The Erotic Expeditions - Complete Collection (49 page)

“A little help,” she gasped as she looked up at Kirk.

But his eyes weren’t on her suit or even her eyes. He was staring at her breasts. Suddenly, he tugged her hips forward and lowered his face to her nipple.

• • • • •

From the moment he’d squeezed her nipple through the suit, Kirk had known this moment was coming. Mel was incredibly sensitive. Every response of her body had told him that. Although his arousal had flared to life long ago, it was the reaction of her body that he craved.
 

Her breasts were full and pert, the rose-red nipples already swollen, quivering, and now bare inches from him. He wasted no time sucking one fully into his mouth. Mel’s body went completely rigid as she drew in a long shuddering breath. Before she could complete it, he pulled her suit down to her hips, drawing her arms to her sides, and sucked. Although Mel gasped and her arms jerked, he kept a strong grip. As his tongue skid back and forth over the engorged tip, Kirk tasted a subtle hint of the ocean–a slight saltiness that was fresh and maddening. He quickly wound his embrace around her as he leaned in, covering her breast with his tongue, gnawing it with his lips.

Every new taste of her skin only made him hungry for the next. As she fought for breath, he devoured her, moving quickly one way and then the other, until his lips closed around the stiff nub and squeezed.

“Oh god,” Mel whimpered.

Kirk felt her back arch, pushing her abdomen onto his arousal. Though it throbbed in response, he couldn’t let her go–not yet. He held her tight and leaned her even further back. With a final gentle bite, he let that nipple go and immediately found the other.

Mel’s head fell back as a cry flew from her lips and her hips jerked against him. Again his arousal throbbed and his mouth sucked furiously. He dropped his jaw to draw her in and gnawed on the tender flesh. Each stroke of his lips elicited a gasp or hiss and each sound only spurred him on. Her skin was perfect, silky smooth, and warm as honey. His mouth suckled her, draining her of every response she could give, until she panted and writhed, her head lolling back, her chest heaving. His teeth grazed the swollen nub as he finally let her nipple go and Mel groaned in response–a sound of anguish and ecstasy rolled into one.

Suddenly Kirk realized he was supporting her weight and her entire body was quaking. Though he stood back to bring her head up, her eyes remained closed and her head rocked forward too far and rested on his shoulder. Her lungs were working overtime and the breaths rasped in her throat.

“Dizzy,” she gasped.

“You’re hyperventilating,” Kirk said, holding her against him. “Slow your breathing.”

He felt her nod slowly.

She needed to lay down.

“Here,” he said, keeping one arm around her waist.
 

Careful not to move too quickly, he rolled and tugged her body suit from one forearm and then the other.
 

“Can you hold on to my neck?” he said quietly.

In response, her arms wrapped around his neck. Though she was still breathing hard, the rate had slowed. He gently picked her up and cradled her to him.

“Watch your head,” he whispered as he made his way into the narrow corridor and then into her small room. As he settled her onto the bed he realized her hands had grasped his body suit at the open zipper in the back and were drawing it forward off his shoulders as she lay back.

“Mel,” Kirk started. “Slow down. I don’t think–”

“Today’s the day,” she whispered, looking into his eyes. “I’m not going to wait. I can’t.”

• • • • •

Mel gripped the fabric hard, as much to help her sit up as to take it from Kirk’s body. There was no way she was letting him go, not now. Though he seemed as though he might argue, his eyes slowly ran down her body. As she peeled the black body suit down his rounded shoulders, and then his chiseled chest, her heart, already racing, began to thud.

“I never stopped thinking about you,” she whispered.

Though he’d been staring at her body, he suddenly looked at her face. In moments, he tugged his arms out of his suit and then the suit down his hips. Mel stared at his arousal, thick and ready, as he stepped out of the clinging lycra legs and tossed the suit aside. His six-pack abs glistened between muscled hips. Long muscular thighs disappeared beneath the edge of the bed and, as she watched, his hands went to her waist and began to pull down her suit.

She’d forgotten she was still wearing it. As she lay back and lifted her hips, Kirk quickly rolled the fabric down and pulled it clear of her feet. It landed on the floor with his.

“Long clean lines,” he murmured, as he climbed onto the bed and then over her.

