by Lucy Smoke
"M-my pussy, sir. Please. In my pussy. Will you please fuck my pussy?" I didn't care how wanton I sounded. I was so turned on—so fucking horny—I would have crawled on the ground for him.
"Hmmmmm." Dex's hum drew a frustrated growl out of me and he withdrew his finger from my pussy, causing me to whimper again. I shifted my hips. "You aren't being very good tonight," he replied. "Only good girls get my cock in their pussies."
"Please," I whispered. "I can be good. I can be your good girl. Please, sir. Please fuck my pussy."
"No, I don't think you can be a good girl for me tonight, Jamie. You growl at me, you squirm against me, it takes you longer to answer me appropriately. You wore panties. You ripped my shirt." He shot me a dark look full of amusement that let me know he wasn't really angry. He was playing. I loved it. I loved him.
"I think you know you're being a bad girl, Baby," he said. "You know where bad girls get cock?"
Dex unbuttoned and unzipped the fly of his slacks and slid his cock out. I stared down at it, hungry—fucking ravenous—for it, for him. I moaned as he stroked a hand up and down the length of him and licked my lips.
"No, no, not their mouth, Jamie," he said enticingly.
Not my pussy. Not my mouth. "M-my asshole?" The entrance in particular clenched at the thought. I hadn't taken a cock up my ass in a little while. It would be a tight fit.
He grinned. "Oh, yes, Baby. You're gonna take my cock up your pretty little asshole tonight. Take your legs," he commanded as he released my throat. I shuddered, but did as he had ordered, taking my legs and holding them up as he backed off the bed and removed the rest of his clothes. Dex stepped up to the dresser and reached into a bag on top that I hadn't seen before.
"I knew at some point you were gonna be naughty, Baby," he said, eyes never leaving me as I held myself open for his gaze. "I knew you were going to be bad so I brought some stuff with me. Everything I need to teach my precious Baby a lesson. Is that what you want, Jamie? You want me to teach you a lesson?"
I nodded quickly, my chest rising and falling rapidly. My heartbeat thundered in my ears as Dex crawled back on the bed with a small tube of lube in his hand. I knew from experience that a little could go a long way. He dribbled some on the end of his cock and then on his hand and slicked it up the rest of the way. My bottom hole tightened and released, waiting, wanting.
"Tilt your hips up." I did so and Dex shoved a pillow under my ass. I trembled as he neared. Dex smiled down at me. "God, I love you," he whispered leaning down and pressing a quick kiss to my clit—one that almost sent me over the edge. He pulled back and gripped my thighs, somehow spreading me wider with his own hips as he slid right between my legs.
With his cock aimed at my asshole, he looked down at me. "Breathe, Baby," he reminded me. "Relax. Let me in."
I breathed, drawing in breath after breath and releasing each one on slow exhales until his cockhead touched my asshole. I tilted my head back and my hips up even further as he pressed inward. The burn was so good, so delicious, so hot—I had to blink my eyes and bite down hard on my lower lip to ward off the orgasm threatening to tear me apart.
"Almost there," he promised as he slid the rest of the way home. "There you go, Baby. Now, what do you say?"
"Thank you," I said. "Thank you. Thank you. Thank you."
Dex rocked into me, filling me with his length. Rockets of light shot up my spine, leaving a trail of glittering, fiery, lustful stardust in their wake. I was so full and so close to coming, I could taste it on my tongue.
"Fuck, you're so fucking tight, Baby." Dex's groan pushed me closer. I gritted my teeth, not wanting to disappoint him by coming too soon. He pulled out and pushed forward, fucking my ass in slow, deliberate strokes.
I groaned as his hands moved to my hips and clenched against my skin. I could feel my release building like a tidal wave, threatening to pull me under and drown me. "Dex." I gasped his name, a warning, a plea. He didn't rebuke me this time, merely slid one hand from my hip to my core. His fingers brushed across my pussy, reaching for my clit, and I shivered.
"Open your eyes," he commanded.
It was a struggle to do so, but I did. I cracked them open and met his electrifying gaze just as his fingers pressed down against my clit and rubbed hard and fast. "Come," he said. And I did.
