by Skye Warren
He shakes his head. “Let me tell you about what it’s like when I go home. Everyone in town is an ‘old friend,’ and they all want something from me. Even if someone genuinely just wanted to see me and spend time with me, I wouldn’t be able to tell if they were being genuine or just wanted something from me. The only person I can really trust is my mom--she raised me alone and she won’t even take money from me if I force it into her account. There is a double standard, but it’s not all in my favor. It’s impossible for me to know if someone is just using me or not. I haven’t had that real Christmas feeling you described for over a decade.”
“You’re not going to make me feel sorry for you.”
“I don’t want you to, wanting people to feel sorry for you is your thing.”
“Asshole.”
We finish eating in relative quiet. I notice that I’m thinking a lot about everything he said, even though I don’t want to. I don’t feel sorry for him, but I’m at least starting to understand him. That’s probably all he was trying to achieve.
“Let me show you my favorite part of this yacht,” Kieran says as we finish eating.
“Your weird sex dungeon?”
He stands up and reaches his hand out. I take hold of it, and I stand up with his hand still in mine.
He looks at me and licks his lips. “I don’t need a sex dungeon or a bunch of fancy equipment to make a woman cum.”
I laugh nervously, extremely conscious that he’s holding my hand. “Where is your favorite part of the yacht then? ”
He guides me up a floor, and he leads me outside onto a big deck with outdoor couches circling a large glass bowl filled with firewood.
“Is this where you sacrifice kidnapped virgins?”
“Oh, you’re a virgin?” He pulls me closer to the firepit. “You look a bit old to be--”
I laugh out loud as the cold wind whips across me. My dress is revealing way too much skin to the frigid air. “I can’t believe you just called me old.”
He smiles. “I didn’t call you old, but if you were still a virgin...well, I’d be surprised to say the least.”
I roll my eyes. “Of course I’m not, does that save me from being sacrificed?”
“Beautiful young women still make good sacrifices,” Kieran says, eyeing me up and down. “I could--”
I shove him. “You’re just trying to recover by calling me young. That’s weak and transparent.”
“You’re right,” he says. “You know your own age. It shouldn’t matter what I think about it.”
He takes some tools out from beneath the firepit, and soon there are embers burning. I move closer to the pit, wanting to feel the heat offer me some relief. Still, I shiver, as it takes a while for the fire to build up.
I feel warm, hard hands on my bare shoulders, and then a coat being draped over me. It’s Kieran’s jacket. I turn back to smile up at him, and see he’s wearing just his white shirt and tie now. He wraps the jacket tighter around me, then leans closer into me.
The heat from the flames starts to make me feel toasty, and the light from the dancing flames hits his face just right. It looks like his eyes are burning as he leans closer to me. I lick my lips as he crosses the threshold--he’s way past what I’d consider personal space. There’s no reason for him to be this close, unless….
My mouth opens as he leans further in. All the way in. His lips crush against mine, and I do nothing to stop him. I realize I’ve wanted him to do this for hours now, and if he hadn’t, I’d have felt disappointed and rejected.
But he is doing it--he’s kissing me. His warm lips and wet tongue press into me. I meet his tongue with mine, and though the air rushing around us is icy and cold, his body is warm against me, and the small space between our lips and tongues--the only space that matters right now--is burning hot.
It reminds me of the feeling on Christmas, of being nice and warm and toasty with new socks and a new sweater on Christmas morning. It’s freezing outside and snow is everywhere, but in that intimate space with family, everything is warm and wonderful.
But this isn’t family, this is Kieran, and he’s fucking kissing me on his yacht. I no longer feel separated from him because of his wealth. He’s just a guy--an incredibly handsome and charming one--that I’m hoping wants to do more than just kiss me.
We kiss under the stars, cold wind, and moonlight until the fire is raging. When I finally pull away, my skin feels electrified, and I can’t look away from him.
