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But this was different.
I didn’t want this to be a secret.
We walked around the pool as Tommy looked at the lovely ladies laying out. He was like some macho idiot from all those mobster movies, the guy who wasn’t cool but acted like he was. I rolled my eyes as women gave him nasty looks, chuckling to myself whenever they turned him down. He was going to get himself into proper trouble with someone on this ship, and I was going to be right here taking all of it in.
We wrapped around the ship and headed for the hot tub. It was massive and sat right next to the pool on the open deck. There were women lounging around and bartenders running drinks everywhere. It was a chaotic mess of coursing sexual energy.
As my eyes scanned the crowd, I found her.
Chanel. Lounging around. In a string bikini.
Holy shit, she fucking looked phenomenal. Her toned calves and her thick thighs rolled up into a flat stomach and a slim waist. Her breasts were moving with every breath she took, and her porcelain skin had the faintest kiss of a tan. Her brown hair was piled high on her head, and she was slicked down with suntan lotion, her body glistening like it had last night with all the sweat I pulled from her pores.
My eyes raked up and down her curves as memories of last night came flooding back. She’d told me I had given her the first real orgasm she had ever experienced since our first time. I remembered how her legs shook around my head, how her lips had begged me for more, how her hands had clawed at my hair, wanting me closer as her pussy throbbed around my lips. I had rolled three separate orgasms over her body last night, leaving her covered in sweat and still panting for more.
How in the world could she be ashamed of something like that?
Memories of the letter I’d found that morning knocked the wind from my lungs. I turned my eyes away from her, turning my back to all of it. I thought I’d wanted to see her, but now I didn’t. I couldn’t control my cock, I couldn't control my emotions, and I couldn’t control her. I couldn’t make her want me like I wanted her. I couldn’t make her see that this was nothing to be ashamed of.
“I’m gonna go check out that piano bar,” I said.
“But we’re just getting started,” Tommy said.
“I need a drink. Deal with it.”
“There are bartenders out here, man. What’s up?” he asked.
“Just … I’ll be back. Find your woman for the night, and I’ll be back.”
I left the area and made my way back to our room. I was so fucking turned on that I had to take a cold shower. I got into the elevator and readjusted myself, pulling my growing girth up against my body. The more I tried to not think about her, the more the thoughts flooded my mind. I imagined pulling her oiled-up body right onto my lap while her tits jumped in my face.
I rode up to the sixth floor, and my hands were shaking. I barged into our room and slammed the door behind me, throwing my clothes to the floor. I turned on the cold water and stepped into the stream, trying to calm my body down.
My cock was aching, and I needed it to stop.
The cold water drove shivers over my skin as the heat coursing through my body came to a halt. Even though my cock was dwindling, my mind was still fantasizing about taking her from behind and smacking that luscious ass of hers. I allowed the cold water to drip over my trembling muscles as I thought about her pussy and how mistreated it had been over the years, how I could pull her to unimaginable heights with the skills I had now. I’d bet she was tight, virginal tight like she had been all those years ago. I thought about sliding into her, her juices slicking my cock as my lips swallowed her groans.
“Holy fuck,” I said breathlessly. “Come on.”
My body wasn’t letting up as I backed out of the cold stream of water. If a cold shower wasn’t going to do it, then there was only one other option. I reached for the hot water and switched it over, allowing the steam to fill up the bathroom as I breathed in deep. I allowed her presence to take me over. I allowed myself to get pulled back into her gravitational field. I wrapped my hand around my dripping cock as it grew back to life, and I imagined fucking her against the windows of the balcony as we both gazed out over the water.
I came with a force that left me dizzy as my cum shot out against the shower wall. I sank to my ass in the shower, allowing the hot water to beat down on my chest. I looked down and saw the marks she had left behind, marks that threw me back to the passion we’d experienced last night.
She was ashamed of me.
And the bitch of it was, I couldn't blame her.
Chapter 7
Chanel
The itinerary for the ten-year reunion was pretty basic. Lunches were spent doing whatever we wanted, but brunches and dinners were spent in a dining hall that was set aside for our class. When I’d attended the brunch that morning to take more pictures, I noticed that not a lot of people were there. Maybe half of the attending class had shown up for it, and there wasn’t much to photograph. Everyone there looked like they were still nursing hangovers, and I
figured the ones who didn’t show up were still sleeping theirs off. Ana and I had decided it was a bust, so we grabbed a small bite to eat and took our mimosas to go.
We were going to spend the day exploring the ship.
But exploring turned into laying out, and soon Ana was lathering me up with tanning oil. She kept ordering drinks as we lay out in the sun on the open deck. She was mindlessly rattling on about her evening with Tommy, which only served to remind me of my evening with Rhett.
