by K. Marie
I’d been set-up. It seemed my convenient placement next to him was based on ulterior motives. Several times already during dinner, his hand went roaming.
I gave a start, a small gasp escaping my lips when he let his warm hand travel up several inches too high. I squirmed, trying my best to hold still. However, when he finally allowed the naughty hand to travel all the way up my sensitive inner-thigh, and very near my panties, I could no longer hold still. My shocked intake of breath elicited a quick, wicked grin from Garland.
I squeezed my thighs together to stop his progress, worried his actions had been obvious. But when I sneaked a quick look at the others, no one seemed the wiser. Looking back at him with narrowed eyes, I discretely moved my hand underneath the tablecloth and placed it atop his to still its movement. Garland’s eyes were alight with wickedness as he moved his hand slowly back down to my knee, giving it a squeeze before taking it away completely.
I immediately changed my mind about my earlier assertion to Marie, he was certainly no gentleman.
The man was shameless, I couldn’t believe he was seducing me right in front of everyone. And there’s no doubt in my mind that’s what he’d been doing…I had the wet panties to prove it.
When a steward appeared with a beautifully decorated cake to honor the occasion, we sang “Happy Birthday” to Garland. A few of the guests hardily chimed in with the ‘How old are you?’ verse, but Garland only chuckled good-naturedly, declining to answer. Afterward, we sat sipping on wine and cocktails before people started to excuse themselves and scattered to other areas. A few of the drunken folks claimed a small space on deck, making a makeshift dance floor. I entertained myself by watching them.
“I’m a total glutton, I don’t think I can move,” I said to Marie and Anna, sinking slowly in my chair. Lake and Lauren had already ventured off to another location, and Garland excused himself several minutes ago when one of his stewards came to whisper something in his ear.
“It appears you’ve already got your man, so I’m going out there to get mine,” Marie announced, pointing towards a man who favored the actor Shamar Moore.
“Go for it,” I encouraged, while Anna just shook her head in disgust over her sister’s man-trolling. We both knew that once Marie set her sights on a man, there was no stopping her.
Marie exited her chair and made her way over to where the man stood. “Here we go again…” Anna muttered in defeat, watching her sister go.
As Anna and I sat talking a few minutes later, I happened to glance to my right to see Garland talking with Greg’s girlfriend. The blonde stood very close to him—probably a little too close if you ask me, and she had her right hand resting on his shoulder. I did a quick scan of the area for a glimpse of Greg, but didn’t see him nearby, and felt unaccountably relieved.
I watched with interest as Garland stood wearing an unsmiling face while the woman just smiled up at him. She looked to be chatting away, seemingly oblivious to his less than welcoming body language. Which from where I sat, appeared crystal-clear.
I wondered if perhaps the woman had a bit too much to drink.
Garland said something to her—shaking his head in the negative, then reached up to remove her hand from his person. The blonde’s smile disappeared, her face falling at his actions. He said something else to her before turning to walk in the opposite direction. The woman’s disappointed gaze followed him, her face scrunching-up in anger as she walked off in a huff.
That was Interesting. “I wonder what that was all about,” I said to Anna, who’d also witnessed the scene.
“Isn’t she here with that guy?” she asked.
I gave a nod. “Yes, Greg, Garland’s best friend.”
Anna let out a low whistle. “It looks like he’d better keep his bitch on a leash,” she said.
I laughed, nodding my agreement. That little exchange looked rife with drama, and awkward.
The woman seemed a bit friendlier than she probably ought to be. I told Anna about the blonde’s reaction at our earlier meeting, admitting to having dubbed her ‘The Bitch’. We’re both still smiling when Garland reappears, making his way over to where we sat.
“No dancing?” He asked with an amused look.
“Not for me, I’ll leave the dancing to the drunken folks,” I said with a smile.
It had gotten quite spirited on deck. And though I knew there was music playing out there, I surmised the inside cabin must be soundproof, because I couldn’t hear it from here.
