When she stepped back from the table, struggling to control her erratic breathing while the pit boss removed the safe deposit box from its rack beneath the table, she saw the gambler collect her chips to cash out.
By the time Aidan signed the receipt for the pit boss, the dark-haired stranger was gone. Intent on reaching the locker room, imagining the way her clit would pulse and dance between her fingers, Aidan twisted her way through the crowded aisles. Her skin was on fire, but even after she loosened her tie and unbuttoned her vest, she still couldn't catch her breath. Just as she yanked open the door marked Staff Only, a hand shot out to slam it closed. Aidan nearly moaned. She knew that hand, those fingers, those blunt, strong nails. Her clit jumped. God, I can't last another minute!
"I'd like to buy you a drink," the gambler said.
Aidan studied the shadowed hollows beneath the angled cheekbones, the strong jaw, the straight nose. Those winter eyes appraised her coolly in return. Aidan dealt the cards.
"I don't drink where I work."
"Where do you drink?"
"On the veranda outside my cabin."
"Alone?"
"Sometimes." Without the barrier of the table between them, Aidan saw that the gambler was younger than she had thought, although her eyes seemed those of someone much older. Aidan watched those eyes, waiting for a clue. Seconds passed. A minute. Then, for the length of a heartbeat, the stranger dropped her gaze. Aidan smiled and waited some more...
"What about tonight? Are you drinking alone?"
"Deck seven. Number seven twelve." Aidan turned the knob again, and this time the hand fell away, allowing the door to open. "Thirty minutes. And I'm drinking Stoli."
Inside the locker room, Aidan leaned against the door and contemplated the next thirty minutes. It would take all of a frantic minute to take the edge off the mind-scorching arousal that pounded away inside her, and then she'd be able to head back to her cabin for a shower without her clit screaming for relief. Or she could ignore the stiff little tyrant and wait to come later, when she'd need it so bad she'd be almost sick with excitement. Those were the times when she climaxed so hard she couldn't walk afterward. She thought about those hands squeezing her breasts, those fingers working inside of her, and she cupped her crotch. She bunched the material of her pants in her fist and ground the heel of her hand into her clit, moaning softly.
"Oh fuck," she gasped, easing her grip before she really let go. She walked on rubbery legs through the casino. Tonight, she'd shoot for blackjack.
The shower cleared her head a little but did nothing to ease the pounding in her permanently erect clit. Skipping underwear, she pulled on loose black cotton shorts and a white T-shirt. Her nipples stood out. So did her clit. She was wet again by the time the knock sounded on the door. When she opened it, the gambler stood in the hall with an unopened bottle of vodka in the crook of her arm. She'd changed into a sleeveless black shirt that buttoned up the front, khaki pants and deck shoes. An intricate black and green tattoo twined over the peak of her exposed shoulder and down her arm. It looked tribal or Celtic and definitely sexy. Traces of the design crawled up her neck.
"What's your name?" Aidan asked, still holding the door ajar.
"Fel."
"Short for anything?"
Fel shook her head. "Would you like a drink, Aidan?"
Aidan raised an eyebrow.
"Nametag."
"The bar's in the corner. Rocks with a twist of lime. I'll be on the veranda."
The sky was moonless and nearly black. The ship's lights glinted off the water and reflected on the undersurface of the clouds. Tomorrow they'd dock, Aidan would lay over for a few days, and then she'd fly back to their headquarters while awaiting the next cruise. She might meet a girl in Venice, or she might end up sleeping alone. But tonight, tonight she'd play the hand.
"Here you are," Fel said.
They drank in silence for a few minutes, then Aidan said, "You play cards for a living."
"I've had some luck at it." Fel set her glass beside her and pivoted so her back was against the railing. "I wasn't working this week, though. I'm on vacation."
"I know." Aidan drained her drink and put her glass next to Fel's. Then she stepped into the vee between Fel's thighs and settled her crotch against Fel's. "You weren't counting. I was watching."
"I know. I imagine the cameras were, too."
Aidan smiled and kissed the side of Fel's neck, feeling her shiver as she slid her tongue over and between her lips. Stroking leisurely inside Fel's mouth, Aidan pumped her crotch into Fel's. "I had to mention it to the pit boss. She said they'd check."
"I'm glad I passed inspection," Fel murmured, letting her head drop back, exposing her throat. "I would have been disappointed if I couldn't see you every night."
