Page 19 of Not that Sea-Rious

Marissa

M arissa rarely got on top of a guy. Actually, she never did.

This wasn’t her comfort zone. Then Beau told her to sit on his face, and her world changed.

She’d decided if they got to this point, she would ride him again.

He proved to be quite the bronco last night, and this promised to be just as good—if not better.

With her hands planted on his chest, she trembled as she gingerly lowered herself onto his erection.

It was solid, pulsing, and seemed to get longer the more of it she took.

He wasn’t the thickest, but he definitely made his presence known.

The delightful stretch of her sex as it swallowed him had her moaning.

When she finally seated herself with his thighs against her ass, she let out a heavy sigh and rolled her hips in a circular motion. Beau thrust upward and offered friction against her clit as tiny zaps of pleasure ricocheted through her body.

He reached up and palmed her heavy breasts the moment she rocked back and forth. Her breath hitched when he pinched her nipples and bucked into her. She jolted when he did it again.

As much as she wanted to dictate the pace, she wasn’t about to stop him.

Each time he pushed himself deep into her, she gasped, and a fresh wave of ecstasy throttled her core.

Working together, Marissa and Beau panted wildly as they found their rhythm.

She slid up and down his cock, and he met her with equal vigor.

Drive after drive shoved her to the edge of her orgasmic cliff.

Her ass cheeks slapped against his legs, and he gripped her hips.

His grunts and groans while he writhed beneath her stoked her arousal.

Most of the men she’d slept with were silent throughout the process until the end.

His vocalizations made this moment that much more carnal.

He held nothing back. Everything was out there, and she loved it.

Gasping, she dug her fingers into his pectorals as she trembled above him. Her thighs screamed from the repetitive motion of up and down, round and round, on his cock. To her surprise, Beau sat up, and the angle of his dick inside her changed.

Her eyes widened, and she cried out with the new divine pressure. His mouth crashed against hers. The passion of the kiss made her toes curl as he hugged her and rolled the two of them.

Keeping himself buried inside her, in a swift movement, Marissa found herself on her back, flipped with Beau between her legs and atop her. Pinned by his weight, she could do nothing but enjoy what came next.

He broke the kiss and grinned. “My turn,” he all but growled.

The first inward thrust stole her breath and shoved her off the cliff. She plummeted into the depths of an orgasmic eruption while Beau plowed her hard and fast. Her muscles clenched and released around him and throughout her body as she quaked.

Her eyes couldn’t focus, and her chest heaved as she struggled to breathe.

Ecstasy swallowed her, and she turned into a puddle beneath him.

Effectively boneless, she whimpered as he somehow grew thicker and longer within her—stretching her to the limits and prolonging her orgasm.

The pain was slight but exquisite. She was no virgin, but no one fucked her to the gates of heaven like he did.

With a thunderous, feral roar against her ear, Beau went rigid against her.

His full weight pressed down on her, and he pulsed inside her.

As he jerked, she twitched. The end of her release was the beginning of his.

Subtle and delightful aftershocks rocked her.

The pleasure of the moment seemed never-ending, and she’d ride that wave for as long as it lasted.

Tucked against Beau, Marissa rested her head on his chest. As they caught their breath, she listened to his heart returning to a normal rhythm. The goofy grin he often inspired had returned to her face. She was sore and sated. This man knew what he was doing, and she was here for it.

With his arm wrapped around her, holding her close, Beau sighed. “Uh, I’m not sure how to ask this without it being awkward, so I’m just going to go for it.”

“That’s always the best way to start a conversation,” she retorted through a snicker.

“Well, I figured you’d be in an excellent mood after sex. Therefore, it’s as good a time as any to bring this up.”

She snickered as she turned and kissed at his side.

“Tomorrow, in Cozumel, I’ve booked an excursion.”

“Fun,” Marissa whispered between pecks. What was awkward about that?

He inhaled audibly. “My ex was supposed to be with me on this trip.”

She stiffened. Oh. There it was. She paused her kisses. Of course, the god of the bedroom wasn’t actually free. He may have said “ex,” but the timing seemed rather convenient.

The woman was probably a world-renowned doctor who saved kids dying from cancer who was called away and couldn’t take the trip because of a work emergency. She was most likely the sweetest person on Earth, and here Marissa was fucking her boyfriend. Ugh.

“We broke up right before the cruise, so I couldn’t cancel, which is why I’m here alone in this fabulous suite of a room.

Unfortunately, I set up a few things for the two of us to do.

Obviously, she’s not here, and I reiterate, we are broken up—never getting back together.

” His words were fast, disorganized, and obviously not well rehearsed. He sounded panicked.

