The Lust Boat

by Roz Lee

  “It’s nothing compared to you.” Candace turned to Ryan. He wasn’t looking at the magnificent scenery. He focused on her with eyes every bit as entranced with what they saw as she had been by the view. He drew her to him, framing her face between his palms. Candace closed her eyes as his lips touched hers, softly at first, then harder as the stoked embers inside them flared into a conflagration.

  Ryan walked her backwards until her legs bumped against something. She broke the kiss, looking over her shoulder to see the lean-to was furnished with a tan canvas-covered futon big enough for one — two if they were really cozy. A stack of sheets sat on one end. Colorful throw pillows were piled against the back wall that doubled as a headboard. Ryan reached for a sheet and spread it quickly over the mattress.

  “Lie with me?”

  Candace dropped to the mattress propping herself on her elbows. Ryan joined her, shedding his swimsuit as he moved onto the bed. “I haven’t thought of anything but you, this, all morning. I wanted to come sooner, but I knew you needed the time to adjust.” His hand slipped beneath her bikini bottom and found the crystal heart tattoo. “Do you still want to do this?”

  “Yes,” she breathed the word on a sigh as Ryan’s fingers moved between her folds and found her clit. She wanted it all, with Ryan, here, now, in this pristine, virginal place.

  He kissed her, coming over her and pressing her back to the mattress. The crisp cold sheet sent a shiver along her spine as her heated skin made contact. “I won’t hurt you. If you want me to stop, just say so.”

  His hands coaxed her body into a mindless state of aching need. His lips trailed behind his fingers as he removed her bikini top, taking the time to love each pebbled nipple as it begged for his attention. Candace arched her back and speared her fingers through his hair, holding him to her breast. Each tug, each playful nip, sent a current of electricity to her vagina until it throbbed against the butt plug, making her hips undulate in invitation.

  Ryan wasn’t to be rushed. He’d said they had the entire afternoon and it appeared he had every intention of using all of it to pleasure her. Ryan’s touch was like a potent drug. Her body hummed and throbbed with need as Ryan worshiped her inch by inch. She had a vague awareness of her bikini bottom sliding down her legs and off.

  “Turn over.” Candace flipped to her stomach. Ryan spread her legs and slid to his stomach between them.

  “Beautiful,” he breathed against her swollen labia before he parted her folds and buried his face against her aching, weeping slit.

  “Oh, God!” she cried out, burying her face in the mattress. Her ass ached, her pussy throbbed, her clit twitched for his touch. Ryan’s hands slid beneath her stomach and lifted her off the mattress. “Please,” she begged. Ryan bit her clit, and then soothed it with his tongue.

  Candace saw stars. Ryan launched her into space as his mouth closed over her clit and he sucked. “Glug…,” she nearly swallowed her own tongue. He let her clit go and speared his tongue into her vagina. She made another unintelligible sound and clawed the mattress as the climax raged through her body. Ryan’s tongue slid across her from clit to butt plug, over and over, until her body calmed.

  “I’m going to take the plug out now,” he said next to her ear. “Tell me if it hurts and I’ll go easier.”

  Tell him? With words? She couldn’t form a coherent word if her life depended on it. She nodded her head and Ryan moved back between her spread legs. A cool breeze kissed her wet skin and she shivered. The scent of her arousal carried on the tropical air. Ryan’s hands spread her ass cheeks further.

  “Christ, you should see how you look.” Her face flamed as she imagined what Ryan must be seeing, her ass spread wide, the flat knob of the plug rising from her anus like a signal flag. “Here, fuck me here,” it said.

  “I’m going to put more lube around it first,” he warned. He leaned to one side and retrieved a tube from under the stack of sheets. Candace recognized the now familiar squirting sound as he squeezed the ointment onto his hand.

  She jumped though she expected the cold lube. What she hadn’t counted on was the heat radiating from Ryan’s finger as he smeared the lube around her stretched sphincter. It felt like an icy-hot blowtorch against her skin.

  “Okay. Relax, sweetheart.” His hands smoothed up her back and back down and over her butt cheeks. “Take a deep breath and let it out slow.”

  She did as he instructed. As the air escaped through her parted lips, Ryan tugged on the plug and it slipped out of her ass in one smooth motion. Everything stilled, even the warm Caribbean breeze. Ryan didn’t move. She didn’t breathe.

