by Ancelli
“Of course I do. How else will I rub it in your face once the Lakers win?” He dug into his pocket and handed his cell over.
“Keep dreaming.” Destinee giggled. She was messing with Kyle. She couldn’t care less who won the NBA. All she cared about at that moment was seeing him smile. She took his cell from him and swiped the screen to life. Destinee stared at his wallpaper: it was a picture of his wife. She looked up at him. “I understand if our friendship stays here on this ship,” she stated softly.
“What?” He scrunched up his face in confusion. “No, that’s not what I want.”
Her lips curled into a half-smile, and she acted like she was entering her number into his contacts list. She handed the phone back over and Kyle caressed her hand. “Just friends…”
“For now.” Destinee picked up her fork and started eating, while Kyle just watched her. “We have five more days. Who knows what might happen? Someone might just get lucky…the question now is…who?”
Kyle gazed at her, and his lips slowly curled up into a naughty smile.
***
They strolled to the elevator hand in hand, and took it to the upper deck of the ship. Destinee glanced at the sky. “Maybe we’ll be lucky and see a shooting star,” she commented, walking in front of him. He smiled, remembering the night he met his wife. Dee was fascinated with stars.
Kyle couldn’t stop gazing at her ass. Every time she took a step, his mouth watered with desire. He could imagine being behind her as she screamed his name in ecstasy. “You believe in that myth?”
“I believe in anything that gives me hope.” She stopped walking and stared at him. “A little bit of wishing has never hurt anyone.”
“I’ve been wishing since the day I met you.” He opened the glass doors to the club. They entered the luxurious room. Kyle clutched her hand tighter as they maneuvered through the crowded space. A DJ spun records on the stage, right in front of the dance floor. He leaned down, making sure she could hear him. “Want something to drink?”
She nodded her head, and they made their way to the bar. “One rum and cola and a glass of red wine,” he yelled at the bartender. A few minutes later, the bartender returned with their drinks. Kyle handed her the glass, and picked his up off the counter.
In front of him, Destinee started moving from side to side in a sensual way. She turned around, observing the people dancing. He noticed the way men were gawking at her. She was looking radiant tonight. Her clothing fit her curves perfectly, too perfectly. Destinee’s shorts ended a few centimeters under her ass, and those damn pumps made her calves look amazing. Kyle took a long gulp of his drink. He didn’t like dudes looking at his date, especially horny men. Only he could look at her with desire. He placed his free hand around her waist, staking his claim. Kyle bowed his head and kissed her neck, making her giggle. “You look amazing tonight,” he said, nipping at the sensitive area under her earlobe.
“Thank you.” She continued moving to the beat. Destinee rolled her hips, and Kyle moved forward, letting her feel the effect she had on him. He was rock hard. Destinee turned her head to look up at him, her eyes wide with surprise. She inched forward.
“Are you running away from me?” He gently pulled her back, flush against him. Kyle could feel the beating of her heart. She wanted him just as much as he wanted her. Why was she denying him?
She ignored his question and let the music take control of her body. She swayed to the beat, and Kyle began moving to her rhythm.
Kyle sang and rapped to the song as she danced on him. “Let me see you take it off…”
Destinee rapped with the music, grinding against his manhood. Kyle’s dick strained against his zipper. It had been a long time since he’d had sex. After his wife left, he’d thrown himself into work. Working overtime, he barely saw his house. Some of his friends tried fixing him up with women, but he hadn’t been ready until now.
She turned in his arms and wrapped her hand around his neck, pulling him down to her level. She whispered in his ear, giving him goose bumps. “I don’t think I can run from you, do you?” she asked, and then she took a sip of her wine.
Kyle gazed back at her. “Don’t do this,” he mouthed. Another slow song started playing and she moved closer to him.
“I want you,” Kyle casually mentioned, making her choke on her wine.
“You want me?” Destinee cocked her eyebrow.
“Tonight, in my bed.” He held her gaze. Desire darkened Kyle’s eyes a shade.
She stopped dancing. “It’s only been three days.”