“You see why this is my favorite place on the yacht?” He asks, smirking.
I nod.
“Are you sure you don’t have a sex dungeon?” I ask. It’s an awkward way of telling him that I want him to take me to bed. Sarcasm is a crutch, but it’s one I’m not going to let go of anytime soon.
“Any room we go to can become a sex dungeon,” Kieran says, gripping my waist. “I think we should.”
I give the meekest, slightest hint of a nod, and he grabs me and pulls me back inside.
I’m not fast enough for him, so he scoops me up into his strong arms, and he carries me back into the warmth.
I don’t see where we are going, but soon enough we’re in a big bedroom with satin sheets and beautiful, polished wood floors.
He throws me straight down onto the bed, then pulls his jacket off of me. I was hoping things would progress this way, but it happened so fast that my head's still spinning.
Kieran looks down at me as I lay on the bed, and he loosens his tie while biting his lip.
“Is this where you would have taken her?” I ask.
“Who?”
“Haley...Doro 2.0”
“There’s only you, Doro.”
Jesus, he knows just the right thing to say.
“I want that dress off of you.”
My face burns. “So you give it to me, and then you take it away?”
“Yes.”
“What about you?” I ask.
“I’m not wearing a dress. Now take it off.”
I gulp, and I stand up off the bed. Kieran’s eyes take me in as I undress. I realize I should do it slowly--that’s probably what he wants--but it makes me feel self-conscious, so once I get the dress down a bit and it’s not tight against me, I just let the whole thing drop down to the floor.
His eyes widen, as I’m buck naked beneath the dress.
“I feel like a kid on Christmas morning,” Kieran says. “I haven’t felt that for a long time.”
I blush and look up at him--still fully clothed. “Aren’t you going to--”
He’s suddenly on me. He presses me down onto the bed, and before I can say a word, his lips are on my neck. His warmth encompasses me, and my bare skin presses against his silky smooth shirt. I wish he’d take his shirt off--and everything else with it--but I know him well enough by now to know that he’s just teasing me.
He works his way down my neck, to the dip in my collarbone, and soon he’s dangerously close to the supple flesh of my breasts.
His breath is hot on my skin, and the last remnants of the cold from outside disappear as Kieran’s body warms me up. He cups my breast with his hand and pushes his lips against it. I start to moan, and I squirm as I feel the heat build up between my legs.
He squeezes my breasts and his lips kiss across me, working toward my nipples, which I realize are hard and pointing out--not just from the cold.
“Please,” I moan, “Do it.”
He ignores me, lingering just around my areolas, squeezing my breasts but leaving my oversensitive nipples deprived.
“Don’t be an asshole,” I say, my voice pleading.
“You’ve called me an asshole several times tonight,” he says, licking circles around my nipples. “I wouldn’t want to make you into a liar.”
I grab the back of his head and press him right into my nipple. He laughs, but he takes me into his mouth and sucks my hard nipple while he massages it with his tongue.
I arch my back and squeal--it feels so damn good--and I feel
my pussy become soaked as Kieran’s mouth sucking on my breast completely overpowers me.
He works his magic all over my breasts, until I’m writhing and moaning beneath him. I tug at his clothes, managing to undo a few of the buttons on his shirt.
Finally he stops to unbutton the shirt himself. He does it slowly and deliberately, and he never breaks eye contact with me. As his shirt falls open, I see an incredible six-pack--hard and defined--which leads down to a razor sharp V-cut.
I bite my lip as he throws the shirt off and away. I reach up and press my hands against his strong biceps. I feel the muscles bulging beneath my hands, and I move them up toward his wide shoulders.
Kieran’s hands run down my waist and hips. I begin to explore his body, and as I run my hands across the hard ridges of his abs, Kieran reaches my hips.
He squeezes me, his fingers wrapping around and touching my ass. He tries to look between my legs, but I squeeze them together to hide myself.
“What’s the point of being shy?” He asks.
