Page 76 of 1001 Dark Nights: Bundle Forty-Two

Chapter Thirteen

Takira

It’s actually been a longtime since I was on a jet ski, so today was amazing. Though my family leftTrinidad shortly after I was born and moved to Houston, I still consider theisland my home. We visit family there often, and every time I chase the waves,extend my arms to the sky, and surrender to the wind. It never feels like avisit, but like a reunion with the elements that formed me.

Today it’s a Mediterranean breeze wafting over my face, nota Caribbean sigh. And the blue sky and fluffy clouds above arehung over Capri, not my beloved Tobago, but I still felt thatinvigoration that only sand and sea ever stir in me. The sea spray on my faceand water sloshing onto my legs. Naz laughing at my back, his sinewed armscradling me while we rode the waves together. Having him warm and hard behindme was my favorite part of the day.

And, boy, was he hard.

After last night, how blue are that man’s balls?

I want to give him some relief. Selfishly, I want to suckhis dick. It’s not fair he knows how I taste and I’m still over here wondering.In our bathing suits, we’re headed below deck, walking down the narrowstairwell leading to our rooms. I stop, turning abruptly to face Naz. His hardbody slams into me, and my nipples pebble against his chest.

“Oh, sorry,” he says. “I didn’t mean to—”

He’s one step above me, and I slowly lowerto my knees on the step below.

“Um, what…” Confusion pinches his dark brows together.“What’s happening right now?”

“Oh, it’s even worse than I thought.” I shake my head inmock despair. “You don’t even know when you’re about to get a blow job.”

He glances up the stairwell behind him. “Here? Now?”

My fingers, nimble and sure, work at the lacing of histrunks.

“Half the group went ashore to shop,” I remindhim. “Half of them are still swimming or on the jet skis. And Jared and Banner are in their cabin,probably having wild sex.”

“Yeah,” he mutters absently, eyes fixed on me as I slide histrunks down over his powerful thighs. “Those hormones are intense.”

“Damn, Naz.” I feast my eyes on his dick, proud and juttingout. “This is a lot. I may choke.” I grin up at himsweetly. “A girl can hope.”

“Maybe we should go—”

“No one’s gonna see,” I reassurehim, taking his dick in hand and laughing when he makes a strangled sound.“Besides, the threat of getting caught makes it better.”

I glance up at him, infusing my eyes with all the lustcoursing through my body.

“But you should know, if someone comes, I won’t stop. Idon’t give a damn if someone sees me sucking you off.”I chuckle and undo the straps of my bikini top so my breasts spill out. “Theycan enjoy the show.”

It’s not true, but the thought of itbeing true gets his dick even harder in my hands, and I grin, licking my lipsfor him. “You like that, don’t you? Well, there’s something you should knowbefore we start.”

“What?” he asks, glancing over his shoulder again.

I run my lips over the swollen tip, sucking the pre-cumalready leaking there like he’s my personal straw. “I give really good head.”

I take him in my mouth all the way, letting him sink just alittle into my throat.

Damn,he’s big.

My gag reflex does not want to let me be great, kicking inright away, so I pull back some and swirl my tongue around the head. I grip thebase, sliding my hand, which feels so small and barely closes around him, upand down his rigid length. Looking up at him, catching and holding his eyes, Islide my mouth all the way down and off, letting him pop out so I can dip myhead to his balls. They’re smooth and still cool from the sea. When I take oneinto my mouth and cup the other, he groans. His eyes are squeezed shut, and hisfist is pressed to the stairwell wall. I switch balls, taking the other into mymouth and rolling the other, still wet from my attention, in my hand.

“Dammit, Kira,” he growls, his brows furrowed. “You betternot fucking stop.”

I take his dick back into my mouth, grinning at the commandall over his face and in the deep rumble of his voice. I drop my jaw and slowlytake him down as far as I can. Letting the walls of my throat close around him,I force myself to swallow, the muscles clenching around him.

“Fuuuuuuuuck,” he groans, bangingthe wall.

I bob my head, breathing through my nose when he goesdeeper. I squeeze my thumb to help squelch the gag reflex. I read somewherethat helps. Not sure if it’s true, but with a dick this big, it’s worth a try.I keep rolling one ball in my other hand. I see when he loses himselfcompletely—when the risk of discovery, the concern that he would hurt me,everything is consumed by the need and the passion. He takes my head betweenhis two massive hands, holding me exactly like he wants, and fucksmy mouth relentlessly. I choke, saliva spilling from the sides of my mouth,tears blurring my vision, but I don’t protest. I’m riveted by the achingpleasure on his handsome face. You could not pry this man’s dick from my mouthright now. Not because of him, but because of me. I am the vessel of hismindless bliss, and it feels like a privilege. A man who’s so careful, socalculating—losing himself in me.