Britt growled and leaned into them with one long thrust, cock throbbing, then solid, firm, still.
And they clung there, David still loving her breast with his mouth, her hands now gentle in his hair, Britt’s hands firm on his shoulders instead of Vic’s stomach.
When had that happened, and should it weird him out? Another man touching him while he came? Well, he’d definitely been touching Britt when he came. His cock gave a little twitch, against Vic’s leg. Fuck. He’d done it on her leg this time. They probably thought he just came all the time, wherever, like some out-of-control kid. He should move, and clean up the mess he’d made. But Goddamn, it felt good. He loved being here. Loved this.
Britt slipped his hands off his shoulders, along Vic’s sides, and pulled her hair away to her back. He kissed her neck and looked down, their eyes meeting briefly.
Another twitch, his cock reminding him what he’d just done and that he’d now gotten so kinky it didn’t bother him. Shit. This was something he could never, never tell Daniel about.
Vic wriggled against his hand, reminding him he still held her like a lifeline. He let go of her nipple with a little pop, then skimmed his hand up her belly to her cheek.
With his knees weak and his heart still racing, he might’ve been light-headed, but he was sure his chest felt tight when he looked into her eyes.
Jesus. He’d been here before, but not since high school. Not since SammyJo. And this probably wouldn’t end any better.
Vic ducked away from his hand, and disconnected herself from Britt. “I’m going to shower now.”
Britt grinned and pinched her butt as she hurried off the bed. “Want company, love?”
“No.” She didn’t look back. “I need to be alone.”
“What?” Poor Britt looked as confused as David felt.
“A woman needs her privacy sometimes, Britt. Jesus!” The bathroom door slammed shut, and the lock clicked.
“Whoa.” David sat back.
Silence, awkward as fuck.
The shower started, and the shower door banged shut.
Britt cleared his throat and looked away from the bathroom door, toward David. “Well. Two other showers in the suite. No reason we have to wait for that one, right?”
“Sure, yeah, and I should probably–” He looked down at himself, the mess. “Jesus. I’m not usually so…” What could he say? I come all over myself around your wife, and you don’t help the matter.
“Oh, that.” Britt waved his hand, but didn’t look down at The Mess. “We’ll get housekeeping up here with new bedsheets, no harm done. Can’t be the first room on this cruise with that sort of thing in the bed, now can it?”
“Yeah, I guess.”
“And don’t mind Vic. She’s no doubt worried about business.” Britt didn’t look too convinced, though. His eyebrows hunched down while he rubbed the stubble on his face. “Shall we go have a look at what that harebrained blogger broadcast about me today?”
“Um. Sure. I’ll just go clean up, and meet you at the table.” He had the acute need for some privacy too, to put his head on straight.
“Right, then.” Britt reached into his drawer and grabbed a pair of shorts. “I’ll order some breakfast up, as well.”
* * * *
David settled into a seat at the table outside. Still no sign of Vic, so he hadn’t taken too long showering and shaving.
Britt grabbed a silver dish from the room service cart, then turned the laptop. “Have a look at what we missed yesterday.”
Day 4 on Aphrodite in one line? All jerk and no lay makes the Jack-off a dull ploy.
Today’s featured contest, sponsored by–you guessed it–Lay-Techs Condom Company, was a race that involved putting a condom on an erect penis, and then filling it. Out of five “heats” throughout the afternoon the 2 fastest “teams” advanced to a finals round after dinner, giving even participants in the last heat a suitable recovery time. Prizes? Everyone placing first through third in the final round won a lifetime supply of–you guessed it again–Lay-Techs Condoms and lube, and the first place winner also won a free fantasy excursion to Fantasy Mountain. This was a very entertaining contest to watch. It’s truly amazing how fast some guys can get off. The real bitch of it? The first place winner was a one-man team. Yep, you read it right. This guy can jerk himself off in under two minutes. So why the hell does he need a trip to Fantasy Mountain? Or latex, for that matter. He’s clearly got all he needs right on the pages of that People magazine he toted around with him. No, I don’t know whose photo he used. Nor do I want to. The only gratifying moment for the spectators was watching him fumble with the condom in both the qualifying heat and final round–he obviously doesn’t need protection for his “me, myself, and I” orgies. Still, watching the competition was damn hot. Desire is definitely not waning on this cruise!