Below Deck

by Tara Sivec

  She so beautiful it takes my breath away. It makes me want to throw caution to the wind and just blurt out how I want to see her again after we get back to St. Thomas. Tell her I know it will be difficult since she’s in New York and I’m all over the damn place, but maybe we can make it work.

  Pulling my arms down into the water without taking my eyes off of her, I run my palms up the outside of her thighs, grabbing her ass with both hands and pulling her down, nestling her right on top of my erection to stop myself from saying something that would ruin the moment. She’s quiet for a few minutes as she looks down at me and my heart starts beating faster as I find myself hoping she says it first. Ease my anxiety and let me know she’s thinking the same thing I am right now. I want you more than I’ve ever wanted anything, this is more than just sex and I don’t want it to end.

  “The captain gave the rest of the crew the night off, so they all left the ship to go bar hopping about an hour ago, and he turned in for the night,” I tell her, groaning and clutching her ass tighter when she starts rocking her hips, sliding her core back and forth over my cock that’s swelling inside my trunks.

  “Imagine that. We seem to be all alone. Can you think of anything we could do to pass the time?” she asks, resting her hands on the ledge behind my head, the movement placing her breasts right in front of my face.

  Taking a hand off her ass, I bring it up and pull the triangle of material down, uncovering one breast, leaning my head forward and taking her wet, hardened nipple in my mouth. Her hips rock faster over my cock as I swirl my tongue around her. My heart is at war with my head, telling me to take this slow, make it soft and sweet and fucking mean something other than a quick lay in a Jacuzzi, and make her say the words I want to hear.

  “I’ve always wanted to have sex in a hot tub. I’ve been thinking about this all day today, and here you are, ready to make my fantasies come true,” Mackenzie moans when I rub my thumb back and forth over her nipple.

  Our day away from the ship and the things we shared with each other don’t seem to have her questioning what’s happening between us one bit, and I can feel my anger start to rise as she closes her eyes and tips her head back above me. She’s still perfectly fine with the fact that sex is all we have, and I try to push the anger back down and feel relieved. I don’t need the hassle, and I damn sure don’t need to be sitting here, wanting something more from a woman who doesn’t feel the same.

  Her words are just the thing I needed to tell my heart to shut the fuck up. This doesn’t mean anything and it’s just about sex. I spent the day stupidly thinking about her becoming part of my future, and she spent the day thinking about being fucked in a hot tub. If that’s what she wants from me, that’s what I’ll give her.

  Pushing off the bottom of the tub with my feet, I lift us up and out of the water, turning her body away from mine as I go.

  “What are you doing?” Mackenzie asks in confusion as I pull her back down in the water in front of me, setting her feet down on the bottom of the Jacuzzi.

  With my hands on her hips, I push my chest against her back, walking us over to the opposite side of the Jacuzzi. Reaching around her body, I grab her hands and set them down on the ledge, telling her not to move as I quickly plunge my hands under the water. I make quick work of her bikini bottoms, yanking the strings on either side of her hips until the red material floats away from her and down to the floor of the Jacuzzi, and I shove my swim trunks down just enough to pull my cock out.

  Stroking myself under the water behind her with one hand, I grab her hip with the other and roughly pull her ass back to me, nudging her foot with mine to get her to spread her legs. When her ass is peeking out of the top of the water and her legs are open for me, I bend my knees and line the tip of my cock up with her opening.

  “I’m giving you what you want,” I finally reply to Mackenzie’s question once I have her where I want her, pushing just the tip of my cock inside her. “I’m fucking you in a hot tub.”

  I punctuate my words by burying myself inside her from behind in one hard thrust, my fingers digging into her hips to hold her in place. Even through the water, I can feel her wetness coating my cock, the heat from her pussy rivaling that of the ninety-degree tub we’re standing in. Her body telling me this is what she wants, what she only wants from me.

