by Riley Baxter
When Myles and his grandpa had stepped into the elevator after yet another run in with the rude but sexy woman, Grandpa Feelgood swung a knowing look over at him. “Boy, I sure hope you have mad redeeming qualities and more than what you just spewed out of that trap of yours. Cause you sure stepped in some deep shit with those two women.”
“Gramps, don’t worry cause I’m not.”
“Boy, please downplay it all you want, but those two would have put you on a roaster had I not intervened.”
An hour later, Myles checked into his balcony room.
He shook his head at all the chastising he got from his gramps all the way to the ship.
Sighing after he unpacked, he headed to the gym and sauna to relax before starting this cruise. After all, he felt extra tense from all the traveling woes he’d encountered. He had no idea that when he walked into the sauna, he would find a vision of perfection. He stumbled into the wall as he noticed that Ms. Rude was asleep face down with her legs gaping open causing an unobstructed view of her bare ass.
Ordinarily, this wouldn’t be a problem for him, but he wondered if she knew that her ass was on display for the pleasure of everyone entering the sauna? He just about spit his damn tongue out of his mouth from the vision she created.
Shit, this woman is going to be the death of me.
He decided to avoid this temptress and backed out of the room slowly, as to not be heard or wake her up. The last thing he wanted to do was hear her rude mouth for the third time today.
Nope, I’ll save myself some aggravation with this woman.
Now feeling wholly worked up, he decided to utilize the gym amenities while it seemed relatively quiet. Grabbing a towel, he proceeded to the treadmill, thinking about what lay between Ms. Rude’s glorious looking thighs. The woman, although he hated to admit it, was the epitome of beauty. With smooth skin that seemed to be kissed just right by God. He’d noted her shoulder length hair currently styled in a bun thingy. He’d give anything to be able to wrap his hands in her hair as he thrust inside of her from behind.
Damn, this woman is already getting inside my head. And she’s been a pain in my ass from the moment I met her.
He kept trying to convince himself not to be attracted to her. But as he remembered her laying in the steam room, he couldn’t help it. The last thing he needed was to fall victim to her disrespect. “Fuck, how am I going to stop thinking about her ass?”
The more he thought about her, the harder he walked on the treadmill. With the need to feel the burn from anywhere but his tightened dick, he increased the speed and started a light sprint. Just as he got into a good rhythm, here came the object of his annoyance. He could see her staring at him from the mirror and tried with herculean strength to convince his cock to shift its position.
Myles didn’t need her thinking he was desperate for pussy and especially hers, along with the other things she’d already accused him of earlier today.
~Chapter Three~
Kayla had gotten up from her brief nap in the steam room but the sight that greeted her as she was about to exit stopped her cold in her tracks. Her wet dream inducer was pounding the treadmill pavement like he was running from one of the cast members of the Walking Dead. If she weren't so turned on by his image, it would be hilarious.
Hot damn, this man is gonna turn my panties into ashes.
She observed his arms as he pumped them while he ran. His arms looked like he lifted weights daily but not like he did steroids. As she allowed her eyes to roam down to his stomach, she was able to see a sculpted washboard outline. “Have mercy I need to see what’s underneath that t-shirt.” But before her eyes could go down any further, he stopped the treadmill suddenly, causing her to bolt from the gym.
After nearly running away from the man and his hot body, Kayla stepped off the elevator on the 9th floor, she could hear boisterous excitement coming from a room and instantly knew it was her sisters. Laughing, she knocked on Reia’s door and waited for them to open the door.
“Partying without me huh Sisters?” she asked Caressa.
Caressa shook her head. “Well Sis, you left your room, and we had no way to communicate with you. As you well know, drinks wait for no one.”
This quintet had already gotten past the stage of partying like it was 1999 as Prince so eloquently sang.
Holding up a fruity looking drink for her Jocelyn said, “Time to catch up, we’re already two drinks in.”
