Pleasure Cruise

by Michelle M. Pillow

  Kira moved up and over him, slowly slinking her way above his body. His ruddy cock was swollen with need and her pussy was soaked equally with desire. She slid her hands down and unfastened the tiny clasps in the crotch of her panties. Damp and free, Kira straddled the handsome man.

  “Bloody hell, you are stunning,” he growled. “I could look at you for all eternity. I will look at you for all eternity.”

  “Thank you,” Kira shot him a confident smile and said, “You’re not too bad yourself there, tiger.”

  She made a roaring cat-like noise and moved over him, working her hips along him until he was begging for her to fuck him hard. Grinning, she slowly embedded his cock inside her. She let out a small cry when his hard flesh pried her body open. His girth alone was more than she was used to accommodating. It spread her to the brink and beyond. Her passage stretched wide, stinging with the mind-numbing friction his length caused. Unable to resist, she pushed her body onto him, taking him deep.

  The silk of his shirt was smooth beneath her fingertips and she glided her hands over his muscled chest. She cursed herself for not taking the time to undress him fully. He was quite the find, and seeing all of his naked glory would have made it even more exciting. She promised herself that next time he’d be completely naked.

  Kira began to rock on top of him, riding his shaft gently, pushing him deeper and deeper as she adjusted to fit all of him in. A weak moan of pleasure escaped her. Never had she felt so full, been touched so profoundly. He moved his hands to her hips and guided her, pulling her down hard so he was completely embedded. The slight discomfort of the deeper penetration quickly dissolved. He moved his fingers to her swollen clit and caressed her in slow, agonizingly perfect circles. Kira gasped in pleasure, feeling wave after wave of sensations.

  Under the guidance of his hands, she lifted up and ground her body back onto his. Each sway, each pull, brought his cock deeper into her, seating her flush to his hips. His distended flesh pressed firmly into her, causing the bittersweet agony of desperate need to surge within her hot core.

  “Too slow.” She growled, a low sound in the back of her throat, protesting his hold on her hips. “I need more. I need faster, harder, oh, fuck, yes…that’s it, baby. That’s it.” Kira lost all semblance of control. She rode his body hard and fast, clutching her breasts, tweaking her erect nipples as he watched. He pounded his cock deep within her, gliding in and out with the cream of her body. Intense sensations of pleasure exploded all along her body. She clawed violently at her breasts, before dropping her hands forward to do the same to his chest. His grip on her hips tightened as he forced her to ride at an unyielding pace. She lifted her legs, propelling herself, slamming his glorious cock inside her heated pussy.

  Kira scraped his small nipples with her nails, causing a deep moan to well from within his chest. His legs tightened and his mouth fell open in a silent scream as he fought for control. He grabbed her waist and cried, “I can’t hold it any longer.”

  “I’ve had my…sex shots for the year…I can’t get pregnant. It’s all right.” The words were absent, as she couldn’t think beyond the feelings inside her. Thinking he meant to buck her off him, Kira tossed her head back and fought the pull of his hands. She was so close to coming. Her body began to tremble and quake. She couldn’t pull off now—not now. Oh, please, not yet, just a little harder.

  The violent orgasm caught her off guard. Kira moaned at the explosion between her legs. She let the waves of pleasure continue to move through her as she rocked his thick shaft inside her.

  “No, your shots will not stop my…ah…ohhh!” Whatever he was going to say was drowned out by their loud cries.

  Kira didn’t hear him over the heartbeat echoing in her ears. Her body let loose a torrent of cream as he brought her to an immediate second climax. Her channel convulsed around him, sucking him in and milking the hot jet of seed from his body. The cum filled her, causing them both to groan in satisfaction. She collapsed weakly on top of him. A soft whimper of complete gratification left her throat.

  Kira gasped wildly, his cock still deep inside her. Her heart hammered. Her thighs tightened and stung in a way only a hard, deeply gratifying fuck could make them. She opened her mouth to speak but the words never made it past her lips. She was almost stunned by the sheer wantonness of her actions. Even for her, this was bold. What had come over her? Never had lust driven her to the point of utter madness where she acted without thought or care.

