The Billionaire's Christmas Cruise

by Dakota Rebel

  Unwilling to risk waking her, I just closed my eyes and held her tighter. If she was comfortable, that was all that mattered to me. Her happiness would always be the only thing that mattered.

  Chapter Nine

  ~ Emerson ~

  “When I’m with you, I almost forget I’m on this huge ship on this even more enormous body of water.” I was leaning my crossed arms on the boat’s railing and watching as we pulled into port. Chase stood beside me, his hand rubbing up and down my back.

  I knew he was comforting me as I confronted my fear, standing out here in the wind and facing what most scared me. Well, not most, I suppose. I mean, I wasn’t in the water. He did that for me. Made me brave. Like last night when I’d told him I wanted him. I couldn’t imagine ever saying that to another man. Of course, I’d never felt what I did for Chase when I was around other guys. Just the idea made me shudder. It was only Chase.

  I loved him.

  And not because he’d given me the best oral of my life. The only actually, but that was beside the point. It was just…I loved him. It had started in Vegas and grown while we’d been apart, and now on this cruise…

  He did everything for me. His every thought seemed to be for me and how I felt or how I’d react, what I’d like or dislike. I knew that couldn’t go on forever. I mean…real life. Reality meant we’d have to go our separate ways soon. He’d have to worry about his company in Nevada, and I’d have to go back to my coding job at the security firm in Chicago.

  Maybe, that’s why we didn’t do more last night. I mean, I think he said it was because I deserved more or better or something. I was a little fuzzy on that. But all I knew was I’d slept better the past couple nights in his arms than I ever had before. Shocking, considering we were on a floating deathtrap.

  “What’s wrong?” he asked after the silence between us had stretched for a while.

  “Nothing. I just told you things are great when I’m with you.”

  “And then you went deep in your head.”

  I shrugged. My drama was my drama. I didn’t want to scare him, and I wasn’t so sure telling him I loved him was a good idea. I know we haven’t been together long, Chase, but I’m super in love with you. I want to have your babies.

  Babies? Oh God…

  “What are we doing today?” I asked.

  “Checking out the jungle. Getting the Bob Marley Experience in Montego Bay, where we’ll get to do some shopping, too, if you want.”

  “No alcohol?” I said.

  “I’m pretty sure they won’t let you do the jungle thing if you’ve been drinking—and I don’t think they’re offered in-flight.”

  “In flight?”

  * * * *

  Chase slung his arm around me as we sat close together on the chairlift that was cruising along over and through the jungle canopy, “in flight”. Lush green surrounded us and even on this sunny, warm day offered cool relief. And we weren’t at all near the beach.

  I felt a little guilty about that. I mean obviously Chase liked water or he wouldn’t have booked a cruise for us. There were plenty of other ways he could have gotten us alone. Maybe I could hang out in a lounger tomorrow and drink umbrella drinks while he surfed or snorkeled or whatever they did out there in the water on these trips.

  “It’s gorgeous here,” I commented as the ride meandered along.

  “Um-hmm,” he hummed, his free hand brushing along my thigh. “I’m liking that this wasn’t a popular excursion today.”

  “Yeah,” I said, looking up at him as he nonchalantly traced the edge of my shorts’ leg. “I was pretty surprised we were the only ones.”

  “Yeah,” he echoed, but he actually didn’t look surprised in the least.

  My eyes narrowed. “You bought out the whole thing, didn’t you?”

  He shrugged. “Maybe. Are you angry? I wanted to get you alone.”

  I looked around. We were up in the sky, 700 feet above sea level we were told and there wasn’t a soul in sight since the entire ride had been bought out by an annoying billionaire. “Well, we are alone.”

  And damn it, I couldn’t even be irritated by him. It was such a sweet gesture. Over the top. But sweet.

  I closed my hand around his as his fingertips started to slip under the edge of my pant leg.

  “What are you doing?”

  He leaned in, kissing his way up my neck to my ear. “Thinking seriously about how long it would take to give you an orgasm up here.”

  Not long.