“Okay,” she said, trying to stuff down the icky feeling growing in her chest. She wanted to believe him. His explanation definitely wasn’t well thought out. He could’ve gone with a thousand other excuses. This one was just messy.

“Anyway. I’m supposed to swim with dolphins tomorrow, and I don’t have a plus-one. Would you want to do it with me?”

Beau’s arm slid off her as she pushed away. She sat up and pulled the sheet around her chest, covering her body instinctively. Marissa chewed on her bottom lip as she considered the situation.

Having known the man all of two days, she couldn’t realistically claim any sort of expertise on his character.

However, she did usually trust her gut, and it told her he wasn’t a liar.

Granted, most of their time together involved alcohol and a lack of sobriety, so could she really trust her intuition on this one?

She was post-orgasm and still tipsy. It definitely wasn’t ideal for her to be considering things as heavy as this.

To be fair, he didn’t have to be honest with her.

He could’ve never told her about his ex or not ex.

Any other excuse about why he had an extra ticket or whatever for this dolphin experience would’ve sounded a hell of a lot better than this.

Instead, he chose the worst possible scenario.

Who would do that if they weren’t telling the truth?

Surely, if he was a cheating bastard, he would have a better story concocted. This one sucked.

“I know.” He sighed as he joined her in a seated position. “It sounds awful.”

“Not gonna lie. It’s not the best information to learn right after fucking.”

He scratched the back of his head. “I’ve never been good with timing.”

Pursing her lips, she looked away and out of the slit in the drapes to the ocean beyond the window. Leave it to Marissa to stumble upon, and sleep with, a guy on the ship who might not actually be available.

The best-case scenario—she was a rebound lay.

But… then again… why was that a bad thing?

She was on vacation. He lived in Florida, and she was from New Jersey.

It wasn’t like there was much in the way of potential for anything once they got off the ship.

Who cared if he was with someone a few days ago and now wasn’t or if he would be with anyone the second he got off the boat?

That wasn’t any of her business. She wasn’t in a relationship.

Turning back to him, she narrowed her eyes as though that would somehow make deciphering if he was being honest easier. “So, you’re recently single?”

He nodded. “I’ll spare you the details, but yes. Completely unattached.” He held up his hands with his fingers splayed.

Immediately, she zoned in on his left hand. No tan line. No indent on the ring finger. All signs pointed to him not being married at least. Maybe.

He placed it over his chest. “Scout’s honor.”

She smirked. “I thought you weren’t a very good Boy Scout?”

He smiled. “I’m better at some stuff than others.”

Marissa could definitely attest to that. Running her fingers through her hair, she let out a deep sigh. “You’re offering me a chance to swim with dolphins for free?”

“Yep.” He nodded.

When would another opportunity like that present itself? She’d be a fool not to accept it. The only plans she and her friends had were to sun themselves on the beach, go shopping, and hit up a few bars.

“Can I get back to you in the morning?” she asked. “I have to run this by Carolyn and everyone before I abandon them for dolphins.”

Using her friends as an excuse would buy her the opportunity to think this over. Though, the pros kind of outweighed the cons.

His smile returned, and he seemed relieved. “Of course. We cannot anger the bride-to-be.”

She chuckled with him.

Was she making a mountain out of a molehill? She couldn’t go back in time and unfuck Beau. What was done was done. She didn’t have to sleep with him again to enjoy the porpoises. So why shouldn’t she accept his offer? She only lived once.

Marissa hoped her friends wouldn’t be upset about the idea. They had been supportive, if not pushing her, to hang out with Beau. Why would they stop with an excursion?

Because it would take her away from spending the day with them but not a lot. How long could this activity really take? They were going to be in Cozumel for something like eight hours. Surely, they could handle one or two without her company.

Right?

It was just something to do on vacation—Beau was just something she did on vacation.

“We can meet up with them for breakfast to discuss it,” he suggested.

She lifted her brows. “Oh?” She turned toward him. “We?”

He wrapped his arms around her and kissed her temple. “Yeah. If you don’t mind, I’d enjoy it if you spent the night. You’re already here, and we’re both dressed for bed.”

“We’re naked,” she scoffed.

He cocked his head to the side. “Do you wear clothes when you sleep?”

She opened her mouth to answer, but only more laughter came out. Of course, she wore pajamas. Well, usually. Then again, the idea of going bare beside him would mean there would be another opportunity for a repeat performance. She licked her bottom lip as she considered that temptation.

What had her friends said about what happened on the boat? It stayed on the boat. Taking a deep breath, she mentally nodded. This was a no-strings-attached situation. It wasn’t real life. What people did on vacation didn’t count, so her conscience should be clear.

With a wry smile, she gave him a purposeful once-over. “Not tonight, I guess.”