  “Oh God, Candace. Look at that tight little hole.” A foil packet ripped open and her sensitized hearing noted the little snapping sounds of the latex condom rolling down his cock. He lifted her hips. “Here,” he stuffed a few pillows under her. “This will help.” He shifted between her legs to accommodate her new height. “I’m going to use more lube now. I’m going to put it on me, and work some into your hole too.” More squirting. Ryan’s voice, low and feral, “Do you want me to stop?”

  She shook her head. “No.” The word sounded more like a plea.

  “Okay, then. Here comes the lube.” He spread her cheeks with one hand and rimmed her open hole with icy lube on his hot finger. “I’m going to stretch you some more. Let me know if it hurts.”

  Candace tensed as his finger worked around her anus, stretching more with each circuit. As the unfamiliar intrusion changed from embarrassing contact to a delicious, erotic massage, she relaxed and immediately noticed the difference.

  “Much better, sweetheart. I think you’re ready now.” His cock replaced his finger at the small opening the butt plug had created and he’d softened with the massage. “I’m going to press in now. Tell me if I’m hurting you.”

  God, would he get on with it, she wanted to cry out as his hands splayed across both cheeks and spread her wide. The first nudge had her body tensing against the intrusion, no matter how much she knew she wanted it.

  “Relax again, sweetheart.” He waited until her body went limp. “Again.”

  More pressure, harder this time and his cock slid past the outer ring of muscles. Candace gasped as her body adjusted to his girth. Ryan stilled. “I’m okay,” she said.

  “Okay, good. A little further now.” His cock slid in another inch. Inch by inch he claimed her ass until he was seated fully in her tight sheath with his balls tucked up against her clit. His body trembled with the effort to stay still while she adjusted to the size of his cock up her ass.

  “Say something, Candace. Anything. Let me know how that feels.”

  “Good. It feels good.”

  “Okay.” His voice sounded shaky with relief.

  “You can move now if you want to,” she said.

  “Okay. Give me a minute here.” His hands slid from her ass, over her back to her shoulders and back again, as if reassuring himself she was all right. He began to move. He pulled out as slow as he’d gone in and slid back in again. “Still okay?”

  “Yes. I need you to…”

  “What? You need me to what?”

  “Go faster. Go harder. Please?”

  “Christ.” Ryan slid almost all the way out and slammed back into her, setting up a rhythm that alternated between short, quick strokes, and long, slow ones.

  Candace panted along with the rhythm of Ryan’s cock pumping in and out of her ass. His hands had slipped to her waist to hold her steady and she reached under his arms to hold her ass cheeks open, encouraging him to go deeper. She’d never dreamed it could feel so good, but still her vagina ached to be filled. Every deep stroke pushed her face into the mattress and her clit against the rough canvas-covered pillows under her.

  Thank God, Ryan had quit asking if she was all right and had got on with fucking her. Her mind focused on the feel of his hard cock sliding along her tight anus. When he buried deep inside her it felt as if his cock went all the way up into her throat. His balls flicked aga
inst her swollen labia and clit, sending tiny shockwaves of pleasure through her body. The tension built, slow at first, and as Ryan increased the tempo of his thrusts, the tension spiraled out of control.

  One minute Candace was climbing, climbing, reaching for the blissful satisfaction she knew waited for her, and the next, her body convulsed, her empty vagina clenched around a phantom cock, her sphincter muscles spasmed around Ryan’s very real one. Ryan didn’t slow for her. He continued to pound into her ass as her body attempted to imprison him inside her.

  “Ahhh! God Almighty!” Ryan cursed as her body calmed and his wrenched control of his brain and sent him plummeting over the edge into oblivion.

  Candace groaned as his cock surged inside her, shooting semen into the end of his condom. His cock softened and he collapsed on top of her. Her ass cheeks closed around his softened, but not limp cock, still buried inside her.

  They lay there, his breathing short and ragged, hers slower, as if she no longer needed oxygen. A soft breeze rattled the palm fronds around the hut. Birds called to each other in the trees. Waves lapped softly against the shore nearby.

  Ryan pushed to his forearms. “Are you okay?”