  Suddenly, someone screamed. Kira jolted, drawn out of her stupor, and looked around, almost confused, as she was drawn back to reality.

  “Clare!” Kira shouted, instantly concerned for her friend, as she jumped off the bed. The man began to protest but Kira didn’t care. Seeing a robe on the end of the bed, she grabbed it and pushed her arms through the sleeves. As she ran across the room, she pulled a leather whip hanging out of one of her bags. She left the man staring behind her, not caring at the moment about his feelings on the situation. Racing toward the door to Clare’s room, she didn’t look back.

  * * * * *

  Clare’s eyes rounded in horror when Kira came crashing through the adjoining door, wearing nothing but a silk robe. Kira’s gaze darted wildly all over room. She wielded a black leather whip over her head, appearing ready to strike out at any threat.

  Clare gasped, clutching the coverlet tighter, as if by doing so she could cover Kira too. Kira lowered her arms and frowned, almost appearing to be disappointed. Her cheeks were flushed and she seemed out of breath—more than she should have been just running across a bedroom. If Clare didn’t know better, she’d say Kira had just had sex. Seeing a pale, sexy man staggering up behind her friend with the telltale signs of being recently sated, she balked and let out a small groan. Kira had just had sex. Less than an hour on a boat to shag a hot guy? That was fast, even for Kira. Clare couldn’t help the irritation that came over her. Being sexually active was one thing, sleeping with a complete stranger was another. She would definitely be having a talk about this one, whether Kira wanted to or not.

  “Dominik?” the pale man with Kira inquired, as he glanced toward her handsome sparring partner. He chuckled lightly. “What’s going on in here? Is everything well?”

  Of course, he would be named something as sexy as Dominik, Clare thought, her gaze turning back to the tall man with the insolent smile. She tried to ignore the insistent pull of her body. Her nerves strained to be with him. Her mind held firm, refusing. She’d just have to tend to those needs later—much later when she had all the doors to the cabin locked tight and knew for certain she was completely alone.

  The thought brought Clare’s eye back to the object of her sudden horror and desire. The light sound of her vibrator drummed its way back into her brain. She paled, never wanting the floor to open and swallow her up so badly in her life.

  Kira, apparently realizing her friend wasn’t being murdered, let down her guard. A quizzical grin came to her features as she glanced at Dominik and the long purple vibrator he held.

  “Nice,” Kira said with a mischievous nod, pushing her lips together. “Is that how you say hello to all the girls, Cowboy? I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to interrupt what you were doing. Had I known you were only playing, I wouldn’t have barged in like that. Please, by all means, carry on. I’ll just go. Looks like you’ll be having fun. I really should dig out my camera before I go though. The people back at the office would pay big money to see the look on your face, Clare.”

  Dominik grinned, Kira smirked and the pale man against the door chuckled. Clare thought she would surely faint. Glancing at Dominik, she saw him lift his hand. Instantly, she felt better, calmer, more relaxed. Her thinking cleared.

  “Stop being crude, Kira! You know darned well you weren’t interrupting anything!” Clare said when she could finally speak. She was mortified beyond belief. “What has gotten into you?”

  Clare frowned at the handsome intruder. Her eyes pleaded with Dominik for mercy. To her amazement, h
e seemed to understand her silent cry for help. He looked guilty as he switched the vibrator off and quickly placed it back into the drawer. The action came too late. Everyone had seen it. She wanted to die.

  “Kira, tell this…this…idiot,” Clare’s words tapered off in frustration. She pointed at her tormentor. Dominik’s eyebrow rose in challenge at the insult. “Tell him that he’s in my room. Make him leave!”

  Dryly, in a monotone voice that was very unconvincing, Kira said, “Idiot, you are in her room. Leave now.”

  Clare glared at Kira in frustration, her body shaking with anger and something else she didn’t feel like analyzing at the moment. “Kira! You’re not helping! Please, I… Do you know what he did…he…”

  Dominik’s oh-so-kissable lips curled with meaning, cutting off her words, no doubt daring her to say what happened—all of it. She swallowed nervously, panicking. There was no way she was going to tell anyone what he’d witnessed her doing. This was too much! She wanted to find a corner to curl up in until this all just went away.

