by Marie Carnay
Damon let her arms go and looked up at Tony. One glance said it all. This woman was more than a cruise fling. Every touch of her skin and he needed her more. Wanted more. A week would never be enough.
Fuck. Tony stroked his cock and leaned back on the cushions. She wanted both of them? Everywhere? That’s what she’d get.
Daphne moaned as Damon reached underneath her shoulders. She gasped as he picked her up and set her down on all fours.
Her face was inches from Tony’s cock and he stroked harder, aiming straight for her lips. She licked her lips and opened her eyes.
Tony smiled. Oh, this’ll be good.
* * *
DAPHNE
Tony’s grin made Daphne’s toes curl. How could a man be so sexy? She’d never gone for the full-of-himself types. Probably because those inflated egos were never deserved.
But Tony? Damn. He deserved every bit of it. More. She licked her lips and leaned forward. His cock teased her, standing straight and proud and an inch from her mouth. Did he want her to…Yes.
Daphne slid her lips over his velvet head and groaned as he filled her mouth. Hot and hard and so very suckable. How had she gotten by with boring sex most of her life? Had the firm reduced her to living in the shadows? To being a shell of a woman?
Damon’s hands stroked her ass and she shivered. She wasn’t in the shadows now. No. Daphne Meadows was front-and-center, star of a threesome in the sex club of a cruise ship. You couldn’t make this stuff up. No one would believe it.
She slid down Tony’s shaft, farther and farther until his thick head bumped her throat. God. That feeling. The way she controlled the pressure and the speed. The way he groaned every time she slammed down.
An exhale through her nose, a flattened tongue and mmm. She took him deeper. His head hit her throat with a solid oomph and Damon slid up behind. Yes! This is what she’d wanted. Craved.
Damon and Tony all over her like before. It wasn’t her imagination or some trick of cruise ship fantasy. They were matches and gasoline. She was the spark. Together, an inferno.
Damon’s hand slipped between her legs and she moaned down Tony’s length. He circled her clit with his finger, over and over and she whimpered. It wasn’t enough.
She pulled off Tony’s cock with a wet smack and climbed over his legs. “I can’t wait any more.”
He laughed and pushed her hair away from her face. “Let me get a condom.” Tony leaned over and grabbed a packet from the side table. He sheathed his cock and grinned at her. “Take me, baby. Take every last inch.”
She straddled his hips and positioned herself and…Oh, thank God. Daphne impaled herself on Tony’s cock and it was the most glorious feeling. Stretched and stuffed, full of cock and man. Orgasms were wonderful, but sex was satisfying.
Tony filled up her void, pushed her to the limit, gave her pleasure with every rock of her hips. Up and down she worked him, riding him as a new orgasm built deep inside.
“Don’t get carried away, Daphne. You’re not done yet.” Damon came up behind her, his dick hot on her naked ass. He kissed her shoulder, neck and ear. “Tell me I can take you…here.”
His hand reached down between her ass cheeks and a warm wetness soaked her puckered hole. Lube. The thought sent a thrill through her.
She nodded. Two men at once? Never had she been so bold. But she wanted it. Needed it. Let them smother her in their seed. Fill her up and wreck her.
“I need to hear you say it.” Damon circled his finger, around and around her ass, pressing and testing. She moaned and he pushed inside. Oh! A groan slipped past her lips.
It was dirty and wrong and so damn hot, Daphne reeled. A different kind of pleasure built inside her. Something dark and heavy. Sinful. She moaned louder.
Tony ran his hands along her thighs. “Relax, Daphne. Let him in. You’ll love it. Trust us.”
She nodded and lolled forward, letting Tony take her weight.
Damon pumped his hand, working his finger in and out, again and again. Every stroke sent a wave of dark delight through her. She shuddered.
“That’s it. Relax. Damn, you’re so tight. I can’t wait to fuck you.” He pushed a second finger inside her, working the pair back and forth, stretching her open, getting her ready.