“And…I’m a big boy, and I say what I want, and right now I want you. Let’s stop beating around the bush.” He leaned forward, making sure no one else could hear him. “You want to fuck me just as bad as I want to fuck you.” He inched closer, barely touching her lips. “Baby, I will have you reaching for the stars up in the sky before I’m done with you.”
Her pussy tingled as he talked. His husky voice made her moist. Destinee wanted him bad. Her body yearned for the handsome man standing in front of her. She drank her wine in one long sip, and placed the glass on a tall table next to them. “I’ve heard that before,” she lied.
Kyle raised an eyebrow. “I doubt anyone can make your body sing like I can. You won’t be able to walk right for a few days.”
Destinee remained quiet, squeezing her thighs together. Her heart raced, and her chest heaved up and down, as she gazed into his lustful eyes.
“What happened, baby? Cat got your tongue?” he sassed back. “If you’re not ready, just say it.”
Destinee had thought she was ready, that she was going to get laid tonight, but with regret she said, “I’m not. Ready—”
“When you’re ready, you know where to find me.” He finished his drink and continued dancing. She assumed he was mad at her. He placed his glass next to hers, and took her hand, leading them over to the dance floor. Kyle wrapped his arms around her waist, dropping them low, then came back up, which made her chuckle.
Destinee was spellbound, watching him dance. She could just imagine the moves he would break out in the bedroom. He’d be her very own Magic Mike. They danced the night away, until one o’clock in the morning.
“It’s past my bedtime.” She covered her mouth.
“Let’s go.” Kyle wiped the sweat off his forehead with his sleeves. They exited the club, and she stopped.
“My feet hurt.” She slipped off one of her pumps, and massaged her toes. “I haven’t danced like that in a while.”
He raised his eyebrow. “Why did you wear high heels?” Kyle watched her as she kneaded her sole.
“For you…” Destinee pushed her foot back into her shoe.
“For me?” He pointed at himself. “I don’t care about that shit. You’re beautiful in anything you wear. I would find you sexy in a muumuu dress.” He made her giggle.
“Really? A muumuu?”
“Don’t ever do anything for anyone but yourself.” Kyle caressed her cheek with his thumb. “Are you going to able to make it to your room?”
“I’ll be okay.” She clutched his hand in hers. Kyle was being a gentleman, after what he’d professed. She looked up at the sky, and pointed. “Look! Look, a shooting star!” she shouted excitedly.
Kyle shook his head, and smirked.
Destinee closed her eyes. “Did you make a wish?” She gazed at him.
“My wish already came true.” He lovingly stared back at her.
Kyle squeezed her hand, and they continued walking. Why did they take the long way to their rooms? Her feet were killing her. She couldn’t take it any longer. Destinee released his fingers, and stopped dead in her tracks. “I was wrong. I have to take these off.”
He strolled up to her. “Put your hands around my neck.”
“Huh?” Destinee gave him a weird look, but he pouted his mouth. She circled her hands around his neck, and in a sudden move, he picked her up. Kyle wrapped his hands under her ass, tickling her thighs.
“What are
you doing?” She giggled. “I’m not a featherweight.”
Kyle kissed her nose. “I have you.” His biceps bulged; she felt his muscles. “I promise never to let you fall.”
His fingers caressed her ass cheeks. “Stop it!” She chuckled as he tried to slip his index finger under the elastic of her panties, and she slapped his hand. Destinee leaned her head on his shoulder as he carried her to her room.
He gently put her down at her cabin door. “I had a great evening.”
“Me too. Thank you for the ride.” She snickered. “I needed…”
He tipped her chin up with his finger, making her stare at him. “This isn’t just about sex.”
Destinee’s eyes misted.
“May I kiss you goodnight?” Kyle asked, inching closer.
“Yes…”
He bowed his head, giving her a sweet kiss on her lips; it was barely a tap. Destinee expected more as she got on her tiptoes, but Kyle backed away, and then caressed the side of her cheek. “I respect your decision.” He entwined their fingers together and then kissed hers. “Good night, angel.” Kyle stepped away, allowing her to swipe her card in the door slot, and waited for the green light.
