Page 9 of Not that Sea-Rious

Marissa

B iting her lower lip did nothing. Marissa couldn’t keep her moans and cries from escaping her.

She writhed on the chair while Beau absolutely devoured her.

Her inhibitions evaporated with the strokes of his tongue.

The hunger in his eyes when he said he wanted to taste her obliterated any sense of insecurity she had.

This man yearned for her —he needed her—and who was she to deny him?

Sure, they were out in the open, but no one else was around. The shade of the chair offered some sort of privacy. It wasn’t like he threw her down on the table in the dining room and ate her out.

This was the adult section of the pool decks. So, it wasn’t like any kids would come wandering by. Not to mention the hour. The boat was a ghost town. They were essentially secluded.

When he curled his fingers upward and grazed his teeth along her clit, every thought left Marissa’s brain. She hissed and bucked against his face, desperate for the release his talented mouth and fingers promised. Squeezing her eyes shut, she could feel the edge of her orgasm taunting her.

So close.

Panting wildly, she thrashed the moment he sank a third finger inside her.

“I want you to come on my fingers,” he said breathlessly. “I want to taste your pleasure.”

Holy hell. He alternated between hard, deep strokes of his fingers to slow, sensual drags where he wriggled his digits as though exploring her channel.

When her hips jerked and her breath hitched, he stilled and pulled away.

“Is that your spot?” he teased, pressing his thumb against her clit.

Whimpering, she bit her lower lip and nodded. Words wouldn’t formulate. Her brain had shut down. Her sole focus was on her pussy and his attentions.

Twirling his fingers, he stroked her insides, and she whimpered.

“That’s a good girl,” he whispered. “I want to watch you come for me.”

He moved his thumb back and forth, and jolts of pleasure pulsed through her. Lingering on the edge of a cliff, Marissa’s toes curled. Her muscles tightened, and she could feel it. Right there. Almost. One more push, one more—

Beau brought his mouth back down and licked the length of her pussy around his fingers, and she came undone.

The breath left her lungs as she cried out his name.

Shuddering beneath him, she fell into the magical abyss of an orgasm.

Marissa squeezed her thighs against his head, trapping him in place.

A kaleidoscope of fireworks went off behind her eyes as he lapped and sucked at her pussy, drawing out the pleasure that much more.

Relaxing into the chair, Marissa went limp. Releasing him from the vise that was her legs, she sighed, her heart racing, struggling to catch her breath. She hadn’t realized just how much she needed an earth-shattering orgasm, but apparently that desire was pretty bad.

Lazily, she glanced down as he sat back on his heels, locked eyes with her, and brought his fingers to his mouth, sucking her wetness off them. The pride and feral hedonism in his eyes had her cheeks blooming with heat. Flutters flurried in her gut and her chest. Why was that a turn-on?

He moaned, his eyes rolling back into his head. “You’re the best meal on this boat.”

“Oh my God.” She twisted and covered her face.

Chuckling, he scooted beside her. “What?”

“You said that.” She peeked at him from between splayed fingers. “Like out loud—with your outside voice.”

Chuckling, he interlaced his fingers and tucked them behind his head. “It’s the truth, and it needed to be spoken.”

Shaking her head, Marissa couldn’t wipe the smile from her face or the embarrassment pulsing through her. It was a compliment. She shouldn’t have a hard time accepting it. The guy who just ate her out found her enjoyable. She needed to wear that with pride.

The cool, open ocean breeze blew over her now bare thighs, and the chill reminded her she was naked from the waist down in public .

Scrambling slightly, with the grace of a lobotomized panda, she exited the safety and cocoon of the basket chair and tugged her panties and jeans up. With a snap and zip, she was a respectable woman again. Turning, she tucked some hair behind her ear and spotted the goofy grin on his face.

“What?” she asked, only slightly self-conscious.

“That had to be the sexiest little shimmy I’ve ever seen.”

Again, her cheeks blazed as she rolled her eyes. This man was being far too generous with his adorable compliments. While they were flattering and not over-the-top, they overwhelmed her slightly.

She needed to do something to get him to stop talking about her.

A mischievous smirk grew on her features as her gaze flittered down to the generous bulge in his cargo shorts. Oh. That was right. While he’d attended to her, no one had actually seen to his needs.

She might want to remedy that.

Doing her best to appear sexy, she lowered over him and crawled in their basket lounger. Immediately, he enveloped her in a warm embrace. Playfully, he kissed the top of her nose before he took her mouth again in another heart-fluttering kiss.

This man had talented lips. She could get lost in his affections if she let herself, but she was on a mission. She rested her hand along his jaw, appreciating the softness of his ginger-colored, short beard. Then she snaked it down between their bodies as she tilted her head, deepening the kiss.