“Actually, I was just headed that way,” Anna announced, getting to her feet and quickly exiting.
Real subtle, Anna. I thought wryly.
With just the two of us remaining, I looked up at Garland. “So, what’s next?” I asked, “Do I get to see your dance moves?”
His eyes smiled down at me in deliberation. “Come with me,” he said.
Garland and I took the stairs up one level, before walking down a short hallway. When we arrived at a door, he turned the handle to reveal a room that I assumed to be a control room of sorts. Two men sat at the controls; one a bit older with graying hair, and the other a younger man with a clean-shaven face. They both acknowledged our presence with a nod as we walked through.
Garland never broke his stride as we veered left, making a beeline for the narrow door directly ahead. He motioned for me to go ahead of him, and I exited onto a small deck. The area was located at the side of the boat and looked to be accessible only from the control room. I suppose it served as a lounging area or look-out point for the two men inside. There was only a small cushioned chair on one side, and a matching lounger on the other.
Garland led me over to the railing, where I could see the light’s illumination from the decks below. But other than a lit strip that ran along the perimeter of the deck, there was no other lighting where we were. If his objective had been to get me alone, mission accomplished.
Eight
“I hope you’ve enjoyed yourself tonight, I’ve enjoyed having you here,” Garland said.
Yeah, that was plainly obvious when you had your hand up my dress.
“I’m having a wonderful time, Garland. The boat is beautiful, and the host isn’t so bad either,” I told him with a saucy wink.
“My one regret is that it isn’t just the two of us; there are seventeen people too many on this boat,” he said with a devilish look.
God, he’s so damn yummy.
I must have had more wine than I remembered, because I found myself stepping closer to him, my body brushing against his flirtatiously. I knew I was starting something I wasn’t so sure I wanted to finish, but right now I didn’t care. I wanted his hands on me.
And Garland proved he’s nothing if not accommodating.
He grasped my waist and pulled me closer, then began to trail soft kisses from my ear to my neck, causing a shiver to dance across my spine. I moaned when he zeroed in on that sensitive spot between my neck and shoulder; causing me to grab hold of him for support as he kissed a trail back to my mouth.
The man made my knees weak.
Our mouths met, tongues doing a slow, carnal dance to a tune that only our bodies could hear. Garland sucked my tongue into his velvet mouth; his taste tinged with a hint of the scotch he’d had earlier, and the shit pushed all my hot-buttons.
I moaned, feeling a powerful throb start between my thighs, the same as it had earlier in his office.
How in the hell does he do that? His mouth was goddamn magical.
I threaded my fingers in his hair, trying my damnedest to pull him even closer than he already was. But my move must’ve ignited something in him, because Garland let out a low groan and abruptly turned me in his arms and pushed my back against the railing. He fisted my hair, holding me in place as he devoured my mouth.
The devil must have gotten the better of me, because I encouraged him further, pressing my body to his, right against his erection. Garland pushed my dress up my thighs, warm palms settling on my now exposed ass. I moaned in lust as
his hand traveled along my hip and between my legs; stroking me through the lace of my thong panties before sliding inside.
Oh my God. The man actually had his finger on my clit!
I’d never done anything this crazy in my life; but I would die on the spot if he stopped. Moaning loudly, my grip tightened in his hair, knees threatening to buckle. And then he abruptly stopped.
No! I wanted to scream at him.
But before I could make a sound, Garland hiked me up by my ass, causing me to wrap my legs around his waist for support. He turned to carry me the short distance to the lounger, laying me down gently, before lowering himself to his knees in front of me.
Alarm bells went off inside my head as he reached underneath my bunched-up dress and pulled my panties down my legs. But I chose not to heed them as I lie panting, while Garland grasped the backs of my knees and pulled me towards him. He pushed my legs further apart as his head disappears between my thighs.
Holy hell. My back arched up off the lounger as I cried out, the sound breaking the quiet around us.
