and I feel you shiver. The biting stops and my tongue slides across your skin, working my way up to your ear and it flicks out against your earlobe. You moan louder this time but you push at me and manage to stagger me back and you slip away. You pause to try to decide which way to go and I catch your wrist in my hand and pull you back towards me.
I growl at you, tiring of this game. You are still smiling as I but it falters a little as I drag you to the rail. Grabbing some loose rope lying on the deck in my other hand., I pin you to the rail. Letting go of the rope for a moment as I force you to your knees by pulling hard on your hair. I release you hair and hold your wrist to the rail as I grab the rope back up. You struggle and push on me as I try to tie your wrist to the rail. Frustrated, I take the simple solution of sitting on you, trapping most of your body under mine.
"David, stop it," You say, with an odd catch in your voice.
"No," I state.
Tying first one wrist to the rail, then lopping the rope around it I tie the other as well. Making sure it is tight but not tight enough to cause you to lose feeling, I inspect you. You have lost your smirk and replaced it with a very serious, vague pissed off look. It is my turn to smirk.
"What did you expect to happen when I gave chase?" I ask.
You look at me but say nothing.
"I told you the last time, I am forceful and dominant in the bedroom and thus here we are."
"WE aren't in the bedroom," You almost yell out.
"Oh but we are playing games aren't we? Like hide and seek. You run and I chase?"
"I was just playing," You say, a little defensively.
"And now its my turn," I tell you.
Standing up and moving away from you, I look down at you. I smile at you, a naughty smile as I take in your trapped state. My fingers brush your cheek as I lean over you. Your teeth snap shut on air as I move my hand away quickly, dodging your attempt to bite it. Grabbing your hair and pulling it hard, I stare into your eyes.
