There was no escape for either of them.
Keeping both of her hands in place with one hand, he ran his other down her body, touching her tits, feeling the hard bud of her nipple against his palm. When he stroked a finger back and forth over that peak, she released a little moan, and he swallowed her cries. She was becoming his obsession.
He couldn’t get enough.
One kiss. One taste. It was never going to be enough, not for him.
“I need to have you,” he said, breaking from the kiss
“Please, Xavier.”
“Tell me you don’t want this.”
“I do. Touch me again.”
Sliding a hand between her thighs, he cupped her pussy. He slipped beneath the fabric, teasing her slit through her panties, knowing he wouldn’t enter her cunt. When the time came to take her cherry, he wanted her to be on a bed, legs spread so that he could hold her down and enjoy it. He wasn’t certain, but confident Alesha was the only virgin he’d tangled with.
She let out another gasp as he played with her clit, pinching the sensitive nub between his fingers, enjoying her cries. Her moans echoed around his hallway, and they were the best sounds a woman could make.
With just a few more strokes against her clit, and she was coming, screaming his name, begging him not to stop. It wasn’t hard to comply. Even as she came and he watched the orgasm wash over her body, he didn’t want to stop.
He let go of her hand and she attacked his pants, sliding open the belt, but then as she got to the zipper, his cell phone rang.
They both groaned.
“Ignore it,” she said.
He pulled out his cell phone and saw who it was.
Boss was calling. There was no way he could ignore this.
“I can’t,” he said.
“Please, Xavier.”
This was business, and she was all pleasure. So long as he kept Boss happy, he’d be able to keep her alive.
“Go and get a shower. I’ve got to take this. An early night will have you well rested for tomorrow.” He accepted the call. “What’s up?” he asked, staring into her eyes.
If she spoke now, there was a risk to her life. He hoped she wasn’t fool enough to try this.
There was only so much he could do to protect her, to save her.
Boss was his own personal army.
She shook her head and left the room, her disappointment palpable.
The scent of her pussy still lingered on his fingers as he talked to Boss. He closed his eyes, leaning against the front door.
This woman was messing with his head, and he had to do right by her. There was no way he could allow anything to happen, not to Alesha. Even when he tried to turn off his emotions, they were still there. She was the real deal.
****
It was official.
Alesha hated boats.
They were all the same, be it yacht or cruise ship.