Chapter Seven, Part One
Angie was sore in the best of ways the next morning. Her inner thighs complained and she’d definitely spotted a few finger-size red marks on her ass in her reflection as she stepped into the shower. She closed the glass door, feeling slightly wicked as she watched herself in the mirror just starting to steam over. The hot water sluiced over her skin and she closed her eyes, extending the previous night’s go-with-what-feels-good vibe by letting it stream over her, soothing her aches as it reawakened her pleasure zones.
Rubbing the soap between her palms, she couldn’t help but regret that she hadn’t been able to do the same with Colt’s hard cock last night. He’d been so intent on driving her until she hit her orgasm limit that she hadn’t gotten the chance to repay the favor. But it was more than a little you-do-me, I-do-you, she realized as she soaped up her body, lingering on her breasts, still sensitive from the attention Colt had paid them last night. She craved the taste of his cock on her tongue, the feel of circling his girth with her lips, and the pressure against the back of her throat when she took him in deep. Her soapy hand glided down her belly and farther, her finger tips sinking into her tight curls.
What had that man done to her? He’d fucked her silly last night and she still wanted more this morning. She brought her fingers back up to her stomach.
Angie started and her eyes flew open at the half-groaned plea. Colt leaned against the countertop buck naked and seemingly totally unconcerned about watching her almost masturbate in the shower when she’d thought she was alone. She should say something, but he was too damn distracting for her brain to form coherent thought. Broad shoulders sinewy with muscle, biceps that needed their own zip code and a honey-colored happy trail that divided the bottom half of his six pack and drew her attention to his thick cock only half hard—and yet still it was enough to make her mouth water and her nipples harden to stiff peaks.
“No.” Not when she had the real thing here. She pushed the door open. “Join me.”
His dick stiffened and bobbed in agreement with her plan. “Now who’s demanding?”
She didn’t say anything—didn’t need to. He did as told.
The cruise ship shower wasn’t big to begin with, but adding in Colt shrank it even more. Good thing she didn’t need a lot of room for what she wanted.
Circling his pale, flat nipple with a fingertip, she pushed him back until that hard ass of his hit the shower wall. She sank to her knees, the water sprinkling against her back, and leaned forward to lick his cock from base to the plump head, her right hand twisting as she followed her tongue’s path.
His responding moan worked its way down her spine and spread outward in waves of desire.
She needed to push him as hard as he drove her last night. Her hands snaked up his thick thighs, hard enough to break a nail on, and cupped his ass tight.
Moving his hips, he dragged his hardness across her cheek, leaving a trail of salty pre-come in its wake, until the tip rested against her bottom lip.
She stared up at him, getting a rush from the absolute fucking awe on his face as he watched his dick rest on her bottom lip. Bringing her lips together, she kissed the tip with the lightest suction and then relaxed her mouth so she could lap at his head.
His ass tensed under her hands and he threaded his fingers into her hair. “Touch yourself.”
Sinking her nails into is tight ass, she engulfed him before he could try to give her any more orders.
“Fuck me,” he groaned, dropping the back of his head to the shower wall and closing his eyes. “God yes.”
She increased her speed, using her tongue to flick against his heated skin and trace the path of the vein on his underside. Bobbing her head up and down, she kept her lips tight around him until she buried her nose in his tight curls, loosening her grip but increasing the suction on the return trip.
His hands tightened in her hair, forcing her to stop. “I want you to come when I’m buried in that sweet, hot mouth of yours.”
Now that was a plan she could agree to. She released his ass and slipped her fingers between her slick folds as he pumped into her mouth.
“So.” He withdrew. “Damn.” He surged forward. “Hot.”
Knowing he was watching her only added to the desire tightening her core and threatening to sweep her away. She lifted her gaze so she could see him and her fingers stopped moving when she saw the look on his face. He wasn’t lost in the moment. He was living in it—with her. They were on this journey together every step of the way.
He brushed a drop of water from her forehead. “Come for me.”
There wasn’t any question of not complying. Her fingers practically flew as they circled her clit and she moved her head in sync with the movement of his hips. It started in her thighs, the buzzing, pulsing tingling that rose to a constant hum that zipped up and exploded within her. She moaned around his dick filling her mouth and he came with her name on his lips.
He slid down the shower wall and pulled her into his lap. Silent and still shuttering from aftershocks, they sat in the shower until the alarm on her phone went off. The real world had given them all the time they were going to get.
“Come on, we docked at Jacques Island at dawn.” She stood under the shower spray and shampooed her hair. “There’s a Thunder fan parasailing adventure that you’re signed up for.”
“Not even in my current state of post-orgasmic bliss will I agree to that.”
They traded places and she stepped out of the shower, wrapping a towel around her hair and another around her body. “What’s wrong, you chicken?”
“No. Hanging from a parachute that’s tied to a boat with a rope has to be considered a violation of my hazardous activities clause.” He turned off the shower and grabbed a towel from the rack above the toilet and began to dry off. “Anyway, I’m not crazy.”
“The team signed off on the parasailing as non-hazardouss—so did the league.” She arched an eyebrow in a silent question.
He laughed. “Alright fine, I’ll go. I need time to figure out where to make reservations at for when we get back to Miami. Do you like Chinese? I know the best place.”
Something a lot like hope made her stomach do the loop de loop. She knew better, but being around Colt made it hard not to believe in something that would never happen. “I’m not sure that’s such a good idea.”
“Only because you haven’t had their crab Rangoon yet.”
“I mean us…after this.” They docked in Miami tomorrow morning, a fact she’d been trying to forget since she’d woken up wrapped in Colt’s arms. If that wasn’t reason enough to warn her away from him, she didn’t know what would be.
“I told you.” He cupped her chin and tilted it upward. “I’m not like the other guys on the team who’ve screwed your friends over. Let me prove it to you.”
She pushed his hand away; his touch made it too hard to think about anything but saying yes. “I’ll think about it.”
He opened his mouth, but shut it before any words came out. He gave his hair a final rub with the towel and flipped the white terrycloth across his shoulders before dipping his head down to her level and sneaking a kiss. “I’m a stubborn son of a bitch. I’ll get you to see my way of it.”
Then, he walked out without another world.
Angie swiped a hand across the foggy mirror and tried to recognize the woman in the mirror who already looked half in love.
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