  The man from Kira’s room lounged against the doorframe, looking tousled and very relaxed. His gaze roamed freely over Kira’s backside. Kira was completely unconcerned with him but Clare was unnerved. Who was he anyway? And why was he still standing there? It wasn’t like she needed more of an audience than she already had. Great, this little scene would probably be all over the cruise ship and for the entire vacation they’d be referring to her as repressed vibrator girl. She could practically hear the snickering in her head. Tears tried to well in her eyes, but she blinked them back. Seeing them all looking at her expectantly, she frowned, nervous and shaking.

  Kira stepped closer. “Clare, I think you’re overreacting. We’re all adults here.”

  “No I’m not. If anything you’re under reacting! That’s always been your problem. Everything to you is a joke. You never take anything outside of work seriously.”

  Kira looked at the floor, but said nothing. Clare instantly felt bad for yelling at her.

  “He…he threw my bags out the window,” Clare said weakly, unable to look at Dominik’s dark eyes. She could feel him watching her, could sense his gaze roaming over her body with something akin to hot desire. “All my clothes are gone. Everything is gone. What am I supposed to do?”

  Kira laughed, only stopping when Clare gave her a pitiful look. “Sorry,” Kira said, covering her smile with her hand. “Let us all take a moment to mourn the loss of your drab wardrobe. The very elegant T-shirt collection from the secondhand store will sorely be missed by all. It is a sad day, one that will no doubt go down in the history books. Quick, somebody start the funeral and we can all shed a few tears.”

  “Kira,” Clare warned, near the end of her patience. Was she the only sane person in the room?

  “I’m just saying,” Kira shook her head. “How you can wear a business suit all day at the office and then be seen in public in nothing but an old T-shirt is beyond me.”

  “They are my after-work clothes. I like being comfortable when I’m not at the office and not all of my T-shirts are old. Oh, this whole thing is a mistake. I knew in my gut that I shouldn’t have come. I don’t know why I let you talk me into this! I should know better than to listen to your harebrained schemes,” Clare shot, frustrated. “This is just like last year when you tried to hire a stripper for my birthday present.”

  Kira’s eyes widened before she burst out laughing. Clare paled and turned to look at Dominik.

  “Oh, God! You’re a stripper, aren’t you? Great, my best friend in the whole world thinks she has to buy me sex. I really am pathetic, aren’t I? That’s why you stood there as though I should know who you are.”

  “Clare, I didn’t hire anyone. I promised to never do that again and I haven’t.” Kira still grinned. In an obvious attempt to lighten the mood, she added, “Besides, it wasn’t my fault that country boy Bobby came complete with a mullet. How many times do I have to say I’m sorry for that?”

  “That’s it. I’m going home!” Clare delicately sniffed, as she tried to regain the tattered shreds of her dignity. She lifted her jaw into the air and her body became rigid and full of purpose. “I’m not staying on this cruise a moment longer. You are all crazy!”

  Kira’s face fell and she rushed forward. “Oh, Clare, I’m sorry. I don’t know what’s gotten into me today. Please, reconsider. You’re already here and, unless you’re planning on swimming back to shore, you’re stuck. You don’t have to go. I’m sure the ship has a clothing store of some sort. We’ll go to the director and get this all straightened out, I promise. This is just a little inconvenience.”

  “I don’t call having my room raided by a…” Again a manly brow rose and Clare paused in frustration. Every time she looked at him her body quaked with hot desire. It made it hard to concentrate. Her stomach leapt with longing.

  Dominik shifted his weight and his gaze darkened. It was almost as is he knew what he did to her. He left her feeling vulnerable and exposed. She didn’t like it. She was used to holding her own, especially with men. The fact that Dominik melted her with just one heated look and a single syllable from his gorgeous mouth, made her very nervous. She didn’t have sexual impulses that made her want to jump just any cute man. That kind of thing she left to Kira. She shook her head in confusion, feeling helpless and very alone.

