by S. L. Adams
“No. I was thinking that if I ever met this Fitz, I’d punch him in the face.”
“Alex, I’m not the sweet innocent girl that you used to know. She’s long gone.” I climb out of the bed, grabbing my pink satin housecoat from the chair and pulling it around me. I shouldn’t have slept with Alex. I should have known he would want more than sex. At least if I fucked a stranger, he wouldn’t ask questions. Maybe I should have hooked up with Bart instead. He wouldn’t care about my past.
I draw open the curtain and take in the ocean, the full moon reflecting off the water, the stars like tiny dots on a piece of black paper. The ship cuts smoothly through the deep water, all alone in the middle of the Pacific, with no other vessels in sight. Much like my life. I’ve been alone for as long as I can remember. Alone in a house with eight other people, alone at Columbia University with five thousand other students. And alone while living with a man thirty years older than me.
“I’m sorry,” Alex whispers, wrapping his arms around my waist. “I wasn’t judging you. And I don’t think you’re a gold digging whore. I think a dirty old man preyed on you and used you for his own sick pleasure.”
“Can we drop this?” I close the curtain and turn to face him. “You need to go back to your cabin.”
His face falls. “You don’t want me to spend the night?”
“Of course I do,” I say, sliding my hand down and wrapping my fingers around his cock. “But you need more condoms. We aren’t finished tonight. And then there’s the wake up sex.”
“Sounds like a plan.” He plants a firm kiss on my lips before pulling on his pants. “I’ll be right back.”
Chapter 21
Shelby
I awake to the sound of the waves slapping against the hull of the ship. The sun pours in through the thin curtains, bathing the cabin in natural light. I roll over and grab my phone from the nightstand.
Shit! Nine o’clock! We missed breakfast in the dining room with the group. Gretchen will nag me all day. She’s an anal bitch when it comes to her itinerary.
Alex snores softly, his magnificent chest rising and falling, his mouth open slightly. I roll on my side, enjoying the opportunity to ogle him. God, he's handsome. Not a wrinkle in site, but he does have some slight greying at the temples which adds to his sex appeal.
I slide out of the bed, grabbing my housecoat before heading to the bathroom. We had sex three times last night. Wild, rough sex. The kind I was accustomed to with Fitz. He never made love to me in the entire time we were together. Nothing that could come close to qualifying as sensual. Fitz didn’t do vanilla sex. He was a kind, caring man outside of the bedroom, but once we hit the sheets, he was an animal.
The other two guys I’d been with were kind of rough too. The only sweet, affectionate sex I had ever experienced, was my first time. With Alex. Probably because I was a virgin. He certainly wasn’t gentle last night. But I asked him to fuck me hard. What kind of lover would he be if he was running the show?
After a quick pee, I hop in the shower. I'm rinsing the shampoo out of my hair when Alex opens the glass door.
“Hey,” I say, turning to face him and giving a shot of full frontal nudity. “Wanna join me?”
“Most definitely,” he replies exuberantly, dropping his boxers to the floor. “I knocked, but I guess you didn’t hear me. I heard the shower, so I knew you weren’t on the toilet or anything.”
“It’s okay, Alex. I’m not mad at you for walking in on me.” I reach up, running my hands through his short hair.
“We’re in the doghouse with Gretchen,” he says as he pulls me into his arms, planting a soft kiss on my lips. “She came to the door.”
“Did you answer?” I ask, rubbing his stubbly jaw.
“Yeah. I didn’t think you cared if she knew we slept together.”
“I don’t. What did she say when you opened the door?”
He tucks my hair behind my ear and brings his lips to my flesh, feathering kisses down my neck as his hands cup my ass. “Not much. Just wanted to know why we missed breakfast.”
“I guess she got her answer when you opened my door,” I laugh.
“Yep.” He pushes me against the tile wall, running his hands up the back of my thighs before lifting me up by my ass. I wrap my legs around his waist, moaning when he brings his mouth to my breast and runs his tongue over the nipple sending powerful currents straight to my pussy.
He grinds against me, his hard cock pressing against my moist lips. “Oh, baby. Your love canal was made for my banana boat,” he whispers.
