Heartbreaker

by Monica Robinson

  Ha! A nun is more of a sex kitten than I am. Well, not for long, and she couldn’t think of anyone better to free her than the sinfully delicious man kneeling beside her.

  “That’s a very good question,” she breathed and stiffened when he slipped his hand beneath the scrap of cloth scarcely covering her nether region.

  Her eyes followed each of his movements, the sound of her pounding blood a deafening roar in her ears. Through sheer determination, she managed to appear calm when his fingers splayed across her damp flesh and dipped lower to caress her slick opening. Heat rushed to where he was touching her and her lips parted in a silent moan.

  “Ain’t it?” He murmured his approval upon feeling her wetness. “I think I have my answer, though.”

  “Oh?”

  The word was more of a moan than a question as he spread her swollen pussy lips with two fingers. A surge of electricity coursed through her, jolting her nerve endings and short-circuiting her brain the instant he slid a finger within her depths.

  Yes. Yes. YES! Her pussy clenched around his fingers in a desperate attempt to hold him in place while she gripped the edges of the chair. It had been so long since she’d felt a man’s touch—and let’s face it, Nick hadn’t exactly dinged her chimes—she was certain only a few strokes would be enough to send her careening over the edge of ecstasy.

  “Mmm hmm.” With his free hand, Scott reached behind her neck and released the tie holding up her top. “If I were a betting man, I would wager at least twice maybe even three times. Do you want to try for three?”

  Three orgasms? Holy smokes! The most she’d ever had at a time was one and that had been with the aid of ol’ Leroy. Was it even possible for a man to do that for her?

  “Three sounds…good,” she panted. The ties fell to her waist, allowing her breasts to spill free. “Someone could see us.”

  The cool sea breeze blowing across her fevered flesh made her nipples stiff and erect, but before gooseflesh could form, Scott’s lips wrapped around one of the peaks and he sucked hard.

  With her eyes squeezed shut, stars exploded behind the closed lids. Her body hummed, her very essence begging him to release the heavenly pressure building within as he withdrew his finger and plunged inside again. When he rubbed the pad of his thumb against her clit, she sucked in a sharp breath and forced herself to open her eyes. Just the sight of him lavishing such exquisite attention on her sex-starved body was enough to make her want to come. Jesus, what had she been missing all of this time? More importantly, was she even capable of giving him the same sense of pleasure he was giving her?

  Eyelids drooping again, she arched her back, offering herself to him in the most unabashed way. “Oh yes,” she purred, rocking her hips to meet his downward strokes.

  Pleasure mounted, swirling and growing in momentum before sucking her beneath the surface in a riptide of sensation. It was all too much. Scott’s strumming fingers, his guttural moans accompanied by the feel of his teeth raking against her nipples and finally the blinding knowledge she had reached her limit.

  She tumbled over the edge, giving in to her orgasm. Her vaginal muscles contracted and released around his fingers with an intensity she hadn’t experienced in, well, maybe she’d never come this hard before. Once the last of her spasms passed, she sagged against the chair, her chest heaving and her breath coming out in ragged gasps. Dear lord, the man was gifted. If he could make her see stars by fingering her, she couldn’t wait to see what happened when he actually fucked her.

  Scott slid his finger out from beneath her bathing suit and lifted his head. When Charity glanced down, there was a self-satisfied expression glinting in his eyes and, though she wanted to be irritated by his smug demeanor, her shaking thighs and racing pulse were bowing to his expertise. Damn if he wasn’t every bit the sex god the rumors said.

  He smoothed his palm over her belly before catching her gaze. “Ready for number two?” A chuckle rippled through him when her eyes widened. “I promised you three, and I’m a man of my word.”

  “I don’t know if I can. That was…” She shook her head, unsure how to describe what had just transpired. “Wow.”

  Scott took her hand and brought it to his lips, kissing each of her fingertips before draping her wrist around his neck.

  “This is the first time a man has made you come.”

