I can’t help but look over her body—I only have so much restraint—spread open and ready to be played with. She’s leaning back on her hands, chest pushed out, showing off her breasts, pink nipples hard and begging for me to suck on them. If I had time, I’d tie her to the bed and lick every inch of her while she begged me to let her get off.
She falls onto her back, spreads her legs wider, and lifts her hips, letting me have a better view of her pussy. I can see how wet she is from here, and my cock begs to fuck her cunt until she’s coming all over it and then let her lick it clean.
“Goddamn.” The word falls from my lips like a prayer, and she smiles. Wars have been started over pussy because of weak men like me.
She’s not wrong. If we “play,” I’m not breaking any rules. The question is, can I stop myself?
“I saw you staring at me earlier.” She smiles. “It’s okay. You can gag me if I get too loud.” Her eyes flicker to the closed door quickly before returning to mine.
Goddammit.
I stay where I am, unsure of what to do or unable to move. My slacks are undone and about to fall down my legs while my cock strains against my boxer briefs. My heart pounds just thinking about holding her down while watching my cock slide in and out of her greedy cunt.
The moment I saw her earlier, I wanted nothing more than to strip her naked and fuck her. Even though I knew I couldn’t.
“Fuck me,” I exclaim loudly when I spot a woman on the deck, sipping a glass of champagne.
“I apologize,” Saint says to an old lady glaring at me for my language. “First time on the water. He’s feeling ill.”
Her face softens, and she opens her small purse. “I understand. This will help. I always carry them for my husband.” She hands me a piece of gum for nausea, and I pop it into my mouth, mumbling my thanks.
She walks off into a crowd, and Saint turns to me. “Keep it down.”
I ignore him as I watch her look in our direction. “Goddamn…”
“Like Adam said, you can’t use your dick right now,” he reminds me, grabbing my suit jacket and pulling me up a set of stairs and out of sight of the woman.
“I can jack off while I watch her fuck herself,” I ramble, trying to look over my shoulder. “I can fuck her with things other than my cock. Record it and watch it over and over.”
“Well, here I am. What are you going to do about it?” She arches a dark brow while playfully biting her bottom lip.
“Fuck it,” I say, and she giggles softly.
I grab a tube of hand lotion off the counter in the bathroom and walk over to the end of the bed. She sits up, shoving my slacks the rest of the way down my legs and then my boxer briefs. My dick springs to attention, and she licks her lips.
“Don’t,” I growl. My body is wound so tight I’m about to burst or vomit from the seasickness. “I can’t think of my cock in your mouth,” I warn her.
Her lying on her back, her head hanging off the edge with her pouty red lips wrapped around my dick and my hands tightening on her neck—pre-cum leaks from my dick just imagining her gagging on it.
She gazes up at me through her dark-painted lashes, and her lips part when she whispers, “Play with me.”
My hand drops between her legs, and I touch her pussy. I run my fingers along her lips, and she’s soaked.
I take a shaky breath. “We shouldn’t.” I try to convince myself that I could ever deny this woman in front of me. She’s every man’s wet dream.
She picks up the lotion, pops the lid, and squeezes some into her hand. Then she gets to her knees at the edge of the bed. “Then stop me,” she tells me.
“I don’t even know your name.” I want to roll my eyes at myself. I’m just trying to come up with reasons as to why I shouldn’t be here with her right now. Like her name fucking matters. It didn’t when I first saw her out on the deck.
“Eve.”
Of course it is.Wasn’t Eve the one who did something forbidden…something about an apple? Fuck, I’ve never wished that I was religious until now. I don’t think that story ended well. She’s thesomethingforbidden that I shouldn’t be touching, but I’m going to anyway.
“What’s yours?” She runs her lotion-covered hand slowly up my shaft, and my hips press forward, wanting more.
“Kash,” I breathe.
She smiles. “Kash, I want to come all over your fingers as you come on me.”
