Jack lifts up, and cold air hits my spit-covered dick, making me shout. Then, just as quickly, he slides down, swallowing me to the root. The sudden warmth and the pressure of the suction is enough that I lose control. I barely have time to give him a warning before I’m coming, the hot, wet rush unstoppable as I shake and shudder. Jack swallows it all as I pant through my orgasm.
The world is strangely quiet when he finally looks up. Water laps at the sides of the boat, but there isn’t even a stray seagull to break the emptiness. My pants are around my ankles, and Jack kisses my thigh.
My opportunity is gone. If I tell him now, everything between us will be broken. I’ll just be another rich, privileged asshole in his eyes—and maybe that’s exactly what I am.
“What?” Jack asks.
“Nothing.” I pull him up to kiss him properly. The tang on his lips makes me moan.
We make out for a bit until I start to shiver. Jack helps me to my feet, and I brace my hands on his shoulders as he pulls my pants up and does the zipper and button. His erection has gone down, but when I reach for him, he pulls me close, nosing against my neck.
“Later,” he says.
Later. Yes, that’s a great idea.
“Tonight,” I say. “Come to my room.” That big bed. The sofa. The balcony. So many possibilities. “Can you do that?”
He frowns for a minute, and I expect him to say no, which is more than fair.
“Yeah. It’ll be late. After the rest of the staff has gone to bed, but I can do it.”
My heart knocks against my ribs. All I can smell is Jack, and I want to drown in him.
Tonight. I may not survive until then.
