She isn’t the smartest prey I’ve had. Either that or she wants to be caught. That thought excites me far more than it should. But I can hear her hard and fast breathing along with her thudding footsteps as she runs down the deck. I actually know where the pool is; the boys and I were there earlier today. So even though I wasn’t sure how she got us down here earlier, I know where to go now.
Especially with her loud as fuck noises leading the way.
“Little Doe,” I call, seeing her hair whip out around her as she turns down a corner. “I see you!” I sing.
I follow her down the hall, peeking around the corner where I saw her disappear and see her smiling around the next turn before she takes off. My girl does want to be caught—how sweet.
If my memory serves me right, she’s going the wrong way. When I follow her and see her climbing the stairs instead of making her way toward the front of the yacht, I realize she’s trying to run back to the party.
I grin and stop playing. I take off, moving up the steps two at a time. She squeals and picks up her pace, rounding another corner before going up the last flight of steps to where the dance floor and bar is. But I’m close now, so close I can smell her scent coming off her in waves as she sprints.
Just as she makes it to the top and the bartenders come into sight, I grab her arm. She squeals again, causing a few people to look our way, but I ignore them. I pull her to me and grab her waist, easily tossing her over my shoulder. I turn us around because no one gets to see her ass except for me and carry her down the stairs.
“Wesley!” she says, trying to sound stern, but it just comes out in a fit of laughter. “Put me down!”
“Why would I do that?” I ask her. “I have you in the perfect position.” I give her a hard swat on her ass. She yelps and starts to hit my ass with her ineffectual fists. I run my hand up her smooth inner thigh as I descend the next set of stairs. Her breath hitches when I reach her ass, soothing and kneading the mark I just left.
“Where did you think you were going to escape to, Zo-Zo?” I ask her as we enter the alcove where the pool is. Everyone is still busy upstairs, so we have the entire place to ourselves. Half of it is covered by the deck above, and the rest is open to the night sky. The only light down here comes from the lights inside the pool and the soft glow from the lights above us. “Nowhere to go when you’re stuck in the ocean.”
“I panicked,” she says, a little breathless as my hand begins to pull her panties down.
I pull them down her legs and discard them to the side. I slide her down back to her feet and lift her dress up and off before she has the chance to protest. She isn’t wearing a bra, and my eyes go straight to her perfect tits. They’re easily a handful, and they’re begging to have my mouth on them. I lick my lips, and my eyes move down over the soft curve of her hips and belly before taking in her thick thighs and the spot between them.
“Well, this seems unfair,” she says, crossing her arms in front of her and moving a bit awkwardly on her feet. “You’re staring.”
“You’re fucking beautiful, Zo?,” I tell her, a bit in awe of just how gorgeous she is. I take a step forward and reach for her, but she takes a step back.
“Your turn,” she says, gesturing toward my clothes.
I grin at her and begin to unbutton my shirt. Her eyes follow the movement and then dance across my chest and down my stomach as I pull it off and drop it to the ground next to her dress. She steps forward as I unbutton my pants. Her hands replace mine, and my abs jump at the contact. She smiles up at me, our height difference a little more pronounced now without her heels.
“All these tattoos,” she murmurs, running a hand through the hair on my chest, the piercing in each nipple, and down the tattoos that cover my torso. When she reaches my waistband, her other hand unzips me. “I always had a crush on you,” she admits, pushing my pants and boxers down in one swift shove. “But Jesus Christ, Wes. Look at you.”
My cock springs free, and her eyes go wide.
“You’re pierced?” she asks as I kick off my shoes and step out of the rest of my clothing. Her delicate fingers go to the piercings on the underside of my dick. Her hands feel fucking amazing as they run from the base to the tip. I watch her tongue wet her lower lip as she stares.
“Now who’s staring?” I ask her playfully, taking her hand from my cock and pulling her flush against my body. Precum beads on the head and onto her soft flesh as I gently work the hair tie from the bun on top of her head. “I love your hair,” I tell her as I work it free and it all falls around her face and shoulders.
She stands on her tiptoes, and I reach down to grab her ass, lifting her up to wrap her legs around my waist. Her fingers run through my beard as she claims my mouth in a violent kiss. I can feel her heat against my dick, and it’s all I can manage to just not explode right here and now.
I walk around the pool and slowly make my way down the steps, submerging us in the warm water. She sighs as the water laps at her waist. Her fingers find my own hair tie, and she pulls it free, throwing it somewhere on the side. She’s immediately deepening the kiss, pulling my hair and grinding herself on me.
“You owe me a secret,” I tell her in between our war of tongues and teeth.