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“I hate my life,” Kasha groans.
“Has she met Dolly Dearest yet?” I tease.
“Not funny.”
Henley grins and leans back on her elbows. “Do you think she’ll get jealous of Dolly?”
“I think a threesome is more likely,” I giggle.
Kasha throws a towel at my head. “I hate you bitches.”
Sicily is completely lost so we take a moment to fill her in on Kasha’s father getting caught with a blow up doll the last time we were all here.
The sun starts to set, and a cool breeze flows across the water. It’s time to get dressed and go find our guys.
Simon stands at the craps table, flanked by two skinny little bitches who need their asses kicked. I mean, two women. Where did that thought come from? Am I seriously jealous? I have no right to be.
“Friends with benefits. No strings,” I murmur to myself. Like that may cool the anger that bubbles in my stomach when one of the women laughs at something he says and lays her hand on his arm, giving him the fuck-me eyes.
I needn’t have worried. As soon as he sees me, a smile darts across his face. He scoops up his winnings and leaves the table, making a beeline for me.
“There you are,” he says, kissing my cheek. “You’ve got a little sun. You look beautiful.”
Oh, god. How am I supposed to resist him when he says things like that? How can one mouth be capable of those sweet words and the dirty talk I love so much? Shit. I can’t think about his mouth. What is wrong with me? I’m like a horny teenager around him.
“Thank you. I was sunbathing with the girls.” My hand slides behind his neck, and his eyes heat when I scratch my nails lightly across his nape. “Why, were you looking for me?”
“I believe we had plans.”
Shaking my head, I grin at him. “You seriously want to fuck me here, with all these people?”
His arm wraps around me, and he turns me in the opposite direction, his hand resting in the small of my back. His whispered words are hot against my ear. “Are you scared?”
Yeah, but I have every intention of rising to his challenge. “Where are we going?”
There are two sets of restrooms on the boat, and he leads me to the lesser used men’s room in the corner.
Excitement shoots through me at the prospect of what I’m about to do. Damn. Maybe I do have some exhibitionist tendencies. “We’d better not get caught,” I giggle, locking the stall door.
“I’ll try not to make you scream too loud.”
“You’ll have to keep your growling down then,” I tease, pulling his shorts and underwear down.
His lips find mine instantly. The sound of the party in the distance fades away as my world narrows to him and the way he makes me feel. His hand unfastens my shorts and pulls them down, exposing my little bikini bottoms. A moan escapes me when his finger slides inside me.
He takes a seat on the toilet lid and pulls me down to straddle him. He tugs aside the crotch of my swimsuit, and I waste no time sinking onto his long, thick cock, reveling in the low hiss that flows from his lips. I love how I affect him and that he doesn’t try to hide it.
His forehead falls to my chest. “Fuck, Lydia, you feel so good. We have to make this quick, babe.”
Just the feel of him inside me has me right on the edge, not to mention the excitement of fucking in public. I’ve never done anything like this before. My hands grip his shoulders as I rise and fall, sending the most thrilling sensations racing across my skin.
“Simon,” I gasp when an orgasm rolls through me within seconds.
His hands tighten on my waist, and he tugs me down harder. Taking his cue, I speed up, fucking him as fast and hard as I can. His eyes are closed, and I take the opportunity to stare at his face, taut with concentration and ecstasy. I want to watch him fall apart.
His forehead creases and his mouth falls open. I know he’s close, and I slam down on him again.
A high-pitched shriek fills the small room, bouncing off the walls, and I freeze. It takes me a minute to realize it came from Simon. What the hell?
“Simon?”
“Up,” he groans. “Get off of me.”
I get to my feet, confused by the agony on his face until I look down. Cocks aren’t supposed to bend like that. Seriously, it’s pointing at a right angle. “Oh god. Simon, I…”
I broke his cock.
I didn’t even know that was physically possible.
“Help,” he squeaks. “Get help.”
“Okay!” I scramble to put on my shorts and open the stall to see a waiter standing there, while a few other people pour through the door behind him. Yep, that shriek was definitely loud enough to be heard throughout the boat.
