The Legal Brief

The yacht cut through the turquoise water like a blade, and I felt every tremor of the engine through the soles of my bare feet. Leo stood at the helm, one hand on the wheel, the other wrapped around a sweating bottle of beer. He was thirty-six, a corporate lawyer who’d just closed the biggest case of his career, and he looked like he needed to fuck someone senseless.

I was that someone. A stranger he’d picked up at the marina bar an hour ago.

“You’re staring,” he said without turning.

“You’re worth staring at.”

He laughed, low and rough. “Flattery won’t get you a discount on my hourly rate.”

“I’m not paying for legal advice.”

He cut the engine. The sudden silence was deafening, broken only by the lap of water against the hull and the cry of gulls overhead. He turned, and his eyes raked over me — my sundress, the way the wind pressed it against my thighs.

“Come here.”

I did. The deck was warm under my feet. When I reached him, he grabbed my wrist and pulled me against his chest. His mouth found mine without preamble — hungry, tasting of salt and beer. His free hand slid down my back, cupped my ass through the thin cotton, squeezed hard.

“I’ve been thinking about this since you sat down next to me,” he muttered against my lips.

“Thinking about what, counselor?”

He didn’t answer with words. He hoisted me up, and I wrapped my legs around his waist. My back hit the cabin wall, and he pressed his hips into mine. I could feel him through his linen pants — thick, hard, insistent.

“Fuck,” I breathed.

He carried me down the narrow stairs into the cabin. The bed was a mess of tangled sheets and scattered case files. He dumped me on it, and I bounced once, laughing. He stood over me, unbuttoning his shirt with quick, impatient fingers.

“You have no idea how badly I need this,” he said.

“Show me.”

He dropped his pants. His cock sprang free — long, uncut, already glistening at the tip. My mouth went dry. He crawled over me, pushing the hem of my dress up my thighs, exposing my bare cunt.

“No panties,” he said, a grin spreading across his face. “You planned this.”

“I hoped.”

He lowered himself, and his mouth found my clit before I could say another word. His tongue was hot and precise — a lawyer’s tongue, I thought wildly, used to finding the right argument. He flicked and circled, and I bucked against his face, grabbing fistfuls of his dark hair.

“Oh god, Leo…”

He hummed against me, and the vibration sent a shockwave through my spine. My hips lifted off the mattress. He slid two fingers inside me, crooked them just right, and I came with a strangled cry, my thighs clamping around his head.

He surfaced, grinning, his chin slick. “That’s one. I’m going for three.”

He flipped me onto my stomach. I heard the crinkle of a condom wrapper, then felt the weight of him as he settled behind me. His cock nudged my wet entrance, teasing.

“Please,” I whimpered.

“Please what?”

“Fuck me.”

He thrust in, all at once, and I gasped. He filled me completely, stretching me, and he didn’t move. Just stayed there, buried to the hilt, his breath hot on my neck.

“You feel like heaven,” he said, his voice strained.

Then he started to move. Hard. Fast. The bed creaked in rhythm, and I pressed my face into the sheets, moaning. His hand found my clit again, rubbing in tight circles, and I felt the second orgasm building, coiling low in my belly.

“Come for me,” he growled. “Come on my cock.”

I shattered. My whole body clenched around him, and he groaned, thrusting deeper, chasing his own release. He came with a shudder, his hips stuttering, a low curse spilling from his lips.

He collapsed beside me, breathing hard. The cabin was quiet except for our ragged breaths and the gentle rock of the yacht. After a moment, he started to laugh.

“What?” I asked, rolling onto my side.

“I’ve never done that before. Picked up a stranger. Fucked on my boat.”

“First time for everything.”

He pulled me against him, his hand tracing lazy circles on my hip. “You want a drink?”

“I want to go again.”

His grin was wolfish. “I like the way you negotiate.”