by Mignon Mykel
She lazily ran her fingers up and down my softening cock and while it was slightly uncomfortable, it was also slightly…comfortable.
I turned my head slightly so I could press my lips to the curve of her ass and leg. Sydney shivered over me as I managed to hit the exact spot there that did her in. I grinned against her skin then slapped her other cheek with my hand.
“Come up here, Syd.”
She swung her leg over me and I watched her pink, glistening folds before she turned and took them from view. She lay down beside me and put her head on the pillow mine was on.
“So what do you get to do during the at sea days?” she asked. I watched her lips as she spoke, unable to help the flash of reminder that that pretty pink mouth was just around my cock.
“Probably just the gym.” I reached out to gingerly touch her shoulder, running a finger from her shoulder up to her neck.
“Sounds fun and exciting.”
I grinned now. “There are other things that are more fun and exciting… Like you coming back to see me when you’re done with whatever you have to do.”
“If I’m doing this, Caleb, I have to make nice with the girls. No one likes the person with the unfair advantage.”
“Ah, but according to the story, we broke up. So while unfair, there’s likely to be some animosity there, right?”
“Girls are always looking for happily ever after though. They’re going to hate me on sight. Even without the stupid fake story.”
“You’ll be fine. I’ve got your back.”
She smirked. “As well as you can with the circumstances, anyway.”
I winked at her before leaning up to check the time. The women would all be at breakfast right now. “We should probably get you aloe’d up. You have to get going. Do the walk of shame and all that while the others are at breakfast.”
She frowned. “God, I don’t think I’ve ever done a walk of shame…”
“You’ll be beautiful doing it,” I teased. I rubbed my hand over her hip before moving off the bed, grabbing her hand and pulling her up with me. She was playfully dead weight, her head and back in no hurry to follow the pull upward.
“Uh, I don’t wanna,” she said as she straightened out.
I framed her face with my hands and dropped a kiss to the top of her head. “Breakfast. Talk. Then come back to me.” When she nodded and agreed, I told her the four digit code to access the elevator. She repeated it a few times before nodding. “Thirty-twenty-four. Ok, yeah. That’s easy enough. My birthday is on the twenty-fourth.”
“Well, mine’s the thirtieth, so that’ll help you remember it more.”
While she pulled her clothes back on, I found gym clothes for myself. Basketball shorts and an Enforcer tee had me feeling more myself.
Well, that and Sydney being around.
We walked down the stairs together, and I pulled her into the bathroom after she found her heels, all while she grumbled about the burns not hurting “that bad”. She’d been working on a nice light tan when I saw her last. The extremely defined line on her shoulders from her sleeves made it more than evident she burned easily.
I was so pissed that no one stopped to think about putting lotion on her fair skin. For a crew that was so concerned about whether my hair was any longer than a half inch or not, I would have expected more from them.
Thankfully, there was aloe next to the supplied moisturizer and I put a good thick layer on Sydney’s shoulders and neck while she went on and on about it not being ‘that bad’.
I capped the aloe and put it back. “I’ll walk you to the elevator.”
“Ok.”
I threaded my hand in hers again and we walked to the door.
“I’m serious. Come find me when you’re done.”
She nodded, “I will, Caleb.” I liked that her words held every piece of truth.
I walked her to the elevator and hit the ‘down’ button for her before hitting the opposite for myself.
“Isn’t breakfast on one of the upper decks?”
“You want to change, don’t you?” I lifted a brow down at her.
“Yeah, that’s probably helpful.”
We stood in comfortable silence the few moments before the elevator dinged open for her. I kissed her on the lips once more before she walked in and before the doors closed, I gave her one last thing for parting.
“And get rid of the sex hair. The girls really wouldn’t like you.”
Her eyes widened and I couldn’t help but chuckle as the doors slid closed.
Sydney
Well, it was true.
Breakfast was indeed effing awkward.
