No one is paying me any attention, so I make a decision. One I might end up regretting if we get caught. But fuck it. I need this. I need to prove to myself that I can still do this. That one woman hasn’t completely derailed me.
There’s a pretty strict no fraternising rule on board, although I know for a fact it’s not adhered to.Hell, I’ve even heard rumours that a few officers are bumping uglies in their off time. As long as there isn’t a power imbalance, the rules are more of a guideline.
Anyway, back to the monumental mistake I’m in the process of making. I place my towel on the closest hook,take one last glance around and then slip into the shower with a smug-looking Ruby.
“Ready to make good on the promises you made?” she whispers.
The promises she’s referring to are the ones I made all those months ago. They ranged from making her scream, to fucking her so hard she wouldn’t be able to walk for a week.
“You can’t scream.” I grin.
There she goes, biting her lip again. “You’ll just have to gag me then, won’t you?”
Jesus, fuck!
Of course, my mind decides to conjure Cleo, just like it did with Tessa.
Not now. Not fucking now.
But there she is, behind my eyelids. That eyebrow raise. That dismissive smile.
But today I’m determined to fuck my way through it.I cannot become celibate because my idiotic mind is latched on to Cleo Carter.
Ruby walks her fingers up my stomach. She’s as delectable as I thought she would be. Those tits are to fucking die for. My hand goes to them on instinct, and I love the way her breath hitches as I palm them, rolling hernipples. The fact we have to be quiet only fuels the intensity of it all.
My libido is so ramped up, any thoughts of Cleo are stripped from my mind. I can only see Ruby and her glistening pussy. Damn, she’s ready for me.
Stepping into her space until our bodies are flush, I reach down and grab her thigh, hooking it over my hip. We haven’t got time for foreplay, and honestly, I’m so horny I couldn’t wait any longer if I tried.
Her arms circle my neck as she draws me in. Her kiss is rough, demanding. My hand palms her for a few seconds before I draw two fingers through her folds. She’s hot and wet. The groan she smothers in my neck has me almost vibrating with want.
Plunging into her, I set a slow and deep rhythm. I want Ruby to feel every inch of my fingers as I drive into her before hooking them. The second I stroke her G-spot, she mewls in my ear. Her hips move with my hand, and before long she’s fucking herself on my fingers.
I feel her tighten and pulse as she fucks my hand faster. I bring my thumb up until it nudges her clit, which sends her over the edge. A sharp pain in my shoulder tells me she’s just bitten me, and fuck, does it feel good.
The second my fingers pull out Ruby drops to her knees. Usually I’m content with giving. It’s what gives me pleasure, but today I’m down with her eating me out. I need an orgasm so strong it melts my mind.
Ruby is no slouch with her tongue. She hits all my buttons with precision, and it doesn’t take long before I’m gripping the back of her head as she inhales me. My other free hand goes to the wall behind her. I need something to keep me steady as she takes me higher and higher.
The orgasm builds from my toes and explodes through my body. I tilt my head back and succumb to the pleasure of her mouth. The last thing I see before millions of stars is Cleo. Not Ruby. Not the woman whose mouth is currently on me. Cleo. Her eyes, dark and intense, staring at me like she can see right through me.
And then I almost pass out.
Ruby holds me up as I come down. I hope to Christ I didn’t scream out loud. My body feels heavy, and my breath is ragged. She moves in to hold me and I let her.
“Damn, that was worth the wait, Romeo.”
Normally I’d preen at the compliment, and the use of my nickname. But I can’t. It doesn’t feel as good as I thought it would. It doesn’t sound as nice as when Cleo calls me River. Like she did that night.
I’m not saying I’m unsatisfied. The orgasm was fantastic, and I loved fucking Ruby. It’s just…it didn’t do what I thought it would. I thought if I could just get off, just lose myself in someone else, I’d be fine. Back to normal. But I’m not.
It didn’t stop me from visualising Cleo.
I’m fucked. Completely and utterly fucked.
Casting aside my inner turmoil, I lean back and put on a cocky grin. “Not so bad yourself.”
She nips my lip. We shower to get clean before we pop our heads out carefully. The coast is clear. That is, until we both step out at the same time as Cleo steps into the room. Of course it’s her. And of course her gaze meets mine before moving to Ruby. Her expression doesn’t change. No shock, no judgement, no…anything. Just that small smile. Polite. Distant.
