Below Deck

I watch her hands tighten on the railing in front of her as I do just what I said. My palm slides against the warm skin of her lower stomach where her tank top had risen up, stopping just over her belly button to add some pressure and pull her ass back harder against my cock.

“What else?” she whispers, her voice floating away with the breeze as I smile at the rapid rise and fall of her chest, her breath coming out faster the more I talk.

“I’d finally taste your skin, and see if you tasted as sweet as I imagined,” I reply, dipping my head down lower.

I scrape my teeth against the side of her neck before easing the sting with my lips, gently sucking her skin into my mouth and swirling my tongue around the area I just bit.

Mackenzie whimpers softly, and her hips start to move as she rubs her ass slowly against my cock before demanding more.

“What else?”

I continue sucking on her neck for a few seconds before I make a trail of kisses back up to her ear and reply.

“If we were other people, I’d slide my hand up under your shirt and finally touch those amazing tits I jerked off to when I saw you rubbing lotion on them yesterday.”

She makes a noise somewhere between a shocked gasp and a strangled moan as my hand slowly makes its way up under her tank top, gliding against the soft skin of her stomach and wanting to scream to the heavens in thanks that she’s not wearing a bra.

It’s my turn to let out a guttural moan when my hand palms one of her bare breasts, kneading the heavy weight of it in my hand before grazing my thumb back and forth across the tight bud of her nipple.

“Did you really jerk off after you saw me, or are we still pretending?” Mackenzie asks, letting out another small sound of pleasure when I pinch her nipple gently between my thumb and forefinger.

Hearing her say the words “jerk off” makes me want to shove my hand down my pants and do exactly that, but this is all about her right now. She’s letting me do these things to her after I was a Grade A asshole. I’m not about to fuck it up by pleasuring myself instead of her.

“I locked myself down in my bunk and came so hard I almost saw stars,” I admit, tugging and pulling on her nipple before moving my hand away and back down the skin of her stomach.

I keep my hand still, running my fingertips back and forth over her skin, right above the waistband of her shorts, waiting for her to say the words. It only takes her a few seconds to realize I’m not going to do anything else until she does.

“What else?” she finally asks.

I know I should draw this out, make it longer and make it worth it for her. I’ve already decided this is it with Mackenzie. Just this one time, just this one taste and then we can both stop pretending. I can get my fucking head back on straight and do my job without the distraction of wondering what she sounds like and feels like when she comes, and she can go back to enjoying the rest of her vacation without worrying about me pissing her off.

I know I should take my time, but I can’t. It’s impossible. I want it all and I want it now.

“I’d try my hardest to take it slow, but I wouldn’t be able to stop myself from pushing my hands down into those tight little shorts and finding out if you’re wet for me.”

My hand immediately moves, acting out my words as my fingers dip beneath the waistband of her shorts and her lacy underwear, not stopping until they come in contact with her smoothly waxed, hot pussy, and I find out the answer to what I was wondering.

She’s so wet, my fingers easily glide through her folds and we both moan at the same time when I stop, holding the tips right at her pulsing center.

“W-what else?” she stutters as one of her hands comes off the railing to clutch tightly to my arm that’s wrapped around her waist and down inside her shorts.

“I’d fuck you with my fingers until you came and I could hear you shout my name,” I tell her as her fingernails dig into the skin of my forearm, trying to push me to act on the words I just spoke.

A strangled sound of need comes out of her mouth when I hold my hand still, refusing to move until she tells me something first.

“What are you doing? Keep going,” she begs softly, her face turning towards mine as my fingers lazily swirl against her wet heat, building up her need, wanting her crazy with it so she’ll know exactly how I’ve felt since the first moment I saw her.

“Tell me what Marcel called me under his breath when I found you guys in the galley.”

Her eyes widen in shock as she pulls her head back to look up at me.

“Seriously? You want to talk about Marcel right now?”

I start to pull my fingers away from her, and she digs her nails into me so hard I’m pretty sure she might have drawn blood.

“Fine! He said ‘Fuck you, motherfucker’,” she shouts in irritation, the swear words coming out of her perfect little mouth making me laugh and turning me on even more than I thought possible. “Are you finished? Can we get back to—”

I lean down and press my lips to hers, quickly thrusting two fingers inside of her at the same time. She lets out a shocked moan into my mouth and I hold myself still inside of her to give her a second to get used to me invading her body, and to give myself some time to calm the fuck down before I thrust my cock against her ass and come in my jeans.

She’s so wet and tight and perfect. I push my tongue past her lips and pull my fingers almost all the way out of her before quickly thrusting them back in as deep as I can go. Her tongue tangles with mine and I swallow her whimpers of need as I fuck her pussy with my fingers, adding my thumb to circle around her swollen clit.