“Please, Damon.” She pushed her body down onto Tony and Damon’s hand. She needed them to move. To fuck her. Damon reached around her front and stroked her breast, toying with her nipple as he scissored his fingers.
“I’m ready.” She couldn’t bear the waiting. The torture.
His fingers slipped free and Daphne cried out.
“Easy, babe. We’ve got you.” Damon scooted close, his legs between Tony’s. His cock pressed against her and as Daphne exhaled, he pushed inside. Oh my God. Pleasure and pain and a fullness unlike anything she’d ever felt before.
Deeper and deeper he took her until she’d done it. She’d taken them both. All the way.
“Fuck, that’s good.” Damon stroked her breasts and hugged her to his chest. “I won’t last. Not like this.”
“Then make it count.” Tony’s voice rumbled from beneath her and before Daphne could say a word, the pair of men moved.
In and out. Deep and shallow. Oh! When
one retreated, the other thrust. Filling her up, working into a rhythm. A thin layer of her body the only separation. They stroked each other as they fucked her in rhythm, two cocks slicing through her.
How had she lived without the pair of them her whole life? This wasn’t just sex.
Hot and bright and blindingly fast, an orgasm crashed into her. Flashes of color, explosions in her head. Euphoria. Daphne came undone.
Tony and Damon groaned as her body clamped down around them, squeezing their shafts until they had no choice but to come with her.
Tony grabbed her hips and slammed up from the bed. Oh, yes! He came, emptying into the condom as he groaned and shook beneath her.
Damon grunted in response, his hands shaking as he came last of all. His release rocked her, a smaller orgasm rebounding after the last. Wringing every last drop of pleasure from her body, Damon collapsed on top of her.
Two men, below, above, inside her. Giving her everything they could give.
Aftershocks rolled through Daphne with every shake and shudder of both men. She lolled against Tony’s chest and closed her eyes to soak up the satisfaction.
“Jesus, Daphne.” Damon pulled away and Tony rolled them onto their sides. Sex and sweat coated her back and thighs and ass. She was filthy on the outside, but on the inside? She glowed. Daphne had never been so wonderfully used.
She sunk into the sheets and curled up around both men. One hand on Damon and a leg draped over Tony. It felt right to be wrapped up in their arms. It didn’t matter that she was in a room made for sex floating on the ocean. Tangled up with Tony and Damon felt like home.
How could real life ever compare to this?
Chapter 12
TONY
“No, I’m serious. What do you do for fun?”
Tony sank the knife into a block of cheese and popped a piece in his mouth. “Hang out with you.”
It had been two days of non-stop Daphne. Her body, her little mewls of pleasure, her laugh. Mmm. He’d become addicted.
A stop to eat, maybe a shower, then it was her. Always her. In their suite. Both bedrooms. The soaking tub. Even the kitchen counter. Tony smirked as he ran his hand along the granite. That was fun.
Daphne turned around on the couch and propped her arms on the back. Her red curls fell over the cushions and Tony couldn’t wait to run his hands through them. Tug a little. Make her come right there.
“You have to do something more than just sit around. If I weren’t here, what would you be doing?”
He shrugged and nibbled on the cheddar. “Fucking a blonde, probably.”
Daphne rolled her eyes. “Funny.”
“I’m not joking.”
She sat up and crinkled her nose. “Hobbies?”
/> “No.”
“Projects?”
“Not really.” Tony set the knife down and bit into another slice. “Why do you care?”
“Because I’m sick of being cooped up in this suite all day. There has to be something you want to do on this ship!”
Tony knew exactly what he wanted to do—finish his snack and bend her over the couch until she screamed his name. He had a feeling that wasn’t what she had in mind.
He popped the last of the cheese into his mouth. “What is it you want to do?”
She thought about it for a moment before her eyes lit up.
Shit. She had that face people get when they’ve come up with a terrible plan.
“Put some clothes on!” Daphne jumped off the couch. “I’ve got an idea.”