  “Mmm hmm. More than okay.” She clenched her butt cheeks around his cock.

  “Me too.” A soft chuckle rumbled up from his chest. He flexed his hips and his cock slid out of her. He pushed to his knees between her legs. Candace started to roll to her side, but he put a hand on her hip and rolled her back to her stomach. “No, not yet. Let me take a look, just in case I hurt you.”

  He spread her ass cheeks. “It’s a little red and swollen, but that’s to be expected.” He leaned to the side. “I have some ointment that will help.” Candace buried her face in the mattress as Ryan ministered to her anus. His fingers were gentle as he applied a soothing cream to the stretched muscles. It did feel better.

  “Thanks. That feels good.”

  Ryan leaned over and placed a sweet kiss to her left cheek and another to her right before stretching out beside her, and allowing her to roll to her side so they lay face to face. His hand came to her shoulder and smoothed down along her arm to her hand, lacing their fingers together. “I love you.”

  “I love you, too.” She tucked their joined hands up near her heart. “That was incredible. I wasn’t sure I’d like it, but you were so careful with me. Thank you.”

  “I’d never hurt you.”

  “I know.” Something rustled in the trees and Ryan sat up on one elbow and listened.

  “Someone’s coming.” He grabbed another sheet and threw it over her, and slid his swimsuit on in record-breaking time.

  “Who…?” she asked.

  “I don’t know. Stay here. I’ll find out.”

  “Mr. Callahan?” A man hollered.

  “What?” Ryan responded, his anger clear as the ocean water.

  “I’m sorry sir, but Mr. Wolfe said I’d find you here. He said to come quick. There’s a fire in the aft kitchen.”

  “Shit! How bad is it? Is anyone hurt?” Ryan demanded answers.

  “I don’t know sir. Mr. Wolfe is holding the tender for you.”

  Candace listened to the exchange. Why would Ryan be needed for a kitchen fire? His voice had taken on an air of authority, one she had only heard when they’d been role-playing and he’d ordered her around. Nausea gripped her. In her sinking heart, she knew this man was the real Ryan.

  Ryan ducked his head into the lean-to. “I have to go. I’ll leave Steven to help you get back to the beach. Wait for me there.” Ryan addressed the young man. “See that Ms. Williams gets back to the beach. Don’t leave her until I get back.” Candace listened as his footfalls faded quickly away. She pulled her bikini on, ran her fingers through her hair, and retied her ponytail. She probably looked as if she’d been well fucked, but there wasn’t anything she could do about it.

  Steven waited for her at a discreet distance. “Hi,” she said.

  “Hello. Mr. Callahan…”

  Candace cut him off. “I heard. Come on, let’s get going.” She started off down the path the way they’d come. Steven fell in beside her. “Why would Mr. Callahan be needed on the ship because of a kitchen fire?”

  “Well…, because.”

  “Because why?”

  “It’s his ship. Everything that goes on is his business.”

  “What do you mean, it’s his ship?”

  “His and Mr. Wolfe’s. They own it.”

  Candace stopped in her tracks, her mouth hanging open, trying to process what Steven had said. “They own it? As in, it belongs to them?”

  “Yeah. They own it.”

  Fallon rushed up to her as soon as she came within sight of the public beach. It appeared none of the passengers were aware of anything being amiss with their ship. No need alarming the passengers if it turned out to be nothing.

  “You heard?”

  “Steven told us. Any idea how bad it is?”

  “No. Richard didn’t know anything except that there was a fire. They take safety seriously, so personally investigate every incident. I just hope no one is injured.”

  “Me too.” Candace took Fallon by the arm and led her a few steps away so Steven wouldn’t hear their conversation. “I’m sorry about the fire, and I hope everyone is all right, but why didn’t you tell me Ryan owns the ship? Why didn’t Ryan tell me?”

  Fallon cast a glance at Steven. When she caught his attention, she sent him on his way. “I’ll look out for Candace now. You can go back to what you were doing.”

  The young man protested, afraid he’d lose his job when Ryan got back. Fallon assured him she would take care of Candace and Ryan. When they were alone, she motioned for Candace to follow her and they walked to a stretch of beach, beyond the public area, but where they could still see the ship anchored in deep water.