A giggle escapes my lips before I can bring my hand up to stop it.
“What?” he asks, crooking an eyebrow at me. “You told me last night you like dirty talk.”
“Yes, I did. Clearly, you’re a little rusty,” I say, trying and failing to suppress another giggle. “My love canal? Banana boat?”
He shrugs, smiling sheepishly. “That’s all I could come up with.”
“You’re cute, Alex.”
“Cute?” His mouth drops open. “Sweetheart, the last thing a guy wants to be called when he’s naked in the shower, is cute.”
“Sorry.”
He crushes his lips against mine, grabbing my ass cheek and pinching it. His cock slips between my lips, pressing hard against my slick opening. When I feel the tip enter me, I put my hands on his chest, pushing him away and dropping my legs from his waist.
“Alex!”
“What?”
“You don’t have a condom on. No glove, no love, baby.”
“Oh c’mon, Shelby,” he groans. “I wanna fuck you, right here in the shower. I’m clean. I promise. I don’t have any diseases.”
“That’s nice, but I’m not on any birth control. So, no way.”
“Really?” he asks, narrowing his eyes. “What were you using with the old man?”
“Fitz had a vasectomy.”
He sighs. “Fine. No shower sex, I guess.”
“Are you seriously pouting?” I yell when he exits the shower, leaving me standing there. “Just go get a condom!” I turn off the water and follow him, grabbing a towel and wrapping it around myself. When I walk out into the room, I don’t see him anywhere.
“He seriously took off?” I ask the empty room.
Suddenly, my feet leave the floor. Alex grabs me under his arm like I’m a friggin football, and dumps me on the bed. He straddles me, pinning my arms above my head with one hand, while he rips off my towel with the other.
“Where were you hiding?”
“In the closet.” He opens his palm, revealing a condom. “Now can I fuck you, baby doll?”
“Yes,” I say, squirming under his weight. “Let go of my arms, please.”
“Not until I’m finished tickling you.” He grins, a devilish glint sparkling his eyes.
“Oh, no. Nope. We aren’t going to do that.” I try desperately to free my hands, but I’m no match for an ex football player. I scream as he unleashes his free hand, tickling my stomach, my breasts and even my armpits. Then he stops. Just like that. He lets go of my wrists, and I’m just about to swat him away when I notice his eyes. All the teasing has disappeared, replaced with red-hot desire.
He parts my lips with a hungry swipe of his tongue. Lowering his body over mine, he continues with a long, deep kiss. His hand slips between my legs, grazing my clit. I arch up, burning heat coursing through my body. He quickly applies a condom and enters me in one swift thrust.
Rolling me on my side, he lifts one of my legs over his shoulder. The angle allows him to thrust deeper, rubbing against my g spot. It’s like a firecracker going off between my legs, sending flares across every nerve ending in my body. I scream as the orgasm tears through my pussy like a freight train, my arms and legs shaking as warm liquid gushes from me, soaking the bed.
My sated body goes flaccid, sinking into the mattress. Alex lowers his body over me, planting a quick kiss on my lips before he resumes fucking me, his face scrunched with concentration as he r
eaches his own climax.
“Good afternoon,” I say, smiling politely as I take a seat at the large round table. Alex settles into the empty seat next to me while Gretchen glares across the table at us. I try to ignore her, all the while knowing that it’s a pointless exercise. Gretchen Ryder is a Type A personality and a controlling ball buster.
“One of the things I stressed in my itinerary, was the importance of our entire group eating all meals together.” She pauses, clearing her throat. “The whole point of this cruise was for our wedding party to spend time with us and get to know each other. Kind of like a bonding experience.”
“I’m sorry, Gretchen,” I say quietly as I stare down at the fancy blue tablecloth with gold anchors around the edge.
“Sorry, Gretchen,” Alex says, matching my tone as he too looks down. We’re like a couple disobedient children. He reaches under the table, sliding his hand between my thighs and rubbing me through my shorts. I jump, unsuccessfully stifling a giggle.
“What’s so funny?” Gretchen asks sharply.
“Nothing. Look, we’re here now. And we won’t miss another meal. Promise.”