Oh. My. God.
Part of me was in disbelief over the shit actually happening, but the other part proved I wasn’t in the least scandalized by. I tightened my fingers in Garland’s hair to make damn certain his mouth stayed exactly where it was.
He’d brought out the animal in me. I was out of control.
My breathing became labored as I rocked my hips in a rhythmic motion, feeling a quickly approaching orgasm. I threw my head back and moaned loudly, as Garland pushed me over the edge, orgasm hitting like a cosmic explosion.
I lay dazed afterward, both winded and spent, listening to my heart drum wildly in my ears. But no sooner than the sexual fog started to clear, I became both shocked and embarrassed by my own behavior. Shit.
I lie with my legs spread wide like a slut, fully exposed to Garland’s gaze; a man I’d known less than twenty-four hours. As embarrassment heated my face, he kissed my sensitive inner thigh, letting out a raspy chuckle when I shivered in reaction. Bringing his head from between my thighs, Garland leaned over my body and met my eyes.
“Wow,” I breathed, unable to say more than one word. I’d just had the best orgasm ever and was trying damn hard not to regret it.
“That’s encouraging,” Garland murmured, eyes alight with satisfaction.
I squirmed under his scrutiny. “Gar-,” I began, but barely got the word out before he silenced me with a kiss.
“Do you taste yourself on my tongue?” he asked as he pulled back, voice low and seductive, “You taste of warm honey…it’s intoxicating.”
I felt the muscles in my nether-region clench involuntarily, his words sounding like the most intimate of caresses. My brain clouded with lust as I pulled his mouth back to mine.
Jolted by my brazen behavior, I pulled abruptly away, determined to exert some control; my common sense and self-respect having clearly taken a vacation.
“I’m sorry, Garland, but—this is crazy, I can’t believe that just happened,” I said reluctantly, not even recognizing myself as the woman laying here. Things had gotten way out of hand.
I moved to sit up, desperate to get myself decent and from under his spell.
Garland pushed himself back and helped me sit, and I was once again mortified by my own behavior. Not to mention my state of undress.
Pulling my dress down as far as it would go with me sitting, I squeezed my legs together for modesty-sake, but made no effort to stand up. I was just too damn embarrassed to see my panties strewn across the deck.
“Having regrets already?” Garland asked, lifting my chin with a finger until I’m looking him in the eye. “I want you, Camry, you already know that, and I know that you want me too. Why resist it?” he asked with a knowing confidence.
“That’s a bit presumptuous of you, don’t you think?” I countered, equally appalled and fascinated by his arrogance.
Garland cocked an eyebrow. “It’s a fact, your body told me all I needed to know.”
Cocky much? I thought incredulously. So what if it might be true?
“Do you deny it?” he challenged, voice going low and seductive as he lifted a finger to caress along my collar bone.
That finger traveled slowly across the curve of my shoulder, down to the slope of my breast, before lightly caressing the skin just above the bodice of my dress. My breath hitched at the feather-light touch, my nipples swelling in response.
Damn him. The man is a master at seduction.
“You’re playing dirty, Garland. You can’t ask me something like that while actively seducing me,” I complained, argument sounding weak even to my own ears.
“I win any way I can, I never said I fight fair,” he told me, a dangerous gleam in his eyes. “You can answer no, and we’ll both know you’re lying, but I’ll be a gentleman and back-off regardless.”
Gentleman my ass. A gentleman wouldn’t have done any of the sinful things he just did.
And a lady wouldn’t have lain there and let him! My stupid conscience mocked.
No longer able to look him in the eye, I looked away, warring on the inside with the lie I wanted to spill from my lips.
I couldn’t blame Garland for anything that happened; I’d been more than a willing participant. The problem is, I do want him, badly. Yet, how can I want to have sex with a complete stranger? It just wasn’t right.
Shouldn’t that matter?
