“Jonah, I need you.”
“Same,” he muttered. His forehead was wrinkled in thought.
“Is there any place we can go that won’t get you in trouble?”
More frowning. “This meal might’ve already done the trick. It was stupid of me to think I could sit this close and not touch you. But unless the waitress reports us, and she won’t, we’re still in the clear.”
“But…” I didn’t verbalize what I needed, which was more. I wanted naked, sweaty horizontal fun. And I wasn’t doing it in this restaurant.
“After lunch go back to your cabin. I’ll go back to mine, change my clothes and grab a hat.”
“A hat? What will a hat do?”
“Hard to see a person’s face on the cameras with a baseball hat.”
“Oh. Okay.”
“Wait for me in your room. I’ll be there as soon as I can.”
… … … … …
Forty minutes later, I was showered and pacing my cabin. One step, spin, repeat. Under my cotton beach dress, I’d shimmied into my sexiest panties and bra. At the forty–one minute mark, I was about to give up and go find KK. I assumed she was still at the Whipped pool deck.
A knock sounded at my door and I raced to throw it open, heedless that it could be someone besides Jonah. He took a step to me, kicking the door shut behind him, and backed me up to the bed. His baseball hat got tossed to the tiny writing desk.
“Uh, other bed. This is KK’s.” We got ourselves situated in the proper bed, glued together lips to toes. The bed was possibly smaller than a twin, which was a reminder of the first time we’d made love in my teenage bed.
“Take your dress off,” he growled, and kneeled to whip his shirt over his head. I froze to take in the sight he made. I took the time to memorize the taut pectoral muscles hovering over even tighter abdominals. One, two, three…yep a whole six–pack with a happy little trail leading to a bulge in his cargo pants.
I’d heard boys didn’t finish going through puberty until their twenties, and I wondered if Jonah would look different than I remembered.
“I thought I told you to lose the dress,” he said with a scowl.
“Sorry, just admiring the view.” Daringly, I ran a finger down his cloth–covered cock, and shivered when he shuddered. My arms were suddenly incapable of acting on their own and he tugged at the hem of my dress, managing to pull it up over my head.
“Holy…” he whispered at his first glimpse of me.
“You like?” I leaned back on my elbows, knowing my breasts would jut out. “A little different than last time?” Last time he’d been in my bed, I’d been wearing his ginormous Nirvana t–shirt and cotton panties. It was miles from the black silk and lace confection that covered the goods now.
“You’re gorgeous, Andrea. Seriously beautiful.” He took my lips in a hot, wet kiss then pulled back. “Seventeen–year old me would be done by now and running for the door.”
“What about thirty–year old you?” I ran my hands up his torso and pulled him back for more seductive kisses. We fell into kissing like we used to, back when we’d be fully clothed and pushing our young bodies desperately against each other, seeking satisfaction.
We hadn’t known how then or been confident enough to seek out true pleasure. Back then, I never would’ve grabbed his hand and placed it between my legs. And I definitely never would’ve teased him by whispering in his ear, “I’m wet for you. Touch me?”
He groaned, and slipped his fingers between the lacy waistband of my panties and my skin. I spread my legs, trying to give him more access. My eyes kept closing from the sensation, and I fought to keep them open. I didn’t want to miss a second, and I wanted to watch Jonah’s face as he touched me.
Suddenly he pulled back, and I whimpered in need. “Not yet. Soon,” he promised. “When you’ve earned it.” He rolled off me and stood to lose his pants and briefs. And I’d thought his abs looked good…Yep adult Jonah was, ahem, larger than I remembered teenage Jonah being. I reached for him, but he stepped out of the way. “Kneel.” He pointed to the floor. “I want to take your mouth.”
I met his gaze for a second, gauging whether he wanted this or whether he was doing this because it’s what he thought I wanted. We both wanted it. Needed it. I slowly slid off the bed, taking a pillow with me as a cushion, and got on my knees in front of him. His cock jutted out, and I reached to wrap my palm around its length.
“Lick it,” he ordered, “and keep your eyes on me.”