  Bingo. It was a sad truth and one she wasn’t prepared to share with him. How would that sound? Yeah, I’m almost twenty-eight years old and you’re the first man to give me the big O. Kudos to you, big boy. Ugh. Thanks, but no thanks.

  She drew back and lifted an eyebrow. “You’re awfully sure of yourself, aren’t you?” When all he did was grin, she huffed and grasped at the ties dangling at her waist. “Yeah, that’s what I thought. No conceit in your family—”

  “I’ve got it all,” he finished for her and gently took the ties from her fingers. “Hey now. I wasn’t done yet.”

  Conceited or not, Scott certainly knew what to say to turn a woman into a pool of jelly. Raspberry. No seeds. This thought intensified when he ran his fingertips over the curve of her breasts, his feather-like movements causing her skin to prickle and the tingle between her thighs to return with fervor.

  Okay, maybe it was possible for her to have two mind-blowing experiences in a row, but this time she was going to make sure she wasn’t the only one whose toes curled and knees turned to jelly. If she had any say in it, he would be the one bowing to her expertise.

  “Not so fast.” She sat up and reached for the buttons of his shirt. “This is my fantasy we’re living out, right?”

  He closed his eyes and nodded. He sucked in a breath through clenched teeth when she spread open the shirt and gently raked her nails down his soft tanned skin.

  “Right.”

  “Well,” she purred, “in my fantasy, I know exactly what your skin feels and tastes like.”

  Chapter Seven

  Grasping the strings of her bikini bottom, Charity slid off the lounge chair. Her breasts were still exposed for anyone to see, but at least her other goodies were covered—for now. The wanton thought startled her. Was she seriously contemplating shedding all her clothes in public?

  The old Charity would have balked at the idea, but now it didn’t seem like such a bad idea. In fact, a certain thrill came with knowing someone might be watching her pleasure Scott. Sure, this act would lend credit to Tom’s belief that the Hedonna was a floating orgy, but her editor didn’t need to know this part.

  “Sit.” Once Scott stretched out on the lounger, she knelt beside the chair, grimacing at how hard the warm deck was beneath her knees. “Hmm. Where to begin?”

  “I have a few ideas. If you come here, I’ll be glad to share them with you.”

  I bet you would. Though the dull ache in her sex begged her to do as instructed, she refrained. The fact that she’d even been able to have an orgasm was amazing in itself. She didn’t want to press her luck and end up disappointed. Instead, she shook her head and reached for the fallen bottle of sunscreen.

  “Uh-uh. Not yet. In my fantasy, I draw out the experience, bringing us both to the brink without actually penetrating.” She squeezed a small dollop of lotion into her hands and rubbed them together with a wicked smile. “Anticipation is half the fun.”

  Scott huffed, but shrugged out of his shirt regardless. “There’s something to be said for instant gratification as well.”

  “All in good time.”

  She leaned forward and began rubbing the lotion into his shoulders, his skin smooth beneath her fingers. She delighted in the feel of him, savoring each of the corded muscles and trying to ignore the tingles engulfing her when her bare nipples scraped against his chest. He leaned his head back against the chair, a low groan escaping his lips when she dug her fingers into a particularly stubborn knot.

  “A guy could get used to this, you know.” He opened an eye when she stopped to pour more lotion onto her hand. “Have I mentioned that your ex is crazy?”


  She ran her palms over his chest, letting the dark hairs slip through her fingers, while placing a soft kiss to his stomach. His abdominal muscles tightened and she smiled. Working her hands lower, she massaged where she’d kissed him.

  “He was definitely crazy,” Scott murmured when she didn’t reply. “No sane man could experience this and then call a radio station to complain.”

  “Yup.” With a quick glance around to see if anyone was looking, she unfastened the button of his shorts. “He sure did.”

  “I’m a lucky man.” He hissed in a breath when she lowered the zipper and pushed his shorts and boxers past his hips. “What are you doing to me?”

  His tortured question propelled her to take things further. She worked her hand beneath the material and grasped his erection. A strangled breath lodged in her throat at the feel of his thick cock. In her fantasies, Scott had been a well-equipped man and it appeared this was yet another fantasy coming true. Freeing his erection from his boxers, she stroked the length of him, relishing his width and shape.