Not only did I arrive late, which I knew was happening, but the moment I sat down, all conversation ceased. You could hear crickets, I kid you not.
Then, once the girls started talking among themselves again, the host of the show, Stewart, came in and clasped his hands together in front of him in quite the dramatic fashion and had me stand. Yes, stand, in front of the group. Thank goodness I fixed my messy bun and put on one of my own outfits. My bag had indeed made it to the ship, as did a closetful of fancier clothes, dresses, and barely there bikinis.
For today, I chose my own clothes. Linen shorts and a flowy tank were the way to go.
Then, Stewart proceeded to tell everyone that the two women who went on a date with Caleb yesterday were both sent home because I came back to reclaim the love of my life.
Great way to make friends, I’m telling you.
After breakfast, four of the girls were called over to do monologue pieces and everyone else was dismissed. There was talk about pools and sunbathing on the decks, but no one invited me along. Not that I was expecting an invite.
Not that I wanted an invite.
I followed a couple of the girls down to the contestant wing, where the three of them went into one room. Not without looking over their shoulders at me, of course.
All the girls were freaking beautiful. If I weren’t so anxious about what was going to happen in the coming days, I’d pat myself on the back for doing a damn good job.
I went to my room to do, well…nothing. After sitting on my balcony for a little while, I decided to go seek out Caleb. He asked me to, after all.
I made sure there was no one to witness my trek before heading to the coded elevators. I typed in the code Caleb gave me and rode to his suite. Unfortunately, when I got to his room he wasn’t there. Or he just didn’t feel like opening his door but I was banking on the whole not being there scenario.
He must have been at the gym still.
Unsure where that was exactly, I hit the ‘up’ button and figured I’d just hit every deck until I found it. Thankfully, that was only two floors of mystery. Also thankfully, the moment the elevator doors opened, I was in the gym.
Nothing like door-side service to a gym.
And there, right in front of me, his back to me, was Caleb running on a treadmill. Facing a window wall of course. Because there’s nothing more organic than running on water.
I stepped out of the car and just watched him for a moment. On certain strides, I could see he had ear buds in his ears, which was likely the reason he didn’t hear the elevator. With each stride of his run, his back muscles bunched and released, from his shoulders down to his back. He was, in a word, beautiful. He was a gorgeous man and it thrilled me a little to know he wanted me. Five foot two, redheaded, A-chested me.
I must have watched him for five minutes before he hit the stop button and braced his feet on either side of the belt, hanging his head low between his shoulders. Taking that as my cue, I walked over to him.
So he didn’t smell all that great, but he certainly smelled better than the tunnel had when I first met him. I was going to put my hand on his back, but the man was a wet, sweaty mess. That, and I didn’t want to startle the poor guy.
So instead, I sidled myself up and in front of him, squeezing my body between the window and machine. I was immediately rewarded by his wide yet cr
ooked grin with his beautiful dimple.
“Hey, Chief,” he said, pulling the buds out of his ears. “How was breakfast?”
“Hell.” I smiled with the word, though. It was its own hell, yes, but I was expecting it to be.
“You survived to talk about it, so that’s something.” He unplugged his earbuds from the treadmill and wound them around his hand before pocketing them. “You make friends and plans, or are you spending the day with me?”
“I thought getting an extra day with you was a good idea.”
He nodded as he reached for his shirt on the treadmill next to his. “It’s a fantastic idea.” He wiped at his face, then chest, with the shirt.
“You could probably use a shower first though. You are a smelly mess.”
“I thought I told you I don’t do the whole B.O. thing.” His grin widened to a full smile.
I grimaced, playing along. “Yeah, hate to burst your bubble, but you’re pretty ripe right now.”