With splayed fingers, she slid into the waistband of not only his cargo shorts but his briefs and found a thick hardness waiting for her. Grinning, she broke their passion.

“Impressive.” She nodded her approval.

“Glad you like it,” he mused as he rolled his hips, grinding against her palm. “I just had it waxed.”

Wide-eyed, she gaped at him. “Really?” She’d never met a man who groomed himself down there in such a way. Waxed? She had to see that. Plenty of men shaved, but waxed? Nope, never.

His dick shook against her hand as he chuckled. “Okay, no. But I do keep a clean shop.”

She pouted, slightly disappointed that he wouldn’t be as smooth as hardwood floors.

Leaning up, he nipped at her chin. “Almost as bare as you.”

She arched a brow and undid his shorts before shoving them and his briefs down slightly. His swollen, stiff erection popped forward. She cupped his heavy sack and brought his balls out to play as well.

At her slightest touch, he sucked his bottom lip into his mouth, rolled his eyes back, and groaned. The rounded bulbous end glistened, leaking pearls of pre-cum from the slit. She scanned down the veined shaft and noted there wasn’t a nest of curls at the base.

He hadn’t been lying. He must use one hell of a straight razor for his nether regions. There wasn’t an errant hair in sight.

Curling her fingers around the mushroomed head of his cock, she squeezed softly. It earned her a deep rumble of a moan as he dropped onto the cushion. Watching him intently, Marissa worked her hand up and down his length, twisting occasionally.

The lids of his closed eyes fluttered, and he twitched each time she tightened her grip on the tip of his dick.

His hips thrust upward, driving his erection into her hand as she slid it down.

Between the look on his face and the sounds he made from merely touching him, she was ablaze with a new need for him.

But it was his turn.

She scooted, her heels hitting the covering of the lounger. Lowering her head, she circled her tongue around the top, and his salty arousal danced over her taste buds. He gasped when she swallowed the head of his erection.

Slight tremors shook his legs as she sucked and bobbed up and down on the tip of his dick. She absolutely adored how sensitive and reactive he was. Cupping his heavy balls, she rolled them between her fingers as she slowly took inch after inch in her mouth.

“Jesus fucking Christ,” he hissed through gritted teeth, resting a hand on the back of her head.

Her pussy quaked at his cry. This man didn’t even have to try to be sexy. It just happened.

An aggressive and far-too-loud throat clearing made them both freeze. “I’m not coming any closer, but if you two could take that somewhere private, we would greatly appreciate it. I’d hate to have to introduce you both to the jail on the ship.”

Instantly, Beau erupted into laughter.

Marissa blazed in embarrassment. His cock popped from her mouth, and spittle stuck to her lip, connected to his tip, as she pulled away and hit her head on the roof of the lounger. Covering himself with his hand, Beau chortled harder.

“Sorry,” Marissa called to the stranger, who probably worked for the cruise line.

Hiding her face, she tried to curl into the smallest ball.

He quickly tucked himself away before rolling on his side and reaching for her. He pulled her against his chest and stroked her hair. “It’s okay.”

“Let’s go,” the intruder prompted.

Guilt and shame throttled through her as she scrambled out of the nest chair with Beau right beside her. Her head down, she refused to meet the eyes of her accuser as they escorted her and Beau away from the pool area and back into the ship’s hallways, where they parted ways with the staff member.

“I can’t believe…” She didn’t finish the thought because it didn’t need to be said. They had gotten caught. Marissa was in her thirties! She wasn’t some stupid, drunken, twenty-year-old kid. She knew better. “I’m mortified.”

“Why?” he asked, curling his finger under her chin and coaxing her to meet his eyes.

“Because people saw me sucking your dick and probably you going down on me.” How was he so cavalier about it?

He scoffed. “I doubt they saw anything. They may have heard things and assumed, but they definitely didn’t see anything.” With his free hand, he gestured upward. “We were covered. Remember?”

He had a point. Maybe they hadn’t been seen, but they’d definitely gotten caught.

He kissed the tip of her nose, and the mortification lessened. She no longer felt like chucking herself overboard.

Glancing around the hallway, he scrubbed at the back of his neck. “Did you want to call it a night?”

Studying his expression, she smiled when he reached for her and cupped her cheek. The pad of his thumb grazed her skin, and her renewed butterflies fluttered within her chest. She considered the question. Did she? It didn’t seem fair to get her rocks off and leave him hanging, but it was late.

“It’s okay if you do,” he assured. “No pressure from me.”

Maybe not from him, but she was still rather hot and bothered. Though was it a good idea to disappear somewhere with him? If she did, where would they go? Her room was full, and his… well, she didn’t know about him.

He said he was alone. So it should be empty.

When he kissed her forehead with the utmost affection, she decided. “I’m not tired yet. Are you?”