“More!” he gasps.
“More fingers or do you want my cock?”
“I… I…” he stutters in between moans. I’ve made him incoherent. I love it.
My cock makes the decision. I need to be buried in him. Luckily, opening a condom packet and rolling one on, is something I’m very practiced at. It takes me no time at all but he is still whimpering impatiently for me.
Hurriedly, I get into position, leaning over him while lining my cock up to his hole with one hand.
“Ready?” I ask.
He nods, and I start to push in. He gasps, so I slow right down. The very tip of my cock is just breaching his hole. It is the most amazing sensation I have ever felt. I push in a little more and I can feel him stretching around me. Then suddenly I’m past his tight ring of muscle, he cries out as I sink all the way into him.
He is so tight it’s making me see stars. Catching my breath, I try a gentle roll of my hips. He drops his legs and clutches onto my shoulders. I pause until I’m certain that he is happy. Then I roll my hips again but they take over and we are fucking. I’m sliding in and out of him. He is writhing and moaning. His hole is clenching and spasming around my cock and there is no way I’m going to last much longer.
His legs wrap around my waist. He is clinging onto me. It awakens something primal within me.
He clamps down around my cock, his back arches off the bed as he screams. Thick ropes of cum shoot out of his cock. The sight of it, along with the sensation of him so damn tight around me, triggers my own balls to release. My orgasm rips through me, setting every inch of me alight with pleasure and satisfaction. My sight dims, my hearing shuts down. I’m nothing but the ecstasy coursing through me.
A timeless moment passes. Still panting heavily, I look down. Mackenzie is staring up at me, his blue eyes wide and full of emotion. I’m still inside him even though my cock is swiftly softening.
“That was intense,” he breathes.
It really was. I’ve never come at the same time as a partner before. I’ve never had such mind-blowing sex before. Mackenzie looks dazed. He looks vulnerable, like he might cry.
I pull out as gently as I can, swiftly deal with the condom, and lie down on my side beside him. He seems frozen in place, so I pull him to me. He tenses for a moment and then clings to me again. Snuggling up as close to me as he can get, he holds me like I’m the only one who can save him from the void. I wrap my arms around him and hold him tight. Promising him with my body language to keep him safe, to cherish him always.
I hope he believes me.
Chapter nineteen
Kit
ThenextmorningIreach out for him, but he is gone. I am alone in the bed. Sitting up hastily, I quickly scan the room. It’s empty. Rolling out of the covers, I scramble into some pajamas and head out in search of him.
Some tiny, rational part of my mind wakes up to ask me why the hell I’m panicking. We are on a hundred foot yacht, he can’t have gone very far. Even if he wanted to, he can’t run away before I get a chance to talk to him.
I find him in the messroom, sitting at the immaculately laid table. He is pouring himself a coffee and there is a croissant on a small plate in front of him. Sunlight streams in through the window, illuminating his golden hair. He is fully dressed, freshly showered and neatly put together. Unlike me.
“Hi,” I say awkwardly as I scratch the back of my head.
“Hi,” he answers tonelessly without looking up.
He might as well have punched me in the gut. It would have hurt far less. Through the pain, panic sets in.
“Are you sore, did I hurt you?” I blurt.
He flushes a vivid shade of crimson but shakes his head before taking a bite of the croissant. Relief causes me to sag heavily into the chair opposite him. I’m so glad I didn’t hurt him physically, but it’s clear he is still pissed at me or just massively regretting last night.
I know we were never going to waltz off into the sunset together. I know it was supposed to be a casual, probably only onetime thing, but I don’t want him to regret it. I don’t want him to hate me for it.
“What did I do wrong?” I ask hopelessly.
He pauses with the croissant half-way to his mouth. His blue eyes fix on me, wide and full of surprise. After staring at me for a moment, he carefully puts the pastry back down on the plate before wiping his fingers on the white linen serviette.
“You haven’t done anything wrong,” he says carefully.
I know that tone. I’ve used it on overly emotional girls myself. When I was disappointed that they wanted more than the good time they had sworn was all they were looking for.