He stepped off the treadmill but rather than stepping away, he stepped toward me so he could put a hand to my lower back, reeling me in. He was courteous though and rather than pull me smack dab up to his sweaty self, he kept a good ten inches between us as he leaned down to peck my lips. I had to grin at the puckering of his lips, as if he was trying to keep as much distance between us as possible. I rose up on tiptoe to meet him for the brief contact and when he pulled away, he grabbed my hand to help me out of my somewhat tight space.
“Did you shower before breakfast?”
“If that’s your way of asking me to shower with you, it’s not really subtle.”
“Wasn’t going for subtle. Was trying to conserve water.” He winked at me and we made our way to the elevator car. When the doors opened, Caleb hit a switch that turned off the lights, fans, and other miscellaneous noises further proving that maybe, just maybe, conservation was indeed his goal.
Until he grabbed my ass, making me shrill in the car.
I slapped at his hand. “Caleb!”
He had the audacity to simply laugh at me.
“You forget I know your spots, mister.”
“I have forgotten nothing,” he said, staring straight ahead at the closed elevator doors with a grin on his face. He kept his hand on the curve of my ass but his fingers behaved themselves.
We rode to his floor, where he opened the door and stepped aside, his arm stretched out to hold the door for me. I stepped past him and faked a gag when I was near his armpit. “Dang, Caleb…”
He walked in right behind me and rather than go to the loft or window, we made a quick turn into his bathroom. Which, like the previous one, was astronomically huge.
“I love the way you smell when you’re wet,” he stated.
I fought the urge to roll my eyes and laugh. “Just take a shower, Caleb.”
He shucked his pants off quickly and I wasn’t all that surprised to see he was sporting chub. He walked to the shower and his swag definitely showed he was well aware my eyes were on his semi-hard, swinging dick.
“You’re so easy, Syd.”
“Me?” I looked up at him, my eyes wide open and brows raised. “You’re the one who’s hard whenever I’m around.”
He smirked. “Yet you doubted my intentions.”
“I never…doubted your intentions,” I scoffed. Caleb just chuckled and stepped into the shower, turning the water to a blast.
I walked to the glass enclosure to take a peek at this shower. Like the other, this one was more than adequate for one, two people. Unlike his old suite though, this one had all the fancy shower heads. So many bells and whistles.
“I’m curious how much a suite such as this one actually goes for, you know, for the general public.” I stayed on the outside, leaning in. The bastard flipped a knob though, and a ceiling rainfall started to fall, dousing my head.
“Shit. Looks like you have to join me after all.”
“You’re a bastard, you know that?”
“I have a dad, thanks. He’s pretty great.”
I stepped away from the shower, grinning and gave in to the temptation, pulling myself from my clothes. “No one likes a smartass, Caleb.”
“But I do have a mighty fine one.”
“You’re being such a schmuck.” I stepped into the shower when I was fully naked, my hair out of its messy bun.
“I’ve told myself that a couple of times recently, yes.”
There were so many shower heads going, it was impossible to not become completely wet within seconds of stepping in the shower. Caleb was in the process of lathering himself up with his wonderful smelling body gel so I reached around him to do the same.
“I love it when you smell like me,” he said with a grin, his eyes watching my hands as I spread the soapy bubbles around my shoulders and arms.
“I don’t have a choice when I shower with you.”
“Admit it, you like smelling like me, too.”
“Where did this head of yours come from, Caleb?” I smiled wide. He was being incredibly playful today and I was enjoying it. It made every moment of unease completely worth it.
“You see, there’s this redhead…” He winked at me before lathering soap in his hair and closing his eyes to rinse it completely out.
“Hey, now, don’t blame me.” I found a sealed bottle of 2-in-1 shampoo-conditioner on the ledge and wrestled it open. Must be nice to use body soap in your hair…
When I freed the cap and the offending cardboard disc inside, I poured a liberal amount in my hand to work through my hair. Shampoo-conditioners never had enough conditioner for my hair. Battling the snarls was going to be hell.
“Turn around.”
