by Lacy Carter
“Yes. We just need to get it out of our system,” Chad said.
“I-I don't know,” Bonnie finally answered as her eyes flickered and frown lines appeared.
“I think you do,” Chad said. He walked her back, until she was pressed up against the wall.
Bonnie had no other option but to stand her ground; her back was to the wall, figuratively and literally now. She held her breath, anticipating the moment their lips would touch. His large hand gripped the back of her neck and massaged it sensually.
Her trembling was a telltale sign that she had been waiting for this moment – and it didn't disappoint. Chad pressed up against to her. Their chests rose and fell against each other. She needed to kiss him, needed to feel him, needed to taste him.
Chad leaned down, tilted her chin, and kissed her. She burned from the sensation of his tongue slipping between her lips, stealing her breath. Bonnie's legs tingled with excitement. His fingers traced her delicate jawline and she rubbed his chiseled cheekbones.
Bonnie felt his cock harden, it's distinct firmness pressed into her belly. Feeling his stiffness, she knew he wasn't going to be satisfied with a kiss. She parted her lips, succumbing to the pent up frustration from all the taunting and teasing and apprehension.
The sound of her moaning told Chad that the kiss held the promise of more. A bolt of pure lust throbbed and spasmed along his cock. He ground it against her, held her in his arms, and she felt the sizzling heat of his body.
Their fingers interlocked. Bonnie whimpered. She broke her fingers away from his then and interrupted their kiss by shoving him away. She held his gaze. Both of their eyes flared with heat.
“Fucking tease,” he said, his voice was deep, enjoying the challenge.
Bonnie kept him at a distance; it wasn't her intention to tease, she just needed her brain to catch up with her eager body. The kiss was mind-blowing. Alarm bells sounded in her head.
When her body caught up, her hands tightened on his t-shirt, as if they acted on their own accord. She lifted his tee above his chest, revealing his perfect abs.
“Holy hell,” Bonnie said under her breath.
Helping her, Chad took his tee off and threw it aside. He stood back and waited. “You know what to do.” Chad smiled. He wasn't the silver tongue type of guy, more the direct I'm-going-to-fuck-you type.
It was enough for Bonnie. She removed her clothes in silence. Seeing her white laced panties wet as she removed them made her feel a tinge of embarrassment. As she bent over, his hand flattened over her tailbone and worked its way up her spine. Her insides clenched. Straightening, Bonnie released a tiny gasp as Chad's looming figure descended onto her. He pressed a kiss to her neck just below her ear.
“You’re beautiful,” he said. “And tonight… you're mine.”
He curled his fingers around her neck, held her tight, and alternated between nipping her ear and kissing her neck. She released a low cry.
“I'm scared of you, Chad… if we do this, I’m not sure I’ll be able to leave you.”
“Shh!” Chad pressed his finger to her lips. “After tonight, you won't want to leave me.”
His fingers ran over her skin, feeling goosebumps. He smiled as her stomach quivered from his touch. His fingers worked their way down to her inner thighs; they searched for her clit and at the same time, his tongue invaded her mouth.
Pushing his fingers inside her, they stirred every part of her warmth, her wetness. He drew his fingers back, pushed them deeper into her, and rubbed her clit with his thumb.
“Chad,” she moaned, thrusting her pelvis towards him, eager for more.
The swell of his cock made him want to thrust mercilessly into her. Cupping her breast, he rolled her erect nipples between his thumb and forefinger, and her breathing became more erratic as she responded to his touch. Her muscles clenched around his fingers.
He rubbed her ass cheek and withdrew his fingers from her swollen lips.
“Damn…” Chad said. “You're making me so fucking hard, it hurts.”
“Maybe I can remedy that,” Bonnie said. She undid his pants and left them hanging low on his hips as she got to her knees.
His thick cock was inches from her face. Automatically, she opened her mouth and used her tongue to flick the tip of his cock.
Chad, enraptured, groaned, as the light, wet, warmth of her tongue teased him. He grabbed the full length of her hair and guided her to his twitching cock. She used his encouragement to pick up the pace, and she moaned as she enveloped him with her mouth. Her hot mouth pinched and twisted around the tip of his cock, demurely taking him inch by inch.
“Jesus fucking Christ, Bonnie,” he said, grunting. “Your mouth is amazing.”
He watched her in awe, the intensity kicked up a notch as she wrapped a hand around his shaft and pumped the base while sucking hungrily.
“That's it, fuck,” Chad exclaimed passionately.
Bonnie's head spun. Tasting Chad sent a thrilling shockwave throughout her body. His glistening tip was salty, musky, and manly. He was so masculine. She settled into a faster and faster rhythm. Chad's entire frame vibrated.
Energetically, Bonnie drew her hand up his long length and sucked with more vigor. She made it to the point where she felt light-headed and almost gagged. But she kept on sucking greedily, as Chad stared down to see her mouth filled with his cock.
Exhaling forcefully, Chad pulled her away from him.
Bonnie looked up at him, gaping with a quizzical expression.
“You almost made me cum. I can't have that,” Chad said.
