Chapter 9

When you’re trying to take a nap, and you see people outside. Living life.

-Reasons why Audrey wants to shoot people

Audrey

All the nervousness and fear that usually hit me when it came to doing anything sexual with a man was non-existent as I made my way down the steps of the top deck.

Tobias had his hand in mine as he helped me down the stairs, and I couldn’t help but shiver at the feeling of my slick thighs rubbing together, smearing our releases together, each time I took a step.

But then we stopped in front of the big man we’d signed out the blankets from earlier, and his leer was enough to send me behind Tobias’ back as he told the guy our room number.

Tobias shifted, blocking me even more, and squeezed my hand a little tighter, knowing that I was uncomfortable.

All the desire that was coursing through my body slowly dissipated the longer we stood there, and by the time Tobias was leading me toward the elevators, I was uneasy.

Which he caught the moment we got inside.

“He made you nervous.”

I nodded, swallowing thickly. “Yeah.”

His smile was slow.

“But I don’t.”

I shook my head. “No.”

He moved closer.

“What about what we just did. Why do you think it worked for you?” he asked, running the tips of his fingers along the line of my cheekbone.

I looked up at him, studied his caring eyes, and realized that this man would do absolutely anything for me. Even back off if I asked it of him.

I shrugged. “I don’t know. The fact that we were doing it in public, maybe.”

I bit my lip.

“Maybe because, if you’d needed to, you could’ve screamed out and people would’ve heard?” he offered up.

The elevator doors opened, but when I went to step off, he shook his head. “Not our floor.”

I stepped back, but this time, my agitation was dissipating.

“I don’t know,” I finally admitted. “What I do know is that I’m not scared. That guy, though. He made me feel really weird. That’s why I asked you to get the blankets.”

I felt like utter shit. I’d let him get to freakin’ home base, and then had slightly freaked out. Seriously, I was an asshole.

He threw his arm around me and pulled me in tight to his chest. “We’ll get back there, honey. Don’t worry.”

The soft kiss he placed on top of my head was enough to send chills over the length of my body.

“Thank you, Toby-Toab.”

He squeezed my shoulders tighter. “Shhh.”

***

It was hours later that I lay wide-awake in bed, contemplating what I should do.

I could hear the thrum of the boat trudging through the ocean.

Our balcony door was open because it was cooler outside than it was inside, and I was huddled into a small ball, pressed up against Tobias’ back, contemplating my next move.

I’d fallen asleep the moment my head had hit the pillow, but a wave had rocked the ship a little less than an hour ago, and I’d woken up with a start.

When I’d rolled over and looked at Tobias, it was to find him still sound asleep, so far to the side of the bed that it looked damn near uncomfortable.

He was giving me space, though, and I felt bad.

I hadn’t asked for it, but he’d read my body language, I guess.

He’d known, without me having to ask, that I’d needed the distance to compose myself, and he’d given it to me without complaint.

But now, here I was, wide-awake.

My insides were throbbing, and I wanted to roll him over and jump onto his cock like I had hours ago on the top deck of the ship.

But I couldn’t quite talk myself into it.

The courage that’d been there earlier, thanks to a little alcohol and being comfortable with Tobias, was now long gone, and I was left lying in bed, pressed to his back, wondering if I could possibly do what I was planning to do.

The longer I lay there, the less confident I became.

I knew he wouldn’t deny me.

I knew it, yet I couldn’t make myself move.

Earlier, when I’d gotten into the shower, I couldn’t make myself wash him off of me. So after a quick rinse and wash of my hair, I’d stepped out with him still filling my pussy. I felt so naughty, and the feel of him, still leaking out of me even hours later, was sending my libido into hyper drive.

God, I wanted him so bad.

But how could I get him to wake up without making myself look freakin’ bipolar?

I shifted away from him turning onto my back, and the lights of heaven shined down on me when he rolled with me, placing his chest up against my side.

I bit my lip, shifting my hips slightly. Experimentally.

He growled under his breath and pulled me closer, but that was it.

He was asleep. I could feel his even breathing on the side of my neck and the tickle of his beard against my bare skin.

I’d shucked my clothes thirty minutes ago in the hopes that I could work up the courage to urge him to take me again.

But then had sat there like a lump on a log.

I shifted my legs, lightly pressing them together in the hopes that I could still the ache, but it only made it worse.

Pressing back against him again, I was rewarded with the feel of his slightly hardened cock pressing against my side.

I bit my lip, and then turned to run my mouth over his forearm.

He didn’t react.

Taking courage from somewhere, I turned in his arms, and then froze as I waited for him to make another move.

He didn’t.

I bit my lip again, looking up at his slack face that looked so peaceful in sleep.

The light from the moon was enough to allow me to see the sweep of his eyelashes on the tops of his cheeks.

My eyes followed down his face, over his beard, to the top of his chest.

The way we were pressed together, I couldn’t see below me, but I could feel.

I reached forward and grasped him through his underwear.

The moment I felt his stiffened flesh in my hand, my anxiety over waking him up passed.

A voracious, I-need-him-now feeling swept over me, and I finally made the move that I’d been wanting to do for the last hour.

“Didn’t think you were ever going to work up the courage,” he growled.

Surprise flittered over me, but before I could get embarrassed, he was shoving his underwear down his thighs and maneuvering himself between my thighs.

“This okay?” he paused over me, his fists planted in the bed on either side of my head.