I screamed my release as I clamped down on him. Dex pounded into my asshole, pulling out and thrusting back in all the way to the end. My cheeks flamed as he groaned and stilled, pouring himself into me. I could see the fine tremors wrack his body as he held himself over me. When he was done, his eyes slid open again and met mine.
"I love you," he whispered as he leaned down and pressed a light kiss to my lips.
"I love you, too," I promised.
Chapter 10
Cannadee Island!" Taylor shouted from the docks, his hands on his hips, his stance spread wide. I chuckled as Darren and I passed him with our hands clasped. After last night, the guys and I had decided that morning that there was no more use in hiding our relationship. No one else on the cruise really seemed to care—probably because nobody knew us—so why should we let it bother us?
"What are we gonna do first?" Cody asked, stepping up alongside Dex. I looked over, noting the lack of circles under Dex’s eyes and the straightness of his spine. Somehow, he seemed brighter today, more relaxed. My ass was still sore, I recalled with a blush, but it was worth it to see the easy smile that came to his face as he glanced at me. I smiled back with no hesitation.
"Let's hit the shops," Darren suggested.
Taylor spun and shook his head at us. "No way!" he said, yanking a piece of paper from his back pocket. "We can do that on our way back. I've got a list of other stuff we should try first."
Darren released my hand and bounded over to Taylor, snatching the paper from his fingers. "You made an itinerary?"
"Yes, hand it over!" Taylor punched Darren in the gut and reached for the paper but Darren easily avoided his grasping fingers, twisting away and bolting behind Cody, who put his hands up in immediate surrender as Taylor rushed him.
"Protect me, Cody," Darren said.
"I'm not involved!" Cody yelled. "I'm innocent."
I snickered as I strode over and yanked the paper from Darren's hand and glanced over it. There were a multitude of interesting ideas Taylor had written down. I looked up at Dex. "Is there anything you want to do?" I asked.
He shrugged. "Whatever you want, Baby."
I smiled and closed my eyes, running my finger up and down the list. I came to a random stop and then peeked my eyes open. "Ziplining!" I exclaimed. "That's where we're going first." I tossed the paper back to Taylor, grabbing his free hand and then reaching for Cody's, I jerked them behind me. "We gotta hurry, it said that the group is leaving in thirty minutes."
"Oh shit!" Taylor tucked the paper back in his pocket and then dropped my hand, making me pause. A moment later, he picked me up and threw me over his shoulder before bolting through the crowd. I screamed in surprise before laughter began to pour out of me. I couldn't stop giggling, but every time he took a heavy step, his shoulder jarred my stomach, making my laughter sound like a scratched up soundtrack that kept stopping and starting. Cody shook his head as he, Darren, and Dex followed close behind.
Taylor stopped at the ticket line, dropping me back to my feet. I swayed into Cody, and he put his hands on my shoulders as the blood rushed away from my head. I gasped, coughed, and laughed some more. I was still chuckling when Taylor stepped away and announced that we had the tickets and would be leaving in fifteen minutes.
"This is going to be so much fun," Taylor said, winking my way. "Great choice, cupcake."
I shook my head and went up to my toes as Cody's hands fell away and pressed a quick kiss to his cheek. "I'm just glad we could all be together," I replied.
We waited the allotted fifteen minutes with a group of about ten other strangers, all dressed exactly like we were—jeans or shorts and t-shirts. The sun shone brightl
y as a small bus pulled up at the meeting spot and a short man in khakis and a white polo shirt disembarked and greeted us.
"Good afternoon, people," he called in a slightly accented voice over the crowd. "My name is Beni and I'll be your guide for the ziplining expedition! If you will all please jump on the bus with your possessions, we'll be on our way."
Darren grabbed my hand and pulled me on after him, snagging a seat in the very back. Dex slid in opposite us, and Cody and Taylor grabbed the seat right in front of us. The bus filled up rather quickly, but most of the people stuck closer to the front. Within minutes, we were all on and Beni was jumping back into the vehicle and introducing the bus driver as Nidal, who waved back at everyone with a smile as he started up the bus and steered us away from the meeting place and ticket booths.