Destinee pushed the door open. “Good night.” But instead of going to his room, he walked away, down the corridor. “Kyle!”
He turned around. “Yes?”
“Where are you going?” She leaned against the door.
“The night is still young.” He continued down the hall. “See you tomorrow at ten.”
Where the hell is he going? She didn’t have a right to be jealous; he was practically a single man. Destinee needed to get her shit together and stop playing with Kyle. Why couldn’t she just fuck him and get it over with? Destinee slipped off her pumps, replacing them with flats, and left her room. “I’m coming…” She hoped he didn’t mind her coming over so late. She strolled down the halls until she reached the room, and knocked.
“Damn girl, you look hot,” he said, moving to the side and letting her into his room.
“I hope it’s not too late.”
“I’m always here for you, no matter what time it is.”
“I needed to hear that.” She entered the room, closing the door behind her.
Chapter Four
Day Three (St. Thomas)
Kyle knocked on Destinee’s door, and waited. “Destinee.”
“Yes?” She strolled down the small hallway with a plate of fruit in her hand.
“We only have four hours in St. Thomas. Are you ready?” He stared at what she was wearing. Nope, she wasn’t ready. She had on sweats. “I told you to be ready by ten.”
She picked up a strawberry and bit into it. “Sorry, Kyle, I had to take care of something, and then I grabbed breakfast.” Destinee lifted the plate. “Give me ten minutes and I’ll be ready.”
He leaned on her door frame as she slipped her card into the slot. “You, ready in ten minutes?” He chuckled.
She rolled her eyes at him. “Yes, come in.” Destinee picked up a bag and went into her bathroom.
“I have a fun day planned for us.” He walked over to the balcony to give her some privacy. He had to control himself. She’d said she wasn’t ready to take it to the next level.
“Really, like what?” she yelled.
He wanted to make these next couple of days memorable for Destinee. Kyle wanted to make sure she knew what they had was more than just sex. He planned to leave an imprint in her soul, like never before. “I booked us a boat tour. I hope you don’t mind wetting your hair, because we’ll be doing some snorkeling. If you hurry up, they won’t leave us. I wish we had more time to explore the island, but I guess we’ll make it up tomorrow in Puerto Rico.”
“We’re on vacation.” She opened the door, and stepped out in a see-through black maxi dress with a white bikini underneath. “I don’t mind wetting my hair for a good cause.” She brushed it up in to bun. “In less than ten minutes.” She smiled. “What you think?” She twirled. “Too much?”
Kyle made his way into the room. “Babe.” He ogled her body. “You have to stop tempting me. I know I said I can wait, but damn…” He tapped her butt.
“Stop being silly.” She chuckled, smacking his hand from her ass. “With all these beautiful women on this ship?”
“But you’re the only one I have eyes for.” He inched closer.
Destinee moved out of his reach and opened the door. “Come on, you’re going to make us late.” She snickered.
Kyle had to fix himself. In time, in time, he said to himself. “It’s worth the wait,” he mumbled, closing the door.
***
Their day on the beautiful island began with mimosas upon their arrival on the fancy yacht. “This water is amazing.” Destinee gazed into the green-blue water as she boarded. Wildflowers decorated a long side table filled with refreshments: croissants, tropical fruits, local breads, coffee, tea, and fresh juices, so the guests could partake before they started the tour following the majestic coastline.
“Mmm.” Destinee took a bite of the fresh pineapple. “It’s so sweet,” she said, wiping the juice from her lips.
“You know what they say about pineapples?” He smirked, bending his head and licking the juice of the side of her mouth.
“What’s that?” She stepped back.
“It makes you taste sweeter.” Kyle glanced at her pelvis, making her shake her head.
“Stop being so nasty.” She picked up a slice of mango. “Here, taste.” Destinee fed him a piece.