At her usual outrageous best, Rachel chose this moment to bring the rest of the group up to speed on the previous day and this morning’s events, “So now that we’re all here together, how about we discuss Kayla’s new annoyance with Mr. Sexy Ass.”
With loud applause, curious expressions and, “Out with-it Kayla,” all the girls pressed her for details.
Sighing loudly, Kayla decided to start with the most recent occurrence and work her way backward, especially since she still remembered his running physique from moments ago.
All caught up, the girls were silently pondering the information Kayla just provided for them. Between the drinks consumed and the talk about hot guys on treadmills, they were feeling the need to stroke a little something—something of their own.
After another hour of teasing, laughing and dirty talk, Kayla went back to her room to grab her B.O.B. and her favorite lube, although with the way she felt, she doubted she would need the help and proceeded to undress. Lying on the bed, she rubbed on her nipples imagining that her hands belonged to Mr. Asshole. Slowly moving downward, she opened her legs wider. Her fingers glided across her clit confirming she was indeed soaking wet, and the lube wasn’t needed. After talking about Mr. Asshole’s sexy ass along with fantasizing about just what he could do with his hands, she’d generated enough lubrication to spare.
Picking up her battery-operated boyfriend, she turned it on adjusted the setting while simultaneously moving it towards her clit. The first contact with her pussy caused her to jerk off the bed. “Ah…” So ready to play out this fantasy with a particular man in mind, she eased B.O.B. into her wetness, she began to work herself into a frenzy. Now if only her fantasy would become her reality. “That’s it, baby, take me to heaven,” she said picturing his face while easing it in and out, in and out. Turning up the setting and relaxing into the vibrations, she began to rock her hips with each insertion. Just as she began to come, she started whispering, “Mr. Panty Melter, make me come just like this, Asshole.” Her climax was explosive, but as she came back down, she felt pissed because she found herself even more sexually frustrated.
Dammit, she had to get out of this room, so cleaning up her toy she put it away. She threw on a nightshirt while foregoing her undergarments and exited the room headed to the Serenity deck.
In a room further down the hall, Myles asked, “Gramps are you sure you’re going to be okay in this room all by yourself?”
Grandpa Feelgood stared at him like he’d sprouted two heads. “Boy, if you don’t get your ass out of my room and go find something to do, I’m gonna thump you on the head. All the activities on this cruise and you in here bothering me? Get out of my room.”
Caught off guard by his grandfather’s words, Myles laughed hard. “Ok Gramps, point well-made. I’ll be in my room for the rest of the night if you need anything. It’s been a long day. I need a minute to get my sea legs and get my energy level together cause I have a feeling you’re about to have me hopping this week.”
As he headed for the door, grandpa headed for the balcony.
After unsuccessful attempts at unwinding in his room, Myles decided to take a walk around the ship. He’d heard how magnificent it was to see the moon as it brightened up the dark seas. Putting on a wife beater, gym shorts, and slippers, he left the room.
The hall seemed quiet for a cruise ship, but Myles assumed that due to the hour, people were at the late-night shows, clubs, or casino. Making his way to the lido deck to head outside, he passed by the nightclub that appeared to be in full swing. Jus
t as I figured. The club seemed to be jumping, as the DJ blasted Yo Gotti ft. Nicki Minaj, Rake It Up. Myles stepped inside the club to listen to a few verses. His style of music was very diverse as a good song, was a song regardless of who made it. Bobbing his head, he observed the scene for about five minutes before continuing outside.
He headed up to the Serenity deck in search of an unoccupied hammock. Finally, completing his full search for a hammock, his eyes landed on the woman who’d been haunting his memory. He was starting to believe she favored sleeping on her stomach, as she was again face down with those beautiful legs spread open but this time her feet were hooked together in an attempt at being crossed. It did nothing to conceal the vision between her legs and this time, it almost looked like she wore no undergarments.
Biting his knuckles, Myles groaned. Instead of being a silent voyeur again, he decided to wake her up and request that they share space as all the other hammocks were full. Lightly tapping her shoulder, he said, “Excuse me, Ms. Rude but do you mind if we share this hammock? It seems as if all the others are taken.”
