Slowly, he slides down my body, trailing kisses down my abdomen, down my happy trail, until I feel his hot breath against my throbbing cock.
I let out an agonized groan as he teases me, just flicking the tip of his tongue against me.
“Mmm,” he groans again before flicking his eyes up to meet mine. “Stay still and don’t come until I tell you,” he whispers harshly.
My cock jumps at his words. Fucking Christ, I never realized how hot it is to be bossed around in bed.
“Can you do that for me, Penn?” Hunter waits a beat for me to nod my agreement before dragging his tongue up my rock-hard cock from base to tip, his eyes never leaving mine. “Good boy,” he says, his low growl hitting me down low in my gut, and I have to bite down hard on the inside of my cheek to stop from screaming with pleasure.
“Fuck, you taste good,” he whispers before sinking his mouth down over my cock, sucking me down to the base in one smooth movement.
“Oh Jesus,” I cry, fisting the sheets beside me, working desperately to stay still in the face of the most intense pleasure I’ve ever experienced.
Hunter sucks and twirls and licks me until I’m on the razor’s edge, his strong hands holding my hips in place, helping me stay still. Helping me to be good for him.God, why is that so fucking hot?
He alternates between licking long, leisurely stripes up my dick and sucking me to the back of his throat, swallowing around me. His talented fingers gently toy with my balls, every so often sliding a bit lower to press on that sensitive spot just above my hole.
I feel as though I might pass out from the pleasure when he suddenly rises above me, taking me in a kiss that feels more like he’s devouring me. He licks deeply into me before pulling back and replacing his tongue with two fingers, sliding them into my mouth. “Get them nice and wet, baby.”
My eyes roll back in my head as I suck and lick at his fingers as if they’re his cock, getting them wet and slippery before he pulls them out, and that evil smile crosses his face again. “Mmm, so good for me. You’re being such a good boy.”
Oh. My. God.
Sliding back down my body, he takes me into his mouth again, all the way to the root, sucking me with everything he’s got while he toys with my entrance, pressing against it gently before pulling back to circle the rim with his fingertips. My body longs to chase him, desperate to feel him inside me, but he makes me wait and wait and wait, sucking me like a goddamn vacuum the entire time.
Finally, unable to control myself anymore, I let out a whine, knowing I’m on the verge of what might be the hardest orgasm of my life. “Now, Penn. Come for me, now.” He pulls off my dick and whispers the words at the exact same time as he slides two fingers deeply into my ready hole, hitting my prostate and lighting me up from the inside.
Finally released, I thrash and writhe against his hand, fucking myself on his fingers as the orgasm possesses me. My body shakes with the force of it, and it literally takes my breath away, every muscle clenched tight as ropes and ropes of come shoot out, splattering my abdomen and chest.
Hunter is on his knees, watching me intently. “Oh, fuck, yes, so good, so perfect for me,” he murmurs. His fingers are still inside me, pressed up against my prostate, while he jacks off furiously with the other hand. I watch through half-closed eyes as the corded muscles of his neck tighten, and he shudders as he comes, coating my spent cock and balls with his release before collapsing against me.
“Oh my god, Hunter,” I breathe as soon as I’m able to form words again.
“Mmmm,” he murmurs. He’s nestled his head into the crook of my neck, his breathing still heavy. “Shhhhh,” he whispers, feeling around blindly for a moment before he snags a pair of sleep pants—I’m not sure whose. He uses them to gently wipe me off and then tosses them onto the floor before settling beside me and pulling me into his arms.
“Are you okay?” he murmurs, his voice heavy with sleep.
“God, yes. More than okay,” I reply, happy to snuggle into him. I drift off to sleep that way, feeling safer and more cared for in his arms than I have in as long as I can remember.
Chapter fifteen
Penn
St. Croix, in the US Virgin Islands, is the ship’s first port of call. I’m thankful we have a long day in port here because morning seemed to come pretty damn early after last night. Totally fucking worth it.
Though I’m tempted to try and keep Hunter in bed with me for a repeat of last night, I’m also excited to show him one of my favorite places in the world, so I drag myself out of bed, and we throw a few things into our backpacks before heading out.
We each grab a coffee at the conveniently located shop right next to the gangway before stepping out into the pleasantly humid Caribbean heat.
As we walk down the long pier leading to the shoreline, Hunter looks around like he’s got his head on a swivel, and it’s totally adorable.
“It almost feels like a different planet, doesn’t it?” he says, his voice full of wonder.
I smile. “We’re not in Kansas anymore, Toto.”
At the end of the long, straight pier, a line of minibuses waits, ready to take the throngs of tourists to all corners of the island.We find one and ask our driver to take us to his favorite local beach, and after a quick ten-minute ride, we arrive. It does not disappoint. There’s almost no one here; the long, empty stretch of pristine white sand with bright, turquoise water lapping softly against it is nearly empty. The air smells like salty sea spray and exotic flowers, and the palm trees stand tall and proud in the sparkling sunshine, their fronds casting small shadows on the sand.
We walk down the beach a short way until we find the perfect spot tucked in beside a small cluster of palm trees. It’s partially hidden from most of the other beachgoers, and I have to stop my mind from immediately jumping to some very naughty places. Getting arrested and thrown in jail for sex in public doesn’t sound like a great time, so I’ll have to keep it in my pants today. Or at least until we get back on board the ship later.
