“Oh, shit,” she hissed. “We’re going to have to leave. I can feel it all over my thighs.”
I gave her an evil smirk as I pulled her back into my arms.
“Uh-uh,” I told her. “We have to finish this movie. It’s everything I’ve ever wanted to watch.”
She squirmed as she tried to find a comfortable position, and I moved her until she was between my legs once again.
“My boobs are still hanging out,” she hissed when she tried to squirm out of my grip.
I looked down at her glaring up at me, and then checked out her chest.
The blanket covered everything really well.
“Leave them out,” I snaked my hand underneath the blanket to her exposed breasts. God, they were so soft and big. They overfilled my hand to perfection.
Her nipples were peaked, and I trailed my finger over the very tip of the one I still had in my hand.
She stiffened, her eyes going wild, as she tried really hard to pay attention to the movie.
But when my other hand moved down the length of her belly and rubbed along the seam of her shorts, she groaned.
“You’re evil,” she moaned, covering her face with her hands.
“I’m evil?” I laughed. “You had a fuckin’ reason for getting that ice cream, woman.”
She started to laugh, too.
Her breasts jiggled against my arm, and my semi-erect cock filled with blood once again.
God, if I was fucking her from behind, the beauties would be swinging with each thrust of my hips.
I growled and pulled away, stopping only long enough to lift the top of her swimsuit back up over her breasts before I pushed her up to her feet.
She went willingly, shifting awkwardly from one foot to another as she surreptitiously looked down at her thighs.
Since the shadows were so deep where we were sitting, I couldn’t see anything, but I could feel.
And as I trailed my fingers along the inside of her thigh and felt the wetness, I nearly bent her over the railing to have another go.
Nearly.
But what I wanted with her was going to be a lot more private and would have a lot more screaming and moaning involved.
“Come on,” I said, grabbing the blankets. “Let’s go.”
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.