What the hell was she going to do?
Chapter 18
David woke in the bed with Vic and Britt, his back to them. One of Vic’s perfect little feet was tucked up behind his knee, her leg smooth against his own. Christ, it felt so damn natural there.
Two more mornings. It couldn’t be a good sign, that the thought left him feeling so shitty. Hanging out with Vic and Britt brought out all kinds of weird things in him–like the kink. He’d never been into kinky sex before, but he’d sure expanded his portfolio during this cruise! And this whole emotional attachment bit–shit. How was he supposed to play cool when this was all over and he had to go home alone, knowing they were going home together? Lesson learned: next time ride the love boat solo, and only hook up with an unattached chick. One unattached chick.
Well, he doubted any other chick could’ve turned him on the way Vic did. She had just enough experience to run his engine. Quiet as he could, he turned over to look at her. Damn. Her hair seemed to take over the upper area of the bed, curly, crazy vines of red. Awake, she was a beauty, but asleep and relaxed…gorgeous like no woman he’d ever known.
Her foot shifted away, and her eyes fluttered open, blinking at his chest and then staying open a little longer each time until she looked into his eyes. Ah, those emeralds of hers. He could stare into them forever. She lifted her hand and rasped the back of her fingers along his jaw line, the softest smile on her lips, making him smile in answer. Her fingers brushed his lips and he opened to them. He’d love to kiss her, but not with morning breath. Instead, he winked. She responded with a wider smile, arching a little toward him, her eyes rounding when his fingers also touched her lips. Like a good-morning kiss. A silent I love you.
Her eyebrows shot up, and she yanked her hand away.
Had she thought the same thing he did?
Her eyes closed, then with a tiny shake of her head, she reopened them. But just wide enough for her to see, and with them narrowed like that, she looked like a cat. Purring, maybe, but not content. More like hungry. Her hand slid down his chest, straight to his cock, which, luckily, didn’t shame him and was definitely up to the task of playing cat and mouse, or whatever wild plans she came up with. She gripped him, warm, velvety, tight, and let out a little sound halfway between a growl and a purr.
Britt stirred behind her, his hand on her hip sliding forward to cup the cute, little patch of red hair on her mound.
He must be in a real state, because seeing Britt hold her like that really turned him on. Her too, since she wriggled against his hand until she trapped the fingers between her legs.
The gentle, loving Vic had morphed into a demanding one, bent on, well…bending down toward his cock. This seemed to work for Britt, who thrust against her and must be getting entry, judging by his groan.
Her breath burned against him, and she lapped with her tongue, but this wasn’t going to work very well. He sat up on his feet, his legs spread to give Vic better access.
“Mmm.” She voiced her appreciation and shifted to a kneeling position also, still stroking him while she bent low to his cock. Her mouth closed around him, all hot, slick heaven.
Fuck, this was the way to wake up.
Somewhere along the way, he’d closed his eyes, but he opened them to see Britt moving behind Vic, holding her hips in his hands. Their eyes met and Britt cocked his head to the side in a little shrug, then threw his shoulders back and slid into her. She sucked harder and David felt the tug clear to the base of his balls. Heat burned a trail up, out, and Vic moaned, swirled around his head with her tongue.
“Fuck, baby.” He could come right now, but she deserved more. He tangled his fingers in her hair and nudged her upright. Man, that fucking hair. No wonder Britt got off on it. He buried his face in it at her shoulder, nibbling a strand all the way down to a perky nipple. She tugged the hair out of the way, which was a damn shame. He sucked the nipple hard, playing with the other, while she leaned into him for more. Britt’s arms and hands were just below, wrapped around her middle. He could smell her–so hot, so wet, sounding slick and sexy while Britt moved in and out. Aw, fuck it. He couldn’t keep out of there anymore. He kept sucking, but with his free hand, he reached down to her clit. Slippery as hell, and hotter than he’d expected, and his knuckles brushed Britt’s cock. Holy fuck. Hard, wet. Hardly sure he was really doing it, he purposely left a knuckle where it could touch Britt.
Vic seemed to know, and let out a feral moan, grinding her clit against his thumb. She dripped into his hand, she was so wet. Her hands pulled his head tight against her chest and she shook against him, around him, with him.