I sighed and leaned back in my seat as Beni began rambling about the Island of Cannadee, the people, the culture. Normally, I would have been engrossed, but one second, I was closing my eyes and leaning against Darren and the next he was shaking me awake.
"Jamie, we're here," Darren said gently.
I grumbled and yawned, stretching my arms up. "Sorry," I mumbled. "I didn't realize I was still tired."
"Yeah, might've been because of some late night activities you were involved in last night," he teased.
I blushed and shoved at his chest, marching past him down the center aisle and descended the steps off the bus. Darren chuckled right behind me and as soon as we were on solid ground, he grabbed me around the waist and pulled me back into a chest to back hug. "I was just teasing, sweetheart," he said, pressing a chaste kiss to my temple. "I won't do it anymore if it embarrasses you."
I turned completely in his arms, keeping my narrowed gaze on his. Then I leaned up on my toes and slammed my mouth over his. I sucked his lip between my teeth and bit down, stealing a moan from his chest, before yanking myself away and breaking his hold on me. I stomped off, leaving him panting and feeling stronger for it. Of course, when I got to where we'd be climbing into the trees of the Cannadee Island forest, I chanced a quick peek over my shoulder and saw the way his fierce gaze was locked on me. Maybe teasing hadn't been the right course of action, but it was too late to take it back, I supposed.
"Alright," Beni called, clapping his hands to get everyone's attention. "Let's go ahead and head on over to the practice line, shall we?"
My head tilted back and I stared up into the treetops, where a large, long, and thankfully, sturdy-looking platform had been built. Beni led the charge, directing us all to trail behind him as we made our way over to what amounted to a wooden building where each of us got fitted into our full body harnesses. I laughed as Taylor snuck a slap to Darren's ass.
After that, we were led over to a relatively short—only about a football field length—zipline for practice. Beni stood before our group, reciting all of the safety procedures. "You'll want to tuck in any extra fabric, remove dangling jewelry. Listen to your guides and most importantly, have fun!"
Cody leaned down next to me. "Do you have a camera?" he asked.
"I brought my phone," I offered, pulling it from my pocket and handing it over.
He smiled and took it from me. "Let's get a picture." I grinned at his boyish excitement and followed him as he headed up to Beni while the rest of the group began to line up for their practice runs. "Hey, would you mind taking a picture of me and my girlfriend and my friends?" Cody asked.
My grin morphed into a smile at the word girlfriend. Beni smiled brightly at us. "Of course, I'd be happy to!" He took the phone from Cody's fingers, which Cody had already prepared on camera mode. "Why don't we all line up?" he asked as the guys and I got into position.
I settled in with one arm around Cody and the other around Taylor as Dex and Darren squeezed in on either side and then behind me for a second round of pictures. My heart was full, overjoyed.
"Alright, let's go, sweetheart," Darren said, snapping his hand against my ass as Beni handed my phone back. Unfortunately, I couldn't feel the sting of his handprint around the damn harness, but I did reach over and pinch him in retaliation anyway. We headed for the end of the little platform we stood on and let our guides hook us up alongside each other.
"Ready, set, go!" they called, releasing us.
I squealed as air rushed by me, whipping my hair behind my back. I came to a sharp stop giggling my head off and red-faced as I was unhooked.
"That was awesome!" Darren said, lifting me up and twirling me around.
"Yeah! Let's go on the big one!" I replied excitedly.
Half an hour later, we were jogging towards it, our group one of the loudest and rowdiest thanks to the shenanigans of Darren and Taylor. I laughed and dodged them as they tried to pull me between them as we ascended further up into the trees. As we were getting hooked up once more, someone snapped a few photos and I jerked my head up, catching Cody's sneaky look. He may have looked guilty, but that didn't stop him from snapping a few more pictures as the guides released our hooks and we went flying through the trees. I laughed, tilting my head up and back as the warm air rushed over my cheeks.
Chapter 11
I yawned as Darren carted me towards the docks. Behind us, the sun was beginning to set. My muscles were sore, but my soul was full.
"I'm hungry," Cody said.
"Starving," Taylor whined in agreement.