  I swallowed hard, thinking of the two he’d given me last night. I’d been on the edge of desperate need since we woke up this morning. It had been so natural, and there hadn’t been a bit of nerves between us. We’d started stirring awake, still wrapped together, Chase spooning behind me. I’d turned in his arms and he’d rolled me under him for a kiss.

  But my damn dress had been all twisted up around us. A real mood killer.

  Then reality had started to sink in. Not nerves over what had happened between us, because hell, yes, I wanted it again. If his hard cock poking into me this morning and the way he kept touching me was any indication, Chase had no regrets either.

  So I’d gotten up to get ready for the day and made myself a vow that I wasn’t drinking a lick of alcohol today. Tonight, that man was making love to me, even if I had to do a throw down and cowgirl him.

  I pressed my lips together, hiding my grin at the thought. I had no fucking idea what I was thinking. Cowgirl him? What the hell did that even mean?

  I squeezed his hand then let go, dragging my fingertips over the back then over to his thigh. I parted my legs a little. “Have at it, then.”

  Chase made that growly sound I noticed came out when he was happy about something—usually something to do with me and giving me pleasure. He pulled at my leg closest to him and draped it over his, opening me up more. The arm still around my shoulder hugged me tighter as he turned to me—as much as the seat-lift bar would allow him to, anyway.

  “Give me your mouth,” he commanded.

  His lips were on me, opening, devouring, kissing me deeply as those naughty fingers pushed into my shorts. He didn’t bother with the leg this time, instead, popping my button and slipping in past the waistband and into my panties.

  I groaned into his mouth as he stroked two fingers up and down my pussy, getting me wetter and wetter with each pass.

  “You like that?” he whispered against me.

  “Yes.”

  “Tell me. Tell me what you like.”

  “I…” My cheeks flamed. I couldn’t do that, um, dirty talk stuff. Sure it turned me on, but I’d feel silly.

  Chase’s fingers stilled, and I realized that if naughty words made me hot, maybe it did the same for him. I was being selfish.

  “I like you touching me,” I murmured hesitantly. “I like your fingers on…my…pussy. I want them in me.”

  “I’ll give you anything,” he promised.

  “Anything? That’s a dangerous vow.”

  “I trust you. And you’re my everything. Why wouldn’t I give you whatever you want and need?”

  “I trust you, too.”

  “Do you?”

  I cupped his cheeks and brought his mouth back to mine. “I do. Except…”

  “Except what?” he asked, concerned. “Babe, what is it?”

  “Well, you promised me this orgasm and you’re not following through.”

  He groaned, and his hand started moving again, sliding up and down, flicking or squeezing my clit. Strands of electrified pleasure surged to my core, tightening, preparing for explosive release.

  Boldly, I reached over and grasped his cock through his board shorts. I needed to touch him while he was touching me. He groaned the second I made contact, and I felt his length jump. “That’s right. Oh fuck. Squeeze him, Em.”

  My fingers flexed. “Like this?”

  “Yes,” he hissed. The fingers that had been sliding along my slit worked inside me. Slowly…

  “Oh,” I
gasped. “It’s so full.”

  “Just imagine how this tight little pussy will feel when I get my cock in her.” Said pussy flexed around him, and everything was even tighter.

  “Chase,” I whimpered, not even sure what I was asking for. More of those digits? For him to take them out? No, not that.

  “I got you.” He started a sedate in and out that was so opposite of the frantic need pulsing in me. “Match me,” he whispered.

  I nodded, realizing that I’d stopped moving my hand. Concentrating, I started gliding my hand up and down his cock. I wished I was touching his skin, but stopping didn’t seem like an option. Especially, when his thumb started flicking over my clit. He kissed me hard, capturing all my cries as I came. I squeezed Chase, overcome in my bliss, and his cry echoed mine as I felt him jerk.

  His head dropped to my shoulder. “Fuck, Em.”

  “I wish you would. Can I have that for Christmas?”

  He chuckled into my throat. “You want me to wait that long?”