“You can tease me, but I can’t tease you?”
He laughs. “Fair enough, I guess I won’t go down on you then.”
I spread my legs now without hesitation. I don’t want to risk him taking the teasing so far that he holds out on me any longer.
He pulls me by my ankles, and I slide across the bed until I’m right in front of him.
“God, you smell good,” he says.
I look down at him, waiting, and his tongue presses against my wet outer lips. I stifle a moan and bite my lip. I’m not being shy, it’s just...I guess I’m not used to doing it in a fucking yacht in the middle of the open sea. Usually I have to make at least some effort to stay reasonably quiet.
His tongue works its way toward my clit, and all the stress and tension melt out of my body. Warm electricity wraps around me, flowing from between my legs and out toward my entire body.
My thighs clench around him, pushing him deeper into me. His lips press against my clit, and my hips buck against him. He grabs my thighs with his hands and squeezes as he sucks me toward glorious orgasm.
I squeeze my own breasts and tweak my nipples as Kieran’s gorgeous mouth works me just the way I need.
My wetness is surging, and I know he can taste me. I start to wonder what he’ll look like totally naked, and I long for his cock to be inside me.
My clit swells beneath him, and he drinks up my juices as I begin to come against him. His grip tightens on me, and his mouth presses hard against my soaking wet pussy. My heart pounds against my chest as my whole body rises. Kieran moves in unison with me, never letting his tongue leave my clit.
I scream as loud as I can, taking full advantage of our isolation. My orgasm feels larger than the sea around us as the warm electricity blasts through me in torrential waves. I dig my nails into Kieran’s bare shoulders, but he doesn’t let off me for even a moment--he doesn’t yield an inch.
I cum so hard against him that I worry I won’t have the energy left to satisfy him as well, and when he finally lets go of me, I collapse limply to the bed.
He grins down at me and licks my wetness off his lips. “Just perfect.”
I look up at him with an exhausted expression. He’s shirtless, and though his pants are still on, I can see a huge bulge pressing against them.
As exhausted as I feel, I reach out toward his huge cock.
He steps away and laughs down at me. “You should rest...for a few minutes at least.”
“I’m wet now. Really wet.”
He arches an eyebrow at me. “Hm, that’s true.” He tugs at his belt and undoes the buckle. He whips it out of the belt loops and throws it down.
I watch transfixed as he moves to unbutton his pants. As the zipper goes down, my eyes widen in anticipation.
He drops his pants, and now I can see the outline of every ridge of his cock through his thin briefs.
Kieran smirks at my shocked expression, and no longer wanting to tease me, he pulls the briefs down, and his huge cock springs up.
“Holy shit,” I whisper.
It’s bigger and thicker than anything I’ve ever seen in real life. He’ll fill me up fuller than I’ve ever been filled.
“You sure you don’t want to rest a few minutes? I can stay hard all night looking at you.”
I answer him without words. I simply roll onto my stomach and stick my ass up into the air.
Moments later I feel Kieran’s hands grip my waist, and his hard cock presses against my soaked lips. He moves along my outer lips for a moment, and I reach down and touch his cock for the first time. I can feel all the bulging veins beneath my hand, and the intense warmth of his cock.
As good as he feels in my hand, I want him desperately inside me. I can touch and kiss and suck his cock later, but my body needs more than that right now.
I guide him to my tight hole, and he presses against me. My tight walls squeeze as his head penetrates me. I hear him groan, and the pain is more than I expected.
I let out a yelp, and Kieran stops.
“Don’t stop,” I say.
“But--”
“Don’t.”
I feel him press on, and the pain begins to melt away as my soaking wetness envelopes his throbbing dick.
“God, it’s good,” I whisper. “It’s big.”
“You’re tight as fuck,” Kieran says. “It’s almost too much.”
He begins to slide in and out, working his way deeper in each time. I think his girth alone is enough for me, but each inch deeper he goes proves that wrong. Soon I want him all the way inside me.
