“Mm, fuck,” she whispered, loud enough for half the room to hear. “God, I needed this cock all day. You’re so fucking hard for me, baby.”
My soul evacuated.
I watched with wide eyes as she kissed him, full-mouth, messy, tongue everywhere, moaning into his lips like she didn’t care we were all sitting right there. Her hips never stopped moving.
Her moans got louder. His hands slid up her thighs and under her shirt. She laughed again, breathless and wicked, tossing her head back and grinding harder.
And Connor?
Connor didn’t say a word.
He stood there.
Unmoving.
Watching.
Watching me.
He didn’t look at her. Not once. Not even when she threw her head back and moaned so loud a waiter dropped a glass behind the bar.
His eyes were locked on mine. Piercing. Like he didn’t see the room. Like he didn’t hear the music. Like he didn’t care that his daughter was on some guy’s lap pretending we weren’t all living in a live-action porno.
No.
He was watching me.
Me, with my legs crossed tight and my breathing fucked up and my thighs sticky from his fingers.
Me, with my dress riding up and my nipples still poking through the fabric like traitors.
Me, with my entire body remembering the way he whispered don’t make a sound while he sucked my tit like it was the only thing keeping him alive.
He didn’t say a thing.
But he didn’t have to.
Because those eyes? They said it all.
You’re next.
**Lily**
“Bella, what the hell is wrong with you?” I blurted, eyes wide as my jaw dropped straight into the damn carpet.
“Are you seriously grinding on your man like a porn star while your dad is right there watching you?
Have you completely lost your fucking mind? Get the fuck off of him, bitch! Show some respect!”
She didn’t even pause. She just looked at me over her shoulder with that chaotic little smirk, hips still moving on her boyfriend’s lap like she was starring in the next yacht edition of Girls Gone Wild.
I threw my hands in the air like I was trying to summon divine intervention. “You are literally riding him in front of your father, B???a! The same man who raised you! The same man who is standing right there! And you’re moaning like we’re all deaf or blind or both. Do you have no sense of decency left inside your coochie at all?!”
She laughed, full and breathless, her tongue slipping out to lick her bottom lip before leaning in and kissing her boyfriend again, louder this time, filthier.
I grabbed a throw pillow and screamed into it because I was two seconds away from combusting.
“And what the fuck is up with all these people?” I shouted, spinning around to look at the overflowing lounge.
“Did you invite more guests? This place is suddenly packed like it’s a damn music video. I thought it was just going to be a chill summer cruise with the fam. Maybe a few close friends.
But now there’s like twenty-five horny-ass teens with cocktails and open shirts, and I’m scared I might walk into an orgy if I open the wrong door.”
B?lt? finally looked at me again, cheeks flushed, her eyes glazed over with too much champagne and not enough shame.
“Live a little, Lilly,” she moaned, voice thick and sultry as she rolled her hips in a slow circle that made her boyfriend grab her ass tighter.
“Fuck… My dad gave me permission. I literally told him before we even left the harbor that I was gonna have fun. Like so much fun. Threesomes, shots, dancing on tables, losing my panties somewhere in the Mediterranean kind of fun. And he said…” she gasped a little when her man bit her shoulder, then grinned through it, “…he said ‘just be safe, Bella.’ So fuck it. I’m free.”
My hands were trembling. My thighs were clenched so tight I was practically sitting on my own uterus.
My heart was pounding like a war drum, not just because she was being insane, but because the entire time she was saying this, Connor hadn’t looked away from me once.
Not once.
He didn’t even blink when she moaned again and threw her head back like she was about to cum on the couch.
“I cannot believe this is my life,” I muttered, pacing in tight, frantic circles with my arms flailing like an overwhelmed kindergarten teacher on the verge of a breakdown.
“I came on this yacht for a relaxing vacation. I was supposed to sip cute drinks and take selfies and maybe flirt with the bartender. Not get fingered by my best friend’s dad and then watch her give her boyfriend a dry fuck in front of the whole crew like it’s amateur hour at a sex club. What the actual fuck is happening?”
B?tt? just kept moaning.
I looked at her. I looked at him. I looked at Connor.
And my pussy clenched so hard I had to sit down before I passed out.
“You know what, B???a?” I snapped, my voice climbing up to that dangerous pitch where I was one breath away from losing my entire shit.
“I won’t sit down here and listen to your moans like I’m watching a live porn show with surround sound. Fuck you. I came here to relax, not to get a front-row seat to your moaning Olympics.”
She gasped, eyes wide and dramatic like I just slapped her, then leaned in closer to her man, grinding him harder, slower, filthier like she was trying to ruin my life.
“Why are you mad, bitch?!” she laughed breathlessly, tossing her hair over her shoulder while his hands slid up her waist.
“Fuck!! Is it because I’m getting dick and you’re not? Huh? You mad I’m riding my man like a stallion while you sit there clenching your virgin thighs like a nun in heat?”
“B?ll?, I swear to God…”
“Baby” she moaned, dragging the word out like it was dipped in syrup, “she’s mad I’m moaning in front of her. She’s mad I’m grinding your cock. Isn’t that so sad?”
He didn’t even respond. He just grabbed her ass tighter, kissed her neck, and made her gasp again.
“Didn’t you get laid before coming here?” she said, turning back to me with a wicked grin. “Oh right, no, you didn’t. So now that you see me grinding my man, you’re mad about it.”
I blinked, mouth open, trying to form a comeback that didn’t sound like I still smell your dad on my skin.
“You know I love you, right?” she added sweetly, cupping her man’s face and humping him like she was on a mission to make the whole damn yacht vibrate.
“But I’m not stopping. So go meet your mystery man, whoever the fuck he is, and while you figure out how to get laid, I’ll be over here fucking mine. Bye, bitch.”
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