"Why did you wait all week to talk to me?" Aidan's kisses turned to slow, firm bites as she sucked the thick muscle in Fel's neck.
"Because watching you deal the cards made my cunt ache." Fel groaned as Aidan sucked harder. "And I like the way that feels."
"Is it aching now?"
"Oh, yes." Fel cupped Aidan's ass and thrust her hips as Aidan rocked faster in her crotch. "I'll come right here if you keep doing that."
Aidan stopped moving. "You'd better not." She opened the top button on Fel's shirt and reached in for her breast. She squeezed, rolling the nipple hard between her fingers. "Remember who's dealing."
"I know," Fel said breathlessly. "I won't come if you don't want me to."
"Get inside," Aidan said sharply, grabbing Fel's hand and dragging her back into the stateroom. "I need you naked. Now. Get your clothes off."
They stumbled in the half dark to the side of the bed, each of them flinging clothes in their wake. Aidan pushed Fel down on the bed and straddled her stomach. Heat flooded her cunt, inside and out. Fel's skin was flame. She grabbed Fel's hands and crushed them to her breasts, groaning at the first rush of pleasure.
"Finally. Jesus, I love your hands."
Fel arched beneath her, rubbing her stomach against Aidan's wet cunt while twisting her nipples and squeezing her breasts. Aidan whimpered and felt an orgasm gathering.
"Oh, not good. Not good."
"No?" Fel gasped. "It feels pretty fucking good to me. Come on me."
"Uh huh," Aidan panted. Grasping Fel's wrists, she jerked her hands away. "These are dangerous. Just watching you handle the cards all week got me so hot I had to jerk off every damn night."
Fel groaned. "Let me touch you. Let me make you come now."
"I don't think so." Aidan leaned across Fel's chest, yanked open the top drawer of the bedside table, and pulled out a wide silk tie. "Put your hands over your head."
Wordlessly, Fel complied. Aidan looped the silk around her wrists and secured the length to a reading light that jutted from the wall. "Don't pull on this. Just lie still."
Fel's breasts, hard-tipped and gleaming in the lamplight, rose and fell rapidly. "Can I suck you off? Please?"
"Quiet." Aidan pushed down on the bed until she was lying between Fel's legs. She rested her cheek against Fel's quivering thigh and fingered the slick folds around her clit. When Fel jerked and moaned, she worked her fingers slowly inside her and then out again before lightly rimming her ass with a fingertip.
"Oh God oh God oh God," Fel muttered over and over.
"Your clit looks really hard, and I haven't even touched it yet," Aidan observed matter-of-factly as she rubbed her flushed cunt against the bed. The friction made her clit tingle and beat.
"You're driving me crazy," Fel panted. "My clit hurts. Please touch it."
"You probably need to come."
"So bad." Catching her lip between her teeth, Fel rocked her head back and forth.
"Don't pull on those restraints or I won't let you come."
"I won't I won't. Please. Do something to take the edge off. Do something. Please."
"Would you like to come now?" Her mouth was so close to Fel's clit, she could taste her t
angy excitement. "Should I lick it?"
"Oh, yes, yes." Fel twisted the silk around her hands and pushed her hips forward, forcing her clit against Aidan's lips. "If you just suck me a little I'll come for you."
"You're right. You will. I can tell how bad you need it." Aidan leaned back on her heels and spread the puffy folds around Fel's clit with her thumb and finger. She was fully erect, her bruised looking clit wet and shiny. As she watched, it pulsed. She swept her forefinger rhythmically back and forth at the juncture of the thickened shaft and Fel's neatly trimmed mound, applying just enough pressure to pull the hood back, forcing her clit to stand up. "How's that feel?"
"Good, really good, don't stop." Fel bucked and groaned. "I'm ready. I'm ready." Her thighs trembled wildly. "Do me harder. Can you do me harder?" When Aidan milked her clit with a couple of strong strokes, her back bowed. "Oh yeah. Oh yeah, you're gonna make me come."
Aidan abandoned her clit, leaving it straining and twitching in the air.
"No!" Fel cried. "Jesus, I'm so close!"
"House rules," Aidan whispered, crawling up the bed and straddling Fel's shoulders. She grasped Fel's hair and pulled her head up into her crotch. Her breath came in short bursts and her stomach tensed so hard she nearly bent double. "All ties go to the dealer. Suck me. I want to come in your mouth."