Standing, Bonnie kept her eyes on him, soaking up the sight of his iron jaw and sexy gray eyes. He moved to her, claimed her lips, and kissed her fiercely.
“Get on the bed,” Chad said, his voice hoarse, deep.
Chad went to his dresser and removed a condom. He opened it with his teeth, slipped it on his cock, then turned and stared into Bonnie's eyes. He lifted her and lowered to the bed, causing her to gasp in surprise. Slowly, he pulled her legs apart, paused, and appreciated the beauty between her legs.
When he inhaled deeply, Bonnie closed her eyes, feeling as if her cheeks were on fire. He smothered his face into her pussy, devouring her like a starving man sat before a feast. She never knew a man could perform so well. Please don't stop. Her lips clamped shut, her eyes fluttered, and she moaned. When he brushed her clit with his tongue, she jolted up off the bed. This only seemed to encourage him to settle on her swollen bud, flicking his tongue left and right, faster and faster. Her mind was transported into a world of bliss.
“Oh, god, Chad, I'm coming!” she screamed.
The explosion of ecstasy that tore through her insides was bright and earth-shattering. She passed out momentarily, during which time the involuntary convulsions took over. She came completely apart. Her hips bucked as she tried to ride his face. His tongue dipped inside, tasting her in long lush, leisurely licks.
Bonnie’s eyes were tightly shut, the world in her head imploded into a million flashes of light. Snapping her eyes open, Chad’s smoky gazed locked on her face. There was a raw edge to his gaze, dark, seductive, and fiercely aroused. His lips curved into a provocative smile.
“Turn around,” he whispered. “I want you doggy-style.”
Bonnie's heart thundered uncontrollably. As she positioned herself, slight tremors made it difficult for her to keep still. His large hands clutched her buttocks possessively, but they steadied and stilled it, and rubbed over her flesh. Without warning, he slapped her butt. Bonnie inhaled sharply. In response, Chad pressed his lips on her butt cheek and kissed it.
“Relax. I'm going to make sure you enjoy it,” he said, gripping her calves to position and pull her closer to him.
She was vaguely aware of movement between her inner thighs; he was lining himself up. He pulled her back and fastened his hands around her hips. Sheer anticipation forced her to grip the pillow in front of her.
His pulsing cock teased her already throbbing e
ntrance. Chad recalled how tight she was the last time, and was pretty sure she hadn't gotten used to his size yet. She was tight and wet. The wetness was partly due to his saliva, but mostly from when she came. Aroused and yearning for more, tiny whispers escaped her lips.
He couldn't wait any longer and slid his hard length inside her tightly cinched walls. Yup—like a fucking vice grip! He wanted her to know why they called him Mr. Steel. But she was so hot and tight that she could have melted steel. Chad cursed and grunted, whereas Bonnie cursed and moaned. Their breath hummed in unison. Once she'd taken his full length, seeking to enjoy the heavenly sensation of being buried balls-deep, Chad held her still.
“Don't tease me, Chad. I want you to fuck me,” she shouted. “Fuck me, Mr. Steel.”
Chad began to move his thick length in and out of her. His breath became labored and his heart ricocheted in his chest. As he picked up speed, he curled down over her and placed both palms on either side of her. He needed the balance. She was so tight; it was as if his world were coming apart.
Every time Chad pounded into Bonnie, she pushed back with equal force. The king-sized bed rocked. Their bodies moved to an eager tempo to satisfy each other. Chad threaded his fingers through her hair and drew her up to face him. They kissed.
“Fucking hell, Bonnie,” Chad growled, knowing an overwhelming orgasm was on the horizon. “That's it, that's it.”
A haze of lust and longing clouded his sight. Her scent was intoxicating, the feel of her smooth skin and seductive cries of pleasure were an addiction. He surged in and out of her, unable at any point to release his fingers from her hair, which he forcefully gathered while she bucked her hips into him.
Her muscles clenched around his straining cock. The quivering tightness of her spasms fought to gain every ounce of his savagely sensual intrusion. His cock stroked against her G-spot over and over again.
Chad folded forward, wrapped an arm around Bonnie's neck, and imprinted her flushed cheek with a hot kiss. Pure bliss washed across her face. He was the cause. She owed her orgasm to him. And he wouldn't allow her to leave until pleasure wracked through her entire body.
“You're mine,” he growled in her ear. As he pushed in and out of her, he simultaneously massaged her clit as his manhood stroked the sensitive tissues of her inner walls.
“Yes,” she said, groaning. She released a sudden wail. Pleasure revisited every fiber of her being. Her orgasm hit like a tidal wave, crashing over her, drowning her in sensation, carrying her from oblivion to oblivion. She screamed.
“That's it babe,” he said. “I'm coming.” The eruption seized his body as he went from simmer to full boil in an instant. His orgasm ripped through him, and he rocked violently against her. His guttural roar shook the cabin. Then he felt his body drained of energy as he filled the condom, drawing it all out until he was boneless. He went weak.
Collapsing on the bed, they laid tangled in each other's arms. Sedated, they slept in the post-coital afterglow.
Before Bonnie drifted off, she heard Chad's voice, whisper…
“You're mine now.”
