by Desiree Holt
Another quick look at his ever-ready erection and Sonia knew what she had to do. “Come on, I know a great place we can talk and look at the water.”
Fifteen minutes later Sonia led Evan up to the highest balcony and through a door to a secluded spot overlooking both the ship and the sea. No one else was around.
“Wow.” Evan turned in a slow circle, admiration evident in his hoarse tone. “This is amazing. How did you find it?”
She shrugged, casually taking in the thick steel, plastic and tile wall preventing others from viewing them from the waist down. Perfect. She mentally high-fived herself before answering Evan.
“I had a lot of free time today,” she sent him a disapproving look, “so I looked through all the brochures they left in my cabin. The fake crow’s nest was described in one of them.”
“Man, this view is breathtaking.”
“I’ll say it is,” she agreed and slowly walked to the door and flipped the lock. Sonia might be naïve about a lot of things, but she knew when a man was in needless pain.
Evan reached out for her and kissed both her cheeks before pressing a gentle kiss on her lips. “Thank you for sharing this place with me. I can’t believe we have it all to ourselves.”
“Just wait,” she murmured, maneuvering Evan until he stood with his hands braced on the steel rail and his legs apart. In a move designed to surprise him Sonia whipped off the t-shirt he insisted on wearing after they left the pool and threw it to the floor.
“Angel, what are you up to?” A flush of desire darkened his skin.
“I’m hungry,” she answered simply and licked her suddenly dry lips.
“Then let’s get out of here. I think they serve brunch until two thirty.” His voice trailed off when she jerked his trunks down and off.
In a fluid motion she moved around to face him then dropped to her knees.
“Mmm, yummy.” Not knowing what had gotten into her and not really caring, Sonia wrapped both hands around Evan’s heavily veined cock.
“Oh angel, that feels so good.” His voice was low and hoarse.
“Maybe this will feel even better.” Sonia dropped her head and let the thick wet tip of his cock spread her lips. Eagerly she sucked him in, lashing the sensitive top with the flat of her tongue. One hand cupped and stroked the weight of his balls beneath his heavy erection.
“Oh yeah, damn…angel…oh yeah, let me fuck your mouth.” Just as before, his strong hands slid into her hair, tilting her head back for deeper penetration. “Shit! Fuck yes, angel.”
Sonia opened her mouth wider, sucking Evan harder and deeper until she felt the head of his cock probing the back of her throat. She loved his musky, salty flavor, the harsh desperation in his cries of pleasure. The way he grabbed onto her so tightly as if she were necessary to his pleasure.
Evan’s thrusts lost their rhythm as she wrested control from him. She continued to tease him with her tongue. To gently rake her teeth down his now wet length. She gloried in the shudders that racked his long lean form, especially because she knew she was the one causing them.
“Suck me, angel, come on, baby.” His breath sawed in and out of his lungs while sweat trickled down his flat, tanned stomach. “Oh fuck, angel….that’s it…shit.”
She cupped his balls with both hands and began to squeeze rhythmically. When he reached down and tried to pull her off his body, she resisted.
“Angel,” he pleaded, desperation and need layering his husky voice. “I’m going to come, angel. Want to do it inside you…please.”
As much as she’d love to feel his thickness pounding heavily in her achingly empty pussy, Sonia needed to feel his seed in her throat, to take in his essence and flavor with her mouth. Instead of letting him pull her away she sucked harder, tightening her lips around his enormous width, encouraging him to increase his speed.
His low moan resonated through her body.
“I love fucking your mouth, angel. So sweet, so good.”
The need and passion thickening his voice excited Sonia with the realization she alone had created them.
“Close, so close.”
Callused hands held her head still—while his hips bucked and thrust deeper into her mouth. She took it all and teased him for more with her tongue, teeth and lips.
“Fuck!” he yelled. That voice raised the hair on the back of her neck, but before she could understand why, Evan’s cum spurted into her mouth in heavy and hot salty surges.
