Below Deck

I don’t know how I’d ever found another woman even remotely attractive with all the make-up they’d piled on, or the shit they’d put in their hair, or the extra attention they put into picking out the right outfit. Mackenzie leaning against the door fresh from the shower with her face void of make-up, wearing another pair of those miniscule cotton shorts and a tight tank top that she probably just threw on without giving it a second thought was the hottest thing I’d ever seen in my life.

The way she stared at me with my shirt off came in a close second, and hearing her tell me to take her back to my bunk and fuck her brains out made me want to go back on my word of not falling in love with her and beg her to never leave me.

Instead of doing something stupid like professing my undying love to a woman I just met, I quickly grab her hips and lift her body up against mine. She wraps her legs around my waist and drapes her arms over my shoulders as I turn and walk her over to the counter.

Taking my eyes off of her long enough to see what I’m doing, I heft her up higher against me with one arm, and use the other to swipe everything off of the counter and onto the floor. Ashley will have a shit fit tomorrow morning that she’ll have to wash everything again, but I can’t be bothered with that right now.

Gently setting Mackenzie down on the counter in front of me, I push myself between her thighs. Sliding one hand around the back of her neck and through her long tangle of hair, I grip it in my fist and pull her head back, dipping my head down to the side of her neck. Her hands move from my shoulders to grab the back of my head, and she presses me harder against her neck as I nip and lick and suck the skin there, kissing my way down over her collarbone until I get to the swell of her breasts.

Right when I start to slide my tongue over all that soft, full skin, Mackenzie suddenly moves her hands to my shoulders and pushes me away. Before I have time to question what she’s doing, as I stare at her with my tongue practically hanging out, panting like a dog, she grabs the hem of her tank top with both hands and quickly yanks it up and over her head, tossing it to the floor. I’ve been dreaming about these tits since I first saw her. Sneaking glances of them while she was in a bathing suit, jerking off to them after seeing her in said bathing suit, and getting hard every time I thought about the night I made her come out on the balcony and had one of them in my hand.

Nothing prepared me for the sight of Mackenzie sitting on the counter in front of me with her shirt off, her thick hair hanging in tangled waves over her shoulders and the tops of her breasts, the ends curling right above her nipples. Seeing her bare tits, so heavy and round and full, with her rosy pink nipples hardened and waiting for my touch, makes my mouth water.

“Your tits are fucking amazing,” I tell her in awe.

“Thanks. I grew them myself,” she replies, arching her back and sticking her chest out a little more.

Fucking adorable.

Smiling like an idiot, I slide my hands around her waist and up her spine as I drop my head to one pert nipple.

I’m rewarded with a low moan from Mackenzie as soon as my mouth wraps around the hardened bud, and I suck it deeply into my mouth. Keeping my lips around her nipple, I swirl my tongue around and around it, loving the way she squirms and pushes herself harder against my mouth.

Kissing my way over to her other breast, I give it the same attention, alternating between sucking hard and flicking the tip of my tongue over her nipple. Her cries of pleasure shoot right to my dick, making it strain painfully against the zipper of my jeans as I take one hand from around her back to palm her other breast in my hand.

“Are you wet for me, Mackenzie?” I ask softly, finally pulling my mouth away from her breasts.

“I don’t know,” she whispers. “Maybe you should find out.”

Reaching behind me, I remove one of her legs from around my hips. She lets it drop to the counter and fall open, and I set my hand on her bare thigh, slowly sliding it upwards until my fingers ease under the hem of her shorts.

Our eyes are locked together and I watch her lids start to flutter closed as I run my fingertips back and forth over the edge of the lace underwear she has on underneath.

“Last chance to change your mind,” I whisper, her eyes immediately flashing open.

She answers me by wrapping her hands around the back of my head, and bringing my mouth to hers. Her lips part with a moan when I stop teasing her with the tips of my fingers and push them the rest of the way under her shorts until they’re met with the smooth, wet skin of her pussy, which is drenched for me. I touch my tongue to hers as I slide one finger easily inside of her tight heat, slowly pumping it in and out of her body as I make the same lazy motions with my tongue in her mouth.

Her hips start rocking against my hand when I drag my finger out of her and move it up to her clit, gently circling it with the pad of my middle finger. She yanks her mouth away, cutting off the kiss to press her forehead against mine as I take my time, drawing out her pleasure and enjoying the little panting sounds she makes as I swirl my finger around her.

I’m so busy enjoying what I’m doing that I don’t realize Mackenzie has removed her hands from the back of my head and has slid them between us, until she’s already got the button of my jeans undone and my zipper down. Before I can brace myself, her small, warm hand is down my pants and wrapped around my cock in record time.

“Fucking hell,” I mutter under my breath when she squeezes me in her hand and starts pumping it up and down my length in the same slow, torturous way that I’m touching her pussy.