  Mackenzie lets out a loud gasp when I fill her, and her head tips forward between her shoulders, her arms still outstretched and her hands still holding onto the ledge in front of her. Without giving her a chance to catch her breath, I pull my hips back and I slam into her again and again, fucking her so hard and fast that the water starts churning and splashing up around us. Without breaking rhythm, I lean around her body and smack my palm against the button that will start up the jets. They sputter and roar to life with a loud hum as I continue punishing her with my cock. Even though I’m pissed at myself for forgetting what this is between us, I can’t deny how fucking good it feels to be inside of Mackenzie. How tightly her pussy grips my cock each time I pull out of her, and how her soft whimpers and moans of pleasure tell me she loves what I’m doing to her.

  “Je mens. Je suis fou de toi. J’ai besoin de toi,” she whispers in rapid French.

  I hate the way those words, even though I have no fucking clue what they mean, turn me on even more and make me want to stay buried inside her forever.

  I’m pissed and I’m taking my emotions out with angry sex, but I’m still not a complete asshole. I still need her to feel good, and I still want her to enjoy every minute of this if it’s all I have to give her. Slowing down my thrusts until I’m just barely sliding my cock in and out of her, I wrap one arm around her waist and hold her tightly to my chest. I lift her body with me as I move until I’m standing up and no longer have to bend my knees to be inside her, never breaking our connection between her thighs.

  “Rest your knees on the ledge,” I tell her as I slide my hand up her spine and push her body forward until she’s leaning over the edge of the tub.

  Her knees float up to the small armrest above the seat under the water and she looks back at me over her shoulder as I start pumping in and out of her again.

  “Why’d you move—Oh, holy shit…” she mumbles, turning her face away from me to tip her head back, cutting off her own question when I grab onto both her hips and inch her slightly to the left.

  I can’t help but smirk as she smacks one hand down on the edge of the tub and starts mumbling incoherently, pushing aside the last of my negative thoughts as I give her what she wants.

  CHAPTER 20

  Mackenzie

  I don’t want this to end. I want you more than I’ve ever wanted anyone in my life, but I need more. I need all of you.

  The words were on the tip of my tongue when I sank down into the Jacuzzi next to Declan, but I couldn’t bring myself to say them. All I could think about was what he said to me at Rhythms earlier and how he’d laugh at me if I told him that after a week, I knew I was falling for him and didn’t care how much it hurt when I finally crashed.

  I made myself forget about how good it felt to talk to him and share things about my life with him. I made myself forget how much I enjoyed spending time with him and learning things about his life. I made myself stop wanting more, knowing I could never have it. I forced myself to remember this is just about sex, and I crawled onto his lap and put those thoughts into motion.

  Declan seemed more than eager to put us back on the same page, but something felt different about him when he suddenly got up from the seat of the Jacuzzi.

  I watched his features turn hard and a muscle tick in his jaw before he swung me around and away from him and pushed me up against the other side of the tub.

  I wanted to ask him what was wrong, I wanted to tell him to slow down and that we didn’t always have to fuck like our life depended on it, but I couldn’t remember how to speak when he ripped my bikini bottoms off and slammed himself inside me. As much as I wanted this to be more than just about sex,
as much as I wanted him to want more, there was no denying that we were good at this together. There was no denying how much I wanted him or how much it turned me on when he took charge and got demanding. I somehow managed to find my voice and I told him I was lying, that I was falling for him and I needed him. But I took the coward’s way out and said it to him in French.

  I stopped thinking I was a coward and didn’t have to make myself forget about anything when he told me to put my knees up on the armrest and then shifted me to the side. As soon as I figured out why Declan moved me a few inches to our left, I forgot my own name and my hand smacked down on the ledge.

  The rush of water from the jet in the wall of the Jacuzzi between my thighs, where Declan so expertly placed me, surges against my clit as he starts moving behind me again, sliding his cock slowly in and out of me.

