Pleasure Cruise (7 page)

Kira grinned, feeling incredibly empowered. His head tilted to the side. He said nothing. In fact, he didn’t look too pleased with her outburst.

“Now,” Kira said, wanting to get back into character. It was easier to pretend she was someone else. “I know nothing about you and you know nothing about me, not really. I’m not only willing to overlook this fact, Cabin Boy, I’m embracing it. I really suggest you do the same. We could have a good time here, where I not only fuck you, but I drain your cock dry, or you can go all macho on me and get nothing. I must warn you that I want nothing more than to suck you off at the moment, and I’m dying to know what it would feel like to have that tongue of yours licking every inch of my pussy as I cream on your face, but it’s ultimately your decision. Sex? Or do I go catch the ship’s Welcome Aboard Musical Extravaganza?”

“You have a dirty mouth, you know it? But I have a feeling you only talk tough. Inside, you’re just a closet romantic.” He smiled again, stroking her cheek. “Go ahead, talk tough. Play your little game. I don’t mind.”

Kira shrugged off his words. There was no way he could know that much about her from just a few meetings. “I’m assuming that answer means yes. Lovely. I’d like you to begin with me now. For starters, I’d like to take a look at what kind of cock you’re sporting. Not that I’m doubting it, but a girl’s got her standards, you know.”

“Of course.” He gave her a wry look. “You should know that I’m a—”

“Shh, don’t talk. Enough talking. Too much conversation. We talked last time.” Kira grabbed his waistband and worked his pants open. “All of my sex shots are up to date. I can’t get pregnant. I can’t catch anything. And now I want to play. So, my sexy Cabin Boy, why don’t you just go ahead and do what we both know you do best—fuck me until I can’t stand straight anymore.”

His lips twitched in approval and she knew he wouldn’t be protesting again. Tugging his pants off, she made sure to take his silk boxers with her as she moved them down his legs. She gasped, her eyes rounded as she looked down at his long, thick shaft.

Kira kissed him. For all her tough words, she actually shivered. There was something slow and seductive about the way his mouth moved against hers. She might have only met him one time, but she felt as if she’d known him forever. He stroked her body, heating her to his touch. Her mouth left his as she explored his neck, his chest, his flat stomach. He smelled good, like expensive cologne. A moan sounded in her throat and all thoughts fled. Somehow, this just seemed right. The primal urge to please him took over. Kira wasn’t normally an overly generous lover when it came to oral sex, but she found herself wanting—no, needing—to please him first.

Kira fell to her knees, eager to taste him. This was bold, even for her. But, she’d told herself that she was going to do new, adventurous things on this vacation and once her mind was set, there was no changing it. Besides, once the vacation was over, everything that happened on the boat would stay on the boat. It’s not like she’d see anyone but Clare again and Clare was already her best friend for life.

His cock, now free from its confines, bobbed next to her cheek. Kira moaned in approval, pleasantly surprised by her cabin boy’s long, thick endowment. She moved her lips over the pink, mushroom-shaped head of his cock and let her tongue run out and over it, tasting the smooth, hard flesh. Salty pre-cum surfaced as she continued to toy with the tip of him and moan lightly. He groaned in instant approval. Moving his hands into her hair, he pulled her forward so that her lips were forced to part over his girth. She worked her mouth around the tip of him and sucked gently. He tasted so good, intoxicating, unlike any man she’d ever sucked off before. She couldn’t help herself as she became more aggressive.

“Oh, fuck,” he growled, as she teased him with her teeth and tongue, not giving him all that she was sure he wanted. He tightened his hands in her hair, helping to work her mouth back and forth. “Oh, fuck, you are good at that. That’s it, love.”

Kira moaned against him as he continued to talk dirty to her, keeping up her own rhythm though he tried to make her stroke him faster. He was more than she could take comfortably in her mouth, so she brought her hands up to aid her in bringing him close to orgasm. She scraped her teeth lightly over the sides of his shaft, causing him to jerk.

“Oh, yeah, your mouth looks so hot, so sexy on me…” Cabin Boy gasped and panted for breath.

Kira loved a man confident enough to say what he liked. She cupped his sac in her palm and kneaded gently, rolling her tongue down his smooth shaft as she went. His body tensed and jolted ever so slightly. His balls tightened in her hand and she pulled her mouth quickly off him. As much as she wanted to let his sweet semen glide down her throat, she wanted to be fucked by him more.

“Sorry, but not yet, Cabin Boy,” Kira said, her voice hoarse with excitement. She felt possessed by something bigger than herself. Her body knew this man on a primal level, even if her mind had yet to catch up. “I’ve got other, better things planned for you.”

Forcefully, she pushed him out the bathroom door and toward the red satin bed in her room. She loved being in control, and Cabin Boy didn’t seem to mind letting her have whatever she wanted. When they neared the bed, she gave him a good strong shove. He staggered but managed to land gracefully on the mattress. A scorchingly erotic smile found his lips as he watched her, seemingly content to let her have her way with him. His silk shirt still clung to his arms, baring the hard folds of his muscled chest. Damn, he was gorgeous. Too gorgeous to waste on just one romp between the sheets. She hoped she could use him for more than just a one-time fuck on her vacation.

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 entrenched. 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. It took her 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.