I drew him to me and laved the underside, loving his taste. Kneeling and watching him tower above me was the hottest thing I’d ever done, and way hotter than back when blowjobs were given as a substitute for actual penetration. This was no substitute. This was power, and Jonah held it.
“Only use your mouth,” he said. “Clasp your hands behind your back.”
I hastened to do as ordered, stunned by the sensations the position caused. My nipples rubbed harder against my bra, and my stomach muscles tensed to keep my body upright. His strong hands tangled in my hair, and he drew my head forward.
“I’m gonna fuck your mouth now, okay? Safe word is still doctor. Got it?”
Our eyes remained locked and his dick bobbed in my mouth as I nodded. His hips started to move and I moved my body in counterpoint, doing my best to take all of him in my mouth. My tongue worked frantically to taste and lick, and my gaze did not leave his. The pads of his fingers gripped my scalp, and I knew they’d leave marks if it weren’t for my hair. The taste and scent of him penetrated my pores, making me dizzy with need. He took my mouth hard for a long time then he pulled back. I remained kneeling, staring up at him, ready for his next order. I was his slave.
“Get on the bed. On all fours, point your ass this way.”
I scrambled to obey. A part of me wondered what he’d do if I didn’t follow orders, but I was too needy, too desperate to delay my pleasure. He was going to fuck me now, and I needed him in me. His hands gripped the waistband of my panties and tugged them down. The elastic at my knees gave me some flexibility to move my legs apart, but not much.
“Gorgeous,” he muttered. With a quick move, he grabbed a condom packet from his pants on the floor. I could hear the ripping and rolling of him getting himself sheathed, but I couldn’t see from my position.
And then he was standing behind me with his cock nudging at my entrance. I was wet, but not enough for him to slide home. I pushed back anyway, wanting to feel his broad head opening me. He played for a while at my opening with little slides in and out, mocking me. I’d think I had him, then he’d pull away.
“Please,” I finally choked out.
He didn’t respond except to grip my hips in his strong palms, line up his cock and push inside in one smooth, hard movement. A gasp filled the room, and I realized it was mine.
“More?” he asked. He’d stopped moving and stood with his cock fully embedded in me. I wanted to nod or speak to tell him I needed a second to get used to his size, but he instinctively seemed to know and gave me that second to grow wet and soft around him.
His palm rubbed circles on the skin of my back and dark dirty words flowed from the good doctor’s mouth. “You’re tight. Wet. Hotter than I remember. I want to take you hard.”
Finally, I found my words. “So fuck me then.” I pushed back on my knees and his body met me. As soon as his balls touched my body I lurched forward, ready to repeat the motion, but his hands found my hips and stayed my movements.
He took control of my body, and I didn’t fight. He set the rhythm and the pace. It was hard and rough, and I’d never been more aroused. “Jonah, God,” I babbled his name, mixed with deities, unable to form words with the intensity of sensation my body absorbed. I hadn’t known sex could be like this. If he stopped, I’d beg. On my knees, wearing a collar, whatever he desired. He owned me.
“Andi,” he grunted, speeding his movements but locking me in place. “You like this? You want more?”
In answer, I lowered
to my forearms, giving him even more of my ass. At this angle, his balls touched me intimately with his every thrust. Then I started to orgasm, with my eyes squeezed tight against the overwhelming feeling I’d floated away from my body. It was too much, I couldn’t handle the pleasure.
“Breathe, Andi,” Jonah ordered, and his voice anchored me. I gulped back air and rode out the waves of spasms rippling through my core. It still skirted the edge of too much, but I could take it. I had to take it for Jonah, who was still bravely thrusting his erect cock into my welcoming pussy. When I thought I had a handle on the pleasure, he bent his torso over my back, releasing my hips to grab my nipples and squeeze. The sharp bite of pain went straight from my chest to my clit.
I shrieked loudly and started to orgasm again. My yells drowned out his groan of pleasure as he finally came. For long moments, I remained on shaky arms, feeling his damp chest covering my spine. I kept trying to catch my breath and bring it back to something resembling normal, but I was shaking too hard. At last Jonah stood, lost the condom and gathered me in his arms.