I lifted my brows at Caleb, but did as he said, all while working the suds into the ends of my hair. After I turned, his hands were at my scalp, gently massaging. I almost forgot how his hands in my hair felt. He did a really good job.
I let my hands drop to my sides and tilted my head forward, allowing him to work his magic. He was surprisingly gentle, finger combing the strands as he rinsed the suds out.
“I love your hair,” he said a bit gruffly.
I grinned. “It has its plusses and minuses. I’ve considered cutting it.”
“God, don’t do that.” I felt as he wrapped the lot of it around his hand, allowing him to tug so my head rested against his shoulder and my eyes could gaze up toward his.
I knew all of this man’s cues now so rather than wait for his lips to descend down upon mine, I tried to turn in his arms so I could properly kiss him.
Unfortunately, Caleb wasn’t having it. His one hand still wound tight with my hair, he put his other just below my stomach, anchoring me back into him. He pulled my hair just enough so I would tilt my head to the side and finally, finally, his lips were on mine.
And it was the plundering, feverish kiss that I wanted so badly earlier in the morning. I tried to snake my arms behind me, between our bodies, but Caleb simply pressed me closer. Instead, I settled with putting my hands behind him, wherever they’d land.
Which ended up being his somewhat hairy hamstrings, but I was ok with that. When Caleb moved his hand so he could slide his fingers between my folds, I dug my nails in. When he removed his lips from mine only so he could bite where my neck and shoulder met, I dropped my jaw and spread my legs. With my eyes now closed, I lifted a leg and blindly found a ledge to put my foot on.
Caleb licked the spot he bit before moving his grinning lips up the side of my neck, where he nibbled at my earlobe. “You want something, pretty girl?”
“More. I want more.” I opened my eyes and dropped my chin to try and watch as his fingers disappeared below me. His sinewy, tanned forearm was a stark contrast to my slightly tanned stomach, but an even greater contrast to my white bikini area.
“Tell me what you want,” he said into my ear.
I couldn’t help the following words. “What I really, really want?”
The reference was lost on him though. “Yes, Syd. What yo
u really want.” What a waste of late nineties lyrics.
“Touch me.”
“I am touching you.” To prove his point, he slid his fingers over my clit, then around my clit, squeezing the nub between his two fingers.
“In me, around me. God, I need to come, Caleb.” I squeezed my eyes shut again and tilted my hips in a desire to get his fingers where I needed them. “One of these days, you’re going to be sorry you’re such a fucking tease.”
“God, I love it when you swear at me,” he chuckled behind me. It was all worth it though, when he plundered not one, but two of his thick fingers into me. I let out a breathy groan and rocked my hips against his hand. With his palm against my clit, he thrust his fingers in and out while nibbling along my neck. I was going to come so much sooner than I truly wanted. I loved his hands on me, his mouth on me. And while yes, he proved to me I could orgasm more than one time per sexy session, it did take some work.
Or so I told myself.
No one wanted to be an easy hussy, even though coming was so freaking glorious.
Not truly intending to, I clamped my inner muscles down around his fingers as he pulled out, causing an even tighter friction when he pushed back in. That paired with a well-timed nibble, and I was coming hard. I shouted out his name and pushed my head back into his shoulder. If it weren’t for his arm around me, I’m sure I would have ended up a melted heap on the shower floor, my legs were quivering so badly.
When my mind settled, I could still feel his fingers lodged in me and his lips grinning against my shoulder. “Goddamn, that’s so fun. Let’s move this to the bed and have even more fun.”
Caleb
Day 10 of 21
It was another day at sea and I was beyond grateful.
The last three days weren’t at all what I’d been hoping for. The day after Sydney’s first full day, the girls had an all-girl group activity in the skate rink that kept Sydney occupied most of the day. That same night, the full group of us took in a show but the other women kept stealing my time, and I hadn’t been able to enjoy any of the show with Syd.
Then, the next day, I had a duo date with Michaela and Jennifer, where I sent Michaela home.