"Let's go grab something to eat at Cordelia's," Dex suggested. "Just the five of us." Several agreements followed as we headed back to the cruise ship. I yawned once more, resting my head in the crook of Darren's neck. Just before I closed my eyes, though, I thought I saw a familiar figure nearby, watching us.
I didn't say anything, didn't alert the others, I just hoped that Stephan was looking for Dex. I figured if he wanted to talk to him, he would probably show up sooner or later or call him. I was having too much fun, relishing in my adventures with my guys—never wanting the day to end.
Darren carried me through the cruise ship as we headed back to our suite. He dropped me back to my feet just inside the door before leaning down and pressing a quick kiss to my lips. "Wear something with a skirt tonight," he said.
I shrugged, pulling away. "I'll think about it," I teased with a quick grin.
His eyes sharpened, but I was already heading for the master bedroom. I stripped out of my clothes as I entered the room, tossing my shorts and t-shirt away as I went in search of my sundresses. I grabbed one with a strip of twisted flowers down the side, interrupting the bright, cheery yellow of the rest of the dress. Dex entered the room as I was combing through the tangles in my hair left behind by our daytime activities. He watched me as I started braiding my hair, only to unweave the strands and start over. By the third attempt at a braid, I had given up. I yanked my hair up into a ponytail at the back of my head, grabbed my flats, and whirled to meet his stare directly.
"Take a picture," I said with a smile, "it'll definitely last longer."
"I am taking pictures," he said, his lips quirking up on one side. "I'm memorizing every detail of this for years to come."
I dropped my flats to the floor and moved towards him, twining my arms around his neck as I tipped my face up, my lips puckered for a kiss. He leaned down and acquiesced to my silent demand, pressing his lips against mine.
Finally, I pulled away because I knew that if I didn't, we would never go to dinner. "Come on," I said, clearing my throat as I reached down for my shoes once more. "I need sustenance if you four are planning on taking advantage of me."
A wicked gleam entered his expression and his hands fisted at his sides. I knew by the way his whole body had stiffened that I had given him an ass load of ideas. I flitted out of the room before he could trap me and quickly donned my shoes while Cody and Darren strode out looking dapper in khakis and polo shirts. Even Taylor looked put together, his long hair pulled back into a ponytail at the nape of his neck. I sniffed the air as a scent swirled around me. At least one of them had put on cologne and it made me question wh
y exactly I needed to eat at all.
Dex strode out a moment later, after having obviously pulled on new pants—slacks—and a nice shirt. "Ready?" he asked, his eyes alighting on me.
I nodded as Darren reached for the door and held it open for all of us. We paused as we realized that Stephan stood on the other side, his face slack with surprise, his hand half raised to knock.
"Sorry," he said quickly, dropping his hand. His eyes looked me up and down for a brief moment. There was nothing that was exactly disturbing in his gaze, but I didn't like the way he lingered on my breasts. I backed up as Dex stepped forward.
"What are you doing here?" he demanded.
Stephan sighed, turning his attention to his brother. "Hey man, I just came to..." he glanced at the rest of us, "talk," he finished lamely.
Dex crossed his arms. "So talk."
I winced at the dark fury in his tone.
"Dexter," Stephan said, a warning in his tone, "can we do this in private?" he asked, looking pointedly back at me.
Dex turned his eyes in the same direction—realizing a second later who Stephan was obviously wanting to talk about. I sighed and turned away. "Go ahead," I said sharply. "We'll wait in here, Dex. Don't worry about us."
"But hurry up," Taylor piped in. "I'm liable to eat one of the others if we don't get to Cordelia's. I'll start with Cody."
Cody rolled his eyes, but Dex nodded and reached out, grabbing his brother by the upper arm and dragging him out into the hallway. Darren, Taylor, Cody, and I shared a look, but no one said anything. I sighed and leaned against the wall by the front door as Taylor and Cody headed for the balcony and Darren ambled into the living room, dropping on the sofa bed to hang while we waited.
I had my eyes closed and my arms crossed in front of my chest, counting down the seconds, when I heard something. I blinked and looked towards the door.
"—fucking talk about her like—"
"—cool, man. We all do—"
"—give a shit what she thinks—"