I gazed back at him; at his ridiculously handsome face, and the promise in those hypnotic green eyes. Garland was giving me an easy out; and I knew I should grasp onto it like the lifeline I believed it to be. If I were smart. But all signs pointed to me not being smart.
“Just because I want something doesn’t necessarily make it a good idea,” I finally said.
“It's a good idea if it's what we both want,” he countered, reaching out to feather the tips of his fingers across my cheek. Those fingers caressed along my jawline next, before he gently stroked a thumb across my bottom lip.
He was doing it again. And my traitorous body responded. Dammit.
Garland’s eyes shined back at me with satisfaction. “Stay the night with me, Camry,” he said, more of a confident statement than a question.
Stay the night with him?
I was a little taken aback by the bold proposal. Garland was blatant, and obviously never minced words.
So many things ran through my head simultaneously, fast-forwarding through all the very good reasons I should say no and run like hell. It was a terrible idea, and wrong, for several reasons. However, as I gazed at the man in front of me, I couldn’t say that I actually felt any of those things with any real conviction. I wanted to be with him.
I know it’s nuts, but I reasoned it was only one night and that I could repent for it later. I still hesitated, trying to talk myself out of it, calling myself every kind of fool, a bad person even. However, my desire to be with him seemed to outweigh my good sense.
Knowing I’d probably later regret it, I looked Garland in the eye and told him what he wanted to hear.
“Yes,” I murmured, giving in to both his wishes and my own crazy desires.
I would later place this moment right at the top of my list of craziest shit I ever did.
The unmistakable heat in Garland’s eyes confirmed it.
He leaned in to kiss me, a soft touch of his lips that promised more. “I want to be inside you, Camry, want you in my bed where I can take my time with your body,” he whispered against my mouth.
I felt the impact of his words hit right between my thighs.
“But it’ll have to wait, there’s still guests to entertain,” he added in resignation.
My disappointment must have shown on my face, because Garland grinned in amusement. “I promise it’ll be worth the wait,” he assured me.
The man was nothing if not confident.
Garland and I went onto the top deck to watch the fireworks display that lit up the night’s sky, on our way back to the marina.
I was almost certain I glowed like a firefly when we returned—expected it to be obvious to others, but they paid no more attention to me than previously.
I guess my glow must’ve been internal.
I just had the best orgasm of my life about twenty minutes ago and agreed to spend the night with a man I knew nothing about. A man I would never have imagined meeting. Garland was unlike any man I’d ever encountered, in my world, men like him didn’t exist. He was undoubtedly out of my league, however, I intended to have tonight’s experience, and to worry about the rest later.
Garland stood next to me at the railing, our bodies close enough to brush whenever either of us shifted. He was being blatantly obvious; no onlooker could be in any doubt as to his interest in me. Nor that of his plans for the remainder of the night.
He probably couldn’t care less, but for me—someone currently engaged to another man, I wasn’t so carefree of others judgment. But I guess I didn’t care enough to distance myself, I liked being near him. Strangely enough, I felt completely comfortable with the man. But then, I guess when someone’s had his tongue in your mouth, as well as between your thighs, that should probably be the case.
“Are you cold?” Garland asked.
It had cooled off significantly on the water and goose bumps started to appear on my skin. “It's gotten a bit chilly, but I’m okay,” I answered.
Garland responded by pulling me to his side and rubbing my bare arm up and down in an effort to warm me. “It's almost over, but we can watch from inside if you’d like,” he offered.
“You’re keeping me warm just fine,” I told him.
Garland and I had been subtly flirting with each other since we returned, and it only served to increase the already thick sexual tension and anticipation. So, when he whispered, “I intend to keep you warm long into the night,” so close to my ear that the warmth of his breath radiated throughout my body; I almost lost it and attacked him.
My pulse went riotous, and all I could think about was the sight of his dark head between my thighs a short while ago. With effort, I forced my brain from between my legs and back into my head.