Kayla felt surprised that she’d even fallen asleep as she lifted her head up to find the sexy asshole. Still reeling from her earlier drink fest and feeling brave, she replied, “Ok, you can share my hammock, but stay on your side.”
Smirking, he retorted, “With you lying here looking like my very own wet dream initiator, I’m not sure that I can make that promise. So, are you willing to let me share your hammock without my consenting to behaving?”
Kayla still feeling brave turned over on her back and scooted over, wordlessly agreeing.
Both knew this could be the start of a possible truce between them. At first, things were quiet, neither knowing what to say to the other, but the quiet was driving Kayla bonkers, so she decided to break the ice, “So, tell me about yourself, cause my only knowledge is that you’re an ass and I’m sure that’s not what you want me to believe.
Chuckling, he decided to take the high road, “First off, hold back much? But it’s cool. I don’t think you even caught my nickname for you when I first arrived.”
“Uh yeah, I heard it but chose not to dignify it with a response as it further contributed to your asshole qualities.”
“Interesting, well let’s move along, my name is Myles Feelgood. I live in Springfield, Ohio. I’ve been living there for the past few years. I’m originally from Trotwood, Ohio. I’m a doctor specializing in the field of orthopedics. How about you, what’s your name and what do you do?”
Kayla became mesmerized by his eyes and mouth all while feeling impressed, she remembered his relaxed attire from the day before at the airport and would never have expected him to be a doctor. “Is that all the information you’re providing for yourself?”
Smiling, Myles decided to give her a little more, “I studied as well as interned at Johns Hopkins in Baltimore, MD. Every couple of years, I return to participate in lectures for aspiring students in my field. I started my private practice four years ago. And although, there are two other doctors within the practice, patients mostly want to be treated by me due to my ranking as a surgeon. Last year, I was named the top orthopedic surgeon in my region. And that accolade didn’t come without sacrifices. I’m the older of two children born to my parents. Before you ask, I have a sister Monica who is currently studying abroad for the next six months. My parents are still married and have been for the last thirty-six years. You met my paternal grandfather; he’s my only living grandparent. His name is Harte which also happens to be my middle name.” Putting his index finger on his chin he seemed to be contemplating what else to share. “Let’s see, oh I’m thirty-five. Need to know my blood type or is that good?” he finished with a smirk.
Kayla’s lips turned up into a bit of a smile, as she dove into her reply, “No, thanks for sharing so much of your personal information with me. I guess it’s my turn. I’m Kayla Michelle Banks. Like you, I live in Ohio, but I’m an hour away in Powell. I grew up in Cleveland Ohio and was happy to get out of there. But I’m a Cleveland Browns fan through and through and before you try to clown my Browns, consider if you want to learn about me in other painful ways.” She gave him a wink after making the statement. “Anyway, I’m thirty-two, and I am a CEO of my own consulting company. My parents are also married and have been for twenty-eight years. Daddy had to sample the milk completely before choosing to buy after four years of samples began to run low.”
Both Myles and Kayla hollered with laughter from this admission.
“However, that will not be me. I refuse to let a man sample that long. You men are so slow in decision making, and you’re always trying to confirm that you have no other options before settling down.” She looked away trying to shake the memories that flooded her mind.
Hesitantly nodding in agreement, Myles blurted out, “You won’t have any trouble getting a man to tie you down, have you seen yourself? You’re a gorgeous woman.”
Kayla paused for a second to see if he’d blurted that out or maybe he was suddenly invaded by an alien. Where are the asshole remarks? “Thanks, I think?”
“Listen, I’m sorry it was not my intention to offend you,” he said. “But I’m surprised by your summing up of what men think because you’ve got to know how beautiful and enticing you are. And if you don’t, maybe I need to stop letting my mouth tell you and allow my actions to show you.”