  His fingers dig into my hips as he yanks me back against him, my ass slamming into his groin each time he pulls me back onto his thick, hard cock. My entire body ignites, my skin getting hotter from what he’s doing to me than from the water in the Jacuzzi. My arms shake with how hard I’m holding onto the ledge around the hot tub, using it to keep myself upright while I jerk my hips back to meet him.

  Each time he fucks into me, it moves the lower half of my body closer to the spray of the jet. Back and forth, back and forth, the rush of the water teases my clit, hitting it hard and then fading away until he thrusts into me again. Even through the hot water of the tub, I can feel myself getting wetter, his cock almost slipping out of me each time he pulls his hips back before slamming into me.

  “Does it feel good getting fucked in a hot tub?” Declan asks from behind me, the water splashing all around us as he picks up his pace and my hands start slipping on the ledge.

  He sounds angry and, again, I want to ask him what’s wrong, but I can’t do anything aside from moan loudly when he suddenly stops thrusting, his cock buried as deep as it can be inside me, his firm grasp on my hips holding my body in place.

  The spray from the jet no longer has a chance to fade since he stopped moving, and the full force of it stays on my clit, making me a mindless ball of need as I whimper and moan and chant Declan’s name.

  I arch my back, taking him even deeper as I swivel my hips around his cock that fills me so fully, closing my eyes and reveling in the sounds of Declan groaning in pleasure at what I’m doing.

  His hands finally let go of the punishing hold they have on my hips to slide around to the front of my body, making him lean forward and press his chest against my back. He starts rocking in and out of me again, slowly pulling his cock almost all the way out before easing it back in each time, as his palms rest on my stomach for a few seconds before moving down beneath the water.

  He fucks me gently, and with his arms wrapped around my body and his hands gliding over my sex, he uses the tips of his fingers to spread the lips of my pussy until there’s no barrier between me and the spray of the jet. I try to wriggle away, it’s too much, hitting just the right spot in just the right way that I won’t be able to stop myself from screaming so loudly everyone on the island will hear me, but Declan tightens his arms around my body and won’t let me move.

  “Go ahead and scream my name,” Declan whispers against the side of my neck, reading my mind. “Let go and let me feel that sweet pussy come on my cock.”

  He holds me open even wider with his fingers, and lazily pumps in and out of me until I feel myself clench around him and my orgasm hits me fast and hard. It washes over me; making me pulse and throb and, yes, scream his name up into the sky.

  “Goddammit, you feel so good when you come,” he mutters, his hips starting to thrust faster and harder.

  His arms stay locked around me and his fingers stay down between my legs as he moves, and before I know it, the spray from the jets and the feel of Declan driving into me harder, racing towards his own release, makes a second orgasm come rushing up to meet me, making my toes curl and my throat grow hoarse as I continue shouting and moaning through the pleasure.

  “Fuck…oh, fuck…Mackenzie,” Declan chants, whispering my name when he follows right behind me, slamming into me one last time and holding still as he comes inside me.

  His hips jerk slightly with the aftershocks of his orgasm as his body follows mine down, me sprawling over the ledge around the tub and him sprawling over top of me. I can feel his cock pulse and twitch inside me and he groans loudly into my ear when I clench my muscles around him, milking him and prolonging his pleasure.

  I can feel the rapid beat of his heart against my back. His body shakes with a chuckle when I smack my hand against the button for the jets to turn them off.

  I’m content and I’m sated. It feels like nothing could ruin this moment as we stay locked together in a tangle of legs and arms over the edge of the Jacuzzi, trying to catch our breaths.

  We’re good together, dammit. Sure, I’m telling myself this after the man just gave me multiple orgasms, but I can’t ignore everything else. I can’t pretend like this is just about sex when all I want to do is turn around in his arms, snuggle up against him, and do whatever I can to make him smile and laugh again because I can’t get enough of it.

  I don’t care if he laughs at me and I don’t care if he thinks I’m crazy. I know I’m screwing up one part of my life by keeping my mouth shut with my father, I’m not about to mess up everything else by keeping it shut with Declan. I don’t want to pretend anymore. I don’t want to try and be someone I’m not—a woman who can have sex with someone and not develop feelings for him.

