Doesn’t mean I should wait around to see what happens once Mabel gets up here. Clapping Amara on the shoulder– her good one– I turn and walk across the deck to get back to work, calling over my shoulder, “Good luck, Captain.”
Across the deck, I try to tune out the conversation they're having, fiddling with things that don’t need fiddling with.
Like I said, I’m happy for them. Happy that Amara found her person. I just wish I could get used to the stinging feeling in my chest that it’s not me. That I lost my best friend.
Pretty quickly, they disappear into her quarters, only for moans to pour out not long after.
The sounds grate on me, so I head back down to the dock with the flimsy excuse of a supply run.
Walking up the pathway, until the noises on the ship have completely evaporated from my brain.
There’s a rustle of a bush next to me, and then a hand shooting out, latching onto my forearm and pulling me in. My unoccupied hand reaches for my dagger, bringing it up to my assailant's throat. Holding it there before I slice through their jugular. Wanting to look in their eyes before I hand them their demise.
I only halt when I recognise those caramel eyes. I should have recognised the same dainty hand that goes alongside the unnatural strength.
“Hell, Tally. What the fuck?” I whisper-shout. Rushing to drop the dagger from her throat.
A whimper drops from her lips as the blade disconnects from her skin.
She gulps and clears her throat, before attempting tospeak with a sideways smirk. “Thought I’d surprise you. And I wondered if you wanted to come on my fingers for lunch.”
Instantly, my brain malfunctions, a deep seated heat working its way through my veins. All thoughts of the ship, Amara, and Mabel fading into nothing as I nod.
“As long as you come on mine too.”
Tally grins. Big and wide, showing off her perfect teeth. Then she launches at me, pushing me against the wall behind the bushes and attaching her lips to mine.
She mumbles against me, “Deal.”
Biting my lip, trying to keep my scream from leaping into the air and alerting all those inside the tavern that I’m currently having my pussy devoured.
The night air is cool, causing bumps to arise along my skin. Tally’s touch and fingers torturing me in tandem, as they plunge, suck and fuck into me. My hips gyrating into her face, as I find my high.
Her hair is tangled between my fingers, the need to keep her as close as possible an untameable beast inside me.
I knew as I walked through the tavern, with a wink in her direction, and a subtle grope of her arse as I strolled past, that I was playing with fire. I just didn’t expect that fire to implode with her swiftly exiting the bar and dragging me from the hallway, out into the night behind the tavern.
She didn’t waste time before she was down on her knees, ripping down my trousers and filling me full with her fingers.
Loosening my grip, I slowly descend back down to earth,letting the messed up strands of Tally’s hair fall from their confines.
Tally rises from the dirt sodden ground and attaches her drenched mouth to mine.
The taste of me on her– both our flavours mixing in her mouth– is an aphrodisiac I’ll never get used to tasting.
All too soon, she’s pulling away, using a hand in my hair to stop me from chasing her wet mouth.
“My turn, dove. Get on your knees.” She rasps.
With a gentle downwards tug on my hair, she brings me to my knees. Lifting the hem of her skirt, I groan at the lack of undergarments and bury myself deep between her thighs.
Its pitch black out, only the light from the overhead stars lighting our way across the deck. Silently moving over the ship, with a tight grip on Tally’s hand. Her own footfalls are as silent as mine.
Locating my chambers below deck is quick and simple. Making sure we don’t get caught by any of the crew who’s up late– very late– is the difficult part. Once we make it to the door, I shove Tally in, enjoying her feather-light giggles as I close the door.
The space isn’t huge, especially compared to Amara’s quarters, but it’s private andmine.
Tally grabs the front of my shirt in a tight fist, a mischievous grin on her lips as she walks back, taking me with her.
