Read The Lust Boat Online

Authors: Roz Lee

Tags: #Erotica

The Lust Boat (6 page)

“Okay. I’m terrible at drawing, but I’m willing to give it a try.”

“Let me guess, nude models?”

“Yep. You are getting the idea.”

It was her turn to smile. “I think I am.”

* * * *

Ryan tried to concentrate on the couple modeling in the center of the room, but watching Candace, as she shyly glanced back and forth between the erotic tableau and her drawing pad, held his attention. She did a good job, though she tried her best not to look at the models. At the beginning of the class, the instructor had them working on life size renderings of specific body parts. He’d expected Candace to bolt, but she’d taken a good long look when the model stopped in front of her, turned a hundred different shades of pink, and then she’d drawn a darn good sketch.

He had no talent to speak of, but for Candace’s sake, he tried his best. Candace proved a much more intriguing subject than either of the models. Even when the instructor posed them in mid-copulation, Candace still held his attention.

Candace dropped her sketches into the recycle bin as they left the library where the class had been held. When she headed for the ladies room with the other women, he doubled back to the library to fetch them out again. He managed to find her drawings and handed them over to the instructor with directions to have them sent to his stateroom.

They took lunch at the open-air café aft. When they were done, they wandered up to the Mediterranean deck to watch the Stand and Deliver contest. A large group surrounded the contestants, making it impossible for Candace to see, so Ryan cleared the way for her. As entertainment went on the
Lothario,
this one was pretty tame. There were half a dozen contestants left, and another half dozen had already been eliminated. They stood off to one side, holding the soft rubber cocks they’d been awarded for participation.

Ryan stood behind Candace, one reassuring hand on her shoulder. The crowd had divided into several different camps, some supporting each of the remaining contestants, and one larger group doing their best to distract the contestants, causing them to ‘drop’ out of competition. It was interesting to watch. What turned one person on could wilt another’s ardor.

Candace looked over her shoulder at him and held one hand up to shield her other hand while she pointed to something happening off to their right. Ryan shifted to see what she pointed at. A couple of guys were kissing and fondling each other. Not anything he hadn’t seen before. He glanced at the contestants. One of them turned his eyes to the couple, and Ryan laughed as the guy’s erection withered. “What a wimp,” he whispered in her ear.

“Look again,” Candace threw back.

Ryan glanced over again. One guy on his knees had his mouth wrapped around another guy’s cock. Firm hands grasped his head as his partner pumped his cock in and out vigorously.

“To each his own. Doesn’t do anything for me, but I could watch those women all day long.” Ryan directed her attention to a group of women who were fondling each other. “Now that’s hot.”

“Really? You think so?”

“Most guys do, even the gay ones.” He nodded at the five remaining contestants. “Look. I think the guy on the far end is friends with the two men getting it on, and that guy in the middle is going to lose just so he can leave with the orgy group.”

“There goes another one,” Candace said over her shoulder. The poor guy blushed, but as the crowd applauded his efforts, he raised his trophy above his head and did a dance that had his genitals jiggling. Two female supporters joined him in his celebration. “He doesn’t look too upset over the loss.”

“No. I don’t think he is. He managed to stay up for about forty-five minutes. That’s pretty impressive with a crowd watching.” Ryan leaned in close and nipped her ear before whispering, “I’ll let you time me in private.”

“I don’t know.” She turned and grinned at him. “Why don’t you enter tomorrow’s contest?”

“Not me.” Ryan wrapped his arms around her waist and linked his hands behind her. Her hands came up to caress his biceps. “I’ve given up my exhibitionist ways.” Her laughing eyes, the color of the Caribbean on a sunny day, and her full lips, called him to make a lie of his words. He wanted her, here, now. His body rose to the occasion, but he fought the war and won. Candace deserved better than a public fucking. When, and he meant when, not if, he made love to her, it would be a private thing. He’d reigned in his baser desires, but he needed to kiss her as much as he needed air.

