Chapter 39

Joey

“I can’t believe I still haven’t worn you out,” Anthony pants huskily in my ear as I scoot back further into his embrace.

“I’m cold,” I complain. The thick cock pressing against me is only an added bonus. “Hold me.”

“My pleasure.” The warmth of his breath moves the stray hairs that have fallen on my face, but less than a minute later his warmth is gone.

“Don’t leave me,” I pout.

He doesn’t say anything, but before long his body heat is once again against my back.

“How sore are you?” he asks with genuine concern.

“Depends on why you’re asking.”

He responds not with words but by lifting my leg and moving it over to the top of his own. I’m spread open, wanting, waiting, when slick fingers find the sensitive flesh of my ass. A feral groan escapes from deep in his throat.

“Too sore for this?” he asks as he pushes against my tender ass and begins to slip his fingers inside of me.

“Mmm,” I moan. “Who’s the one that’s not worn out?”

He doesn’t tease me for long. After our long night of lovemaking, it doesn’t take long before he’s easing his fingers out and pushing forward with his cock. He starts out slow, gentle, but just like last night, lust takes over and his rhythm increases.

He grunts several times, and I’m reveling in the roll of his body down my back from my shoulder blades to the swell of my ass with my eyes closed. What I wouldn’t give for a mirror over the bed so I can watch the sensual, serpent-like movements of his hips.

“Am I hurting you?” he asks right next to my ear as his hand flutters on my lower belly toward my rock hard cock.

“No, I just need…”

His fingers are circling my erection before I can even tell him how much I need it.

“I have so much I want to tell you. So many things I need you to know.”

The small tingles in my belly turn into full-on butterflies because I’m exactly the same way.

But, he doesn’t explain, and I don’t ask as both of our bodies give in to the pleasure we’re creating.

“Fuck,” he all but purrs in my ear as we both crest and fall over the edge at the same time. “That’s the perfect way to start the day.”

“The mess leaves a lot to be desired,” I say looking down at my cum splattered on the sheets.

His rough chuckle shakes my body, but it doesn’t stop my moan when he eases out of me.

“We’re going to have to take a break. I don’t know how much more of that I can handle.”

“I asked if you were sore.” The bed shifts and the cool air replaces his warm heat as he climbs off of the bed. “We could’ve sucked each other off instead.”

Turning over, lying flat on my back, I catch him walking out of the bathroom after disposing of the condom. His smile matches mine. I fucking love the sight of his naked body. The ripple in his abs covered with a dark dusting of hair is enough to make me forget just how sore I am.

“That just means that tonight you’ll be the one spreading wide for me.” I’m testing the waters. We haven’t had this discussion, but I pray he’s willing to switch. I’ve been dreaming about sinking inside of him since I saw him bending over the conference table back at work.

His hand grips his thickening erection and desire fills his eyes. Yep, he’s totally down with getting fucked. My cock stands up and takes notice.

“We don’t have to wait.” When he inches toward me, I relish the sight of him silhouetted by the bright blue sky outside of the balcony door.

“Fuck,” I hiss. “What time is it?”

He shrugs, our cocks clearly the only thing he wants to focus on right now.

“Does it matter? We can stay in here all day, and I’d be a very happy man.”

“We can’t.” I hate those two damn words. They make a shiver run up my spine remembering him telling me that exact same thing weeks ago.

“We can,” he insists. “It’s a sea day. We have nothing better to do. I’d rather spend the day coming than playing shuffleboard.”

“They will know something is up if we disappear. There’s no getting around it.”

I skitter around looking for my sweats and shirt as he stands near the end of the bed silently watching me.

“Even after last night, you want to keep hiding this?”

“One more day and one more night,” I remind him. “We need to wait to tell everyone, so when shit blows up, we have the ability to get away from them. The ship isn’t big enough for the drama our disclosure will bring.”

“And tonight?” My eyes meet his, and I want to kiss the ever-loving shit out of him because I don’t want to spend a second away from this man. The concern drawing his brow in says he doesn’t want to be apart from me either.

“Tonight,” I whisper prowling toward him. “I’m going to suck your cock while I toy with your ass. I’m going to tease you until you’re ready to fucking blow.”

He groans when my dick bumps his.

“Yeah?”

I nod. “Oh yeah. Then, I’m going to slide my thick cock inside of you, so fucking slow, you’ll be begging me to split you in two.”

Clearing his throat twice before he can formulate words, I spend the time stroking our hot dicks at the same time.

“We can do that now,” he finally manages.

“You’ll wait for it.” Releasing our dicks before I cave and give us both what we really want, I take a step back. Shrugging into my clothes, I do my best to seem aloof and unaffected, but my cock is throbbing, and my mouth is watering to take him to the back of my throat.

“I don’t want to wait.” I fully expect him to stomp his foot like a petulant child, but I look up to find him stroking his cock in earnest.

After slipping my feet into my flip-flops, I walk back to him. I peck his lips, chuckling when he tries to deepen the kiss. “I don’t want to wait either, but we have to. I have to get back to my room before Andi wakes up and finds me gone.”

“She knows about us,” he insists. “She covered for us the other night.”

“She’s also upset about my brother, and I don’t want to take the chance that her emotions get the better of her and she blurts out something about us.”

“Cooper was a real dick last night,” he mutters. “He’s the one that told her about the two chicks he left to go fuck without even thinking about the repercussions.”

“He has no filter when he’s been drinking.” I peck his lips again before backing toward the door.

“Don’t go.” The desperation in his voice matches the pounding of my heart. I don’t want to walk away, but I have no other choice.

“I’m all yours tonight,” I promise.

“Possibly sooner,” he says, finally ungluing his feet from the floor and walking toward me.

“What do you mean?” I ask, angling my head so his mouth can trail down my neck.

Jesus, this man is going to be the death of me.

“I just wouldn’t take my shirt off in front of anyone today.”

I’m laughing at his hearty chuckle all the way out the door. When I hear him groan as the door closes, I know there’s nothing in the world that can wipe the grin off my face.

Giving a weak smile to the guy walking toward me down the long corridor, I realize just how bad the walk of shame sucks when there’s a hallway and elevator ride involved. He gives me a knowing grin when he gets closer.

“Good mornin’,” he says almost laughingly.

“The best,” I reply as I slide past him.

He chuckles, but thankfully leaves me to my own devices and keeps on walking. You honestly never know who you’re going to encounter down these long lonely hallways.

I pass by three more people before I make it to my room. The sun is barely rising. This is supposed to be a damn vacation. Why are all of these people up?

I give a quick glance to Andi’s room, but I opt to leave her alone. She’d shank me if I woke her up this early.

Once closed safely in my cabin, I strip, preparing for a shower, even though the last thing I want to do is wash Anthony’s scent from my skin. Rolling around in my bed like a dog scratching his back in the dirt seems like a better option, but I know I have a long day of watching Andi pretend she wasn’t once again shattered by my brother last night.

“That fucker,” I wheeze when I get a look at myself in the small mirror.

My chest, neck, and even as low as my bellybutton are covered in fucking hickeys. With a gentle hand, I run my fingers over the ones near my collarbone, and I know if I concentrate hard enough, I can feel his hot mouth on me. I can feel his breath on my skin and the scratch of his short beard on my flesh. And, now I’m getting hard again and considering going back to his room and locking ourselves inside just like he suggested not fifteen minutes ago.