She let my cock go the moment my pants were down, and it bobbed twice before settling, stiff and straight, directly in front of her hovering mouth.
Then she fucking kissed it.
“Goddammit,” I breathed, eyes clenching so tightly closed that it was on the verge of painful.
Just a soft brush of her lips against the very sensitive tip.
“Mmmm,” she breathed. “You taste good.”
I squeezed my hands into fists to stop myself from doing anything more than standing there.
I wanted to grab her head with both of my hands, bury my fingers in her hair, and fuck the absolute hell out of her mouth.
But instead of doing that, which would most assuredly ruin everything, I let her have her way with me.
Let her touch, lick, tickle and kiss.
And then she swirled her tongue around the entire tip of my shaft like a melted ice cream cone, and my balls drew up.
“Stop.”
She stopped instantly.
“What?”
Her voice was wobbly, as if she was about to cry.
“I want to fuck you, and I can’t do that if I come in your mouth or on your face,” I told her bluntly. “Stand up and turn back around.”
She did stand up, but she didn’t turn around.
“I want to be able to kiss you while you’re inside of me,” she told me. “Please.”
Like I could deny her a goddamn thing.
Nearly laughing at the absurdity of not doing anything that she asked of me, I gathered her up in my arms and pressed my mouth against hers. No tongue, just a hard kiss that told her everything I was feeling with a brush of skin.
“Audrey.”
I could tell her eyes were on me, but I couldn’t see them.
Still, I waited until she said, “Yes?”
I lifted her up into my arms, and then ripped the hole in her pants even bigger, exposing her sex to my aiming cock.
The moment that my cock was lined up with her entrance, I slowly lowered her down, filling her with everything I had to give.
She gasped, and I felt the soft thump of her head hitting the ship behind her.
“I love you.” The confession was wrenched out of me.
Her pussy clamped violently on my cock, and without even the least bit of movement on my part, she started to come.
The soft pulses of her pussy rippling around me were enough to send my barely restrained control straight out of the roof.
My desire to hold on was gone. I didn’t care if I looked stupid for coming in thirty seconds like a teenager who’d never had a pussy wrapped around his cock before.
All I cared about was filling her with my release.
A primal feeling of ‘mine’ roared through me as I spurted inside of her.
My abs tightened, and my eyes fell closed once again.
My hands on her ass squeezed, and I was sure it was a lot tighter than I’d intended.
But I couldn’t help it.
She stole every single ounce of my control and made me into the man who was standing in front of her.
Her breathing was ragged when I felt her face lean against mine.
The trail of hot tears running down her face was enough to alarm me, but only for a matter of seconds before she found her voice.
“I love you, too.”
Chapter 14
Coffee doesn’t ask silly questions. Coffee understands.
-Coffee Cup
Audrey
I never thought I’d be happy to see the end of the line when it came to this cruise.
I felt like I was a new woman. Like the old Audrey was long gone and the new Audrey was one who could conquer the world.
I had a pep in my step.
I even passed the creepy towel guy, who leered at me as I went by, and didn’t flinch.
I just hoped that this new and improved Audrey was enough to withstand the outside world.
Tobias and I walked into the dining room at the time that the paper outside of our door last night instructed, and we came to a stop right inside the door.
“Where to now?” he wondered aloud.
I looked around, and smiled when I saw the same couple from the elevator two nights before.
“Let’s go sit with them,” I pointed in their direction.
They had a large gap of tables surrounding them, and I wondered if that was by design, or because people were too scared to sit next to the man who was clearly giving off a ‘don’t sit near me’ vibe.
Tobias led the way, and stopped beside the chair to the large, grumpy man’s right. “Nico, isn’t it?” Tobias asked.
The man, Nico, nodded. “Yep. Have a seat. There’s plenty of room.”
Tobias held out my chair for me, and we sat down at the table that usually sat ten.
“We never saw y’all,” I leaned forward. “How’d the rest of your trip go?” I questioned the two of them.
Tobias wrapped his arm around my shoulders and tugged me lightly into him, brushing his soft lips against my forehead before letting me go slightly.
“We had to call the principal once a day since we last saw y’all,” Georgia grumbled. “And when we tried to come up to the top deck, ol’ pukey over here got nauseous by the time we made it to the movie screen.”
“There’s something about watching the TV or reading on this boat that just throws off my equilibrium,” Nico explained, giving his wife a tolerating look. “So when we weren’t doing shit, we were taking fucking naps. Laziest week of my fuckin’ life.”
Tobias started to chuckle.
“I probably gained ten pounds,” he said to nobody in particular. “Shittiest food I’ve ever had in my life, but it didn’t stop me from fucking eating it.”
I slapped his arm.
“Language,” I told him, looking at the old woman two tables away with an apologetic look.
He looked at me.
“You’re wearing a ‘Fuck Your Gun-Free Zone’ shirt, which might I add I still want back, and you’re telling me to hush?”
Georgia started to laugh.
“I had to have something long to pull off the leggings I bought from that Lularoe chick who was selling them at that vegetable carving contest.” I waggled my finger at him. “I didn’t have one, and this shirt was the only one that looked good with the bright pink hearts.”
He just shook his head and turned his attention back to Nico.
“What do you do at KPD?”
Tobias didn’t quite dismiss me, though. Instead, he wrapped his arm tighter around my shoulder and pulled me in until I was resting my head against his chest.
“I work as a patrol officer,” he answered.
“He’s also on the SWAT team,” Georgia added.
Nico rolled his eyes. “I’m also on the SWAT team.”
Tobias’ grin was devilish.
“I was on the SWAT team when I was younger,” he said. “I saw a bullet land in the wall behind my head, missing me by a mere half an inch, and decided that I liked my head where it was.”
Nico started to chuckle.
“Our town is small, and we don’t run too many SWAT calls. But I also know that it’s not for everyone,” he said. “What do you do now?”
“I’m a patrol officer for Alabama Highway Patrol,” he answered.
“Eww,” Nico said. “Bunch of drugs?”
Tobias shrugged. “A few.”
Something passed in between the two men, and I wondered what I was missing.