Fel latched onto her clit like it was a lifeline, sucking it in hard, then shaking her head from side to side. It was like being jerked off by a suction pump. Aidan moaned and thrust her hips.
"Oh, you do that so nice. Feels so good." The tension in the pit of Aidan's stomach made it impossible to breathe and she gasped, struggling for air. "You like my clit? You like the way my hard clit feels in your mouth?"
"Mmm, mmm." Fel shook her head and sucked even harder.
Aidan leaned down and worked the knot loose, freeing Fel's hands. "Touch my breasts."
She rocked against Fel's mouth and stared wide-eyed at the hands fondling her breasts. Long fingers squeezing, blunt nails scraping her tense nipples. She held her cunt open with one hand so Fel could suck her deeper into her hot mouth. With the other, she caressed the hands caressing her. She started to unravel inside and her vision dimmed. "You're going to make me come. Is that what you want? Do you want me to come all over your face?"
"Yes," Fel shouted and then lunged for Aidan's clit again.
"You're doing it," Aidan cried as Fel's teeth scraped die hood back and her tongue whipped in hard circles. Clutching Fel's head, she jerked spastically. "Doing it! Damn you, you're making me... making me... unh... fuck, I'm coming."
Aidan fell forward, hands against the wall, and frantically rubbed her cunt over Fel's mouth. She could feel herself ejaculating, soaking Fel's face and neck. The pleasure was so intense she screamed.
Fel licked and sucked her gently until her clit softened and she rolled away.
"Oh, God," Aidan sighed. "I can't believe how hard you made me come."
"I've wanted to do that all week." Fel's voice was raspy and uneven.
Aidan rested her head in the palm of her hand and traced Fel's nipple with her fingertip. She flicked it rhythmically until Fel groaned. "I bet you want to come now, don't you?"
"Yes," Fel whispered, staring at Aidan imploringly. "Please don't stop."
Aidan sat up cross-legged and drew Fel's leg across her lap. Stroking the inside of Fel's thigh, the backs of her fingers lightly brushing Fel's swollen cunt, she said, "I want to watch you masturbate."
Instantly, Fel grasped her clitoris between her thumb and fingers. Her breath hissed out as she rolled it rhythmically.
"Go slow," Aidan instructed, tracing each of Fel's fingers with her own fingertip until she reached Fel's clit. Then she lightly caressed the part that appeared each time Fel stroked. "Show me how you tease yourself. That's it. Tease it."
"I'm close," Fel whispered plaintively, her fingers jerking unsteadily. "Can you help me? I need to come."
"I know," Aidan said gently. "I know you do. Would you like me to fuck you? Would that make you feel good?"
"Oh, yes," Fel sobbed, circling her clit faster.
Aidan stroked between her swollen lips, massaging the underside of her clitoris as Fel masturbated. "You're so hard. Can you slow down? If you don't slow down you're going to come."
"I can't I can't." Fel grabbed Aidan's wrist with her other hand and pushed her fingers inside her. She arched her back, her hand a frantic blur. "Oh God," she shouted. "Oh God, I'm coming."
Aidan bent down and licked Fel's fingers as come flooded between them. When Fel's cries subsided and her trembling fingers slowed, Aidan pushed them aside and sucked on Fel's still tense clit. Within seconds it hardened again and Fel grasped her head, thrusting against her mouth.
"I'm going to come again," Fel exclaimed urgently. "You're going to make me come again. Oh, oh here I come. Here I come!"
Fel writhed and moaned until Aidan finally released her. Then she cupped her cunt protectively and squeezed gently. Shivering, she held out her hand to Aidan, her fingers dripping.
"Look what you made me do. You made me come everywhere."
Smiling, Aidan slowly and carefully licked each finger clean. "You have beautiful hands. I'm going to come for a long time thinking about your hands."
"I'm not ready to stand firm just yet." Fel slid a finger into Aidan's mouth. "We've got all night, and I'm feeling lucky."
Cupping Fel's hand, Aidan drew it down her body and pressed it between her legs. Then Aidan dealt the cards.
Midnight Buffet
Karin Kallmaker
"That was certainly interesting." I wondered if I looked as feverish as I felt.
Ashley and Odette stood on either side of me, both exuding so much heat that I felt like a Tart they wanted to go Pop.