We spooned against each other under the comforter of my narrow bed. We didn’t talk. There were no words. I lay still, concentrating on calming my bodily shivers, and he held me tightly, placing small kisses randomly on my cheek, my hair, my neck. His palm rested against my abdomen, keeping me grounded. Without it I might float away. It seemed like we should be doing something other than cuddling in silence, and I kept blinking back tears, feeling a bit like an idiot.
“Doctor?” I finally said and earned a laugh from him.
He turned me a bit in his arms to look at me. “I’ve never done that before,” he said seriously.
“Had sex? ’Cause, I’m pretty sure I remember doing it once before with you.” My sass was back.
He bit my earlobe, none too gently. “I’ve never had sex like that. That was…raw.” I tried to assess his feelings, but he was staring at the far wall, not meeting my gaze. “I treated you like a thing. Like I could do anything I wanted to you.” The surprise in his voice made me hold my breath. If I heard remorse, I’d lose it and the tears would flow. But I didn’t hear anything resembling regret. I only heard something resembling awe.
“I’ve never done anything like that either,” I admitted. Now he looked down at me.
“You haven’t? Even with the whole Whipped thing?”
I shook my head. “KK surprised me. I’d read the book and thought it was hot, but I never ever dreamed of doing anything like the stuff in the book.”
His lips parted, and I raced to stop the apology. “But I loved it, Jonah. I’d never dreamed of doing anything in the book because it requires trust, and I’ve never been with anyone I trusted enough to submit to, other than you.”
His look of relief calmed me, and his lopsided grin made me smile. “I feel like an idiot now. I thought I had to act all dominant with you because that’s what you wanted.”
I shook my head. “I loved it. I want it again, Jonah. I think I would’ve let you do anything. Tie me up, spank me, collar me, anything.”
His eyes widened. “Shit, that’s hot. Why do I think that’s the hottest thing I’ve ever heard? I’m a medical professional. I respect women. I shouldn’t get off on ordering you around.”
I kissed his pectoral. “Why not? I’m a feminist but every so often, in bed, I’m happy to take orders from a hot doctor.” We snuggled in tighter and I felt myself drifting off for an afternoon nap. I wanted nothing more than to spend the rest of the afternoon in bed with Jonah, but KK could return to the room any moment, and it wasn’t as if we could head for privacy to his room. He lived in the crew quarters. I wasn’t even allowed in that section of the boat.
Still we stayed wrapped around each other, lulled into a comfortable drowsy silence. My body was replete, but my mind raced. I didn’t know what came next, and I wasn’t talking about dinner plans for the night. I didn’t know what it meant that I’d had the hottest sex ever with my former boyfriend. In five days I’d be getting off the boat and Jonah would remain behind, unless I could talk him off the ship and back to Virginia with me. And did I really want to do that after twenty–four hours back together? I liked him more than any man I’d dated since, well, him, but did I love him?
Chapter Five
Jonah felt the sweat trickle down his armpits, hidden by his crisp white uniform jacket. He knocked on Andi’s cabin door, hoping and praying she was inside. He had about twenty minutes to find her before he was screwed six ways to Sunday.
He breathed a sigh of relief when KK opened the door and gave him a puzzled look. “Hey, hey Doctor J. What’s going on? You trying to knock a hole in our cabin door?”
“I need to talk to Andi. Is she here?” He stepped into the cabin without waiting for KK’s invitation.
“She’s in the shower. We have nine o’clock dinner reservations.”
“I need to talk to her.” He took the one step necessary to line up in front of the bathroom door and pound on it, then he turned the knob. After the hours they’d spent in bed, there was nothing he hadn’t seen. Still, he shut his eyes and called, “Andi, get out of the shower, we have to talk.”
“Jonah?” Her voice was muffled under the spray of the shower. “What…”
“Just hurry. Please.” He backed out of the bathroom and turned, ready to face KK’s curiosity.
“Is everything okay?” Andi’s best friend asked. “You look a little nervous.”
“Honestly, things aren’t great, and I need to explain to Andi.”
