last night was normal for you?”
Another vision flashed in her mind—his head between her legs on the deck while she talked dirty to him. “No,” she said. “Last night was wild for me. Last night was…”
Could she admit this? Should she? “The first time I had sex with a guy my father hadn’t chosen for me to date.”
“Shit,” he murmured. “Seriously?”
She pursed her lips and felt another blush coming on. “Does that make me less fun?”
“Uh, no. Nothing could make you less fun. Last night was…amazing.”
This time, she went warm in her panties. “For me too. But I can’t help being…a little embarrassed now. I’d spent days, weeks…kind of, um, feeling desperate.”
“Desperate?”
“For sex. So by the time I got some, I kind of…didn’t hold back. At all.
I…completely let loose.”
A slow smile stole over his handsome, unshaven face. “You definitely did. And I’m hard again right now just remembering.”
She bit her lower lip, her pussy beginning to tingle. “So…you liked it all? The letting loose?”
Beneath the bar, he slid his hand onto her thigh and said, “No, I didn’t like it. I loved it, honey. Did you not hear me say it was amazing a minute ago?”
She shook her head, feeling uncertain, adrift, caught between her softer self and the woman she’d become last night. “I’m just not used to…showing anyone…how dirty I can be.”
“Then I’m honored.” He sipped on his drink, then cast her a sideways glance. “I had a feeling I was getting a taste of a good girl gone bad. But, uh, how did I get so lucky?”
She blinked, trying to think through it. “Well, I suppose I just couldn’t take it anymore. I know most people would see me on that yacht and think I had a dream life.
But you’re right—rich girls do get bored. At least when they don’t really do anything but island hop with their parents. I guess I’ve just reached a point in my life where…I need more.”
“You need sex,” he expounded for her.
“Definitely,” she agreed, her voice dropping a little as the hum in her cunt increased. “Other things too. But right now, I’m mainly focusing on the sex.
Because…even from the moment I saw you on that other boat yesterday morning, I just…wanted you. And I had to show you. I couldn’t help it—I just did it.”
Their eyes were locked now and she felt a familiar lust coursing through her veins.
Last night’s wild orgasms had helped assuage it, but it was returning full force now that she was with him again. He leaned close to say, “That was about the sexiest fucking thing I’ve ever seen. I had to go belowdecks and jack myself off.”
She gasped slightly at the image it put in her head, at the knowledge she’d made him do that. “Really?”
“Hell yeah, really.”
All around them, the bar hummed with life—music, talk, and laughter blending together to create a static noise that almost made her feel as if they were alone, even in the midst of a crowd. But they weren’t alone. Not yet anyway. She felt compelled to break the sexual tension—just a little. “So now you know my story. Tell me about you.”
He grinned slightly, through his lust, and backed away—though he kept his hand firmly on her thigh. “Long story short,” he said, “I came here to party, and for a while, I did just as much as it took to get by. But then my roommate Chris got married, and ever since then…well, I guess you and I have something in common, rich girl, because ever since then I’ve found myself wanting something more too.”
“Not sex, though,” she said, since clearly he’d had plenty of that. Now that she thought about it, it was probably scary how much sex he’d had.
He tilted his head as if she’d just said something crazy. “Honey, I always want sex. I just…don’t have to work very hard to get it in a place like this. What I have to work hard to get is…something of my own. I want to buy a deep-sea fishing boat,
Another vision flashed in her mind—his head between her legs on the deck while she talked dirty to him. “No,” she said. “Last night was wild for me. Last night was…”
Could she admit this? Should she? “The first time I had sex with a guy my father hadn’t chosen for me to date.”
“Shit,” he murmured. “Seriously?”
She pursed her lips and felt another blush coming on. “Does that make me less fun?”
“Uh, no. Nothing could make you less fun. Last night was…amazing.”
This time, she went warm in her panties. “For me too. But I can’t help being…a little embarrassed now. I’d spent days, weeks…kind of, um, feeling desperate.”
“Desperate?”
“For sex. So by the time I got some, I kind of…didn’t hold back. At all.
I…completely let loose.”
A slow smile stole over his handsome, unshaven face. “You definitely did. And I’m hard again right now just remembering.”
She bit her lower lip, her pussy beginning to tingle. “So…you liked it all? The letting loose?”
Beneath the bar, he slid his hand onto her thigh and said, “No, I didn’t like it. I loved it, honey. Did you not hear me say it was amazing a minute ago?”
She shook her head, feeling uncertain, adrift, caught between her softer self and the woman she’d become last night. “I’m just not used to…showing anyone…how dirty I can be.”
“Then I’m honored.” He sipped on his drink, then cast her a sideways glance. “I had a feeling I was getting a taste of a good girl gone bad. But, uh, how did I get so lucky?”
She blinked, trying to think through it. “Well, I suppose I just couldn’t take it anymore. I know most people would see me on that yacht and think I had a dream life.
But you’re right—rich girls do get bored. At least when they don’t really do anything but island hop with their parents. I guess I’ve just reached a point in my life where…I need more.”
“You need sex,” he expounded for her.
“Definitely,” she agreed, her voice dropping a little as the hum in her cunt increased. “Other things too. But right now, I’m mainly focusing on the sex.
Because…even from the moment I saw you on that other boat yesterday morning, I just…wanted you. And I had to show you. I couldn’t help it—I just did it.”
Their eyes were locked now and she felt a familiar lust coursing through her veins.
Last night’s wild orgasms had helped assuage it, but it was returning full force now that she was with him again. He leaned close to say, “That was about the sexiest fucking thing I’ve ever seen. I had to go belowdecks and jack myself off.”
She gasped slightly at the image it put in her head, at the knowledge she’d made him do that. “Really?”
“Hell yeah, really.”
All around them, the bar hummed with life—music, talk, and laughter blending together to create a static noise that almost made her feel as if they were alone, even in the midst of a crowd. But they weren’t alone. Not yet anyway. She felt compelled to break the sexual tension—just a little. “So now you know my story. Tell me about you.”
He grinned slightly, through his lust, and backed away—though he kept his hand firmly on her thigh. “Long story short,” he said, “I came here to party, and for a while, I did just as much as it took to get by. But then my roommate Chris got married, and ever since then…well, I guess you and I have something in common, rich girl, because ever since then I’ve found myself wanting something more too.”
“Not sex, though,” she said, since clearly he’d had plenty of that. Now that she thought about it, it was probably scary how much sex he’d had.
He tilted his head as if she’d just said something crazy. “Honey, I always want sex. I just…don’t have to work very hard to get it in a place like this. What I have to work hard to get is…something of my own. I want to buy a deep-sea fishing boat,
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