"It certainly was." Ashley had a purr to her voice. "I've never seen a woman gush like that before."
Odette, with a pitying tone said, "You haven't? Maybe someday it won't have to be in a video."
Point to Odette.
Turning toward the Lido Apollo restaurant I said, "I didn't know some of die things I saw." Pink Pleasures had featured several scenes that I was still reeling over. I wasn't sure how I felt about power play. I liked it rough sometimes, but I also liked it soft. Sometimes I liked to be told what to do, and sometimes I liked to tell. The idea of being only one way, all the time, just wasn't what I was all about.
I could feel the arch looks the other two were giving each other behind my back. At one point during the video I'd considered that a three-way could be a lot of fun. Certainly it had looked pleasing for the woman in the middle. I'd had my share of fun but never tried that, and sometimes it really appealed to me.
The notion had begun this morning during our tour of Lesbos. The three of us had outdistanced the rest of our group; we were two decades younger than most of the others. We'd explored the museum and temple at our own pace, making ribald remarks and flirting like mad. It had taken me a while to realize they were both flirting with me and not so much with each other. Okay, I have an ego, and it felt very nice to have two attractive, but very different, women interested in me.
At one point, after Ashley said she'd heard rumors of a real sex show during one of the late night videos, I'd suggested that we all watch the porn video tonight. With that kind of stimulation, I had imagined myself with a passport to the Land of Three-way by midnight. However, as the day had gone by, Odette and Ashley had become increasing hostile to each other.
Machismo in a woman was disappointing. My last two girlfriends had both made me feel clueless and in need of their guidance. Even when I was showing them how to wire their home theaters or set up a wireless LAN—things I got paid to do—they had to tell me how to do it better, according to them. The next time I got involved with a woman it would be because she liked and cared about the things that interested me as well. Someone who didn't make me feel silly for watching musicals and chick flicks. Someone who could cry over a book or coo over a cute
puppy.
So normally the competitive attitudes Odette and Ashley were putting on would have had me running the other way from both of them. A holiday fling wasn't about puppies and tomorrow, I reminded myself. After that video it would be a damned shame if I went to bed by myself tonight. It seemed increasingly clear that I couldn't have both of them, though, but I had no idea how to pick.
"What's going on in here?" Odette opened the restaurant door for me nanoseconds before Ashley could do so.
"Dessert Extravaganza."
"Getting your strength up for anything in particular?" Ashley gave me a sidelong glance as she handed me a plate and a wrapped roll of cutlery.
"I'm just here for the calories. Oh look, aren't they cute!" I peered closely at the tiny penguins and igloos in handcrafted marzipan. The lavish spread of desserts—cream cakes, éclairs, brownies, pralines, pirouettes, baklava, on and on—included tableaus of dolphins, whales, fairies and monsters.
Ashley, in front of me in line, said, "Don't have any of the brownies, Hallie. I'm not sure how something can look so much like chocolate and be flavorless."
I shrugged. "I've yet to have a chocolate dessert I really liked on this trip, but the fruit tarts are fantastic."
Odette put her hand on my arm to get my attention. "Look, behind the centerpiece. It's a pastry pride parade!"
"Oh, how cute" we said in unison.
Ashley said, "I really don't like marzipan."
We carried our laden plates out to the pool deck where dancing under the moonlight was underway to bouncy party music blaring from the huge speakers. Odette found us a table after we successfully avoided joining the conga line.
I puckered in response to the first bite of lemon bar. "Oh, that's sour. And good."
"The kiwi strawberry soufflé is great, too." Odette savored a spoonful of her dessert.
"Try some of the sorbet, Hallie." Ashley offered a spoonful and I accepted. Point to Ashley.
"Very nice. Coconut and rum."
Odette offered to get us all some water and I watched her walk away. Where Ashley was firm and sculpted, Odette was a little bit more round, softer. She had a beautifully shaped head, highlighted by tightly locked dreads, and her smile was the easiest thing about her. Ashley's long blond hair had been pulled out the back of her hat on the tour, with a jaunty flare I liked. Now it was loose around her shoulders. They were both in tailored shorts and simple tank tops tonight, as were about half the women on board. I had chosen a skirt for the evening, mostly because I was running out of clean shorts, and paired it with a spaghetti-strapped camisole. Okay, and a pair of shoes that really weren't meant for much walking.
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