“Have a seat.” KK gestured to Andi’s bed then sat on her own. It was clear she wasn’t leaving Andi until she knew the situation. He could respect that in a friend. He’d prefer to speak to Andi alone but understood KK wasn’t moving. Finally the rush of the shower water ceased and, a second later, Andi emerged from the cloud of steam, wrapped in a small white towel. Her long hair dripped down her back.
As upset as he was, he still took the time to appreciate her gorgeous body and wished things were different so he could throw KK out and unwrap Andi like the gift she was.
Andi looked at him then at KK. “What’s going on? Is there another muster drill?” He appreciated her attempt at humor.
“Nothing life or death,” he said, though to him it was debatable. “But you may want to get dressed first.”
She nodded slowly and stepped to the tiny closet to pull out a dress with a multi–colored swirl of pattern and then went back into the bathroom to dress. Apparently the awkwardness of getting dressed in front of your lover and your best friend hadn’t escaped her.
When she was out and dressed, she sat next to KK and both women looked at him expectantly. He swallowed, not sure where to start, but since the clock was ticking, he went for expediency. “I’m going to be leaving the ship tomorrow. I came to say good–bye”
“Oh. Is it your day off?”
He shook his head. “We were caught,” he said.
Andi’s head tilted slightly and she frowned. “Caught?”
“By my boss,” he clarified. “The captain knows I spent the afternoon in here. They saw me on the camera. Apparently hats don’t do the trick.”
Her quizzical look softened into concern. “Oh no. I’m sorry. Were you fired?”
“Yes.”
“Oh crap. It’s my fault, isn’t it?” She clutched at the comforter. “That’s not fair.”
“I played a role, Andi. We both knew the risk, and I took it. Being with you was more important.” He couldn’t let her feel guilty about the greatest sex he’d ever had.
“We can fix this, can’t we?”
He loved her eternal crusader optimism and hated to douse it. “I don’t see how.”
“Well, you said the cruise line has a strict policy about employee guest fraternization. But do they have a problem with spouses?”
“Spouses?” KK and he said in unison. He started to see where she was going with her idea, and he loved her for it, but he couldn’t let her actually follow
through.
“What if you told them I’m your fiancée, and we planned to go ashore on your day off to get married?” She paused, waiting for either of them to say something, but when they were silent, she continued. “Or can’t the captain marry us tonight instead?”
“Are you proposing we get married?” He felt stunned, but KK was grinning. Jonah looked to her to help smooth things over. But she and Andi were nodding as if it was the only solution. And, damn it, the idea had merit. Not to mention how right it felt when he thought about making Andi his wife.
“You would do that for me?” he confirmed.
She nodded and leaned forward to grab his knee. “What choice do you have? You’ll be fired otherwise, right?”
“I’d lose my position and have to get off the boat at the next stop. And I’d really prefer not to have to do that since I left my last job under questionable circumstances involving a woman also.”
Andi removed her soft hand from his leg. “I remember you mentioning something about that. I’d like to hear the whole story if you don’t mind.”
He took a breath. She deserved the whole truth. “About three years after I finished my residency, I was working in a teaching hospital. It was normal to be responsible for helping out with residents and other med students. One female med student decided she liked me. Too much. She asked to meet me for coffee in a professional capacity. I stupidly agreed, and when she hit on me, I turned her down. She didn’t like the rejection and went to the hospital board and filed a sexual harassment complaint against me. I was innocent, but she was convincing enough that I was told that if I resigned my position everything would be cool. No lawsuit, no bad references. So I quit and found a job with the cruise industry.” He paused for a breath and to assess how Andi and KK were handling his story.
Andi leaned forward again. “I believe you,” she said. “Anyone who knows you even a little bit knows you’re the most honest, stand–up guy.” Next to her, KK was nodding.
He covered her hand with his own. “Thanks.” He meant it. He’d had a lot of supporters when the whole brouhaha was happening, but somehow Andi’s affirmation meant the most. “But now you can see why I really don’t want to leave a second job due to an issue with inappropriate behavior. I worked too hard in med school to lose the ability to practice.”
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