Page 18 of Not that Sea-Rious

Beau

W hatever Beau had done to deserve a woman as gorgeous as Marissa on her knees before him, he hadn’t a clue, but he wasn’t about to turn down her intentions.

With barely a tug, his shorts dropped. His boxer briefs went with them.

His throbbing, glistening dick bobbed before her face.

She looked at it as though she were starving.

Which only made his erection that much more painful.

As far as cocks went, not that he’d done much in the way of research on the matter, Beau wasn’t lacking. He didn’t have a footlong or anything, but he wasn’t small. However, he had never seen a woman take him so deep and with as much enthusiasm as Marissa.

His head fell, and his breath hitched the moment the velvet of her mouth caressed his cock. Resting his hand behind her head, he focused on the feeling of her swallowing his full length. With a grunt, his toes curled when the tip of his dick met the back of Marissa’s throat.

“Goddamn,” he hissed.

Every time she pulled up, he moaned. When she filled her throat with him again, he twitched.

Beau’s balls got heavier the longer she sucked him.

His breath came in brief gasps, and he wasn’t sure how much longer he could hold off.

This was the most magnificent blow job he had ever received—not that he was one to get head all that often. Megan had hated it.

Thinking about his ex while someone else slobbed his knob was definitely rude.

Though it was staving off his orgasm, so maybe this wasn’t the worst-case scenario.

Fixating on how good it felt was only getting him closer to the edge, and that wasn’t a desirable outcome.

Marissa said she was prepared, and he had ideas about what that meant.

The moment she cupped his balls and rolled them over her fingers, he shuddered. The point of no return was closing in fast. If they were going to progress past this to different activities, she had better stop, or they’d have some downtime in between.

“I’m close,” he warned through ragged breaths. “If—” Her throat spasmed around his cock, squeezing him. It stole the words right out of his mouth.

Quivering, he imagined every horrific thing he could fathom so he wouldn’t blow too soon. Beau ground his teeth.

Words. Where were they? What were they?

“For fuck’s sake, woman,” he sputtered eventually.

Sitting back on her heels, Marissa peered up at him with wide, innocent eyes—like she wasn’t the sexiest seductress he had ever met with the mouth of a Hoover. There was no way she was a real person. She was the embodiment of every fantasy he’d dared to dream.

Using the back of her hand, she wiped at the bit of drool lingering on her bottom lip. “Too much?”

“I’m trying to be a gentleman,” he groaned. “I’m not sure where you’d like me to finish, if you want me to. We have an entire evening to enjoy each other. I’d like to take advantage of that.”

Pursing her lips, she tapped at her chin as though considering his comment. With her free hand, she slowly slid it up and down his shaft, squeezing intermittently.

Closing his eyes, his knees weakened but didn’t quite buckle. He trembled with each stroke. This woman played with him and knew exactly what she did. What a deliciously wicked wench. Payback would be sweet and swift—when he got the opportunity.

Clenching his jaw, he summoned every ounce of restraint he possessed to not shoot his load straight into her face.

Finally, after what felt like hours of exquisite torture, she smacked her lips and answered but not with words.

From within her tiny purse, she pulled a small square wrapper.

Removing her fingers from around his straining dick, she brought the condom packet to her lips and tore into it.

He watched intently as she placed it between her lips, giving her an O-expression before she leaned forward and rolled it on with her mouth.

Holy fucking hell.

Never had a woman put a condom on him in such a sensual manner. He didn’t think anyone did that in real life. Yet there he was, experiencing an actual sexual goddess. Beau might die from the talents Marissa displayed, and he couldn’t imagine a better way to go.

His chest heaved as he tried to catch his breath. His gaze traveled northward as she rose to her full height. Her tongue slid along her bottom lip as her attention lingered on his twitching cock. Once again, she curled her fingers around the swollen tip, and she stepped closer to him.

“Remove the shirt and lie back on the bed,” she whispered before taking his mouth in a hard, possessive kiss. She squeezed the tip of his dick softly between her fingers, and he practically convulsed.

Lightning bolts zapped through him and settled in his balls. Had he not been busy returning her kiss, he would’ve forgone unbuttoning his shirt, but he didn’t want to end it. With clumsy fingers, he struggled slightly to undo his top. Eventually, he was able to shrug it off.

Removing her hands from his throbbing cock, she placed them on his shoulders. He could breathe again but hated it. She had him addicted to her touch. He had to have more.

When she ended their kiss, she stepped away while urging him backward. Her focus swept up and down his heavily freckled and very flush form. The hungry look in her eyes bordered on feral. He’d seen nothing like it.

The back of his knees hit the edge of the bed, and he lowered himself onto it. As he scooted onto the mattress, she reached behind her. The distinct sound of a zipper tickled his ears. He couldn’t help but smile, expecting the gorgeous view she was about to unveil.

The front of her dress loosened, and she peeled it down her arms. Mesmerized by the sight, he propped himself up on his elbows and watched her—completely captivated by the sexy woman before him.

Once the dress slid over her curvy body and pooled at her feet, she stepped out of it and the heels—dropping her a good three inches in height.

Marissa hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her panties, and soon, they too dropped to the floor.

She was completely naked, and he had the most glorious view on the ship.

Some men might not like a woman with meat on her bones, but something about the softness of a woman who carried extra weight appealed to Beau.

It could be the flare to her hips, the bounty of her breasts, or maybe it how her luscious thighs felt when she straddled him.

Whatever it was, he couldn’t get enough.

He nearly exploded like Kilauea the moment she hovered over his stiff erection. They both reached between them. He gripped the base of his cock, ensuring it remained ramrod straight, and aimed at the heat pulsing between her thighs.

Grinning down at him, she spread her lower lips and guided him toward her entrance. Lava enveloped him, and he threw his head back. Even with a condom, her scorching sex twisted him into knots.

With a slight popping sensation, the mushroomed end of his cock slipped past her opening and delved deeper into her channel. His hands fell away, and he curled his fingers into fists, gripping the bedding beneath him, as she took her sweet time lowering herself onto him.

Every inch was magnificent agony. Bursts of colors flashed behind his closed eyelids.

He couldn’t watch. He’d prematurely end their tryst if he did.

It was too much and not enough at the same time.

Summoning every ounce of his willpower stopped him from taking hold of her hips, thrusting upward, and slamming himself deep inside her.

Marissa was on top—she was in control. Apparently, tonight was about testing his limits, torturing him, and he wasn’t about to end that. This was heaven. Marissa was a goddess. He’d submit to this level of sensual delirium every day of his life if she would let him.