Page 58 of Dance Practice, Marooned: Part 2

His free hand finds my clit and twirls around, so perfectly I know I won’t last. But Ace knows me too well and slows down every time I get close, drawing out my torture, making me writhe and beg him with every nasty word I know.

“You gonna come for me, baby?” he taunts. “You gonna let the whole goddamn ship know you’re loving every damn second of this?”

“Please,” I pant, and he slaps my arse, sharp and loud, before picking up speed and fucking me so hard the rail rattles.

“Say it,” he growls. “Say who you belong to.”

“I’m yours, I’m yours, I’m fucking yours,” I gasp.

He curls his fist into my hair and pulls me upright, forcing my back against his chest while he fucks up into me, filling me deep. “Come, Grace,” he orders, “right fuckin’ now.”

My orgasm rips through me, every muscle contracting so hard I see white behind my eyes. I’m gasping, shaking, riding the aftershocks while he keeps moving, cock deep, not letting up for a second. Then, with a ragged gasp, he finds his release.

We stand there for a moment, bodies slicked with sweat, still trembling, and I think if the ship sank right this second, I’d die happy.

But Ace isn’t done.

He pulls out and turns me around, hands shaking as he hoists me onto the rail itself. I squeak, grabbing his shoulders to steady myself, but he just grins, all teeth and hunger. “Not done with you yet,” he promises, and then drops to his knees, spreading my legs.

Oh.

Oh my.

For the next half an hour, my world is nothing but his tongue and his hands, holding me wide open while he sucks and licks, repeating it over and over until I am bellowing his name once again.

But he still isn’t done.

He lifts me off the railing and carries me to the middle of the deck. He uses the ropes to tie my wrists above my head, knots sure and professional, then slides his cock into me again, slow and merciless, letting me feel every inch, every ridge. He lifts one of my legs, throws it over his shoulder, and pounds into me until I can’t remember my name.

After, he unties me and we both lower to the ground, wiped out and in complete bliss.

“You good?” he asks, breath gone raw.

“I’m fantastic,” I say, and I mean it.

For the first time in forever, I feel untouchable, unbreakable, ready for whatever tomorrow brings.

I should know better by now, because tomorrow never brings anything good.

No.

Not ever.

“WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG with you?”

The voice belongs to Aggie. I would know it anywhere.

Ace and I fell asleep together on deck, just tangled in one another. Hearing Aggie’s voice has us both startling awake and scrambling for the rest of our clothes so we don’t get caught butt naked. My head is spinning, a wild combination of alcohol, crazy sex and exhaustion. It takes me a moment to gather my bearings and stand, pulling my shorts on just in time to see Aggie appear on the top of the deck, her face twisted with rage.

Behind her, Kellen appears, followed by Rachel.

Oh shit.

No.

I glance at Ace, who is staring at the three of them, face expressionless.

“This can’t be good,” I say, shivering from the cool night air.