by Mignon Mykel
Her voice was sleepy sounding. We were a good ten minute hike from the ship so unless we wanted to rent one of the cabanas, we needed to get going. “We should head back.”
Sydney’s sigh was a sleepy one and she nodded again. “Probably.”
We continued to sit there for another two minutes, not moving, not speaking. While we did have to head back, I was content where we were too. When Sydney finally stirred to move away from me, I reluctantly let her up.
I couldn’t help but chuckle when she offered a small hand to help me out of the chair. While I didn’t need her assistance, I wanted to feel her hand in mine so I took it willingly.
We started back for the ship, the only sounds coming from the gently rolling tide to the soft beach. I was looking at Sydney to my side when lightning struck over the water.
“I didn’t think it was supposed to storm,” Sydney said, glancing in the direction the lightning briefly lit the sky.
“Neither did I but,” before I could finish, the strike’s answering rumble rolled through the sky. “Sounds close.”
Without warning, the skies opened up and the rain poured down. The squeak that came out of Syndey had me laughing out loud.
“It’s raining!”
“I caught that, Chief.”
She tugged on my hand. “Let’s go!”
Laughing, we ran the remaining distance to the ship. By the time we were in the safety of the belly, we were both soaked through. No sooner than we reached the first floor of cabins, the sounds of the impending storm broke through the corridor and the ship began a gentle rock.
“You would think they would warn you of the storm,” Sydney said, climbing the next flight of stairs; I was close behind.
“It was probably mentioned on one of the knots boards.”
She shrugged in reply and continued her climbing, beginning to jog up the next, and thankfully, last flight of steps. The rock of the ship was gentle, but just enough to make me question whether I was the type to get seasick or not.
I joined Sydney at the landing and took her hand as we began the long walk from the stair corridor down to our rooms. Sydney laughing and drunk on fun was a beautiful sight, I thought, as she threw her head back and laughed after she had to two step from crashing into me with a particularly rough rock of the boat.
“Oh my gosh!” She laughed again. “At this rate, the sober ones are going to look drunk and all the drunkies are going to be walking straight like it’s no problem.”
I couldn’t help but chuckle at her, my lips curling to the side. “Yeah, okay, Chief.”
When we reached her room first and she beckoned for the bag hanging from my free hand to get what I assumed was her key, I tugged her forward. “Watch the storm with me.” It came out rougher, grittier, thicker than I thought possible.
Her laughing eyes turned to me, albeit hooded now, but I could see the same desire swimming in the amber depths. She stared openly at me for a moment before nodding. “Okay.” Her own voice was barely a whisper.
A couple doors later and I pulled open my own, letting Sydney walk in before me.
The skies were gray now and through the windows, you could truly see the ship rocking gently with the waves. I closed the door behind me as Sydney made her way to the window wall. After tossing the bag on the couch, I moved behind her, putting my hands on her hips and pulling her close to me. Her head tilted just slightly before she rested it back against my chest.
I moved my hands from her hips to cross in front of her.
It was new and a bit foreign to me, but holding Sydney was fast becoming my favorite place.
Sydney
This was too comfortable.
This was too real.
Or rather, it was surreal.
This entire day had been amazing, aside from the fear of rejection earlier this morning, of course.
Caleb was so much more than I thought when I first received the assignment. He was more than a cocky smile and a sexy dimple, a hockey player with a reputation on the ice yet was nearly non-existent off it. In his arms, I felt safe, I felt protected, I felt, well…loved.
And wasn’t that just the kicker.
I barely knew the guy and I could already picture babies and puppies, birthdays and Christmases…
And it was all going to end in two days more days.
I snuggled deeper into him, crossing my own arms so I could rest my hands on his biceps, and had to suppress a smile when I felt the muscles bunch under my hands.
In front of us, the horizon rocked up and down with the ship; the sky was now a deep gray and the clouds continued to roll by. The palm trees bent with the wind and the sound of the rain on the large windows was hypnotic.
I was so lost in my trance that I didn’t notice as Caleb widened his stance behind me so he could rub his chin over the crown of my head.
What I did notice? When his chin dipped and the stubble roughened chin of his rubbed just along the side of my neck, below my right ear. It was a spot that I only knew as ticklish, and while it did cause goosebumps to pop up on my arms and my shoulders to rise in response, the tightening of everything else was foreign to me.
I think I moaned.
If the smile against my neck was any indication, I totally did.
Then he did it again, the bastard.
Then it was his tongue, cresting the shell of my ear. A quick nibble to my earlobe.
“It was a good day,” he whispered into my ear, repeating what he’d said on the beach.
“Mmm.” My eyes closed and I tilted my head to the side a little more.
“Stay the night.”
“Okay.” I barely heard my voice over both of our breathing, but it was out there. I was staying the night. I wasn’t going to regret any time spent with this man.
He brushed his nose down the side of my neck, this time the tickle winning over the arousal. I tried to focus on the arousal, because goodness knows my nipples were still into the game, but he did it again, followed by a gentle scrape of his teeth over the same spot. My shoulders bunched up as I dropped down, trying to keep the offending shriek to myself.
