And I did a damn fine job at doing it, too.
I licked, sucked, and delved my tongue between those breasts, licking up every last drop of sticky sweetness.
“Oh, God,” she gasped shakily. “I want you.”
I lifted my hands and brought them up to her chest, sweeping my thumbs along the twin peaks of her breasts softly once. Then, I slowly pulled the cups down her rib cage.
“Drop your top over your breasts,” I ordered.
She took a surreptitious look around, and then did as I asked, while giving me an unencumbered view of those pretty tits.
The second she was semi-covered by the shirt, I dropped my mouth to one of her nipples, and sucked it roughly into my mouth, using my teeth lightly before giving it a solid tug with my lips.
“Sweet baby Jesus,” she shivered, pulling back so that her nipple fell free of my lips. “Do this one, too.”
I growled in agreement, but since my mouth was now occupied with the other breast, I chose to grunt my reply.
In fact, I was so enraptured with what I was doing above, that I didn’t pay attention to her hands until she had me nearly freed of my loose knit shorts.
“Oh, fuck.”
Those were the words that fell from my lips when I felt her tiny hand close around me—or at least try to. Her fingers weren’t that long, and my cock was big, making it nearly impossible for any woman to do—let alone someone with small hands to begin with.
“I want you inside of me,” she said, leaning forward so that her breasts were pillowed against my chest, and her lips were only a hairsbreadth away from my ear.
She didn’t have to tell me twice. With a move that was startling to both of us, I reached past the tiny shorts she was wearing, and moved her bathing suit to the side before testing her readiness.
The moment I felt the slickness between her legs, I pulled her up to where she covered my cock with her hand, and then placed myself at her entrance.
She did all the work from there, and dropped her weight at the same time she removed her hand, allowing me to sink nearly all the way inside of her before she came back up, and dropped back down again.
The second pass had me buried so deeply inside of her that I felt her pussy rippling around my cock as she adjusted to me.
“You make me feel so full,” she gasped, shaking slightly in my arms.
And that was when I realized how fucked up it was that I was fucking her, in public, when she might not be ready for that.
I froze.
“Audrey,” I whispered, sorrow for what I’d just done leeching into my voice. “I’m so sorr…”
She started moving, effectively shutting me up with the rocking of her hips more effectively than a hand over my mouth would’ve been.
I grunted when she started to grind down, and my eyes darted around to see if I was being as loud as I felt like I was being.
The one and only person I could see was on the deck across the width of the ship, and there was no way that he could hear us over the wind of the ocean rolling over the ship.
The shadows were so dark where we were at that it was likely that nobody even knew we were there.
Not that there was even that many to begin with. It was pushing midnight, and most people were…
Audrey’s breast was suddenly in front of my mouth again, and I did what any sane man would do. I brought it in with my lips and sucked on it like a dying man wanting one last drink.
“Shit,” she whimpered.
I covered her mouth with my hand, and started to urge her hips faster.
The feel of her hot, wet pussy surrounding my cock felt so good that I knew that if I wasn’t careful, I’d go before she was finished. But with each gyration of her hips, I knew that I was fighting a losing battle.
She had me grunting with each downward glide, and before I knew it, my balls were drawing up in anticipation for the release I could feel right over the horizon.
Dropping one of my hands to one breast to play with her exposed nipple, I used the other to move down to her core, and rub the exposed bundle of nerves that was pulsing with energy.
Round and round my thumb moved as I prayed that she would come quickly so I could release inside of her…inside of her.
Oh, shit.
Just when I was about to stop her, she started to come, effectively wrenching away the one and only thread that was left of my control.
Her orgasm was like jumping into a pit of red-hot fire.
Her release poured through her.
Her juices bathed my cock, and my eyes rolled back inside my head as the inevitable happened.
I came.
I came so hard that my hips bucked up, pushing her all the way up off of her knees and suspending her in the air as I did.
Hot pulses of my release poured into her, filling her up so full that it would take days to get me out of her.
Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, I chanted in my head.
My ass hit the cool cushion once again as my cock continued to twitch.
She slumped limply on top of me, her hot, panting breaths on the skin of my neck.
Catching the blankets that’d somehow gotten thrown to the ground by my hand, I pulled it up and over us once again, covering our semi-nakedness just in case, on the off chance, someone happened to see.
And I’d done it just in time, too, because not a few minutes later, the bartender that’d been down below us crested the top of the stairs.
He looked at us, squinting to see past the shadows, saw nothing, and then moved on.
My belly loosened, and I lifted my hand to tangle in Audrey’s hair.
As sanity that I’d lost over the last half hour we’d been in our own little world returned, so did my doubts and fears.
“Audrey,” I whispered.
“I’m okay.”
Relief loosened my body to the point of Jell-O.
“I think I had a mild heart attack,” I told her bluntly, turning my head to brush my lips over her ear.
She started to laugh, then placed a small kiss on the side of my neck.
“Thank you, Fender.”