  “I had to turn those things off before they killed me,” I sigh, turning my head to rest my cheek on my arm on the side of the Jacuzzi.

  I can’t wipe the smile off my face or the nervous flap of butterflies in my stomach when I feel Declan chuckle softly behind me, and he brushes my hair off my shoulder to press his lips there.

  The rumble of Declan’s laughter suddenly stops, and he pulls himself out of me and scrambles away so quickly that the noisy splash of the water makes me jerk my body up and turn to face him.

  “Shit! Shit, fuck, Goddammit,” he curses, running one hand through his hair in irritation before he yanks up his swim trunks and fumbles with the tie on the waistband.

  “What’s wrong?” I ask, using my toes to scoop up my discarded bikini bottoms from the floor of the tub and kick them up to my hands.

  “I didn’t use a fucking condom, that’s what’s wrong!” he shouts, finally looking up at me with anger raging through his eyes before he smacks one hand down on the surface of the water and shouts another curse.

  I want to tell him it’s fine and that I’m on the pill, or make some kind of joke about how I don’t have any kind of incurable diseases and hope he doesn’t either, just to get him to laugh again and make everything go back to the peaceful, happiness of just a few seconds ago, but the next words out of his mouth make me clamp mine shut as tightly as possible.

  “That’s just what I need. For a fucking vacation fling to screw up my life.”

  With that, he turns away from me, stomps across the Jacuzzi to the other side, and pulls himself out, yanking a towel off of the table next to the tub and taking it with him as he walks away from me.

  CHAPTER 21

  Declan

  “I thought you were finished being an asshole?” Ben asks as we stand side-by-side on the deck, using squeegees to clean all of the windows.

  He knew something was wrong when he found me slamming things around the supply closet this morning and wouldn’t let it go until I told him what happened last night in the Jacuzzi.

  “I was. I AM,” I insist, wiping the excess cleaning solution off of the rubber tip before bringing it up above me and pressing it against the window, dragging it down slowly. “I freaked out and I said something stupid, that’s it. I’ll apologize and it will be fine.”

  I don’t believe the words even as I say them to Ben. Yes, for about one second I had a minor meltdown that I forgot to use a condom,
but it disappeared in an instant and I started to get happy about the idea of what could happen. That’s what pissed me off and made me say something stupid. My forgetfulness and just how right it felt to be inside Mackenzie without there being any barrier between us reminded me she didn’t want something more. Anything that happened because of it would be a mistake and it would make her feel trapped. Like she had to stay in touch with me after this vacation of hers is over.

  “I get it. Nobody needs to be knocking anybody up they just met. And kids are awful. Nobody wants them, even if they say they do. But something tells me an apology isn’t going to cut it this time, and there’s more shit you aren’t telling me,” Ben says, tossing his squeegee into the bucket down by our feet and leaning his shoulder against the window.

  I clench my teeth and refuse to look at him, cleaning the window faster so I can get away from Ben’s prying eyes.

  “Holy shit. You’re in love with her,” Ben whispers.

  The squeegee falls from my hand and clatters to the deck.

  “I’m not in love with her. I just met her,” I argue, squatting down to grab the tool.

  He yanks it out of my hand when I stand back up and tosses it into the bucket with his.

  “Fine. Maybe you’re not fully in love with her, but you’re getting there. So what the fuck is the problem? Maybe you knocked her up, maybe you didn’t. Who cares? You two can ride off into the sunset and live happily ever after,” he says with a laugh.

  “The problem is that she doesn’t feel the same!” I shout, regretting the words as soon as they leave my mouth when I see his smile and laughter turn into a look of pity.

  “Um, have you asked her if she feels the same? Because, you know, you’re not exactly very forthcoming with your feelings, and maybe she’s the same way. Maybe—”