“Okay, then,” she relents. “Lester and Leslie are too embarrassed to tell you this, so I will do it for them. They wanted you to know that the wall between your cabin and theirs is very thin.”
I glance at the Peterson’s. They’re both staring at their plates, their faces beet red. Seriously? Grown up, married people are embarrassed by sex sounds?
“Sorry, guys,” I say.
“Yeah, sorry,” Alex reiterates.
“So, in case you didn’t check your itinerary, this afternoon the girls have a spa appointment and the guys are playing basketball.”
I nod as I pick up my menu. All I really want to do is go back to my cabin with Alex.
“There’s mud seeping up my ass crack,” I whisper as I sink into the tub. “And other places.”
Gretchen chuckles as she immerses herself in her own tub right next to me. “It’s good for your bird. Especially after it’s been fucked like yours was last night.” She pauses, a half smirk curling up at the end of her mouth. “And this morning.”
“Shh,” I hiss.
“Why? It’s just us in here.”
I point to Leslie, soaking in the tub on the other side of Gretchen. Joanna, Sally and Claire are getting hot stone massages in the next room.
“She’s in the cabin next to you, Shelby. She got the audio version.” She leans back, closing her eyes. “So, what’s going on between you two? Other than the obvious.”
“Nothing. It’s just a casual thing. As soon as the trip is over, I’m sure we’ll never see each other again.”
“Yeah right,” she mumbles.
“Hey, Gretchen?”
“Yeah?”
“Do you know why Alex’s marriage ended?”
“I told you, she’s a crazy bitch. But there was some issue about her not wanting kids or not being able to have them or something like that.”
“And Alex wants kids?”
“Apparently. He divorced her over it.”
Chapter 22
Alex
I knock lightly on Shelby’s cabin door. “You ready, baby doll?”
She pulls the door open, a naughty smile gracing her sexy lips. I take in her silky orange sundress, my cock twitching as my eyes drop to the low cut neckline. Shelby has a gorgeous set of tits.
Pulling her into my arms, I nuzzle her neck as I cup one of those delicious boobs in my palm. She smells so fucking good. Like a field of lavender mixed with a sexy natural scent. “Did you do what I asked?” I whisper, nipping at her earlobe.
“Yes,” she says, giggling softly. “It feels a little weird. I made sure to wear one of my longer dresses.”
“Good girl.” I run my hand under the hem of her dress, my fingers sliding up her inner thigh to her bare mound. I have my reasons for wanting my woman without panties tonight. She moans softly, throwing her head back as I push two fingers inside her moist tunnel while my thumb brushes against her clit. I finger fuck her until she comes undone, her pussy clenching tightly as she rides the waves of her orgasm.
I remove my fingers from her body and steady her in my arms. “You ok, baby doll?” I whisper, peppering her neck with soft kisses.
“Oh yeah,” she pants as she clings to me, her body still trembling. “Is that why you asked me to go commando tonight?”
“No. I actually didn’t plan to do that. But you were already so wet I couldn’t resist.”
“So, I shouldn’t put any panties on then, I’m guessing?” A seductive grin spreads across her gorgeous lips as she reaches between my legs, rubbing my erection through my pants.
“That’s correct.” My breath catches when she slides my zipper down. “As much as I would like to throw you on the bed and fuck your brains out right now, I don’t want to piss off Gretchen and Blake.”
“Fine.” She pulls her hand back and sticks her lower lip out. “I just need a minute to clean myself up.”
I slap her firm ass as she heads to the bathroom. “I can’t wait to pound that pussy later!”
She pops her head out of the bathroom door that she left partially open. “Now you’re getting the hang of the dirty talk.”
“Is Gretchen really going to get up on stage and sing?”
“Definitely. She can actually sing.”
We’re attending karaoke night on the ship tonight. The bar is packed. Miss Super Planner has a large booth reserved. All ten of us pile in and order drinks. Even Lester and Leslie come, deciding to stay up past their nine o’clock bedtime.