I pulled her head back so she could see my eyes.
“Don’t call me Fender, please,” I growled, dropping a kiss to her lips.
When I pulled back, her eyes were open, and they were filled with laughter.
She sighed. “Okay, I guess. How about Toabs?”
I shook my head. “Toby?”
I paused. “Only Leida calls me Toby, but I guess I could stand you calling me that.”
She hummed in happiness, and I finally groaned and shifted our bodies.
“You’re going to have to catch our…stuff,” I hesitated. “The tight band of your bathing suit bottoms is cutting off the circulation to the left side of my cock.”
Her eyes widened.
“I’m on birth control,” she blurted.
A wave of sadness rolled through me, but I quickly pushed that away.
Kids weren’t on my five-year plan. In fact, they weren’t even on my seven-year plan.
I had eight more good years in the Alabama Highway Patrol before I could think about a family—or at least kids. But the thought of Audrey carrying my child was enough to make my dick hard all over again.
Lifting my hand when she shifted, I quickly pulled my shorts up over my soaked cock, grimacing when I realized that I’d just gotten semen all over the inside of my shorts that I had planned to wear tomorrow.
“Oh, shit,” she hissed. “We’re going to have to leave. I can feel it all over my thighs.”
I gave her an evil smirk as I pulled her back into my arms.
“Uh-uh,” I told her. “We have to finish this movie. It’s everything I’ve ever wanted to watch.”
She squirmed as she tried to find a comfortable position, and I moved her until she was between my legs once again.
“My boobs are still hanging out,” s
he hissed when she tried to squirm out of my grip.
I looked down at her glaring up at me, and then checked out her chest.
The blanket covered everything really well.
“Leave them out,” I snaked my hand underneath the blanket to her exposed breasts. God, they were so soft and big. They overfilled my hand to perfection.
Her nipples were peaked, and I trailed my finger over the very tip of the one I still had in my hand.
She stiffened, her eyes going wild, as she tried really hard to pay attention to the movie.
But when my other hand moved down the length of her belly and rubbed along the seam of her shorts, she groaned.
“You’re evil,” she moaned, covering her face with her hands.
“I’m evil?” I laughed. “You had a fuckin’ reason for getting that ice cream, woman.”
She started to laugh, too.
Her breasts jiggled against my arm, and my semi-erect cock filled with blood once again.
God, if I was fucking her from behind, the beauties would be swinging with each thrust of my hips.
I growled and pulled away, stopping only long enough to lift the top of her swimsuit back up over her breasts before I pushed her up to her feet.
She went willingly, shifting awkwardly from one foot to another as she surreptitiously looked down at her thighs.
Since the shadows were so deep where we were sitting, I couldn’t see anything, but I could feel.
And as I trailed my fingers along the inside of her thigh and felt the wetness, I nearly bent her over the railing to have another go.
Nearly.
But what I wanted with her was going to be a lot more private and would have a lot more screaming and moaning involved.
“Come on,” I said, grabbing the blankets. “Let’s go.”
Chapter 9
When you’re trying to take a nap, and you see people outside. Living life.
-Reasons why Audrey wants to shoot people
Audrey
All the nervousness and fear that usually hit me when it came to doing anything sexual with a man was non-existent as I made my way down the steps of the top deck.
Tobias had his hand in mine as he helped me down the stairs, and I couldn’t help but shiver at the feeling of my slick thighs rubbing together, smearing our releases together, each time I took a step.
But then we stopped in front of the big man we’d signed out the blankets from earlier, and his leer was enough to send me behind Tobias’ back as he told the guy our room number.
Tobias shifted, blocking me even more, and squeezed my hand a little tighter, knowing that I was uncomfortable.
All the desire that was coursing through my body slowly dissipated the longer we stood there, and by the time Tobias was leading me toward the elevators, I was uneasy.
Which he caught the moment we got inside.
“He made you nervous.”
I nodded, swallowing thickly. “Yeah.”
His smile was slow.
“But I don’t.”
I shook my head. “No.”
He moved closer.
“What about what we just did. Why do you think it worked for you?” he asked, running the tips of his fingers along the line of my cheekbone.
I looked up at him, studied his caring eyes, and realized that this man would do absolutely anything for me. Even back off if I asked it of him.
I shrugged. “I don’t know. The fact that we were doing it in public, maybe.”
I bit my lip.
“Maybe because, if you’d needed to, you could’ve screamed out and people would’ve heard?” he offered up.
The elevator doors opened, but when I went to step off, he shook his head. “Not our floor.”
I stepped back, but this time, my agitation was dissipating.
“I don’t know,” I finally admitted. “What I do know is that I’m not scared. That guy, though. He made me feel really weird. That’s why I asked you to get the blankets.”
I felt like utter shit. I’d let him get to freakin’ home base, and then had slightly freaked out. Seriously, I was an asshole.
He threw his arm around me and pulled me in tight to his chest. “We’ll get back there, honey. Don’t worry.”
