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Chapter Fourteen
Rhenn
I almost stroked out when I saw Marissa standing on the deck in that blue bikini.
I’ve had women on here, too many to possibly count, but none of them have ever looked as amazing as she did standing in the sunlight. I wanted to grab her, throw her over my shoulder, and stake my claim.
With my cock.
But, I’ve never been the claim-staking kinda guy. I’ve been the fun, free, and easy one, and while I want to be all of those things with Marissa too, a part of me – a very unfamiliar part – wants more with her. That’s why her no-strings sex offer is so perfect. I can work her out of my system – repeatedly, in my bed – and then walk away at the end, like I always do.
And the best part is she initiated it.
Talk about shocking. I didn’t think she was the casual sex kinda girl, but apparently I was wrong. Actually, no, I don’t think I’m completely wrong. I still don’t think she’s built that way, but I think she’s tired of fighting this constant attraction, this crazy, fiery lust that’s burning between us, and what better way than to fuck it out of our systems.
Perfect. Plan.
My dick is already anxious and ready to play. I just have to keep him under control for a little bit longer. Once Meghan and Nick head back to Jupiter Bay tomorrow, well, all bets are off.
Just like our clothes.
I have to suppress a groan as the visual of Marissa strutting around my boat all day without that fucking bikini fills my mind. That’s another thing I wasn’t expecting. Marissa gives off that one-piece vibe, or maybe even one of those little swim skirts. That dental floss bikini was a bit of a shocker to the ol’ ticker. She seemed a bit timid and nervous when she appeared on deck, which tells me it definitely isn’t her norm. I’m guessing her sister had something to do with it.
Remind me to send Harper a big bouquet of flowers when we return to land.
Marissa and I enjoy cubed cheese, fruit, and bottled water, while watching the waves. She hasn’t complained about feeling sick, so I take it the anti-nausea meds are working their magic. Thank Christ, because even though I would have returned to shore immediately, the thought of not witnessing her in her bikini makes the sunlight seem a little less bright.
“Feeling okay?” I ask, wanting confirmation.
“Actually, I feel great. I can’t believe I haven’t really felt sick at all,” she replies, finishing off the pineapple chunk on her plate.
“I’m glad.” We’re quiet for several more minutes, but it’s not uncomfortable. Actually, it’s the exact opposite. I don’t feel the need to add mindless chatter to our day, just for the sake of talking. Instead, I just enjoy her company and her presence beside me.
When our lunch is finished and we hear movement down below, I stand up. “Ready to catch a few rays? This is a pretty good spot to relax and sunbathe. We can head out mid-afternoon and find another place for the night.”
“Sounds good,” she replies, standing up and stretching. She reaches for the sky, her arms extending as far as they’ll go, and my mouth goes dry. Fuck, she’s beautiful, and all I want to do is strip that bikini off her lush body (possibly even throwing it into the ocean like her wrap – which I really didn’t mean to do, by the way) and lick every square inch of her. Every. Single. Inch.
Suddenly, her nipples pucker and strain against those little triangles, making my dick throb in my trunks. When my eyes connect with hers, I see nothing but lust. Want. I’d bet the papers of Runaround Sue that she’s fucking wet right now. Marissa moves, taking one step closer until her knees are touching mine. She wiggles between my legs, my body burning with desire, but I hold completely still. I’m letting her set the pace here, because if it were up to me, I’d already have her spread-eagle on the deck floor, my cock pounding into her wet pussy.
She leans forward, positioning her hands on my thighs. The motion brings her tits closer, along with her mouth. Her lips are pink and wet, ripe for kissing, and it takes every ounce of self-control I didn’t even realize I had to not kiss her, but I’m letting her call the shots, remember?
Then her eyes drop to my cock and her breathing hitches. My hands flex and my palms itch to touch her skin. I’m ready to sell my left nut to the devil just for one little taste. Her hands grip my thighs, her nails biting my skin through my trunks. Control is quickly vanishing, leaving nothing but a craving for this woman that may never be quenched.
I shake that thought out of my mind too as her hands slowly move toward my cock, so fucking slowly that I think I might actually die before they reach their destination. Her eyes connect with mine once more just as her hands are mere centimeters from my aching dick, and I can already tell that once she makes contact, there’ll be no stopping this freight train. Once she touches me, it’s all over with but the orgasms. A lot of orgasms. So many, she won’t be able to walk tomorrow. And the look in her green eyes tells me she’s ready.
Just as she reaches for me, voices interrupt our porno-quality moment. Marissa jumps back as footsteps ascend the stairs and my friend and his wife come into view. They both look completely sated, dopey grins on their orgasm-happy faces, and suddenly my balls are turning bluer than my eyes.
Cockblocking assholes.
They sit down across from us, Meghan placing her legs across Nick’s lap as he feeds her bites of pancakes. She moans in delight, a sound that makes my internal organs twist with outrage. “Sooo goooood,” she moans, licking the syrup off her bottom lip.
Nick reaches over and swipes a bit of leftover syrup off her lip, bringing his finger to his mouth and savoring the taste. When he glances my way, I try to kill him with my eyes. “What?” he asks, all innocently and smug-like.
“Fuck you. I hope you fall overboard and drown.” He seems a bit surprised by my outburst before glancing down. I know my dick is still rock hard, and I should definitely be embarrassed. But I’m not. The cockblocker deserves to die.
Nick busts up laughing before returning his attention to his wife, feeding her another bite. “Bedroom’s free,” he says, throwing Marissa a quick wink. She turns a bright shade of pink before grabbing our trash and heading below deck. I want to follow her, I want to really bad, but I refrain. If I do, I’m liable to throw her down on the table and screw her until the sun goes down.
My friends be damned.
