Chapter Thirteen
Takira
It’s actually been a long time since I was on a jet ski, so today was amazing. Though my family left Trinidad shortly after I was born and moved to Houston, I still consider the island my home. We visit family there often, and every time I chase the waves, extend my arms to the sky, and surrender to the wind. It never feels like a visit, but like a reunion with the elements that formed me.
Today it’s a Mediterranean breeze wafting over my face, not a Caribbean sigh. And the blue sky and fluffy clouds above are hung over Capri, not my beloved Tobago, but I still felt that invigoration that only sand and sea ever stir in me. The sea spray on my face and water sloshing onto my legs. Naz laughing at my back, his sinewed arms cradling me while we rode the waves together. Having him warm and hard behind me was my favorite part of the day.
And, boy, was he hard.
After last night, how blue are that man’s balls?
I want to give him some relief. Selfishly, I want to suck his dick. It’s not fair he knows how I taste and I’m still over here wondering. In our bathing suits, we’re headed below deck, walking down the narrow stairwell leading to our rooms. I stop, turning abruptly to face Naz. His hard body slams into me, and my nipples pebble against his chest.
“Oh, sorry,” he says. “I didn’t mean to—”
He’s one step above me, and I slowly lower to my knees on the step below.
“Um, what…” Confusion pinches his dark brows together. “What’s happening right now?”
“Oh, it’s even worse than I thought.” I shake my head in mock despair. “You don’t even know when you’re about to get a blow job.”
He glances up the stairwell behind him. “Here? Now?”
My fingers, nimble and sure, work at the lacing of his trunks.
“Half the group went ashore to shop,” I remind him. “Half of them are still swimming or on the jet skis. And Jared and Banner are in their cabin, probably having wild sex.”
“Yeah,” he mutters absently, eyes fixed on me as I slide his trunks down over his powerful thighs. “Those hormones are intense.”
“Damn, Naz.” I feast my eyes on his dick, proud and jutting out. “This is a lot. I may choke.” I grin up at him sweetly. “A girl can hope.”
“Maybe we should go—”
“No one’s gonna see,” I reassure him, taking his dick in hand and laughing when he makes a strangled sound. “Besides, the threat of getting caught makes it better.”
I glance up at him, infusing my eyes with all the lust coursing through my body.
“But you should know, if someone comes, I won’t stop. I don’t give a damn if someone sees me sucking you off.” I chuckle and undo the straps of my bikini top so my breasts spill out. “They can enjoy the show.”
It’s not true, but the thought of it being true gets his dick even harder in my hands, and I grin, licking my lips for him. “You like that, don’t you? Well, there’s something you should know before we start.”
“What?” he asks, glancing over his shoulder again.
I run my lips over the swollen tip, sucking the pre-cum already leaking there like he’s my personal straw. “I give really good head.”
I take him in my mouth all the way, letting him sink just a little into my throat.
Damn, he’s big.
My gag reflex does not want to let me be great, kicking in right away, so I pull back some and swirl my tongue around the head. I grip the base, sliding my hand, which feels so small and barely closes around him, up and down his rigid length. Looking up at him, catching and holding his eyes, I slide my mouth all the way down and off, letting him pop out so I can dip my head to his balls. They’re smooth and still cool from the sea. When I take one into my mouth and cup the other, he groans. His eyes are squeezed shut, and his fist is pressed to the stairwell wall. I switch balls, taking the other into my mouth and rolling the other, still wet from my attention, in my hand.
“Dammit, Kira,” he growls, his brows furrowed. “You better not fucking stop.”
I take his dick back into my mouth, grinning at the command all over his face and in the deep rumble of his voice. I drop my jaw and slowly take him down as far as I can. Letting the walls of my throat close around him, I force myself to swallow, the muscles clenching around him.
“Fuuuuuuuuck,” he groans, banging the wall.
I bob my head, breathing through my nose when he goes deeper. I squeeze my thumb to help squelch the gag reflex. I read somewhere that helps. Not sure if it’s true, but with a dick this big, it’s worth a try. I keep rolling one ball in my other hand. I see when he loses himself completely—when the risk of discovery, the concern that he would hurt me, everything is consumed by the need and the passion. He takes my head between his two massive hands, holding me exactly like he wants, and fucks my mouth relentlessly. I choke, saliva spilling from the sides of my mouth, tears blurring my vision, but I don’t protest. I’m riveted by the aching pleasure on his handsome face. You could not pry this man’s dick from my mouth right now. Not because of him, but because of me. I am the vessel of his mindless bliss, and it feels like a privilege. A man who’s so careful, so calculating—losing himself in me.