My thighs were still sticky. My clit was still pulsing like it knew he was close. And the moment his fingers tightened ever so slightly, I swear to the Moon Goddess, my pussy clenched like il recognized its owner
He smelled even stronger up close. Rich, Dark and Masculine. That same heavy, dominant
but now it scent that had been haunting me since last summer-pine and leather and heat was saturated with something else.
Something deeper. Something that made my whole body respond like it had been waiting for this exact contact all fucking day
I tried to look at his face. I really did. But the moment I tilted my chin up and our eyes met, my entire soul buckled.
His stare was deep and unreadable, and it held me there like a trap. His eyes dipped just for a second- to my mouth, to my neck, lower and in that one slow drag, I felt more naked than 1 ever had in my entire life.
Did he know?
No He couldn’t. Could he?
Did he smell it?
Did he hear me?
Did he know I had my fingers inside myself while whispering Daddy like a heat-starved little slut?
I tried to say something. Anything. I opened my mouth like a girl who had her shit together, like a girl who hadn’t just moaned his name into her pillow less than five minutes ago.
But all I managed was, “I-I didn’t see you- I mean, I didn’t mean to- I was coming-out-I was just-“
Kill me.
Actually kill me.
Push me overboard and let the sea claim me as its latest cautionary tale.
His eyes darkened just a little – not enough for anyone else to notice, but enough for my already overstimulated cunt to start pulsing like it wanted to cry.
My chest rose and fell with short, stuttering breaths, and I could feel the heat rising all the way up my neck.
My nipples were hard. My legs were locked. My panties were so wet it was humiliating. And the only thing holding me upright was the fact that his hand was still on me.
“Watch where you’re going,” he said in a husky tone.
“And You’re coming out of the room next to mine.”
I blinked like he had just slapped me across the face with a rolled-up newspaper that had the words BUSTED HORNY BRAT printed on the front page. My whole body went cold and hot at the same time. My mouth opened. I tried to answer. Nothing came out.
He waited.
I forced words through my lips even though my throat was dry and my clit was still throbbing like it had its own heartbeat.
“Yeah. I think our rooms are across from each other.”
That sounded normal, right? That didn’t sound like I just masturbated while moaning your name into a pillow and then got caught walking out with my panties still wet levels of guilty, did it?
He didn’t smile. He didn’t say a word.
He just stared.
And that stare wasn’t normal. It wasn’t casual. It wasn’t safe. It was sharp.
Like he was pulling every secret out of my skin just by looking at me. My lungs stopped working. My skin was burning beneath his hand. My dress felt too short. My nipples were too hard. Everything was too much.
He stepped closer.
So close I could smell him. He smelled like Woods, sex and power at the same time.
Everything that made my body react like a stupid little Omega in heat, even though I wasn’t supposed to be going into heat yet. Everything that made my knees clench and my breath catch in my throat.
Then he leaned down. His mouth brushed the shell of my ear. My pulse stopped. My thighs squeezed together on instinct. I could hear my own heartbeat between my legs.
His voice was a whisper, but it felt louder than anything I had ever heard in my life.
“Your nipples are hard.”
I froze. Dammit.
My whole body locked. I didn’t even breathe. I was just standing there with his voice in my ear, my t**s poking through the front of my sundress, and the realization that he had noticed. Not just noticed. Looked.
And then he added it.
That last part.
That final whisper that absolutely wrecked me.
“Cover it up.”
My soul left my body.
My clit pulsed so hard I gasped. My legs almost gave out. I stood there like a soaked little idiot, trembling, hot all over, too stunned to say anything, too wrecked to think.
His voice didn’t shake. Mine did. My whole body did. The moment he said it, I froze. Not just in my feet or my breath or my face, but deep inside. Between my legs. In the place that was already soaked and swollen and twitching with every second I stood in front of him.
My pussy clenched so hard I felt dizzy. I was already panting from just bumping into him, but now? Now I was dripping.
I could feel the slick sticking to the insides of my thighs, and I knew without a doubt, he could smell it.
But he didn’t stop.
His hand stayed right there on my arm, firm and warm and heavy like it belonged there.
–
His body stayed close enough to block out the air. And his mouth his filthy, sin-drenched mouth – lowered again, right beside my ear.
“If I can see them,” he said, his breath sliding across my skin, “then any man on this boat can see them too.”
My legs wobbled.
“And I don’t like that.”
I swallowed so hard it made a sound. My heart was thudding so loud I thought it might shake the walls.
His voice was crawling inside me now, slipping beneath my skin like it had always belonged there. My nipples throbbed.
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