The soft kiss he placed on top of my head was enough to send chills over the length of my body.
“Thank you, Toby-Toab.”
He squeezed my shoulders tighter. “Shhh.”
***
It was hours later that I lay wide-awake in bed, contemplating what I should do.
I could hear the thrum of the boat trudging through the ocean.
Our balcony door was open because it was cooler outside than it was inside, and I was huddled into a small ball, pressed up against Tobias’ back, contemplating my next move.
I’d fallen asleep the moment my head had hit the pillow, but a wave had rocked the ship a little less than an hour ago, and I’d woken up with a start.
When I’d rolled over and looked at Tobias, it was to find him still sound asleep, so far to the side of the bed that it looked damn near uncomfortable.
He was giving me space, though, and I felt bad.
I hadn’t asked for it, but he’d read my body language, I guess.
He’d known, without me having to ask, that I’d needed the distance to compose myself, and he’d given it to me without complaint.
But now, here I was, wide-awake.
My insides were throbbing, and I wanted to roll him over and jump onto his cock like I had hours ago on the top deck of the ship.
But I couldn’t quite talk myself into it.
The courage that’d been there earlier, thanks to a little alcohol and being comfortable with Tobias, was now long gone, and I was left lying in bed, pressed to his back, wondering if I could possibly do what I was planning to do.
The longer I lay there, the less confident I became.
I knew he wouldn’t deny me.
I knew it, yet I couldn’t make myself move.
Earlier, when I’d gotten into the shower, I couldn’t make myself wash him off of me. So after a quick rinse and wash of my hair, I’d stepped out with him still filling my pussy. I felt so naughty, and the feel of him, still leaking out of me even hours later, was sending my libido into hyper drive.
God, I wanted him so bad.
But how could I get him to wake up without making myself look freakin’ bipolar?
I shifted away from him turning onto my back, and the lights of heaven shined down on me when he rolled with me, placing his chest up against my side.
I bit my lip, shifting my hips slightly. Experimentally.
He growled under his breath and pulled me closer, but that was it.
He was asleep. I could feel his even breathing on the side of my neck and the tickle of his beard against my bare skin.
I’d shucked my clothes thirty minutes ago in the hopes that I could work up the courage to urge him to take me again.
But then had sat there like a lump on a log.
I shifted my legs, lightly pressing them together in the hopes that I could still the ache, but it only made it worse.
Pressing back against him again, I was rewarded with the feel of his slightly hardened cock pressing against my side.
I bit my lip, and then turned to run my mouth over his forearm.
He didn’t react.
Taking courage from somewhere, I turned in his arms, and then froze as I waited for him to make another move.
He didn’t.
I bit my lip again, looking up at his slack face that looked so peaceful in sleep.
The light from the moon was enough to allow me to see the sweep of his eyelashes on the tops of his cheeks.
My eyes followed down his face, over his beard, to the top of his chest.
The way we were pressed together, I couldn’t see below me, but I could feel.
I reached forwa
rd and grasped him through his underwear.
The moment I felt his stiffened flesh in my hand, my anxiety over waking him up passed.
A voracious, I-need-him-now feeling swept over me, and I finally made the move that I’d been wanting to do for the last hour.
“Didn’t think you were ever going to work up the courage,” he growled.
Surprise flittered over me, but before I could get embarrassed, he was shoving his underwear down his thighs and maneuvering himself between my thighs.
“This okay?” he paused over me, his fists planted in the bed on either side of my head.
I swallowed nervously, and then reached for his cock, aiming it for my entrance. “Get up here and take over. That took forever.”
He took that as answer enough, and slowly started to push inside.
“A good man wouldn’t do this,” he hissed as he sank an entire inch inside of me.
“A bad man wouldn’t do this,” I countered. “You wouldn’t leave a woman so desperate and in need, would you?”
He grunted and pulled back, but only far enough to help my flesh adjust to his girth.
“So wet,” he growled.
I licked my lips.
“You’re still inside me,” I whispered, blushing as I did. “I didn’t want to wash us away.”
He went up to his knees, and then suddenly there was light filling the room.
The first thing I did was look down the line of our bodies.
He was still mostly outside of me, and only the thick head of his cock was buried in my flesh, but even I could see the need that was slickening the inside of my thighs and my pussy lips.
“So hot,” he growled.
My eyes shot up to his, and I saw the flush rise high onto his cheekbones.
His eyes were dark and filled with an intimidating light that was enough to make me brace for what happened next.
And it was a damn good thing I did, because the next second I was completely filled with him. But still, he wasn’t all the way inside.
“Jesus,” I gasped. “You didn’t feel this big earlier.”
He laughed.
Then he started to fuck me in earnest, working me slowly at first and gradually speeding up his pace.
I watched him move.
Watched the way his abs flexed and released with each pump of his hips. Watched the way the veins in his arms stood out as he hovered over me on fisted hands that were planted in the mattress beside my head.
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