“My grandma used to send us a box full of tropical fruits.” He chewed. Kyle couldn’t stop touching her. His hand rested on the arch of her ass, and at times, he would caress her butt cheek. “Are you a strong swimmer?”
“Yes, my…” She stopped herself, taking another bite of the fruit.
“Your what?” he asked, sitting down in the open area.
“My husband taught me how to swim.” She sat next to him. “Thank you for arranging all of this.” Destinee changed the subject. “I’ve never seen beaches this beautiful.”
“You’re welcome.” Kyle rested back in his seat, contemplating. All this time, she’d said “ex” but just now, she’d said “husband”. What was Destinee up to?
They started sailing alongside the coastline, and one of the crew members began talking. “St. Thomas is thirty-two square miles in size.”
Destinee gave the young man her full attention. Kyle could see the fishes through the blue water. The yacht soon slowed down, and it was time to go snorkeling.
Destinee stood, slipping off her dress. “I hope the water is warm,” she said, getting her snorkeling gear. Kyle swallowed, gawking from her breasts down to her navel. His manhood jumped, standing up for the occasion.
“It’s warm,” one of the local crew replied, staring at her ass. “Do you need help with that?” The guy watched her rub some sun block on her hands, then his gaze followed as she tried to slip on her fins. “I can guide you.”
“Nah, she doesn’t need any help.” Kyle stood, not caring about the effect she’d caused him. He bent down in front of Destinee, taking that moment to fix himself, and helped her with the fins. “How does it feel?” He tightened the straps.
“Like a fish.” She chuckled as she placed her snorkeling mask over her eyes.
He stood straight. “You missed a spot.” He picked up the bottle of sun block, and squeezed some cream onto his palms. Kyle moved behind her and rubbed his hands together, then massaged her shoulders, down to her back.
Destinee twisted her neck. “That feels good.” She closed her eyes. He kneaded her shoulders, his fingers massaging her tense muscles.
Kyle stopped, and started applying the cream on his face and neck. He pulled off his shirt. “Want to help me out?”
“Damn.” Destinee grinned as he squeezed some lotion on her hands, and reached up to rub his shoulders, but then she stopped and with her fingers, traced the tattoo on his chest, the ridges of his abs, leading down to th
e muscled V above the waistband of his shorts.
“I tamed him once already today.” He fixed himself again, and moved out of her reach. “Don’t start something you can’t finish.” Kyle slipped on his fins. Destinee didn’t say anything, gazing at him as he finished getting all his gear on. “Ready, babe?” He glared at the young man still ogling her.
Destinee staggered with the fins, over to the side of the ship. “This water better be warm.” She jumped in the water, making a splash. “Come on, Kyle!” As she treaded water, her voice sounded funny through the mask. “The water feels good.”
Kyle finished covering himself with sun block and dove in and swam up to her. “I’m ready when you are.” He smacked her ass. Destinee knew he wasn’t talking only about snorkeling.
“Ready.” They swam under, and discovered one of the Virgin Islands’ healthiest reefs, according to the guide. Destinee was amazed by all the tropical fish, coral, and starfish. Kyle pointed at a baby octopus behind a rock. They snorkel for a while, then took off the gear, and swam for a while.
“Look.” Destinee picked up a small, orange starfish.
Kyle slowly moved back.
“Are you afraid of this little star?” She followed him, and he swam away, making her laugh. “How could a big, muscular guy like you be afraid of a starfish?” She raised her voice so he could hear her.
“Hell, that shit might sting.” He floated on his back, staring at her.
Destinee threw it his way, and he went under. She searched the area for him. Kyle liked playing games. She swam over to where he had been, when out of nowhere, someone grabbed her ankle, bringing her down. Destinee kicked her legs, and someone’s hands crawled up her thighs to her stomach, making her chuckle. Destinee smiled when she saw him underwater. He came up and kissed her, and they made it to the surface. “You almost killed me,” she said, gasping for air.
Her hair was plastered to her forehead, and he moved the strands to the side. “Thank you for spending time with me. It means more than you know.” He cupped her face, and kissed her forehead.
