“That would be an enormous waste of the tax payers’ dollars,” I told her. “Not to mention that since we’re in international waters, they wouldn’t send the Coast Guard.”
“Who would they send?”
“I don’t…care.”
Then I pulled her shirt down.
Though I did know who they’d send if the need were to arise, it was a complicated process, and I couldn’t think clearly enough to form the words to explain it to her with all the blood rushing to my cock.
I’d been a Navy SEAL, but the feel of Audrey’s breasts pillowed against my chest, and her hot breath tickling along the sensitive skin of my neck, sent me straight into overdrive. I couldn’t speak, couldn’t keep a thought in my head. I could only feel and do…and right then, my body was screaming that I do her.
So when she yielded to my prodding, I knew that I was lost.
“I’ve never, not once, been so glad to have worn shitty sleep pants,” she whispered.
“Why?” I questioned.
“Because,” she said. “They have a small hole in the butt.”
I blinked. “Okay…”
My brain wasn’t firing on enough cylinders for me to process what she was saying.
“So,” she turned around. “Rip my freakin’ pants.”
I slowly blinked, and then stared.
I didn’t see a hole. Granted, it was dark, but I’d watched her ass earlier on the way out of the room, thinking quite a bit about the indecency of her pants, and not once had I seen a hole of any kind.
“Audrey…” I hesitated.
She reached around her and took my hand, guiding it to the rolled over waistband of her pants.
There, I found the hole she was talking about.
“Audrey…” I said. “You already said that you didn’t have any more sleep pants that were warm to change into.”
As I spoke, I caressed the hole, letting my finger trail along the bare skin just above her ass.
The hole was about the size of my fingertip, and was able to be easily hidden from view when she rolled her waistband down.
But with it up like this, I knew that I’d see the sexy, white lace panties that Audrey had slipped on after dinner.
But since I couldn’t see, I could only feel.
“You want me to rip this hole bigger?” I confirmed, wiggling one finger deeper into the hole.
She shifted. “I said I did, didn’t I?”
That was answer enough.
With laughable ease, I hooked my finger deep into the hole and pulled down.
The fabric tore like a piece of paper, straight down the seam of her pants to the apex of her thighs.
She gasped and wiggled. “Not my underwear.”
Too late.
Those went too as I hooked a finger into the stretchy elastic and tugged.
It tore just as easily, if not more easily, than the pants.
She gasped, and before she could utter a word of reproof, I trailed the wide pad of my thumb down the length of her ass cheeks.
She tilted her hips, and offered herself up to me, urging me further inside without saying a word.
“Gotta be quiet, honey,” I growled when I started to push my fingers forward. “Or someone might hear you.”
That was a lie. There was nobody around, and even if there were, the sound of the wind whipping across the deck was enough to drown out or distort any sound that someone close by could hear.
Her hands moved to my sides, clutching onto my shirt, and I growled. “No touching, or I’ll lose what little control I have left.”
She immediately brought her hands up, placing them on the sides of the cabinets holding the life jackets that we were sandwiched between, and leaned her head forward.
“Good girl,” I cooed, brushing my lips down the length of her t-shirt covered shoulder.
She moaned again, and I didn’t bother to correct her this time.
Not when I was finally sinking my finger deep into her sex and feeling like I could explode just from this one act that didn’t even involve my cock.
I moved my finger inside of her, planting it all the way up to the webbing of my hand, and my knuckles bumped the ridged entrance of her rectum.
She didn’t flinch like I expected her to and my body stilled.
Ass play was always something I’d been interested in, but I’d never found the right woman to do it with. And though it wasn’t something I thought she was ready for just yet, I knew that maybe someday she might be if she was comfortable with how I was touching her and not telling me ‘no’ immediately.
After everything she’d gone through…it was humbling that she allowed me so close.
Filing those thoughts for later use, I started to slowly pump my finger inside of her, loving the way I slid so easily inside of her, due to her wetness.
“You feel so good,” I told her, whispering it against her ear. “So soft and tight. So fucking sweet.”
She moaned and tilted her head, giving me the use of her mouth while I pumped my finger inside of her.
She started to quiver in my arms, and I broke away from her luscious mouth with a smile.
“You want to come on my finger?” I asked her.
“Yessss,” she hissed, drawing the ‘s’ out slightly.
I started to wiggle my finger so that it brushed against her G-spot with my movements, and she widened her stance, giving me more access.
Her hips were jerking, and I knew that within the next couple of seconds, she was going to come.
Which was why I pulled away from her.
“Will you suck my cock, honey?” I breathed, pressing a soft kiss on the shell of her ear.
I didn’t want to push her. If she couldn’t handle it, I didn’t want her to do it.
She’d never once done it, and after hearing about how the man that’d raped her had almost forced her to do the act, I’d been hesitant to ask.
But she’d garnered a promise from me and I was going to hold her to it…and myself…even if it hurt to see the fear that locked her body tight.
“Yes,” she cleared her throat. “Yes.” Much firmer that time.
My arms were now caging her in, and she turned, pressing her back to the smooth metal wall behind her.
“I’ve never…done this,” she admitted.
Goddamn.
This was her first time, and now I was going to have to make it good for her or she’d never do it again.
My hands went from the wall to the sides of the metal cabinets that were flanking us on each side, and I pushed as she timidly traced a finger down the length of my cock through my pajama pants.
She started to whisper something else, but before I could ask her to repeat herself, she hooked her fingers into the waistband of my pants and tugged them down. Or tried to, anyway.
She didn’t get anywhere.
“The tie, honey,” I croaked to her. “I knot them on tight so they won’t fall down.”
I’d been pantsed one too many times by my brothers to ever make that mistake again.
Fool me once, shame on you. Fool me twice, shame on me.
One hand moved, and she pulled lightly on the tied string. It gave way easily with her gentle tug.
Then I felt wind on my bare ass as she pulled them down.
My cock hung on the fabric, so stiff and hard that it didn’t want to bend.
She hesitated, and then reached forward and pushed it down while she tugged my pants down just past my cock to the top of my thighs.