I swallowed nervously, and then reached for his cock, aiming it for my entrance. “Get up here and take over. That took forever.”

He took that as answer enough, and slowly started to push inside.

“A good man wouldn’t do this,” he hissed as he sank an entire inch inside of me.

“A bad man wouldn’t do this,” I countered. “You wouldn’t leave a woman so desperate and in need, would you?”

He grunted and pulled back, but only far enough to help my flesh adjust to his girth.

“So wet,” he growled.

I licked my lips.

“You’re still inside me,” I whispered, blushing as I did. “I didn’t want to wash us away.”

He went up to his knees, and then suddenly there was light filling the room.

The first thing I did was look down the line of our bodies.

He was still mostly outside of me, and only the thick head of his cock was buried in my flesh, but even I could see the need that was slickening the inside of my thighs and my pussy lips.

“So hot,” he growled.

My eyes shot up to his, and I saw the flush rise high onto his cheekbones.

His eyes were dark and filled with an intimidating light that was enough to make me brace for what happened next.

And it was a damn good thing I did, because the next second I was completely filled with him. But still, he wasn’t all the way inside.

“Jesus,” I gasped. “You didn’t feel this big earlier.”

He laughed.

Then he started to fuck me in earnest, working me slowly at first and gradually speeding up his pace.

I watched him move.

Watched the way his abs flexed and released with each pump of his hips. Watched the way the veins in his arms stood out as he hovered over me on fisted hands that were planted in the mattress beside my head.

His muscled thighs were smacking into my legs, creating such a loud slapping sound that I worried that the old people next door would hear.

But then he twisted his hips, and all cognitive abilities seemed to leave me, leaving behind a writhing, keening mess that was searching for one thing: a release.

My eyes closed on their own, and I lifted my hands up to grab onto his wrists in an effort to hold myself in place as his thrusts slammed into me.

Over and over he pushed into me, and it wasn’t long before I was taking all of him.

Pleasure and pain roared through me, fighting for supremacy and overwhelming me with sensation.

The wrist that I was holding onto moved, and I moaned as I then had to concentrate on holding myself still without that anchor…but then his hand found my nipple.

At first, he only twisted, teasing me. Then, as if in a dream, he hunched his body over mine, and dropped his mouth down to my breast, pulling the nipple completely into his mouth and sucking so hard that my back bowed up off the bed.

It was like a direct explosion straight to my core, and suddenly I couldn’t hold on anymore.

Sparks erupted behind my eyes as I came, pleasure washing over me so great that I couldn’t help but be swept out to sea, drowning in everything that was Tobias.

I wasn’t even aware when he stopped.

It could have been instantly. Or it could’ve been long moments later.

Whatever the case may be, I came to with his hard length stilled inside of me, still pulsing as I tried to find the ability to speak.

“Once more,” he ordered, then started to move.

I opened my mouth to object, but he dropped his lips down to mine and kissed the breath out of me.

He plundered my mouth, his tongue tangling with my own, as he claimed me.

And it was a claiming. Everything in that kiss told me exactly what I needed to know.

I was his. Now. Tomorrow, and next week. He wanted me, and I had to either accept it, or fight. But fighting would still lead to what we both knew was inevitable. Defeat.

He would have me, and I had no choice but to accept that.

So I did. I sank into the kiss, letting him know with my body that I was submitting.

His hand in my hair confirmed the victory, and then he started to pump his hips, but differently this time. More languid and lazy.

He continued to kiss me while he played with my nipple, coaxing my nerve endings into tingling threads of awareness that I felt all over.

“Please,” I gasped into the kiss. “Please!”

His lips smiled against mine, but he didn’t slow the assault. He continued to push and pull, take and give, until I was, yet again, on the verge of the cliff.

But this time, when I fell over the edge, he followed right along with me.

The hot spurts of his release filled me, and it was long minutes until I was able to think clearly once again.

The haze of pleasure was still lingering inside of me, but I was now able to remember who and where I was.

“It’s a good thing we have a maid service here,” I told him bluntly. “You’re a messy boy.”

He started to chuckle.

“I’ll try to have a towel handy from now on,” he replied dryly, pulling me into his chest and twisting until he lay fully on his back with me curled into his side.

The loss of his length from inside of me was an instant ache, and I wanted him back before I was even completely settled in, close at his side.

I lifted my leg, trying to find a way to recapture what I had without actually putting him back inside of me, and he started to laugh.

“Miss me already?”

The sweet ache between my legs was confirmation enough.

“Yes,” I told him honestly. “But I’ll live.”

He rumbled something, and it vibrated his chest quite deliciously.

Then he rolled us, me completely over, and him to his side, so that we were now back to belly, with him behind me.

The moment he had me into place, he lifted my leg and slid easily back inside of me.

I clenched around him, unsurprised to find him just as hard now as he had been a minute ago.

“We’re going to die of dehydration before the night is over,” I moaned lightly.

He leaned forward and nipped my ear, and the strangest sense of peace swept over me.

“I tried to do this once with another man.”

He stiffened, pushing himself even further inside of me despite his intentions.

“I couldn’t do it,” I whispered. “He was a good man. A good friend, but… there was something wrong with me. Something that you fixed.”

“What was his name?”

My smile was wide as I said, “Cord.”

“I hate that I can’t hate him.”

When he started to pull out of me and away, I grabbed his behind and held him to me.

“Stay.”

And he did.

But not still.

At least not for long.