The mattress dipped under his weight as the boat gently rocked. He swayed a little as the muscles in his arms and sides worked against the motion. Mel traced the molded ridges of his upper arms when they came within reach and then ran her hands around to his sides. His skin was warm to the touch and his muscles harder than she’d anticipated. But his slow movement up her body paused just as she was kneading her fingers into his back. His face slowly descended down to her chest. She suddenly tensed as his warm breath washed over her breast. He’d nearly driven her over the edge in the dining room and, as much as her body yearned for him to touch her that way again, even the thought of it made a shiver race down her spine. As though he’d sensed it, he did exactly what she’d feared and what she wanted–he lightly suckled her nipple.

Her abdomen contracted hard and her fingers sank into the hair at the back of his head as she fought to stifle a moan. As though he were settling in for a long stay, he eased down on his elbows and laid his narrow hips between her knees. As her eyes squeezed shut, only one sensation remained, his moist mouth slowly covering her nipple. The heat of his tongue and lips seemed to sear into her flesh. The aching tip throbbed with each gnawing bite and each lashing stroke of his tongue.
 

“Oh god,” she whispered hoarsely.

Her back suddenly arched and, though the movement tugged her breast, his lips firmly clamped down.

A whimper escaped her and suddenly Kirk’s tongue swept this way and that, circled around the aching peak, and then swirled to the center. Mel couldn’t help but gasp with each grazing sweep. Her fingers dug into his damp hair and squeezed. Even as one part of her wanted to tug his head away, the other part delighted at each new sensation. Air was pouring out of his nostrils and his breathing became heavy but his tongue never stopped moving. Finally, his tongue bore down, stiff, probing her. Her back arched savagely in response, her head pressed hard into the mattress, and her nipple popped free of his mouth. Relief and distress mingled as she tried to catch her breath.

Though she’d barely been aware of him moving, Kirk’s mouth was suddenly next to her ear.

“Condom,” he whispered harshly.

Her eyes fluttered open.

“What?” she managed to get out between breaths.

“I’m going to go get a condom,” he said, nuzzling behind her ear.

She wound her arms tight around his muscular torso.

“No,” she gasped. “On the pill.”

Though there was nothing she could do about diving with PMS, she could at least be sure when it would happen. She’d been on the pill since she was a teenager.

“Don’t go,” she breathed but she needn’t have.
 

Kirk had immediately positioned himself on top of her and now his arousal pressed near her entrance. Her sweet spot pulsed as his hot flesh nudged it. Her hips gyrated under his weight, seeking him out, wanting him inside. Warmth flooded between her thighs as she ground her center on the tip of his shaft. The pulsing there quickly spiraled higher and faster and, though she was ready, his entrance into her was a shock. A small cry escaped her as he pressed inward, past the tight resistance, spreading her.

Kirk moaned next to her ear, his slick hair against her cheek, the smell of the ocean in it. The low sound in his throat and chest vibrated through her, a guttural sound from deep inside that built the further he slid into her. Her fingers dug into the rigid muscles of his back and then his tight buttocks. They bunched under her hands as she pictured them in his body suit, or his swim trunks, or any of the dozens of places and times she’d secretly stared. She squeezed them, digging in her fingers, as he moved even deeper into her.

She lifted her hips to his and tugged at him, desperate to be filled with him. It was as though the last ten years had never happened and yet the wait for him had seemed like forever. Finally, he plunged into her and she arched to take him all the way.

“Yes,” she whimpered, a high whine that mingled with his sudden groan.

Hot flesh drove into her, stretching her, pushing at the walls of her body. Her hips bucked into him, raising his, grinding her sensitive spot on him. Suddenly, he thrust again, plunging inside her with a thud that made her grunt.

“Yes,” she gasped.

Quickly, he drew back and then speared into her with a penetration that made her abdomen vibrate. She writhed beneath him, surrounding his flesh, and suddenly clenched. In response, his hips began to pump.
 

Over and over, he drove into her as her body met his thrusts and matched them. They moved together, the rhythm increasing. It was as though he stoked an inferno deep inside her. As he raised up on his hands, she gasped for air and opened her eyes to see his powerful body flexing with each stroke. His six-pack bulged and his pecs rippled wildly. Though she wanted to touch them, feel them moving, she couldn’t let go of his tight buttocks. His skin glistened with sweat and his fevered eyes drilled into hers.
 