“But I’m eating!”
“It can wait.” She scampered toward the bedroom. “Come on!”
* * *
DAPHNE
“This is your great idea?” Tony toed a puck with his shoe.
“Don’t tell me you’ve never played shuffleboard before.” Daphne cocked a hand on her hip and gave him an oh-come-on look.
“Fine. I won’t.”
“You’ve been in the cruise industry for how long?”
“Long enough.”
“And not a single game?”
He shook his head.
“Wow. You really meant it. You need to find some hobbies, Tony. Life’s not all about sex.”
He frowned and Daphne ignored it. The man needed a good game to loosen him up. It would give him a chance to think about anything other than his raging libido. She set up her shot and gave the puck a good shove. It sailed into the seven triangle.
She grinned. “Your shot.”
Tony took his place at the end of the rectangle.
“Give it a nudge. Too hard and—”
Tony launched the puck down the shuffleboard and clear off into the walkway. “Shit.” He hustled after it and Daphne laughed.
“Told you so.”
A few rounds later, Tony had gotten the hang of it. He’d even smiled.
“See, this is fun. Admit it.”
He shrugged. “Maybe a little.”
She grinned. “Tell me something about yourself.”
“What do you mean?”
“Anything.”
Tony focused on the board. “I make a killer lasagna.”
“I can’t wait to taste it.” Daphne stepped closer and nudged him with her hip. “What else?”
He grumbled. “I don’t see why it matters.”
“I want to get to know you.” She poked his arm. “The real you under all the bravado.”
He focused on the board. “What if that’s all there is?”
“I don’t believe it.” She stepped back and let him take a shot. “How about college? Tell me about how you and Damon met.”
Tony exhaled and moved to the side. “Damon, Ian, and I all ended up in the same dorm freshman year. We just clicked.”
“Who’s Ian?”
“A friend. He lives up the coast in Midnight Cove.” He glanced up. “Ever heard of it?”
Daphne shook her head. “Nope.” She gave her next puck a nudge and it sailed down to rest in the eight square. “Tell me more.”
Tony ran a hand through his hair. “There’s not much to tell. We partied, graduated, went into business together. That’s it.”
It was her turn to frown. She’d never get to know him if she had to pry any info out of him one question at a time. “What about your family?”
He snorted. Sore subject?
“They’re not worth your time.”
Daphne exhaled. “I wish I could be so matter of fact. I haven’t spoken to my parents in months and all I feel is guilt.”
“You don’t get along?”
She picked at a chip in her nail. “Let’s just say they are more interested in having a good time than being good parents.”
“Sounds familiar.”
She looked up. “Your parents were hippies, too?”
Tony laughed. “No. Try too busy to pay attention to their kid. I got sent to boarding school as soon as possible. Before that? I saw the nanny more than my mother.”
Oh. “Do you ever talk to them?”
He shook his head. “Not anymore. I tried for a while after college but my mother said I didn’t fit in with their lifestyle. Asked me to stop calling.”
Daphne swallowed. Here she thought her parents were bad. Her father lost every job he’d ever had because he couldn’t focus. Her mother forgot to buy groceries because she was too busy learning how to knit or make pottery.
They might be absentminded and terrible with money, but at least her parents loved her.
“I’m sorry, Tony. I didn’t know.”
He gave her a tight smile. “Now you do.” He motioned at the board. “It’s your turn.”
Damn it. She’d gone and ruined the mood. Now she understood why he kept people at a distance. If his own family pushed him away… God, had the man ever connected with anyone except Damon?
She pushed the puck, but her heart wasn’t in it anymore. It didn’t even score. “I’m not like that, Tony.”
“You want a do over?”
She grabbed his arm. “Not the shuffleboard. Your family. I would never push you away.”
He shook her off. “You can’t say that. What happens when this cruise is over?”
She paused.
“See. You’ll walk off this ship and forget all about me by the time you find your car.”
“That’s not fair.”
“No. But it’s the truth.”
