Page 51 of The Second Chance in the Mediterranean
Surprise swept across his face, and then delight. “Oh yes, ma’am.” He stepped up into the captain’s chair and settled back. Patting his lap, he asked, “Are you going to join me?”
I stood in front of him, shook my head slowly, and dropped to my knees.
Sucking a deep breath in, Seb stared at me, wide-eyed. “Holy shit. This is the biggest fantasy I didn’t know I had.”
He tried to help me unzip his shorts, but I swatted him away. His dick was hardening, his chest starting to heave in anticipation. I pulled him out and enjoyed the feel of him on my palm, hard and heavy. I placed a kiss on the tip, then moved my way down his dick, gliding my lips gently along his soft skin.
Resting my head on his lap, I gripped him with my fist, sliding a thumb up and down the head as he leaked.
“Oh God, Marce,” he groaned. His knees spread a little wider and he squirmed in his seat.
I kissed my way back up and licked the tip before wrapping my lips around the head. I looked up at Seb as he threw his head back and closed his eyes. I worked his length deeper, using one hand to massage his base while the other crept up his shirt, where his muscles flexed and rolled.
“Marce, I’m coming....” He grunted. I didn’t pull back, but kept working him like he did for me when I was the one coming.
I waited for his breathing to calm, his heart rate to even out under my palm, before pulling back completely. When I sat back to stand up, Seb pulled me toward him and I fell against him in the chair. He plunged into a deep kiss, gently tugging my hair but forcefully slipping his tongue inside.
After a few heavy minutes, he eased back and twisted me into his side.
“That was a fucking dream come true.”
I giggled as he ran a hand through his hair.
“I’m serious, Marce, a blow job in the captain’s chair of a yacht—they make porn about that. But mostly, that’s just what I’d love to have happen.” He pressed a kiss to my lips again. “Thank you.”
I leaned against him, pleased that I’d found a way, at least sexually, to show Seb how much he meant to me.
Twenty-Four
“We should go into town today,”Seb said while he ate breakfast leaning against the galley counter.
“Who’s ‘we’?” Roy asked.
Seb gestured with his spoon. “The three of us.”
Roy wrinkled his nose. “What, and I’d be your third wheel? No, thank you.”
To be fair to Roy, since he was the only person on the ship who knew about us, he tended to get stuck watching us act like a couple.
“I’d rather,” he continued, “let you two go off by yourself. I like having the room to myself. I can get Dwayne out.”
I paused my dicing to look at Roy quizzically. “Who’s Dwayne?”
Seb groaned, and Roy grinned. “My battery-operated boyfriend. He’s getting a lot more attention now that Seb’s gone so much.”
“Moving on.” Seb waved away Roy’s laugh. “What do you say, Marce? Lunch and some time exploring?”
“I think a few other people are going to town today.”
He shrugged while putting his dishes in the sink. “It’s a big enough town. I’m sure we won’t run into anyone.”
“Yeah?”
Seb slid behind me, pressing a kiss to the nape of my neck. “Mm-hmm.” I scraped the onion I was dicing into a bowl and put my knife down, turning in Seb’s hold to loop my arms around his neck.
A towel flew across the room and landed on our heads. “For God’s sake,” came Roy’s disgruntled voice. “Get the hell out of here.”
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