Without his weight, her back was free to arch and, as her hips swiveled, he penetrated so deeply inside her that her entire body shuddered and she squeezed her eyes shut. She convulsed around him, clamping hard, peaking quickly.
 

Kirk grunted as he thickened inside her but still he thrust, the rhythm slowing. A tight coil suddenly wound inside her as spasms erupted. In a final frenzy of thrusts, Kirk pumped furiously, until her climax enveloped him. As he sank to the hilt, Mel cried out. Wild tremors rocked them both and suddenly he flooded into her–in great waves that rippled along his length–just as her release burst in a blinding, pulsing moment of ecstasy. Her deep clench milked him as he lowered his torso to hers and wrapped his arms around her. The waves of pleasure finally crested and a deep shudder shook the small bed, though Mel couldn’t tell if it had come from her or Kirk.

Still inside her, both of them gasping, they lay still except for the rocking of the boat. Mel refused to open her eyes. If she could make this moment last forever, it wouldn’t be long enough. Kirk was everything she’d thought he’d be–and
more
. She ran her fingers lightly over his back and he stirred. As his arms shifted from beneath her and his weight lifted from her chest, she reluctantly opened her eyes to find his his face only inches from hers.

“You’re amazing,” he breathed, smiling.

She smiled in response and was about to say the same when her stomach gurgled. Kirk’s smile broke into a broad grin.
 

“And you’re starving,” he said.

Though she could hardly deny it, she wished she could because he slowly withdrew. Just then, a loud thud came from the back of the boat.

“What the…” Kirk muttered as he jumped up from the bed.

“What was that?” Mel said, sitting up.

Kirk dashed into his room and threw on the shorts that he’d left on the bed. Now he clearly heard voices. That could only mean one thing, in the middle of nowhere, at night. The gun was at the helm. He ran back into the short hallway just as Mel appeared naked in the doorway of her room.

“I think we’ve been boarded,” he whispered as he passed. “Stay in your room and lock the door.”

Without looking back, he moved toward the stairs but a pair of feet in flip flops were already coming down.

Dammit
.

There was no way to get to the gun. There were knives in the galley though. He spun away from the stairs. Suddenly, Mel emerged from her room, dressed in shorts and a tank top, with a dive knife drawn.

“
Mel!
” he whispered harshly.

Though he’d been prepared to face whoever it was who was on his boat with nothing more than a knife, he wasn’t about to let Mel do anything of the kind.
 

“Stop!” came a loud voice from the stairwell.

Kirk froze as his eyes met Mel’s. He glanced down at the knife in her hand and she quickly hid it behind her back.
 

She wouldn’t try to use it, would she?

“Turn around,” said the man. He had a thick accent. Maybe from Haiti or Jamaica? “Show the hands.”

Kirk slowly raised his hands and turned around. A dark, wiry man descended from the lowest step into the hallway. His jet black hair was shaped into a flattop. Narrow, dark eyes glittered above his enormous, almost misshapen nose. He had a semi-automatic pistol of some type in his hand and also a machete at his belt. He wore a white short-sleeve shirt and long white pants, both embroidered with thick black bands of needlework at the ends of the sleeves and cuffs. But it was the pistol that drew Kirk’s attention and the easy way he handled it. He waved it casually at them.
 

“Up here,” he commanded, as he backed up a step.

Kirk’s mind raced but it was useless. There was nothing they could do against a man with a gun–probably multiple men. They had to be pirates. If he and Mel weren’t killed outright, then they’d be held for ransom.

“Quick quick!” said the man, waving the pistol again.

“Stay behind me,” Kirk muttered under his breath as he moved forward. “And leave the knife.”

As he slowly made his way toward the stairs, he heard Mel behind him. What he didn’t hear was the knife landing on the bed.

“Up here!” the man yelled, backing up the steps. “Quick quick!”

As Kirk followed him up the steps, he took a look around the aft deck. There was another man on the dive deck tying off their small boat. They must have cut the engine as they approached. Inwardly, Kirk kicked himself. With client trips, he had two deckhands and there was always someone on watch, more for the safety of inebriated passengers than pirates. Out here with Mel, he’d been less careful. Now, they might both pay with their lives.