  “Look, I’m sorry I didn’t tell you, but I thought you knew. When I realized you didn’t, I figured Ryan had his reasons for not telling you, so I stayed out of it.”

  “I feel like an idiot. How could he? He used me. What am I, this week’s challenge?”

  “No honey, don’t think that. I’ve been on this ship since its maiden voyage and I’ve rarely seen Ryan with a woman, certainly never as much as he’s been with you.”

  Candace sat on the beach, hugging her knees to her chest as she gazed at the ship in the distance. “I don’t know what to think.” She dropped her forehead to her knees. “I feel like such a fool. He must be laughing his head off at the little innocent idiot.”

  “Listen to me.” Fallon waited for Candace to turn her head in her direction before she continued. “I don’t know what motives Ryan has for spending so much time with you, but I can tell you it isn’t like him. I don’t know what happened on that first cruise, but Ryan changed after that. Don’t ask me what he was like before, he’ll have to tell you that himself, but I can tell you that when he has come out of his cabin, it’s been for a few hours of female company and he goes back into his cell like some sort of monk. That’s why Richard gave him the nickname.”

  “Why me?”

  “I don’t know. Richard said Ryan is in love with you. Trust me; those two aren’t the kind to throw that word around lightly.”

  Candace didn’t know what to say to that. She sat like a statue, watching the ship, waiting for Ryan to come back to the island. Her emotions simmered inside like a vile witches’ brew. Humiliation, wounded pride, embarrassment— make that— mortification, self pity, disappointment, disbelief, frustration, and finally, anger all stirred together inside her.

  Chapter Twelve

  “Here comes the tender. I hope the guys are on it,” Fallon said. Candace hoped so too. She’d had long enough to think about what she wanted to say to Ryan, long enough for the hurt to settle into a cold, hard block deep inside.

  As the tender grew closer, she made out the distinctive forms of Richard and Ryan. Candace steeled herself for the confrontation ahead, but concern for the ship’s staff over
rode her own problems.

  “What happened? Is everyone all right?” she asked as Ryan stepped off the tender.

  “Thank goodness everyone is okay. The fire was contained to one of the ovens in the aft kitchen. We aren’t sure what happened, but we shut down that kitchen for the remainder of the cruise. When we get back to Miami we’ll have someone take a look at it and see what happened.”

  “I’m glad no one was hurt.”

  “Me too.” Ryan reached for her hand and Candace drew back a step, avoiding his touch. “I’m sorry you had to find out that way. Can we talk?”

  “Let’s go over there.” She pointed to the same stretch of beach she and Fallon chosen for the wait. “We can talk there.”

  Once she felt they were far enough away to have some privacy, she turned to him. “I’m not interested in anything you have to say, Ryan. I have some things to say, and when I’m through, I don’t ever want to see you again.”

  “I deserve that, I guess.”

  “You guess?” Candace turned watery eyes to the sea, shaking her head in disbelief. She sucked in a deep breath and squared her shoulders, turning back to face Ryan. “You used me. You needed someone to fuck, and lucky me! I won the ‘spend a week with Ryan Callahan’ contest, and I didn’t even know I had entered. God! I can’t believe how stupid I am. I spent two years with a man who didn’t love me, a man who made me doubt myself at every turn, and then you came along. I was so desperate for attention, I believed everything you said to me. You must have had a good laugh, the master instructing the pathetic, jilted bride. Did you have a good time introducing the innocent little idiot to your perverted ship? I honestly thought you loved me, but it was all a lie, a big fat lie to get me in your bed. Oh, wait! Not your bed, mine!”

  Ryan stood as still as bronze statue while Candace flung poison darts of fury at him. “I should have known. I should have seen the signs, but I was so grateful for the attention, I ignored them. It’s so obvious now that I know— the way you asked for something and voila, it appeared out of nowhere. The whole staff must be on to your little game, not a one of them gave you away, not even Fallon. Do you know how humiliating it is to know everyone on the ship knew, except me? What were you going to do, wait until I was walking off the ship and tell me, gee thanks for being my project for this cruise, have a nice life? Well, I’m saving you the trouble. I’m going back to the ship because I don’t have any choice, but I don’t want to see you again, ever. Go back to wherever it is you came from, and stay the hell away from me.”