Sin City Baby

“You’re being serious right now,” I said.

“As a heart attack.”

“So, you checked up on me to make sure that what? I was happy? That I was safe? What would’ve happened had I not been? What the hell would you have done then?”

He closed the distance between us, his body stalking up to mine as his eyes held my stare. I swallowed thickly as he backed us into the darkness, shrouding us from the rest of the ship as my back hit the wall. We were in a darkened crook on the most deserted part of the ship as his hands came up and blocked me in, and suddenly, all I could think about was kissing him again.

“I would’ve done anything to get to you and make it right.”

His words hit me like a brick, and I couldn’t contain myself. I thrust my lips against his, feeling his hands slide down my body. His knee pressed between my legs, creating a friction I needed more than life itself. He kissed down my neck as my hands dug into his shoulders, sinking him to his knees as my dress fluttered around my thighs.

I could feel it, the sweet, sensual lips of the man who had broken my heart in high school. They were sliding up my thigh as his powerful hands pressed against my knees. My panties were soaked, dripping with lust and desire as he nibbled on my thigh. His head was underneath my dress, and I could feel his breath on my pussy.

I was shaking with desire and need as his fingertips pulled the fabric to the side.

Without another word, his tongue pierced my folds. I could feel my arousal pooling on his tongue while he moaned into my pussy. I braced myself against the wall, his hand guiding my leg over his shoulder, so he could keep me upright. His strong body braced mine when my knee gave out from underneath me, and he held me up as his tongue flicked my clit.

I bit down on my lower lip to keep quiet. My head was dizzy with electricity as his tongue worked me with purpose. He was suckling and nibbling, licking and teasing. I ground my hips down onto his face, feeling his light stubble tickling the inside of my legs.

My hands curled against the wall as my legs began to tighten. I bit down harder on my lip, stifling my groans at the sensation of his tongue pressing deeper into me. My eyes rolled into the back of my head, heat pooled in my pelvis, racing along my body and shaking me with ecstasy.

And for the first time since high school, I experienced a real orgasm.

I shook and crumbled against his face as his hands held me upright. He drank me down, swallowing my juices while I trembled in his grasp. I slumped over and sank onto him, and he caught me, his head coming up from underneath my dress to meet my lips.

I could taste myself on him as I panted, trying to catch my breath as his arms held me close to him.

I wanted more. Holy hell, I wanted so much more from him

“Take me to your room,” I said breathlessly.

And without another word spoken, he picked me up in his arms and started for the elevators.

Chapter 6

Rhett

I woke up the next morning to Chanel’s scent on my upper lip. It brought back memories of last night and how we rolled around in my bed and marked the room with our passion. It was a smell I had tried to recreate in my dreams, a smell I tried to close my eyes and remember. And now I was coated in it as Tommy snoozed in his drunken stupor on the couch.

But with all the passionate touching and kissing that had taken place, the only thing we gave one another was oral. I ate her pussy two more times last night, and she sucked my cock dry with many more tricks up her sleeve than she’d had in high school. She never took it a step further, so I never pushed it, but I spent all fucking night dreaming about how I would slide my cock into the depths of her body and make her tits jiggle for me and how I would take her against the glass of the balcony or make her sit on my cock while I admired the view of the ocean. I thought about gazing deep into her eyes as I rolled into her body or lazily slipping into her and drawing her awake with my dick.

I stretched my arm out to find my cell phone, so I could see what time it was. Instead of finding my phone, I knocked a piece of paper off the table.

I bent over and picked it up, scanning the words written on the paper. As quickly as the joy from last night had ignited, it faded.

Please don’t tell anyone. I’m not ready for the questions yet.

I was a pariah, a secret to be held. I was ready to tell everyone and spend the week with her, showing her exactly the kind of man I could be. But I couldn’t blame her. It was clear how Ana felt about me judging from last night, no matter how much she wanted to bang my best friend. The last thing Chanel wanted to field was questions from that feisty woman, especially when she was on a ship and couldn’t get away.

I understood it, but it didn’t make it hurt any less.

I tore up the note and flushed it down the toilet. I looked at myself in the mirror, glancing at the welts on my chest. Chanel had been obsessed with it last night, biting it and suckling it, pulling groans from my throat. She paid my body all the attention in the world, and I fucking loved it.

I wondered if I could get her to do it again.

I grabbed the itinerary off the bathroom sink and leaned against the counter. There was a brunch for everyone going on right now, but I wasn’t hungry. I had a feeling Chanel didn’t want to see me anyway, so not going meant less of a chance of us running into one another. But, the ship had plenty of things I could do. It had a casino and a game room, a card lounge and a piano bar. There was the entire open deck that had pools and hot tubs and waterslides and shit. Plus, there was a floor with a gym, a full spa, and some steam rooms.