“What’s the matter?” I could hear the laughter in his voice. His arms stayed around me though, not allowing me to break free of his hold.
He totally knew what he was doing.
Bastard.
“Are you ticklish?” His tone was mocking. “Hmm, Syd? You ticklish..?”
His arms released me but before I could dart from his embrace, he had me pressed against the window. His hands were all over, trying to find tickle spots, pinching lightly and grabbing along my sides.
I squeezed my arms to my sides as best as I could. “Stop, stopstopstop,” I laughed.
“Nope, not ticklish there…” His hands continued their perusal, down, down, down, until I knew he was going to hit it.
I hated my butt being grabbed. Not because it was demoralizing or an annoying show, but because just below the crest, where my ass met my leg…
This time my shriek was loud. He found the spot, the one super hidden tickle spot that guys never found because I never let them grab me.
I pushed away from the window, pushing myself back into him, trying to move the two-twenty rock of muscle to no avail.
“What about the other side, hmm, Chief?”
Then his hand was under the other cheek. “Caleb!”
Still, I laughed. Probably wasn’t the best move if I wanted him to stop but I couldn’t help myself.
“Something to keep in mind,” he said, moving to nibble along my neck, no doubt trying to find out if I had the same reaction on the left as I did the right.
With his hands still cupping my ass, he slowly began bunching the lower hem of my dress up, up, up, until his fingers were pressing against skin. With timed patience, he moved his lips to the other side of my neck, biting down gently on that one spot while running his index finger of both hands along the crease below my cheeks.
“Damn, Caleb,” I moaned,
my eyes squeezing shut. My body was torn between a tickle and immense arousal. My nipples were impossibly tight and I could feel myself getting wetter.
“Upstairs.” The words were spoken against my neck as he rubbed his palms into the globes of my ass, finally relenting and no longer teasing my ticklish spots. He stepped back, allowing me room to move away from the glass I was pressed against. Turning, I took the hand he offered and allowed him to lead me to the lofted bedroom.
Caleb
When we reached the loft, I pulled her in close again. Her chest to my firm stomach, my hard cock trapped between us, resting against her softer stomach. Needing her mouth though, I reached down to wrap my hands around her ass to lift her.
Of course, she had to go and think I was tickling her because both her palms slapped my chest.
“No funny business,” she warned, giving me what some would say was an attempt at the stink eye.
“No funny business, Chief,” I repeated, lifting her easily. My cock twitched behind my pants when she wrapped her legs around my waist, finding warmth against her core. Damn swimsuit bottoms were in the way to where it really wanted to be.
Before I could even go for the kiss, Sydney was all over that shit. Her hands were in my hair, her mouth fused to mine.
The minx even ground herself against me.
I groaned into her mouth and walked us to the bed. After running my tongue over hers once more, I broke free of her mouth and dropped her back onto the mattress. Her laugh was infectious and I found myself grinning in response.
She crab-walked toward the pillows, finding a final resting spot against the headboard. I put one knee on the mattress, then the other, before falling forward on all fours, prowling up toward her.
I grabbed her hips and pulled her down to lay below me, her legs trapped between my knees, my hands on either side of her shoulders. I held my weight on my hands, locking my elbows to stay well above her.
Sydney wasn’t having any of that though and soon her hands were running up my muscles, grazing softly through the dips of muscle, before circling my shoulders. As her hand went to my neck, I finally released the tension in my arms and lowered myself gently to her, my chest to hers. Still, I kept some of my weight to myself. I couldn’t help but feel like I’d crush my pixie Chief.
Between her pull and my lowering, my lips finally found solace in hers once again. For the first time, I thought I could actually be content lying in bed with a woman, making out and playing with wandering hands.
She kept one hand to the back of my neck, her fingers playing in the getting-too-long strands at my neck, while her other hand lazily stroked up and down my back. Up then down, up then a little further down, until finally her fingers found purchase below the hem.
Her cool hand against my heated skin was heaven.
I wanted my hands on her, though.
Keeping one hand braced beside her, I tucked the other around her back and effectively rolled us so she was sprawled on top of me. Not once did we break our kiss.
Open mouth to open mouth. Tongue running against tongue. Gentle clanks of teeth as each of us tried to find dominance in the kiss. She pulled back lightly only to suck on my lower lip. With a gentle nip, she released it and moved her lips to my ear.
She ran her nose over the shell, followed by her tongue.
I dropped my chin so I could nibble along her shoulder, staying clear of her tickle spot.
For the time being, anyway.
Later, I wanted to watch exactly how her body responded to each spot.
I should have figured that the list-making woman on top of me hadn’t completely shut off her head though. No sooner than I ran my tongue over the spot I bit, she whispered into my ear, “We’re getting your bed filthy.”
“Beds were made for filthy, baby,” I mumbled against her shoulder.
“No, seriously.” I could hear her smile before she pulled back. She sat up fully, perched nice and snug over my aching cock. She reached up to twist her hair over a shoulder. With her sitting on top of me, the skirt of her dress tucked somewhere between us, and her arms up, the bodice of her dress dipped dangerously low.
