Below Deck

My eyelashes are dotted with drops of rain and I blink them away as I stare up at him, the messy spikes of his hair glistening with the mist that is falling down around us. I feel the steady beat of his heart begin thumping faster under my palm, which is still pressed to his chest.

“Are we all alone out here?” I whisper, feeling the heat of his skin under his wet shirt as I slide my hand up his chest and lift it off of him to run it through the thick strands of his wet hair.

“Another perk of my job. This rain forest is on private property. I called the owners while you were meeting your horse and found out there weren’t any tours scheduled today. We’ve got the whole place to ourselves.”

I only heard half of what he said since in the middle of his explanation, his hand moved down off my face, over my breast, down my side, and his palm was now running up the inside of my thigh, pushing up the wet material of my cover-up as he goes.

“Whatever will we do with ourselves all alone out here? I’m not sure—”

I let out a small gasp, my head thumping back against the tree behind me and my eyes closing, when he cut off my words by pushing my bikini bottoms to the side and, without any hesitation, plunged two of his fingers inside me.

“Jesus, how are you this wet already?” Declan groans, pumping his fingers in and out of me slowly, adding his thumb to circle around my clit.

“Because of you,” I tell him, groaning when he slams his fingers in hard and deep, all the way to his knuckles.

“You’re so good for my ego,” he says with a smile in his voice as he works me over, fucking me with those expert fingers and kissing the drops of rain off my cheek and moving down to my neck.

“Declan, please,” I beg with a whisper, rocking my hips against his hand and wrapping my arms around his shoulders to pull him closer. “I can’t…I need…”

I trail off, unable to form words as my legs start to shake as his fingers thrust deeper. I can’t hold off the release that is taking over my body, but I want him with me when it happens.

“Let go, Mackenzie. Let me feel you come on my fingers.”

I finally open my eyes and shake my head at him, grabbing his cheeks with my hands and bringing his lips to mine.

“J’ai besoin de toi en moi. I need you inside me. Now. Please,” I beg again, speaking in French just for him, whispering what it means against his mouth.

“Fuck, you’re going to be the death of me,” he mutters, quickly pulling his fingers out of me, grabbing a condom out of his back pocket, and shoving his shorts down his hips just enough to free his cock.

Pushing my bikini bottoms down my hips quickly, I let them fall to my feet and kick them away. My heart beats wildly in my chest, and my pussy aches and pulses with the need to come as I stare down between our bodies and watch him put the condom on his thick, hard cock so quickly that his hands are a blur.

He moves with the speed of light, clearly needing me as much as I need him. One of his arms wraps around me and tugs me roughly to him as his eyes stay locked on mine. His free hand grabs my thigh and brings it up around his hip while at the same time he bends his knees and slams his cock up and into me, burying himself deep in one hard thrust.

We both groan in pleasure at the same time. With the warm mist of rain falling down around us and soaking our bodies and the gentle sounds of tropical wildlife echoing through the rain forest, Declan fucks me up against a tree.

It’s brutal and it’s hard. I know I’ll have bruises up and down my spine, and I don’t care. I’ve never been taken like this, out in the open and with such raw abandon. He fucks me like he can’t get enough of me, can’t get close enough, can’t get deep enough. He growls against my lips as he drives his cock in and out of me and it takes my breath away.

He tells me how good my pussy feels, he tells me I’m so tight that it drives him insane. He tells me he never wants to stop fucking me. Dirty, wonderful things that no man has ever said to me before and words I never thought would turn me on so much. Maybe it’s because they’re coming from Declan. Maybe it’s because he makes me forget the world around me and allows me to just enjoy life.

His hips piston between my thighs, his groin smacking against my clit each time he plunges his cock inside me. It doesn’t take long for the orgasm that was teetering on the edge when his fingers were inside me to roar back to life and explode out of me.

I scream Declan’s name up to the sky and cling tighter to his body as I come and wave after wave of pleasure pulses between my thighs. He thrusts his cock into me a few more times before slamming himself as deep as he can, burying his face into the side of my neck as he curses and mutters my name while he comes inside me.

Neither of us moves for several long minutes as we both catch our breath. My back is still pressed up against the tree, my leg is still flung over Declan’s hip, and his cock is still buried inside me as he squeezes his arms around me and holds me to him as tightly as he can…as if he never wants to let me go.

I’ve always known I was never the type of woman who could handle a one-night-stand or a quick fling. I threw caution to the wind and gave it a shot with Declan to try and finally have some fun in my life.

Something tells me, as we stand under the canopy of trees, wrapped around each other, that no matter what I tell myself, I’ll never be the type of woman who can handle something like this. If I’m not careful, this quick vacation fling will quickly turn into something that could break my heart.