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Dane slides his fingers inside me, moving them slowly at first. Then he's plunging, driving them deep as he pushes me toward the edge. He leaves a trail of kisses up my shoulder, a tingling sensation running up my spine. Then, his mouth latches onto one of my nipples.
My desire and need are too great. I grab Dane's shoulders, holding on as my nails dig into his skin. "I'm coming. Oh…God."
"Fuck, I can feel you come." His lips are at my ear, his breath caressing my neck. "Damn, I want you. I swear I'm ready to burst; you've got me so fucking hard."
"Then it's your turn." I reach for him, sucking in my breath at the size of his bulge.
"I can't. I don't have time."
"Yes, you do. Aroused as you are, it won't take long to get you off. I have something that will help, too." I dash into the bathroom and grab a small four-inch bottle from the shelf.
"What is that?" Dane eyes the orange-tinted plastic bottle in my hand.
"It's Moroccan argan oil. I use it when my hair gets too dry." Excited at the thought of watching him come, I hurriedly unfasten his belt and pants, slipping them to his knees. His boxer briefs follow, springing his cock from its cotton prison. I massage him with my palm, using his drops of precum, and then I dribble some of the oil along the length of his mouthwatering erection. I slowly work him as I spread the slippery liquid, my fingers encircling his flesh, but not too tightly. I want him to experience the sensation of my warm hand effortlessly gliding up and down. I can feel him stretch, his skin becoming taut.
"Don't stop. Oh fuck, that feels good." Dane tips his head back and closes his eyes.
I gently cup his balls with one hand while I continue to stroke him, my fingers encircling his thickness like a cock ring. I work his head with a twist of my wrist, my palm sliding across thetip. Then I go back to working his shaft. I can hear his rapid breathing slow, then stop, aware he's holding it as his muscles tighten and his balls retract, signaling he's getting ready to come.
Wanting to give him that last little nudge to push him over the edge, I release his balls and reach under his shirt. My fingers pinch and tease his nipple while I increase the pressure and pace on his throbbing shaft.
"Oh, fuck. That's it. Shit, I'm coming." He makes a strangled sound as his cock pulses in my hand.
I lean my head on his shoulder as he catches his breath.
"Damn, that felt good. I better clean up so I can get back upstairs." He pulls away and disappears into the bathroom.
I grab a pack of wet wipes from the dresser and sit on the bed while I clean the oil and cum off my hands. I'm physically and emotionally rocked by what we've done. It was so unexpected and out of my character. But with Dane, everything is different.
Dane rejoins me by the bed and kisses me. "I have to go. Can you check the corridor? No one saw me come in, and it's best if no one sees me leave either."
I peek my head out the door. "It's all clear."
Dane slips into the hallway, and I close the door, leaning my back against it.
Now that we've reconnected and he's alleviated some of my concerns and fears, I can't wait to see him again.
Chapter Twelve
Dane
Dane hurries through the glass sliding door to the lounge and heads to the dining area in the back. It's almost six o'clock in the morning, and he needs to help set up the continental breakfast buffet for the early risers. After scanning the counter, he rushes downstairs to the kitchen, returning with a fresh fruit tray and pastries.
"Good morning," he calls out cheerfully to Mitre, who's setting tables on the other side of the room.
"You're pretty chipper this morning," Mitre throws over his shoulder. He sets a fork down at the last place setting.
"I am. I woke up in a spectacular mood." That was certainly no lie. He felt relieved, like a weight had been lifted off him, when Brittany accepted his explanation along with his promise to tell her everything later. He wishes he could tell her now, but that would be disastrous, causing complications and drama on the ship should she accidentally say something to anyone else. It was best to wait—for everyone's sake.
Dane smiles as he pulls a stack of plates from the buffet cabinet and neatly stacks them at the end of the counter, his mind back on Brittany. He certainly hadn't expected her to jack him off in her cabin last night, but damn, it felt so fucking good. She was wonderfully wicked, and he wants to spend time with her again. They'll be on the ship for three more nights. Maybe he can sneak into her room tonight after closing the bar. He couldn't stay with her all night since Luka would notice his absence, but he could get away for a few hours. The only problem he can foresee is that he has no condoms, and it would be impossible for him to leave the ship until his day off. But Dane doesn't want to wait two more days to hold her in his arms, smother her with kisses, and feel himself inside her. It would drive him crazy to wait that long when he has her warm, sensual body at his fingertips. Maybe—
"Dane, can you help out in the main dining room?" Luis seems to have come out of nowhere and is standing by one of the tables. He chuckles at Dane's startled reaction. "They'll be short-staffed downstairs. There are only two tours today, and they leave at the same time. Bernard expects more guests than usual to come in for breakfast between seven and seven thirty."
"Sure. Do you want me to go down there now or help out up here first?"
"We should be fine in here. You can head downstairs. Bernard will need more tables set up."
"You got it." Dane straightens several chairs and then heads for the stairs. Entering the main dining room, he spots Luka and a few others setting up tables and readying the hot buffet counter.