I knew she had a bikini top on but my cock didn’t seem to care. When it twitched under her, Sydney’s smile widened. “Settle, boy.”
“He was excited before you started thinking again.”
“He was excited well before then, Caleb.”
“Yeah, he was, and so am I. Come back here.” I reached up for her, trying to pull her down again.
“There’s dirt all over your bed, Caleb!”
I dropped my chin to my chest to look to the side. There’s wasn’t dirt exactly, but we definitely had left behind some sand on the off-white spread.
“Well it’s dirty now. Why stop?” I grinned cockily up at her.
Her hands tapped twice on my chest before she pushed off me, moving to get off the bed. I groaned in disappointment.
The disappointment didn’t last long. She took her dress off, dropping it to the floor.
It was as if I hadn’t seen her in her bikini time and time again today. My cock couldn’t possibly get harder. Fuck, I needed release.
“Does your fancy suite have a bigger shower than my room?” she asked over her shoulder, heading to the stairs. Her hands went behind her back, reaching blindly for the bow tie there.
Well that certainly snagged my attention.
I bounded off the side of the bed to follow her. “Maybe?”
She was more than halfway down the stairs, the strings from her back hanging at her sides. She grinned over her shoulder at me and swept her hair over her shoulder, exposing the remaining tie to her suit.
Before I could get to her, and damn I tried, she released the remaining tie. She held the green top to her chest, still looking over her shoulder at me.
“Fire, Chief. You’re playing with fire.” Finally, I reached the step behind her.
“I thought you knew where this was headed. My bad.” Her grin this time was her own kind of cocky and I liked it.
“Oh, I knew.”
I reached behind my head to grab my shirt, swiftly pulling it up and off. I let it drop to the stairs and held my arms out. “Why are you in clothes, Chief? I thought you knew where this was headed?”
“Ass.” Her smile took away any potential bite the word held. “Pretty sure you’re still wearing more clothes than I am.” Her eyes dropped to my shorts.
I suppose on a percentage base, I was a good forty percent clothed while Sydney was wearing scraps of fabric. “I can fix that.” My hands went to my board shorts, tugging the elastic down to just past the top of my ass. Her eyes were fixed to the cuts near my abs and groin. With a grin, I tugged a little lower, exposing the very top of my groin; the head of my cock was threatening a show, but he’d get his chance.
I stepped around Sydney to finished descending the stairs.
“When you’re done staring, meet me in the shower, Chief.”
With the final word said, I dropped trou and made my way to the bathroom.
Sydney
His body was perfection.
It was one thing to admire it in front of others while on the beach or swimming. It was completely another when he was undressing just for me.
When he took his shirt off, I was drawn to the slight splattering of hair over his chest and his stomach. When he tugged on his shorts, I took in those devastating ab cuts and his darker happy trail, a thin line of darker hair going from his belly button down, down, down…
I was surprised to see he didn’t take it all off down there, hair-wise. I just assumed most guys liked to be bare, as the others I’d been with seemed to wax everything. There was something, I don’t know, mature maybe, about a guy who kept hair on his chest, stomach, groin.
I wanted to see it all.
I watched as he strutted to the bathroom, his ass bare, his cut back lowering into dips and grooves above the cheeks. Even his ass cheeks had muscle cuts in them. He walked with a b
it of a swagger, and I couldn’t help but appreciate the bunching and releasing of his muscles with each step.
Deciding to unglue myself from my spot on the stairs, I let my top fall and stepped out of my own bottoms.
I had the tendency to be self-conscious about my body; what girl didn’t? Between my too-small chest, my hips and muscular legs, I often felt a bit disproportionate. Add to the mix that these days, you never knew if a guy liked you to be bare down there or au natural… It was easy to be unsure of yourself.
But the way Caleb treated me, acted around me…
It was very easy to be comfortable in my skin. He wasn’t the sort of cocky guy to pull one-liners and stupid jokes about being with a redhead. He had the star-power to be with any model he wanted, and he chose to be with me.
That had to mean something, right? Even if it were only for a few days?
With swag of my own, I walked into the bathroom a few moments behind him. His bathroom was indeed bigger than my five by five one.
His had his and her sinks, a jet-whirl tub, and a shower enclosed in glass that was easily the size of my room’s bathroom alone. There was even a huge window over the tub, not that I was sure how I felt about that. On the one hand, it wasn’t like there was anyone on the water to look in to the room, but on the other…
I saw my naked reflection in the large mirror over the sinks, but the reflection that my eyes were drawn to was Caleb.
Caleb had already turned on the shower and was standing just inside the door, a brow raised.
“You coming in, Chief? Letting out all the heat.”
Sure enough, steam from the hot shower was rising to the ceiling. It wasn’t the heat from the shower that caught my attention though. It was the heat in Caleb’s eyes.
His hard…cock…was standing at attention, bobbing slightly from pointing in my direction and up toward his belly button. As I had noticed when I grabbed him earlier, he was impressive. He wasn’t so large in girth that I was afraid he’d tear me in two, and his length appeared to be a touch bigger than average. The head was full and from my stance, I could see a drop of pre-cum weep from the top. My eyes followed it as it slid from the crest.