He slides rhythmically in and out, and I reach up to touch my clit and feel his cock going in and out of me. He’s hard as ever, but he’s covered in my juices, and soon I can feel his balls slapping against me with each powerful thrust.
I put both my hands forward and arch my back more, sticking my ass all the way up. I concentrate fully on the feeling of Kieran filling me up, of him stretching me wide.
He squeezes my ass and hips as he fucks me hard from behind; I hear a wet slap each time his hips hit me, and my whole body shakes. I feel my tits bouncing in rhythm with him against the bed.
He fucks me so good from behind for a long time--I expect him to cum, but he doesn’t--and every time I come close to orgasm, he slows his pace. He can sense exactly how close I am to cumming, and then he leaves me just on the cusp--on the edge--which would be frustrating if it didn’t feel so damn good.
“I want to come,” I shout through my moans. “I want you to blow your load inside me.”
As good as it feels to float on the borders of orgasm, I’m exhausted, and my body needs final release.
He pulls his cock out of me and lifts me up off the bed.
I look around in a confused daze, and he presses me face-first against the wall. Before I can even orient myself, I feel him entering me again.
I bend forward to get him all the way in, and he picks up right where he left off, but we’re both standing now. Each time he rams against me, my whole body moves against the wall. I anchor my elbows against the wall and tighten my body. I buck my hips against him as he fucks me raw, and the sensation of his thick cock sliding in and out of me intensifies as I move against him.
The increased sensation is too much, and I feel my inner walls clench against him. “I’m going to cum.”
He grips me tighter and rams me with abandon. I moan and drool, and as the climax begins to peak, my legs start to feel weak and rubbery.
I start to fall, but Kieran holds me up as his cock twitches inside me. He grunts as I feel his seed filling me up.
My body twitches in aftershocks of orgasm against him as he pumps the last of his cum into me.
I lean into the wall as his hard body presses into me. I feel his stubble rub against my cheek, and his masculine scent overpowers me as the afterglow wraps around me like a warm blanket.
“Sorry I said all those mean things about you,” I whisper.
“I�
��m sorry I had you kidnapped.”
We fall onto the bed together, and I look into his eyes and run my hands along his perfectly sculpted, muscular body as time seems to stand still.
I don’t know how long we lay like that, but eventually there’s a light beep from near the door.
“What’s that?” I ask.
“I’ll show you.”
He takes me by the hand. “You probably want to put some clothes on, we’re going outside.”
I get dressed in the blue dress, and Kieran wraps his jacket around me again.
He takes me by the hand down the hallway, and when we step outside the fire is still raging in the glass firepit, and beyond that I see all the lights of the city sprawled out in front of us.
He grins.
“I thought you didn’t care about this view?” I say, my eyes wide and drinking it all in.
“I don’t,” he said, “But I thought you’d like it.”
“Yeah,” I whisper. “I definitely like it.”
“Get used to it,” Kieran says.
“I live on the ass-end of Queens,” I say. “I shouldn’t get used to it.”
“It’s similar to the view from my place,” Kieran says. “I’m hoping you’ll be getting used to the view there.”
“This wasn’t just a one-time thing?” I ask. “I figured…”
“You want it to be a one-time thing?” Kieran asks.
“I hadn’t thought about it, I just figured that you wouldn’t be interested in--”
“I told you not to do that.”
“I didn’t think you’d want some long-term thing.”
“I didn’t think I’d want that either,” Kieran says, dimples forming in his cheeks as he smiles wide, “But then I met you.”
THE END
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Part XX
Packed In by Tessa Thorne
Packed In
“Hey, are you ready?”
I look up from the laminated map of the mountain trails to see Brett staring down at me with his ever-present cocky grin. That look should infuriate me, but there’s something about him that lets him get away with it. Probably the fact that he’s the hottest guy I’ve ever seen.