Daphne looked up into his dark eyes and the pain he kept hidden shone inside them. She didn’t know what was going on with her or why she was letting herself get caught up in these two men. But she was too far in. Too far gone to turn away.
The cruise ended in three days and she’d have to make a decision. Try and make this work off the boat or say goodbye. She wasn’t ready to walk away. Not yet.
Daphne rose up on her tip toes and brushed her lips across his. “I can’t promise you forever. But I’m not walking onto the dock and forgetting about you. I can’t.” She pressed her lips into his and he gripped her by the arms, holding her close.
“Please tell me we can quit this game.”
Daphne smiled. “As long as you admit I won.”
He let her go. “Fine. You won.”
She didn’t like seeing Tony quiet and lost in his own thoughts. Between him and Damon, he’d been the one to toss her on the bed and tickle her until she couldn’t breathe. He’d been the one always working to make her laugh. She wanted that guy back.
Not the one lost in the past with old heartache. She wrapped her fingers around his and tugged him down the deck.
Whooping and hollering and a handful of cat calls caught her ear. “What’s that?”
Tony checked his watch. “Probably the wet T-shirt contest. It starts right about now.”
Daphne stumbled. “You have a wet t-shirt contest here?”
“Of course. It’s a singles cruise. Think of every dirty spring break game you’ve ever heard of; you’ll find it here.”
Daphne laughed. This really was another world. They rounded the corner and the spectacle stopped her still.
Women in bikini bottoms and thin white t-shirts stood up on stage while a man with a microphone called out for more volunteers.
“Two more! We need two more! Come on ladies, don’t be shy!”
Men and women hollered in the crowd, holding bottles of beer in the air and cheering. She’d never done a crazy spring break when she was younger. Was this what she’d missed out on?
Everyone was laughing and carrying on. The women on stage were hamming it up, flashing their tits and shaking their behinds. She laughed at the spectacle.
Her whole life, she’d been so focused on checking the right boxes and doing the right thing, the craziness of youth passed her by.
She stole a glance at Tony. Shuffleboard was a bust. What if she did something a little more… his style? She didn’t have on a bikini, but surely a lace bra and matching panties would get the job done. She glanced down at her chest. Mr. Hopkins thought she had a rack worthy of attention.
Maybe she should find out, spring break style. She pictured him standing there in the crowd as the water soaked her shirt. Careful there boss, wouldn’t want to poke your eye out. She giggled and squeezed Tony’s hand before letting go.
“What are you doing?”
“Entering the contest!” Daphne flashed him a grin before heading toward the stairs.
“No! Daphne! What about your job?”
She turned around. “Screw my job. I’ve spent my whole life following the rules. I’ve been the good girl so that I can what? Work for someone who’s too busy staring at my boobs to see how valuable I am? I might as well give him something to really stare at.”
“You’ve lost your mind.” He reached for her.
“No. I think I’m finding it.” She shimmied away from him. “It’s like you said, we’re on a singles cruise, I should enjoy it.”
Tony’s brows furrowed. “Don’t do this.”
“What, don’t tell me you’re jealous.” Daphne pouted at him. “Big, full of himself Tony Gareaux can’t handle it if his girl is up on stage? Well, too bad, Mister. For once, I’m going to be the show. Try to enjoy it.”
Daphne spun around and cut through the crowd before he could say another word. He wasn’t going to ruin this for her. She was going to get out there and make a fool of herself. It’d be like a do-over for her entire high school and college experience.
She might not have gone drinking under the bleachers or smoked a cigarette in the girls’ bathroom, but she was going to get up there and show that whole crowd the pair of boobs that had saved a movie star’s ass. Yes, she was.
“One left! I need one more volunteer!” The announcer called out to the crowd as Daphne reached the stairs.
“Me! I’ll do it!”
She waved at him and he bent down to take her hand. “Fabulous. Head that way and grab a t-shirt.” He looked her up and down before covering the microphone with his hand. “No bikini?”