Her lips were still curled into a mischievous smile when he lowered his head and covered them, meeting her smile with one of his own. Candace slid her hands up his arms to his shoulders and wrapped both hands around his nape. The motion brought her sweet body up against his. Her nipples, erect beneath the thin material of her kimono, brushed against his bare chest. She tasted like sunshine, and her body melted like butter to fill every hollow and angle of his.

Ryan forgot about the four remaining contestants as he lost himself in the kiss. He splayed his hands across her ass and pulled her up and into the erection he thought he’d conquered. She groaned low in her throat and broke the kiss, but instead of stepping away, she slid down until her feet were on the deck again, and pressed her forehead against his shoulder. Her breathing matched his, rapid and shallow.

His hands had slid back to the small of her back and he continued to hold her tight against him, his cheek turned to rest on the top of her head. His breathing evened out, and he noticed the competition was over and the crowd had dispersed. One of the contestants, still naked and smiling like a fool, slapped him on the back and held up the winning trophy, a coffee mug with an erect penis for a handle.

“Hey man, thanks. You two are hot! I couldn’t have done it without you.” Ryan groaned and tightened his hold on Candace. Not an exhibitionist. Who was he kidding? He couldn’t keep his hands off the woman, not even in public.

“Congratulations, man.” He willed the guy to move on. After complimenting Ryan on his technique, the guy left to celebrate with the mixed group waiting for him.

“Amazing.” Ryan shook his head and let his hands slide to Candace’s hips in a loose hold.

She dropped her hands to his arms and turned her face up to his. “What’s amazing?”

He chuckled. “Lots of things. The guy still had a hard on when he left. The rules say no enhancements, but sometimes you gotta wonder.”

“What else?”

Ryan looked into her eyes and drowned. He swallowed hard and set her away. “Nothing,” he lied. He wasn’t about to remind her how carried away he’d gotten, groping her in public as if she was a common tramp. “We’d better get a move on if we’re going to make it to the massage class.”

He knew she wasn’t buying it, but she didn’t ask for clarification again, just held out her hand until he linked his into it and they strolled off to the spa on the Acropolis deck. She had to have realized what was going on. They’d been getting it on so hot and heavy, they’d inspired the winning hard-on. Christ he was no better than Richard. For two years he’d practically been the monk Richard teased him about becoming, and now that he’d met someone he thought might be ‘the one’, he’d become a horny teenager, one without any morals. He had to do better, for Candace’s sake. Once she found out his identity, he would have more than enough trouble, but if he lived up to his reputation in the meantime, he would lose her for sure.

Chapter Four

Candace tucked the terry cloth wrap tight before she lay on her back on the massage table. This activity had sounded like a good idea, but now that she knew the whole of it, she wasn’t so sure. A knock came on the door and Ryan entered, followed by Thor, the Norse god, and incredibly, her
masseur
. He was every inch of six feet, blonde, and golden brown all over. The tiny turquoise swimsuit he wore testified to the impressive package between his legs. Candace willed her eyes to look somewhere else, but her eyes continued to stray. God, he was close enough she felt the heat radiating off him, or was that coming off her face?

“Relax, Candace,” he crooned in his thick accent. “I’m going to show Ryan how to make you feel incredible.” Oh God. That was supposed to make her relax? “Then when we are through I will show you how to touch Ryan.”

She nodded and squeaked, “Okay.”

“Now relax. Take a deep breath.” He sucked in air through his nose. His chest swelled and his shoulders lifted. He let the breath out through his mouth, “then let it out slowly.” Candace took a deep breath. It all came out in a rush as Thor took her foot in his hands and pressed his thumb to her instep and rolled it around, and around, and around. “There now, let the tension out.” His voice vibrated through the air and settled over her, calming her more than the sensual massage. Who could have guessed feet were an erogenous zone?