Sonia swallowed everything she could, licking his softening erection until Evan sank to his knees in front of her. His naked body gleaming with sweat under the afternoon sun as he rested his exhausted body against hers.
“That was… You are…”
Hearing him stumble over words gave Sonia a rush of pleasure and satisfaction.
“Damn, angel.” He finally managed the two words before lifting her to capture her lips in a kiss of gratitude and domination. “I can taste myself on your lips.”
“Does it excite you?” she whispered.
“What do you think? The only thing that would be better would be if I’d gotten to eat you out first and we shared both flavors.”
Sonia stroked his semihard cock. “So what do you think of the view here?”
“I think that we didn’t even have to leave the cabin to get the ship’s best view.” Evan gently pushed her to the floor and began to quickly remove her bikini and sarong. His dark gaze was glued to Sonia’s curves. “The best view is right in front of my eyes.”
Sonia moaned as Evan leaned down and captured her aching nipple in his mouth before using his teeth to tug on the sensitive flesh.
Chapter Six
“You know there’s nothing that says we have to go,” Evan protested for the hundredth time since they left the cabin.
While Sonia felt flattered that he wanted to spend all his time with her, she needed food and air. None of which she’d get if she remained in her cabin with Evan. After a hard, fast fuck on the floor of the Eagle’s Nest, they’d thrown their clothes on and raced to the nearest room. Which turned out to be Sonia’s with a reminder of dinner times and cruise regulations and restrictions.
”I’m not sure I can recover this fast,” Evan told her.
She reached into his swim trunks and wrapped her fingers around his cock. “I think I feel a rapid recovery,” she teased.
Both were surprised to find that his cock was almost fully hard again.
“It must be you,” he said. “This never happens this fast.”
I hope so.
They were more than half an hour late to dinner, but Evan didn’t seem to care.
“We’ll order room service and I’ll eat dinner off you,” he whispered in her ear before giving the tender lobe a gentle nip.
“Evan, behave please.” She almost laughed at his pouty lower lip but knew better than to encourage his behavior. “If you had your way we wouldn’t leave the cabin until after we dock Sunday.”
Appetizer plates were just being cleared as they entered the large ballroom. Sonia scouted around for two free seats in the large dining room, cursing the romantic low lighting that made seeing three feet in front of her face hard.
“And what’s so wrong with that?” her new lover demanded, not bothering to help in her search for a table they could join. “At least I know I’ll enjoy any time I spend with you.” His lip curled ever so slightly at the room’s occupants. “Which is a hell of a lot more than I can say for these people.”
Frustrated, she turned on him, poking one finger into the iron wall of his chest. “If you don’t like these cruises and you don’t like the people on them, why the hell did you pay to be on one?”
She watched him shift uncomfortably, his eyes darting away. “Hey, I see some chairs over there. Come on.” He twined their fingers together then took off across the room, leaving Sonia no choice but to follow or get dragged behind.
What the hell had gotten into him?
The table where they found seats
was just off the dance floor. Again the décor was strictly Valentine’s Day. Red tablecloths had white hearts scattered over them, and red and white candles flickered in the draft from the air-conditioning. Bottles of red and white wine had been placed on the table and each wineglass had a red ribbon tied around it. Several of the bottles were already half empty.
One of the women at the table started laughing and Sonia looked up to see what was so funny.
“I hope the staff doesn’t think all we need is one of these,” the woman grinned, holding up a package wrapped in red plastic.
Sonia lifted her napkin to find she had a similar package resting there. Taking a closer look at it, she realized it was a red condom, wrapped in red. Through the plastic she could see the latex was decorated with tiny white hearts. She’d love to have been the person taking the order for this item. Heat crept up her cheeks and she wondered if she was blushing as deeply red as the favors.
Evan’s hand slid into her lap, his fingers pressing the folds of her gown into her crotch, and leaned over to put his lips close to her ear.