  A few more days? “No! I’ve been a very good girl. I think I deserve it every day until then—and on Christmas, too.”

  And the day after Christmas, I’d go home with memories that time would never erase.

  Chapter Ten

  ~ Emerson ~

  “I arranged dinner in our room, tonight,” Chase said when we headed back to the cabin at about five. After the morning on the jungle ride, we’d forgone the shopping and come back to the boat. I didn’t want him spending more money on me—though he assured me he was loaded and could take the hit—and I’d yet to experience much of what the ship had to offer.

  Since he gave me whatever I wanted, Chase agreed and we spent time wandering the decks. After a quick trip back to our room so Chase could change his shorts, removing the evidence of our passion over the jungle, we’d visited the nightclub at the very top of the vessel, with a phenomenal view of the area behind us. It had been closed, but they allowed people in there to wander and relax away from the crowds. Then on one of the decks, we’d laughed and played chess on a giant board fashioned on the floor and pieces that came to mid-thigh.

  Then he’d indulged me with a trip to one of the many buffets. So. Much. Food. I wasn’t actually sure I’d be able to eat dinner. Chase had just laughed and off we’d jogged—or in my case waddled—to a bar at the back of the huge boat where we’d played trivia with a bunch of other passengers and then listened to contestants in the ship’s version of American Idol.

  Excursions with Chase were amazing, but just hanging out with him and having fun was even better. I’m not sure he let go of my hand the entire day, except maybe when we’d been at the buffet.

  “Dinner in the room is cool,” I agreed. “We won’t have to dress up then.”

  “No. We can even be naked.”

  I licked my bottom lip then sank my teeth into it. I couldn’t imagine sitting across from him nude while we ate. Not yet anyway. Maybe after? And then a lot tomorrow. We’re at sea all day.

  His smile was a little wolfish, and I got the feeling he was thinking of eating me up—or just eating me as the case might be.

  “I didn’t drink at all today,” I added.

  “I noticed.”

  “And I know exactly what I want.”

  “And what’s that, love.”

  Love…? I swallowed hard. “You.”

  “You have me.”

  Crap, he was going to make me say it.

  I narrowed my eyes at him. “I’m going to change for dinner. You can have your meal here, and I’ll do the buffet or something.”

  Turning on my heel, I marched toward our bedroom. I screeched when he suddenly scooped me up from behind. He didn’t slow until he dropped me on the bed, him following and covering me in one smooth motion. Grabbing my wrists, he held them down on either side of my head while he loomed over me.

  “No tantrums. Use your words, Em.”

  “I…want…you. To get off me!”

  One side of his mouth twitched, and he shook his head. He brushed his lips over mine. “You want me to get you off? Okay.”

  “That’s not—”

  But when he started kissing his way down the V of my neckline, I stopped arguing. He might be infuriating sometimes, but mostly, he just wanted me and wanted me to be happy.

  I squirmed against his grasp on my wrists, not to get away but because I wanted to help him get off my shirt then remove his…so I could touch him everywhere.

  “Do you really want me to let you go? Do you want me to stop?” he asked against my lips. “You know I won’t do anything you don’t want.”

  “Don’t you dare. Or I’ll…I’ll…” I’d what? That was the thing with threats. You actually had to have something good to back up your ire.

  “You’ll what?” The tone of his rumbling voice was a dead giveaway, even if I could only feel his smile as he kissed me near my ear.

  “What?” I sighed, distracted. He made me feel so good, melty, tingly everywhere.

  “What will you do if I stop?”

  “Don’t stop.” My fingers flexed, and I went to reach for him, only to realize he still held down my wrists. It almost surprised me. Nothing threw me off-kilter, but something about this man took my whole brain offline.

  “Or…?”

  “Um…or…um…” I’d what? “I’ll never speak to you again! Quit talking about stopping.”

  “You’re the one who told me to get off you.”

  “Do you want to?”

  He nipped at my shoulder. “Fuck, no. Not in this lifetime.”

  Given permission to go forward, though, he did release my wrists. Before I could reach for him, he was sweeping my T-shirt up over my head. It fluttered to the floor while he reached for the strings of the bikini top I wore beneath it.