At that moment, Kayla found herself warming up from more than the still humid outside temperature. “How about we lay back and just enjoy the silence for a bit ok?” She tried to cut off the sudden temptation to lift her nightshirt and get some air to her lower region.
Thinking about what she’d just shared about herself Myles’ annoyance with her was dwindling. Ms. Rude just might be his ideal match. Her beauty was a bonus as well.
He agreed to her asking for silence, but since she didn’t say anything about touching, he slid his hand into her lap and began taking a slow journey underneath.
Subconsciously, Kayla opened her legs wider.
Taking this as a sign to continue, Myles decided to journey toward her mound, and his fingers felt the ball of a piercing. As he explored further, he thought he felt a chain and decided to search further, ignoring Kayla’s breathing that was becoming labored with each subtle pull of her nether lips.
He tried not to let the drool from his mouth spill past his lips. “Uh, so a pussy piercing huh? I think you might be the freak I’ve been needing.”
“How about you find out just how that piercing makes me feel when sucked?” Kayla finally replied.
Needing no other invitation, Myles slowly slid her nightshirt up.
But before he could reveal her or the mystery piercing, they heard someone calling her name, “Kayla Michelle Banks what the hell are you doing up here with this man?”
Kayla ducked her head to Myles’ chest groaning, “That’s my friend and sister, Jocelyn.”
Myles fighting the pressure tightening in his dick mumbled to Kayla, “Ultimate pussy blocker I see.” To her friend, Jocelyn he said, “Hi, I’m Myles, nice to meet you, Jocelyn.”
Jocelyn coming face to face with his baby blues had to suddenly swallow hard, then she stammered out, “N-nice, to meet you, M-Myles. You want to tell me why you have my sister in this very public and compromising position?”
Myles replied, “Honey trust me, this is the least compromising position I plan to have your sister in.”
Kayla groaned with embarrassment her head still buried in his chest.
Jocelyn crossed her arms over her chest while trying not to react to his words as she turned slightly away from them giving them time to get themselves together.
Myles looked down at Kayla and with words of promise stated, “Kayla, I’ll let you go for now, but we will rectify this later.”
“You bet your ass we will,” Kayla confirmed.
While adjusting his shorts with one hand and pulling Kayla to a standing position with his other hand, Myles stated, “Ladies,
let me be a gentleman and walk you to your rooms. What floor are you on?”
Kayla looked down seeming distracted by the massive bulge in Myles’ pants and didn’t seem to hear a word he said.
Jocelyn, still turned away from them said, “I’m in 9315 and Kayla is in 9335”.
Laughing, Myles happily informed them, “Well ladies, we’re on the same floor. I’m also on the 9th floor.” Then he whispered to Kayla, “9419.”
After dropping Jocelyn off at her room, Myles stood outside of Kayla’s door caressing her arms. “Thanks for keeping me company tonight Kayla and for allowing me to see you to your room. See? I’m not always an asshole.”
“It was my pleasure Myles, and I appreciate the opportunity of getting to know a little more about you, good night.”
Then before she could get into the room or close the door, Myles stepped forward, planted a quick kiss on her lips and walked away. He hoped she would realize he intended to find her again, and finish what they started.
~Chapter Four~
Grand Turk…
Two days later, Caressa, Rachel, Jocelyn, Reia, and Kayla were lounging on the beach in Grand Turk sipping on the island’s version of rum punch.
Kayla hadn’t run into or seen Myles since that night on Serenity deck, as she’d been spending time with her sisters. Looking out towards the crystal blue water’s edge, she saw their cruise director Dr. E diving into the water.
To her right, Reia sat up quickly to see just how well he handled the waves.
Caressa, however, said what all five women were thinking, “Wouldn’t you like to be his shorts or those waves right now, damn that’s a lot of man right there.”
Their cruise director had been giving a whole new meaning to chocolate goodness and between his rock-hard abs and buns of steel, he had most of the single women onboard vying for his attention.
“Caressa, the only shorts you need to be envying are the ones that are covering your boyfriend, my brother’s,” Jocelyn stated.