  “From where I’m sitting, I’d say I’m the lucky one.” She leaned forward to run the tip of her tongue around the engorged head. “A very lucky girl indeed.”

  This is crazy! You’re giving Scott a blowjob in front of the entire ship. Despite—or was it in spite of?—her subconscious proclamation of insanity, she didn’t care. For the first time in her sexual life, Charity felt free. She’d already had an orgasm, so she didn’t feel any pressure to perform like there’d been with her other boyfriends. She was free to give and receive pleasure.

  She wrapped her lips around the engorged head, the scent of coco butter and clean man filling her nostrils. Scott moaned and stroked the back of her hair before reaching for the tie at her back. In seconds, her top fell to the deck and his large palm was rubbing her breast, making her purr with satisfaction as she stroked him.

  “Take me deeper, Cherry.”

  She obliged, deep-throating him to the point of near discomfort. Okay, she couldn’t take all of him, but damn if the satiny feel of his skin sliding down her throat and his sheer girth didn’t turn her on. She needed this. She needed to bring him to the same euphoric end that he’d brought her.

  When she flicked the tip of her tongue over the purplish tip, she was rewarded with a few drops of pre-cum. Lapping the saltiness from him, she struggled not to smile when he bit out a curse and jerked his hips.

  “As much as I’m enjoying this, I won’t last too much longer if you don’t stop.” He gripped the lounger with his free hand. “Please, Cherry.”

  With a bit of reluctance, she sat back on her heels and eyed the lounge chair with uncertainty. “Will this support both of us?”

  Scott lifted his head and something flip-flopped in her stomach when she caught the warmth reflected in his gaze. “Come here, baby. I don’t want anyone else admiring what’s mine.”

  “Yours?” She stepped out of the bikini bottoms and straddled his hips. “A bit possessive, aren’t we?”

  He murmured what sounded like an affirmative and lifted his head to suck one of her nipples into his mouth. Charity closed her eyes and shifted on his lap, her moist heat rubbing against his erection. A jolt of electricity ricocheted through her core when the head of his penis pressed against her clit.

  “Until the cruise is over, you’re mine,” he bit out and grasped her hips. “Lay against my chest.”

  Charity eased down and bit back a cry of pleasure when he began thrusting his hard erection against her weeping pussy. Every delicious inch of his dick rubbed against her slick opening, but to her frustration he didn’t slide inside.

  Never in her wildest dreams did she think near-sex could feel this good. She pressed her forehead to his neck, her hips rocking in sync with his gentle movements. She heard his labored breathing and felt his heart pounding against hers; all while his cock stroked and teased her relentlessly.

  “Oh yes. Don’t stop, Scott. Whatever you do, don’t stop,” she panted.

  Pressure built low in her belly, and she curled her fingers into his shoulders. It was really happening. She was going to come again. She could feel the fiery wave of sensation building, gaining momentum, urging her forward as he thrust against her. She was close. Closer and—

  Something vibrated against her thigh.

  “Fuck all,” he growled.

  Charity lifted herself far enough to look at him. “What is it?”

  “Work.” He dropped against the chair. “Someone from the Cleopatra is paging me.”

  What? She was this close to finding euphoria—again—and he was leaving? Like hell he is.

  “Ignore it.” She pulsed her hips against his cock.

  His dick flexed in reaction, but he shook his head in regret. “Believe me, if I could I would. I’m on call until the club opens.” He scrubbed a hand over his face. “I’m sorry.”

  It was just as well, she supposed. In the heat of the moment, she hadn’t thought of protection and, if what she suspected was true of his reputation, she wasn’t about to risk it.

  She reached for her discarded garments and cast a leery glance around before sliding off him. Now that the spell had been broken, she felt more grounded. What had she been thinking? She wasn’t an exhibitionist nor was she the kind of woman who engaged in reckless sex. If her family found out…oye. Joe would have her committed for a psychiatric evaluation quicker than she could say, “straightjacket.”