  “I’ve been dying to see these,” he told me as he pushed away the fabric, his mouth already kissing along one slope. “The peek you gave me the other day in the cabana was only enough to torment me. I’ve been craving these little nipples in my mouth.”

  As if to prove the point, he covered one, sucking it deep into his mouth. I arched, crying out. My fingers speared into his soft locks while his tongue and teeth played over me. I was getting so wet, so needy with every draw, every nip. I writhed, trying to get closer. Needing…more. But not knowing exactly what. The only what in my head was Chase. I just needed Chase in a way I’d never needed anyone or anything.

  He moved back and forth between my breasts, driving me higher toward the cliff where I knew I’d plummet over into pleasure. But he took his time. There was no rush in his action, though the urgency loomed there, thick in the air. The atmosphere vibrated with our passion, wrapping us in a tight blanket that blocked everything but each other.

  I pulled at his shirt, needing to feel his skin against me. Almost as if reading my mind, but never missing a beat, he yanked it off and tossed it next to mine.

  A groan escaped me as my palms landed on his warm, soft skin. The firm muscles beneath told me how much time he spent taking care of this magnificent body—a lot. I knew he hadn’t been going to the ship’s gym since he’d been spending every moment with me, but he’d been active and gotten a workout carrying me around. Often. Which I liked.

  My fingertips traveled down his sides to his slim hips, hitting his loose waistband. If he could touch me then…

  I pushed inside and pulled him closer to me. At some point, he’d wedged between my thighs. I lifted them around him, pushing my feet into the mattress as I tried to get closer to him. His jean-clad cock pressed into my pussy, grinding into me as I sought my pleasure.

  Chase nipped the underside of one breast, making me gasp and shiver before he started a path of fiery kisses down my torso. I tightened my legs around him, trying to keep his ridge firmly against to me.

  “Chase…” I complained.

  “I’ve got you.” His hands were at my shorts’ button. He flicked it open and shoved down the zipper, then my shorts and bikini bottoms
were skimming down my legs. Memories of last night and the bliss he’d given me returned, all the fuzziness clearing to give me perfect sublime recollection.

  “Yes. Yes, Chase. Put your mouth on me again,” I rasped out, still a little reluctant to talk like that, but needing him so much. I knew he liked it. I’d do anything for him. I loved him. “I—Oh God yes!” I exclaimed as he spread my folds and buried his face in me.

  That wicked tongue flicked over me, gathering all my wetness and creating more. I bucked when he wasted no time adding first one finger then another to the mix. My groan came from deep in my chest as he started finger-fucking me. I’d touched myself, but it had never, ever been anything like this.

  “You’re sweeter than the best dessert,” he said against me. “And all mine. This is all mine.”

  “Yes, yours,” I gasped. “Oh please, Chase…”

  He sucked hard on my clit, and I tumbled over the edge. But then he was leaving me.

  “No,” I cried, grabbing at him.

  “Protection, Em. I want nothing more than to fill you with my cum and plant my baby in you, but not yet. We’re not there yet. I want time with you, just you before we have to share.”

  “Okay.” He was right, even if a little part of me wanted him to get me pregnant. Or try. Yes, lots of trying…

  My eyes went wide as he stood beside the bed, and I watched him take off his pants. I’d felt his cock beneath my hand today, but seeing it… My tongue shot over my bottom lip, wetting it before I swallowed hard. He was…magnificent. Hard. Long. Thick.

  I breathed raggedly, thinking of how much pleasure that shaft would bring me—but only because it was attached to the most perfect man I’d ever met.

  “Don’t be scared,” he said. He’d grabbed a condom from the bedside table, and now ripped it open with his teeth. Quickly, he rolled it on, and I almost frowned at the travesty of covering his length.

  “I’m not.” I held out my arms, wanting him cradled against my body again, wanting him in me, needing him to take the virginity that belonged to him.

  He hummed as he covered me. “Em, you feel so fucking good.”