Page 11 of Not that Sea-Rious

Marissa

N othing got rid of a lady boner like disappointment. No condom. No sex. Blowing out a heavy breath, Marissa’s shoulders sagged. Now what?

Leaning to the left, she swung her leg and dismounted Beau.

“Hey,” he called, drawing her eyes to him. “Where are you going?”

Furrowing her brows, she stared at him. He better not be suggesting what she thought he was. It didn’t matter how clean the two of them claimed they were. She wasn’t about to take the risk and let this rando raw dog her. He was cute and all, but she wasn’t that stupid.

Tucking some hair behind her ear, she sat on her heels beside him. “I don’t know about you, but not having a condom is a deal-breaker for me.”

He peered at her like she had three heads. “You are aware we can do other things, right?”

Her cheeks heated as the embarrassment flourished in her chest and moved upward. Obviously, she was aware , as they’d engaged in some of those activities not too long ago.

“Personally, I thought you had moved the gorgeous ass over there to slide out of those jeans, because I’m starving, and I didn’t get enough of my favorite thing to eat on the boat earlier.”

Covering her mouth, she did her best to fight the nervous laugh bubbling inside her, but it erupted anyway. “You cannot be serious.”

Scooting farther back on the bed, he placed his head on the pillow. “Sit on my face, and I’ll show you just how serious I am.”

The over-the-top, playful waggle of his brows only made her swoon that much more. It was totally silly and definitely hot, how he voiced his desire for her so boldly. No one had spoken to her like that in all her life. Butterflies tingled in her stomach, and her pussy heated.

The only problem was, Marissa had never done that before. She was a bigger woman. The idea of that position strummed at her insecurities. Reluctance took hold of her as she nibbled on her bottom lip.

“I’ll suffocate you,” she whispered.

“Ha!” he scoffed. “If I die with my head between your thighs and my mouth on your pussy, then I will be the happiest man in heaven. I can’t think of a better way to go. Now get over here.” He slapped at the bed and waved a hand. “Come claim your throne.”

Hesitantly, Marissa climbed off the bed. Was she really doing this? Unbuttoning her fly, she did her best to slow her breathing. As she tugged her zipper, she reminded herself, Beau asked for it—he wanted her.

Once she stepped out of her jeans and panties, she swallowed hard. He’d demanded she sit on his face. Who was she to deny the beautiful redheaded dude with the talented tongue what he desired? She could struggle with self-doubt tomorrow.

Right now, there was someone who wanted to give her an orgasm or two. She’d be an idiot to turn him down.

“Shirt too,” he said, waving a finger in her direction. “I want to be able to worship all of you once you’ve come three or four times.”

Her face was on fire. It had to be glowing red, but he didn’t seem to mind. If anything, from the look in his eyes, that feral twinkle, he enjoyed it.

Slowly, she pulled her tee over her head and tossed it to the floor. Reaching behind her, she quickly unsnapped her bra, then held the cups against her breasts and smiled at him. “Are you sure this is what you want?”

He cocked his head to the side. “I’ve never been more certain of something in my life.”

Taking a deep breath, she let her last bit of clothing fall from her body. His hungry gaze ate her up like she was filet mignon. She’d never been more exposed than she was in that moment—completely naked, in the well-lit cruise ship cabin of a man she’d only met a few hours ago.

After three days, she’d never see him again. He lived in Florida, and she was from New Jersey. At thirty-two years old, it was time she left her insecurities behind and stopped allowing them to prevent her from doing things she could enjoy.

Throwing caution to the wind, she climbed onto the bed. Kneeling beside his chest, she bit her bottom lip.

Beau, grinning like a Cheshire cat, reached for her hips, dug his fingers in, and pulled her so she straddled him. “Stop teasing me.”

Her body was a bonfire with her sex swollen and slick.

He made her feel sexy, desirable, and wanted.

She didn’t need her brain doubting any of that.

Lifting her chin, rolling her shoulders back, and bracing herself for a wild ride, she got up on her knees and allowed him to guide her farther north until the warmth of his breath grazed her sex.

A shudder ran through her as she gingerly lowered herself until his soft, hot tongue lapped at her folds. Closing her eyes, she placed her palms on the wall and shut her brain down. Her concentration was on his exploration of her sex. With a moan, she lost herself in the pleasure he provided.

He massaged her ass, sending tingles throughout her body.

Every lick, suck, and swirl of his tongue made her quiver and squeeze his head with her thick thighs.

Sucking in her lips, she pressed her teeth down on them, trying to control herself so she wouldn’t squeal loud enough to wake the neighbors.

When he flicked his tongue against her clit and popped her on the ass, she yelped.

Fireworks exploded within her. The sting faded, and she panted loudly.

She rolled her hips over his chin and ground against him.

He focused all his attention on her nubbin of nerves, which made Marissa claw at the wall. Essentially howling with each exhale, she squeezed her eyes shut as he drove her closer and closer to release. Beau dipped one, two, three fingers into her well, and she hissed at the fullness.

When he wiggled them, she bucked against him.

“Did I find it?” he asked from beneath her. The vibration of his words against her sensitive pussy had her trembling.

“Yes,” she gasped the moment he worked his digits back and forth, in and out, slowly at first but picking up speed.

He lashed his tongue against her clit in time with his finger thrusts, making her jolt. She would not last long. This might be her new favorite position for getting eaten out.

Where had all the oxygen gone?

Practically hyperventilating, Marissa climbed the mountain of pleasure. Beau lapped and worked her sex like an expert in the field. She should find out how he got so goddamn talented with his fingers—and his tongue.

Her muscles tightened, and she whimpered as the fringe of her release tickled her senses.

When he grazed his teeth along the sensitive nub of her sex, she exploded.

Her eyes opened, but she couldn’t see. Her mouth gaped, but no sound came from her.

The pleasure tore through her, and she nearly lost consciousness.

It had to be the hardest orgasm she’d ever experienced.

“That was one,” he mused from beneath her.

Apparently, Beau wasn’t done.