  After adjusting his hard-on, Scott retrieved the pager from his pocket and sighed. “I have to go.”

  Charity pulled her bottoms on and nodded without meeting his gaze. “I understand.” When he didn’t reply, she peeked at him and forced a smile. “Really, I do. Duty calls.”

  Scott released a short breath and rose before helping her tie the back of her top.

  “We can always continue our tour later. I get off at midnight, if that’s not too late.”

  Once she’d secured the ties to her bikini, she turned to face him. His disappointment was obvious in the tight lines around his mouth, but even more pronounced was the desire still burning in his eyes and the erection straining against his shorts.

  That fierce look prompted her to nod. “I look forward to it.” The pager vibrated again and she chuckled. “You better go before they radio the Coast Guard.”

  He stuffed the pager into his pocket and bent forward to place a soft kiss at the side of her mouth. “I’m looking forward to it, too. After all, I still owe you two orgasms.” Before she could think of a reply, he slipped his sunglasses onto his face and walked away.

  ****

  This is un-friggin’-believable. Of all the days Kathy could have called him in early, she had to pick the one day where he was this close to living out his biggest sexual fantasy. Sure, he’d had sex with women in public before, but it had been at night and in secluded areas where they were safe from prying eyes.

  Not with Charity. No, she’d wanted him in broad daylight for God and everyone to see. Her display of exhibitionism had not only been unexpected, but a major turn on as well. Now, the moment was gone.

  Scott jammed his keycard into the lock and shoved the cabin door open once the light blinked green. Tossing his sunglasses onto his bunk, Scott stalked past his roommate.

  Justin glanced up from the catalog he was thumbing through and arched an eyebrow.

  “Tough day at the office, dear?” When all Scott did was scowl, Justin shook his head and set the catalog down before swinging his legs over the side of the bunk and sitting up. “Let me guess. The French twins in cabin 36D changed their minds about the threesome.”

  A vivid image of Charity’s delectably naked body sprawling across his sprung to Scott’s mind, and he suppressed a growl of frustration. Ten minutes. Ten minutes was all he’d needed to give her the wildest ride of her life, but no-o-o. Instead, he needed to get to the Cleopatra to pacify his stressed out boss.

  “No,” he replied. “Worse.”

  “Dude, there’s nothin
g worse than two foreign hotties offering to rock your world and then changing their minds.”

  That’s where Justin was wrong. It could be much worse, and Scott’s aching balls were proof of this. However, his friend was young and had yet to realize that making love to a woman was more about her pleasure than his.

  Scott sighed. “I never took them up on it.”

  Justin tossed a wide-eyed glance at the door before rising. “But—but, they’re twins. Identical in every way, and you’re not approaching them?”

  Scott shook his head while removing his shirt.

  “Why the hell not? Wait, don’t tell me. You found an even hotter chick, didn’t you? Didn’t you?”

  If this was how Justin operated, it was no wonder he spent most of his time fantasizing about lingerie models.

  “Let me give you a bit of advice,” Scott gritted. “If you want women to fall for you, you need to stop referring to them as chicks and hotties. A woman wants to be thought of as a lady. Do that and you’ll have your pick of the women on this ship.”

  Justin’s expression turned thoughtful and he plunked onto the edge of his bed. “Any of them?”

  Scott nodded while draping a towel around his neck and retrieving his shaving kit. “Treat them like ladies and you’ll have them eating out of the palm of your hand. Keep that in mind.” With that, he slipped into the ridiculously small bathroom.

  He wasn’t sure if Justin would heed his advice, but at least it gave him the chance to skirt the topic of Charity. Under normal circumstances, he didn’t mind giving a few basic details of his escapades.

  However, these weren’t normal circumstances and Charity wasn’t one of his usual flings. He’d known her for most of his life and had confided things to her that he hadn’t dared tell his other friends—such as his fear of small spaces or the fact that he’d needed a reading tutor in grade school. She’d always listened with compassion, offering him encouragement when he needed it and never pitying him.