“I know I’m going to need a lot more than these two—yours and mine. Wonder if they have any more. These look interesting.”
Sonia knew she was blushing again. “Ssh. People will hear you.”
His soft chuckle vibrated in the shell of her ear. “Do you think anyone is even interested in us? Look around the table. What do you see?”
Evan was right. Each couple was totally engrossed in themselves, to the point of suggestive touches and even some discreet groping. Nobody cared what Evan and Sonia were doing.
“Lord,” she said. “We could strip naked and lie down on the table and I don’t think anyone would pay attention.”
“Don’t tempt me.” Evan ran his tongue around her ear, then licked the lobe before giving it a tender nip.
The waiter had arrived at their table, uncorked the wine and offered each person their choice of red or white. Evan lifted his glass and touched it to Sonia’s.
“To a repeat of last night,” he murmured, his gravelly voice hoarse and low. “And many more.”
“The cruise has only one more night after tonight,” she reminded him.
“I’m well aware of that. And again I said, to many more nights of the same kind of pleasure.” He clinked his glass against hers again and took a deep swallow of the Merlot he’d chosen.
Does that mean he wants to see me after the ship docks? Surely not. A man like him must have every kind of eye candy hanging on his arm. I don’t even know what he sees in me.
“You’re thinking again.” Evan’s words cut into her mental wanderings. “I think we should hit the dance floor before they bring our salads. Less time to think, more time for me to hold you tightly against me.”
As they rose from their chairs, the music stopped and the band leader stepped to the microphone.
“Ladies and gentlemen.” Everyone looked up at his words. “We are about to have our first Valentine’s Dance of the evening. Please note the hearts twirling overhead.”
Everyone tilted their heads back to see hearts covered with sequins twisting and turning.
“As we play this next dance,” the man continued, “each time you find yourselves beneath one of those hearts you must stop and kiss your partner. All in the spirit of our patron saint of this special day, Saint Valentine. Let’s see all of you on the dance floor.”
The band hit the first notes of a slow, bluesy number. Evan pulled Sonia tight against him, both arms holding her. She wrapped her arms around his neck and pressed her body to his, the familiar scent of clean linen teasing at her nose.
If only this were Chase. But at least I can inhale his scent.
They barely swayed to the slow notes of the song, their bodies touching from shoulder to thigh. She could feel his hard cock pressing against the soft flesh of her belly even through all the layers of clothing. It reminded her of its thickness filling her cunt, rubbing the inner muscles as he stroked her, the feel of it pulsing inside her as his release came in spurt after spurt.
“You must be thinking naughty thoughts.” His warm breath tickled her ear. “Your nipples are so hard I can feel them as if they were completely bare.” He nipped the side of her neck. “I’ll bet if I slid my hand between your thighs your sweet pussy would be dripping. Right?”
Sonia tried to find the right words to say but Evan interrupted her.
“Look, we’re under one of the special hearts. Time for a kiss.”
One hand traveled slowly up her spine until his fingers tangled in her hair at the nape of her neck. Holding her head still, he bent and pressed his mouth to hers, rubbing his lips over hers gently at first, then pressing his tongue against the seam so she would open.
God, he was drowning in her. The lips he touched were like perfect velvet, he melted in a well of liquid heat that burned his tongue the moment he thrust it inside. He plundered her welcome heat, savoring every inch of it, sweeping the roof of her mouth then tasting the satin of her gums. Not even the finest aged brandy could send this feeling of heat through his body.
He pressed her closer to him, his cock hard against the softness of her tummy. Her nipples were so hard he could feel them through all the layers of fabric. He wanted to rip off the top of her gown and take them one at a time into his mouth. He closed his eyes, remembering their dusky rose hue and the ripeness of their swelling when he’d sucked them the night before.
He had suspected that hidden fires burned beneath her surface appearance, but nothing he imagined could have come close to the real thing. No matter how many times he’d come last night, just looking at her made him hard again.