It’s great fun listening to all the drunk people try to sing. After a couple hours our group thins out, leaving Shelby and I alone with the Peterson’s. Gretchen and Blake are getting ready to sing a duet. Blake is pretty tipsy, which is the only reason he agreed to do karaoke.
“This is going to be good,” Shelby says.
“Oh yeah. Blake can’t sing,” I chuckle, shaking my head.
“I’m just going to take a whiz,” Lester says, sliding out of the booth.
“Me too.” Leslie scurries after him. She's a very socially awkward woman.
“Oh finally,” I groan, pulling Shelby toward me and pressing my lips to hers for a quick, but steamy kiss. “I’ve been dying to do that all night.” I glance around us. Nobody is paying attention and none of our group are nearby. I grab the edge of the table and pull myself underneath, hidden by the floor length black tablecloth.
“What are you doing?” Shelby hisses.
“You’ll see,” I say as I slide her dress up and push her legs apart.
“Alex! Someone might see you.”
“They can’t. The tablecloth is really long. And it’s dark in here. Relax, baby doll.”
I move between her legs, parting her lips with my tongue. Her thighs tremble, her pussy slick with arousal. I lick up and down from her opening up to her clit, sucking it hard as I thrust two fingers inside her. She squirms around on the leather seat, moaning when I add a third digit, continuing to finger blast her while my mouth works her clit over, alternating between sucking, licking and nibbling. Heat and liquid pour from her body like a volcano as she climbs toward her climax.
“Where did Alex go?”
Shit. I pause when I hear Gretchen’s voice. I really don’t want to stop now. Shelby was about to come on my face.
“Shelby? Are you ok? Is Alex in the bathroom? I wanna see if he’s drunk enough to do karaoke.” Blake slides into the booth, nearly kicking me.
“Yeah,” Shelby chokes out. “He’s in the bathroom.”
“Ok thanks,” he says before taking off.
Gretchen sits next to Shelby. Oh shit. Her short dress rides up her thighs and I get a glimpse of pink panties before I can tear my eyes away. “Blake doesn’t want to sing unless Alex does it. Will you try and convince him?”
Fuck it. I wanna finish what I started. I bury my face between Shelby’s legs again, lapping up h
er juices. She reaches down, flicking my shoulder when I start fucking her with my tongue.
“Shelby?”
“Yeah?”
“Are you ok?”
“Yep,” she grunts. I can see her hands gripping the edge of the table.
“Did you and Alex have a fight or something?” Gretchen slides closer to her and bumps her leg off my arm. “What the heck is under this table?”
Busted. I climb out from under the table, wiping my face on my sleeve. I don't say a word, just pick up my beer and take a drink as if being under a table is a completely normal thing to do.
“Oh my God,” Gretchen says, crinkling her nose. “You guys are disgusting.”
I chuckle into my beer glass. I don’t know what to say, so I just stare straight ahead.
“There you are,” Blake says, returning to the table. “I must have missed you in the bathroom. You wanna do karaoke, man? It’ll be just like old times in college.”
“Ah. Not tonight, buddy. I’m not quite drunk enough to do that.”
“Drunk enough to crawl around under tables though, eh Alex?” Gretchen snorts.
Shelby glares at her, her face beet red. Gretchen grins widely, shoving her playfully. “Oh relax, Shelby. I’m glad you guys are getting it on. But do it in your cabin. Holy Christ.” She shakes her head.
“Hold on,” Blake says holding up his finger. “I feel like I’m missing something. Alex was under the table? Why the fuck were you - oh! You dirty dog!”
Shelby covers her face with her hands, clearly mortified. I wrap my arm around her waist. “Why are you so embarrassed, baby doll?”
“I don’t know. Maybe cause our friends caught you giving me head under the table?”
I shrug. “Oh well. They’ll get over it.”
“It’s ok, Shelby,” Blake says, grinning from ear to ear. “We all do it. Just not in a public place. But there is something wildly erotic about that.”
“Don’t even think about,” Gretchen scoffs, giving him a stern look. “Let’s go get ready to sing.”
Gretchen does an amazing job at her part of the duet. Blake is hilarious. I’ve never seen him act so silly. It’s refreshing. Regardless, they earn themselves a standing ovation.