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Gemma cried out, her pussy clenching around me in rhythmic pulses as her orgasm hit. The sensation was too much—her tightheat, the plug in my ass, Brian's commanding voice in my ear. I came with a shout that I muffled against Gemma's shoulder, my cock pulsing inside her as pleasure ripped through me with shattering intensity.
Through the haze of my release, I felt Brian fumbling with his own clothes, heard the rasp of his zipper. His hand left the plug to wrap around his own cock, stroking hard and fast. When he came, it was with a low, controlled groan, his release spattering hot and wet across my exposed ass and the base of the plug.
Chapter 14
Gemma
The Amalthea
The sheets were a disaster around us, and I could smell salt and sex and something distinctly masculine that made my pulse quicken despite my exhaustion.
The men were insatiable, and I was pleasantly exhausted despite never leaving the ship. We’d skipped a tour of Rome in favor of languishing in bed, fucking the day away, and I was perfectly content with that decision.
Enzo's hand traced lazy patterns across my back, his touch warm and soothing in the afternoon light that filtered through the suite's massive windows. His fingers followed the curve of my spine with artistic precision, like he was memorizing the geography of my body. Every few seconds, he'd press a soft kiss to my shoulder blade, and I'd feel the smile against my skin.
"Well," he said, his voice rough with satisfaction. "We're going to have to find a pharmacy at the next stop and buy stock in condoms. I'm pretty sure we went through half a box today."
I felt Brian's chest rumble with quiet laughter beneath my ear. "Always good to be prepared," he said, his voice carrying that familiar note of practicality that made me want to do wonderfully impractical things to him.
"Though," Enzo continued, his hand stilling on my back, "If we're going to keep doing this, maybe we could skip the latex? I mean, I've been tested since the last time I was with anyone else. Clean bill of health and all that."
The change in Brian was immediate and stark. His fingers stopped their gentle stroking through my hair, his entire body going rigid beneath me. I lifted my head to look at him, noting the way his jaw had tightened, the careful blankness that had settled over his features.
"No," he said, his voice flat and final. "We use condoms."
The words hit the air like a slammed . I could feel the shift in the room's energy, the way Enzo's touch became more tentative, uncertain. Brian's blue eyes were fixed on the ceiling, refusing to meet either of our gazes.
"Brian," I said carefully, my analytical mind already working through the implications. "Is this just about safety? Or is there something more?"
He was quiet for so long I thought he might not answer. When he finally spoke, his voice was strained, like the words were being dragged from some deep place he'd rather leave undisturbed.
"I don't do serious relationships," he said. "And I have a lot of sex with a lot of partners. So I always use condoms, no matter what."
“How much sex?” Enzo asked, waggling his eyebrows. “How many partners?”
Brian huffed out a breath and pulled up his phone, swiped open an app, then handed it to Enzo. Enzo’s eyes widened as he scrolled through what appeared to be an endless list of people on a hookup app.
Enzo chuckled. “Damn, Brian. This is a lot. No wonder you’re so good at all the sex stuff.”
Enzo’s tone was teasing, but Brian’s face immediately closed off. “Yep.”
"I would have thought you were the serious relationship type," I said, keeping my voice gentle. "You're responsible, caring, protective. You seem built for commitment. For love."
Brian's laugh was bitter, unlike his usual warm chuckle. "That doesn’t work for me. I can’t…” He trailed off and said nothing.
Enzo pushed himself up on his elbow, his dark eyes focused on Brian's face with growing concern. "What do you mean?"
Brian didn’t say anything, staring off out the window, and I leaned in, rubbing his shoulder. “Brian, we didn’t mean to upset you.”
“It’s fine. It’s just something you should know about me before we go further, that’s all. I’m not good at monogamy.”
I got the feeling it wasn’t all, and met Enzo’s eyes across the bed. Enzo chewed on his bottom lip. “Is it because you have a high sex drive?”
“More than a high sex drive,” Brian whispered, his voice cracking, and when he looked at me, his eyes were wide and full of hurt. “I can’t… I can’t risk hurting someone. Not the way my dad did.”
Enzo bit his lip. “I know your dad cheated, but you’re nothing like him, okay? You do so much for everyone around you. You care so deeply that you went on this cruise, just because I thought it’d be fun. Just because Gemma needed cheering up.”
“Friendship is fine. But romance… it’s tough for me.”