They had only tonight and tomorrow night. On the final one they’d be celebrating Valentine’s Day and he had a special gift for her. Would she accept it, or retreat behind the barriers she usually kept so effectively erected around her? He wanted so badly to reveal his secrets to her, but he was sure that would frighten her away and that was the last thing he wanted.
He lifted his mouth from hers and opened his eyes to see a rosy flush on her face, her own eyes heavy with pleasure. He kissed the tip of her nose in an attempt to lighten the mood.
“I believe the entrées have been served, madame. But we’ll dance again before the entrée arrives.” He slid his hands down her back again, cupping her firm buttocks. He couldn’t resist giving them a soft squeeze before releasing her and taking her hand. If only they were back in his cabin where he could touch every part of her delicious body. The last thing he was interested in putting in his mouth at the moment was food.
Sonia hoped she wasn’t trembling as Evan pulled out her chair and helped her into her seat at the table. She certainly felt shaky enough inside. It was bad enough that he made her weak with wanting the moment his cabin door closed behind them. But now, it seemed, just his touch, his kiss—and in full view of everyone—liquefied her and turned her bones to jelly. Not to mention the insistent throbbing that had set up in her cunt, or the aching need burning her nipples.
Good lord, what was happening to her? She had known this man for just over twenty-four hours and she was already addicted to him. To his hoarse, gravelly voice that often was reduced to a whisper. To his touch, his caress. To the thought of his cock inside her, riding her to completion.
Well, she’d arrived on the “Valentine’s Cruise to Nowhere” determined to take advantage of the opportunity to kick over the traces without anyone knowing who she was. If she couldn’t have Chase, she could at least have a man who made her hotter than the midday sun. And who found her more than desirable. She’d be sure to have plenty of memories to keep her warm at night when she couldn’t have the real thing. She’d been so stupid to run from his room at first. Thank the fates they’d bumped into each other on deck and she’d swallowed her reservations.
Sonia barely tasted the food in front of her. Evan’s hand on her thigh kept her completely distracted. If her poor pussy got any wetter she was liable to slide right o
ff the seat.
When the dishes had been cleared away, Evan took her hand and led her to the dance floor again. This time they barely made it through the first few bars of music before he danced her under one of the spinning hearts. If his kiss before had been predatory, this one was even more voracious. His tongue probed every inch of her mouth, then withdrew allowing him to pull at hers with his lips.
One hand held her head in place while the other squeezed her ass. If she’d thought his cock was swollen before, she was sure it must be enormous now. Liquid coated the insides of her thighs and she clung to his shoulders to keep herself from falling.
He broke the kiss and slid his lips across her cheek to her ear. “I think we can forget the rest of this dinner and give the party favors a try, don’t you? I don’t think I’ve ever used a red condom before.”
“Yes,” she breathed, barely able to get the word out.
“You’ll have to excuse us,” he told the others at the table when he retrieved his condom and Sonia’s. “I just received an urgent call.”
“I’ll be you did,” the man who’d been sitting on the other side of Sonia laughed. “I think we’re all getting that same call.”
As Evan led her through the ballroom to the door, one of the women called out, “Have fun.”
“I intend to,” Evan growled in his hoarse voice. “A great deal of fun.”
* * * * *
Tonight they couldn’t wait to get out of their clothes, fingers fumbling with buttons and zippers as they tried to help each other, the activity punctuated by brief kisses and breathy chuckles. When they were finally naked, Evan lifted her and carried her to the bed, arranging her so her legs were spread wide and her arms were at her sides.
He insisted on the blindfold again. Sonia was more accepting of it tonight, smoothing her fingers over the soft silk he used to cover her eyes. A tiny smile turned up the corners of her full, sensuous lips. She was enjoying this. Evan suppressed a chuckle. He’d taken a chance and coaxed her into it, both pleased and surprised when she made no objections. Once it was in place, he removed his own mask.