“Now Ryan, you try her other foot.” Ryan lifted her foot and looked to Thor. “Like this, see.” Oh God. Candace closed her eyes and melted into a puddle of goo. She tried not to think about the two gorgeous men making love to the bottoms of her feet. The two of them hit pleasure points she didn’t know she had. Much more and she would never survive the hour. At the very least, she was going to embarrass herself. Her core had turned to liquid. Any minute one of them, or heaven forbid, both of them, would see the evidence of her arousal.

Thor slid one hand around her ankle, up and over her calf, to the back of her knee. He placed her foot on the table and lifted her knee, dragging her sensitized foot across the starched linen. “Like this, Ryan.” Ryan followed Thor’s direction, and soon both her legs were being cradled and massaged. Ryan learned quickly. Candace bit her bottom lip and closed her eyes, trying to hold in the moan rising in her throat.

Inch by inch the men made their way up her legs. Fingers kneaded and smoothed along her thighs. Candace slapped her hand over Thor’s fingers as he slid them up and under the terry wrap. “Relax my sweet. Let us see you. You are wearing the undergarments, aren’t you?”

“Yes, but…”

Thor cut her off. “Then let us make you feel good.” He lifted her hand and placed it palm down on the table beside her hip. “Your Ryan is a natural. After today, he will have the knowledge to bring you great satisfaction.”

The moan escaped her as Thor flipped the wrap open to expose her bushy mound, covered by the scrap of white cloth he’d optimistically called an undergarment. She knew she should sit up and slap him silly, but it felt too good. Ryan’s hands mirrored Thor’s as they gently rolled her thighs open and kneaded the soft flesh there. She tried to block Thor out of her mind and imagine only Ryan’s hands on her. Fingers slid between her folds, protected by the fine silk panty. “Ah, Ryan, you are a lucky man,” Thor said. “See how she responds to your touch?”

Could this get any worse? The silk panty clung to her skin as the fabric pressed into the moisture pooling there. “Put pressure here.” The heel of his hand pressed down over her mound. Thor demonstrated the technique, rolling his hand against her. “Now you try it.”

Thor’s hand left her, taking his heat with him, only to be replaced by Ryan’s hand that burned even hotter. She’d never been more embarrassed in her life, but oh God, it felt good. Ryan’s touch overwhelmed her, reduced her to a mass of raw nerve endings. Thor continued to issue instructions to Ryan. His voice faded away in the sensual haze Candace drifted in. Lost in the incredible warmth and the need building inside her, she moved her hips, lifting against the delicious pressure Ryan created.

Ryan removed his hand and she came crashing back to reality. Thor pressed her hips back to the table. Thor spoke to Ryan as if she wasn’t lying on the table between them. “You are very good at this. It will be much better without the barrier between you.”

“Relax again for me, Candace.” His voice soothed as his fingers slid beneath her wrap where it was tucked together over her breasts. “Let us see your beautiful breasts. I will show Ryan how to touch you there as well.” The wrap parted and fell over her arms. Instinctively, she jerked her hands to try to cover herself, but Thor anticipated her and smoothed her hands back to the table before he continued down her legs, easing her thighs back together. His hands continued all the way to her ankles. He caressed her feet before returning to her torso. “There, sweet. You are beautiful. Ryan is a lucky man.”

Thor spread his hands over her stomach and hips, kneaded his way up to her waist and over her ribs, to press up and under her breasts. “Like this, Ryan. A woman is very sensitive here.” He lifted one breast and traced his index finger along the underside. She’d never known how sensitive her skin was there, couldn’t have imagined the current that seared her when Ryan repeated the motion on her other breast. Her back arched into his touch. She squeezed her eyes and lips tight to contain the moan working its way up her throat.

A soft voice, Thor’s, told her to relax, as a hand pressed against her rib cage. She let out her trapped breath and sank against the table. Thor removed his hand, but Ryan continued to touch her, holding her breast in his palm, and stroking his thumb along the bottom edge. It felt so good. No one had ever touched her with so much reverence, as if her pleasure was his as well.

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