Chapter Eleven
Bonnie cracked open her eyes. The navy blue bed sheets were not her own, the king-sized bed was not her own, nor was the large cabin. Last night, Chad had his way with her and now she had a slice of humble pie to swallow. Would Chad make it easy? No such luck. She expected he would taunt her the first chance he got.
The curtains were drawn. Turning to peer out the window, seeing endless blue, she was instantly dazzled by the vibrant scene cast by the sun’s beam over the water, a perfect blue that looked computer generated. Although Bonnie could have watched the peaceful scene for hours, she had to leave before he returned. Silver morning sunlight washed into the room. The light’s rays combined with the white walls, a large mirror, and spaciousness, amplified the brightness of the room.
She was slightly concerned about Chad’s whereabouts. It was his cabin after all. At the best of times, she had trouble getting away from him. Yet, there she sat, in his bed, her naked flesh warmed by the morning sun, and no Chad showing up to take advantage of her? Bonnie couldn't hide her disappointment, nor could she fend off her paranoid and jealous thoughts.
She wondered if he was going to burst into the room with Leslie and the camera crew, just to show the world his latest conquest. Or if perhaps he had moved on to one of the other women, despite the fact that there were mostly wives on the ship; would that even stop a guy like Chad? Or if he couldn’t get to one of the wives, then maybe he would have gone after Leslie. Bonnie couldn't pretend she didn’t notice how Leslie watched him.
Suddenly, there was a ringing—her phone. It was Jill. She stared at her cell for a moment before answering it, unsure of how she would sound after the night she had.
“Hi Jill,” Bonnie said sleepily.
“You're awake, good. Why have you been avoiding my calls?” Jill asked. “Can't you take calls when they're not filming?”
“The reception is bad here, sorry,” Bonnie said. She was genuinely glad to hear from her friend.
“S’okay, I just want to know how you're holding up?” Jill asked. “And if you've read anything online?” Bonnie looked about for her clothes, which were nowhere to be seen.
“Yeah, um, great,” Bonnie said. “Hold on a sec, read what?”
“Nothing important. Just a few idiots on Twitter.”
“You didn’t call me—” Bonnie checked the time—“at eight in the morning about nothing.” She felt a vague sense of impending doom. “Now spill.”
“Okay then. There's been shitload of media buzz about you over the past few days—all negative.”
“Wow, what have they been saying?”
“What haven't they been saying! They're starting to dig into your life. I mean, they’ve even interviewed Henry. The general consensus is that you are not good enough for him.”
“What?” Bonnie sprung up. She heard footsteps. Chad. “Look, I have to go. Call you later, okay?”
“Okay, make sure you do. We have to discuss this,” Jill said and hung up in time for Chad to enter the rom. He looked magnificent in the bright light, his hard body radiating an arresting presence.
Tight and exuding an impression of raw carnal sexual demand, Chad approached her. Other than the towel that he used to dry his hair, he was completely naked. He padded across the room—naked as the day was long—to dive onto the bed.
“Chad,” Bonnie said in protest. She drew the sheets to her neck as a reflex and laid back down. He'd caught her off guard and she simply reacted. She was grateful that she had, otherwise Chad might have noticed her hardened nipples. Even so, she feared they poked through the thin fabric of the sheets.
“Good morning to you too sweet cheeks,” he said. “I've ordered breakfast.”
“Aren't they supposed to be filming us right now?” Bonnie glanced over at the door, expecting its implosion at any moment.
“Yeah, but I told Leslie that you were asleep,” he said. “She was pretty mad, especially when I told her if they disturbed you, I wouldn't film today.”
“But wouldn't that be breaching—wait, does she know about us?” Bonnie bolted upright. His eyes dropped down to her breasts and she pulled the sheets back up.
“I would think the whole ship knows after last night,” he said, giving her his knowing grin, before his fingers crawled beneath the bed sheets and up her thigh.
Bonnie slapped his hand. “Shit, I have to get back to my cabin,” she said. Discovering the audience didn’t want her to be with him made her want to leave as soon as possible. “Damn it, Chad. You could have at least told her I was hung-over in my room or something.”
“I thought the truth would be more appealing. Besides, you only had a few glasses of wine last night, hardly enough to leave you hung-over.”
“I've got to get back to my room. I need to be ready for today's filming,” She began to slide out of bed.
“Just how do you plan to sneak out of he
re?” Chad rested on his side. “I guarantee, step one foot out of here and you'll have cameras on you.”
Bonnie exhaled, her shoulders fell, and she sank back into the bed. “So what shall I do?” She didn't feel like doing the walk of shame all the way back to her room.
“Have breakfast with me, then I’ll go over to your room and grab your clothes. You can shower here.” Bonnie was reluctant, but she agreed all the same.
“By the way, where’d you put my clothes?”
Chad grinned.
After Chad agreed to get her clothes from the laundry room, he dressed while Bonnie slipped into a bathrobe and walked to the bathroom. Yet she couldn't help it as her gaze drifted over to Chad’s naked form. It was obvious why people would think he was too good for her; he looked too good for anyone. She would have been a fool to get too close to him, naïve to trust him, and blind to not see the obvious: it was only a matter of time before he hurt her.