  Weakly, Clare finished her thought, “I don’t consider having my personal belongings thrown overboard a fun time. My favorite shirt was in there and now I have nothing to wear but this stupid bedspread. I’m going home.”

  “You can borrow something of mine,” Kira offered, “just until we can find that gift shop.”

  “Your stuff won’t fit me. It barely fits you.”

  Kira grinned. Only she would be proud of that fact.

  “There is no need for that,” Dominik stated. His Russian accent slipped leisurely from his lips. He crossed over to a dresser, pulled open a drawer and lifted out a red silk dress. He carefully laid it on the bed, caressing it as if his fingers felt something far beyond just silk. His dark gaze looked directly into hers. “You can wear this.”

  “I don’t like dresses!” Clare snarled, growling at him just to be difficult. She had a few dresses she wore to work but he didn’t need to know that. She tapped her foot like a spoiled child and pouted her lips. “Whose dress is it anyway? Is it yours? Oh, gawd, Kira, you didn’t hire a transvestite to show me a good time did you?”

  Kira shook her head no and Clare was slightly sorry about kicking her sarcasm into full force.

  “You must wear it.” Dominik actually managed to look apologetic. “And you cannot go home. The ship is already far out to sea. Unless, like your friend has said and you’d prefer to swim back to shore.”

  Clare’s mouth opened, ready to lay into the handsome irritation. She lifted her finger on the beginning of a tirade. Dominik smiled, lifted his hand, and again she felt the warm and fuzzy calmness. The man seemed to exude it like a heavy perfume.

  “Come on,” Kira said with a small laugh, before Clare could get a word out. She grabbed the man’s arm and pulled. “Dominik, why don’t you wait in my room with Cabin Boy where you’ll be a little more welcome?”

  “That is my room.” The sexy man, otherwise known as Kira’s latest male conquest, motioned behind him to Kira’s room. He frowned as Kira shot him an indignant look.

  Kira rolled her eyes. Clare still stared at the red dress and didn’t move. Kira pushed both men through the door. It always amazed Clare how Kira could appear to take control of any situation. “Just go wait in there for now! We’ll just have to get this whole room mix-up taken care of at the ship orientation. It was a welcome mistake, but a mistake all the same. Oh, and you two, don’t do anything unless you take pictures.”

  They looked shocked as Kira shut the door on them. Turning around, she dusted her hands for effect. “Oh my, he’s so incredibly hot. I would have so jumped his bones! Why in the world were you screaming like that, Clare?”
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  “You’re starting to babble.” Clare kept her words soft. She shivered. Her body ached, screamed at her in neglect and demanded an answer to the same question. She hated to admit it but jumping the voyeuristic man hadn’t been far from her mind since first laying eyes on him. There was something about him—a feeling she couldn’t place. “You only babble when you’re nervous. My goodness, Kira, you actually like this guy, don’t you? Do you know him? Please tell me you know him, because that would make me feel a whole lot better.”

  “Oh, Clare, don’t even think about starting with me,” Kira sighed.

  “What?”

  “I so know that look. You’re going to lecture me about Cabin Boy.”

  “Kira, you really should be more careful with yourself,” Clare said. “I worry about you sometimes. You take too many risks. “

  Kira refused to meet Clare’s eyes.

  “So tell me about the new stud,” Clare said.

  “Don’t know,” Kira said. “I didn’t get his name. I know, don’t say it. Apparently, we were assigned the same room by mistake. I just call him Cabin Boy. It’s a shame he’s really not the cabin boy. I really think these rooms should come with a complimentary man.”

  “Kira, you didn’t really have sex with him did you?”

  “Oh, honey, I most certainly did!” Kira groaned for effect, sitting and pulling her legs up to her stomach. “Gawd! Man, I wasn’t lying when I said I wish he was the cabin boy. I’d like to order him around for a long while. I’d insist that he be assigned to me for the week. I’d tie him to my bed and make him stay there the entire trip. I mean, you know me. I’m not one to exaggerate. I swear he was like,” Kira spread her hands wide, “like this thick and longer than any I’ve ever seen before and I’ve seen a hell of a lot of—”