Chapter 4

4

AUSTIN

A group of covered, cushioned chairs sat toward the front of the ship. I’d spotted them the first night. They’d be a great place to take a nap—that was exactly what I thought when I saw them. They were also the first thing I thought of when I needed to find a place to make love to the most beautiful woman I’d ever seen.

At some point along the way, Lexie tossed her drink. She had it in her hand when she first stood, and I’d noticed it had gotten watered down in the time we’d been sitting in the chairs. She’d barely sipped it, and now I knew why. She wasn’t used to alcohol—probably didn’t even like it. She was rebelling against her friends.

“Are you sure there aren’t cameras?” Lexie asked, looking around as we neared the chairs.

“Doesn’t matter.” I shook my head. “They wouldn’t be able to see what we’re doing. Climb in.”

I looked around again. No signs of anyone else, and any cameras would be pointed toward the back of the bed, which extended all the way over the top of the bed like a canopy. It created a giant shade that would make visibility impossible.

I set my drink on the ground next to us and climbed in. When I stood, I saw she’d lifted the dress, hiking the skirt all the way up to her upper thighs.

That wasn’t how this was going to work, though. Not for her first time. For her first time, we’d start with a kiss.

We were side by side, which made the positioning a little awkward, but when she finally turned to look over at me, our lips were only inches apart. That made it easier to do exactly what I had in mind. I reached up and ran my thumb over her cheek, savoring the feel of her soft skin under my touch.

We’d take it slowly. I’d gradually warm her up so this wouldn’t hurt.

Slowly, gradually, I inched my lips toward hers, brushing them lightly before pushing the kiss to the next level. My tongue parted the seam of her lips, probing.

Lexie shifted, angling her body more toward mine, her hand settling on my chest as she explored. Each move made it clear she wasn’t quite sure what she was doing. Had she even made out with a guy before? My guess was no, but if she had, there’d been minimal groping.

She was mine. All mine. And it was the best gift I’d ever gotten.

I tried to focus on the kiss, but her hand moved downward, skimming over my stomach and heading straight for?—

And then her hand was on my erection, moving over the bulge in my shorts with the same sort of nervous exploration she’d given my chest. When her fingers began fumbling with the fastening, I finally broke the kiss and caught my breath.

She lowered her gaze to my crotch, watching as she slid the zipper down. “I want to see it,” she said, lifting her gaze back to my face. “Can you take it out?”

In any other situation, those words would have ruined the moment. But that innocence was what made her so appealing. I’d never been more attracted to anyone. It went beyond attraction. I was actually feeling things here.

I looked around, suddenly self-conscious about being out in the open. I had to remind myself nobody could see us.

I slowly slid my shorts and underwear down just enough to free my erection, which was in full force. Releasing it from captivity didn’t help matters, though. If anything, it ached worse. Nothing would ease that throb until I emptied my seed into her virgin pussy.

“Is that normal?” she asked.

I smiled. “Not exactly something a man wants to hear when a woman sees him naked for the first time.”

“I mean, to be so big,” she said. “Is it normal?”

As she spoke, she wrapped her hand around it, sliding it from base to tip. My eyes slid closed and I suppressed a groan, still trying to avoid scaring her off. Slow. That was the important word today.

“No,” I breathed. “Yes. Hell, I don’t know.”

“Does this feel good?”

She moved her hand below the base, sliding her fingers over my balls. I sucked in a breath and nodded, opening my eyes again.

“It all feels good,” I said in a voice barely above a whisper. “Everything you’re doing.”

“Can I taste?”

Oh God, she was going to be the death of me. But who was I to deny her whatever she wanted?

“You can do whatever you want, sweetie.”

There it was, the term of endearment that had slipped out earlier. It came naturally. The weird thing about it was I’d never called anyone sweetie before. My friends and family would be shocked I’d even used a word like that. It wasn’t like me at all.

Just as I’d done earlier, she tossed a glance toward the area in front of us like there might be someone there. Then she shifted around until she was hovering above me, hands on either side of my legs.

I closed my eyes and leaned back against the pillow. Because watching this beautiful woman, cleavage peeking out above the neckline of her gown, hands settling around my penis, would make it impossible to hold out. What I really needed to work on right now was holding out.

My eyes popped open when her tongue slid across my tip. Then her lips wrapped around me, and I had to close them again. That image of her, that sweet mouth taking me in, remained imprinted on my brain, though. It might stay there forever.

When her fingers slid over my balls at the same time she took me in deep, I knew I had to stop her. My woman came first. In everything.

“Get up here,” I said. “Let’s get that dress off you.”

I opened my eyes to say that, my gaze landing on her and catching her with my cock in her mouth. Another sight that would be imprinted on my brain for life.

She released me and sat up, looking back over her shoulder again. “We could use my skirt as a shield,” she said.

As if to demonstrate, she straddled me, settling her skirt over the part of my naked body that was out in the open. Okay, so that was a good idea. But I wanted to see what was under the bodice of that dress.

“Can you unzip that top?” I asked.

She frowned in obvious confusion before finally seeming to get what I meant. Then she smiled down at me.

“You want to see my breasts?” she asked.

She liked that. If she only knew how hot I was for her. I’d just have to show her.

Lexie reached back and struggled to unzip the dress for a few seconds. Before I could offer to help, though, she got it, and with a zipping sound, the top of her dress gradually wilted, dropping to her lap and staying there like a silky apron. She then unfastened her bra and tossed it to the ground next to us.

I was speechless as I stared at the large breasts in front of me with pale pink tips. Her nipples were hardened into small pebbles, and I couldn’t resist the urge to touch them, running my thumbs over the areola and sliding them over the tips.

She sighed. “That feels so good.”

So I continued, my dick growing even harder as I watched her. Finally, I moved my right hand to her lap, sliding it under her skirt, my fingers finding her thigh. She opened her eyes and stared at me as my thumb made its way to the apex of her thigh, then over her panties, finding them wet. Extremely wet.

Yes, she definitely wanted me.

“Have you ever been this wet before?” I asked.

She shook her head, those sweet, innocent eyes settling on my face. “I should take off my panties,” she said, shifting around.

I shook my head. “Let’s try this first.”

Before she could ask what I meant, I rubbed my finger over her clit, feeling the swollen nub beneath the flimsy scrap of fabric covering it. She gasped, her eyes closing and the word “Oh” slipping out of her mouth.

Encouraged by her reaction, I continued stroking, wanting to slip my finger under the panties but at the same time not wanting to interrupt the moment. Focusing on her arousal helped hold off my own. When her hand went to the breast I wasn’t touching, I knew I had her. She ran her fingers over her nipple, her hips starting to sway in time with my movements, and I matched those movements with my strokes.

“Don’t stop,” she whispered, obviously still aware we might be overheard.

I had no intention of stopping. Not until I knew Lexie was fully satisfied. Even then, I’d want to make her come again.

Finally, she moved both hands to my shoulders, bracing herself as her head went from tilted back to tilted down. Her hips were moving fast—so fast, it was hard to keep up. And then she let out a long sigh and stilled, and I knew I’d given my future wife an orgasm for the first time. The first of many.