Page 16 of Wicked Waters

Brushing my lips over his, I cut off his question. “Please, Ro.”

He huffed out a sound against my mouth that sounded like a growl, but then he kissed me again. “Okay. No more questions. Not tonight. I don’t believe you, but I’ve got a much better idea for your mouth.” Taking my hand, he slid it onto the impressive bulge in his jeans. “Have you ever given a blow job on a boat?”

I eyed him from beneath my lashes. Fuck. I was already so wet for him. He affected me like no one else ever had, and I wasn’t sure if I wanted him to know the extent of the effect that he had on me.

I chose my words carefully. “Not until now.” Licking my lips as I palmed his erection, I was rewarded with a groan. Then I slipped off him to kneel on the floor.

He opened his jeans, revealing his thick, hard length.

“You’re so big,” I whispered, and he smirked down at me. There was something more in his gaze, though. Something that I wanted to take advantage of. He could act like this was nothing, like I was just another mouth, another body to satisfy him, but we both knew the truth.

“You like what you see, huh?” He swallowed hard, trying to sound casual, steadying me with his legs on either side of me as I gripped the bottom of his erection, not wanting him to go too deep while we were on a rocking boat.

Instead of replying, I leaned forwards to place a kiss to the head of his cock, followed by a long, slow lick. One of his hands came down to grip my hair while I licked around the head again, then down his shaft.

“Fuck. Your mouth. Stop teasing me and suck me.” His voice was hoarse, and his legs tensed on either side of me.

Lowering my head farther, I took him into my mouth, down until I reached the place where my hand was gripping him. Getting into a rhythm, I sucked him up and down in tandem with the movement of my hand, swirling my tongue, getting him wet and messy until he was panting above me and groaning out my name.

“Fuck. Fuck. Quinn. Fuck. Baby. I’m?—”

His hips stuttered, and he pulsed in my mouth, his release hitting the back of my throat. I swallowed him down, as much as I could, his cum spilling out of the corner of my mouth as I raised my head.

For a minute, he just stared down at me, breathing hard, and then he cupped my jaw, his thumb rubbing across the side of my mouth. “Open.”

I opened, and he slid his thumb inside. As I sucked lightly, he stroked through my hair with his free hand. He didn’t say anything more, but a smile curved over his lips. It lit me up from the inside and brought a lump to my throat because that was his proper smile. The smile he used to give me.

While he was doing up his jeans, I took a minute to compose myself, swallowing down the emotions I couldn’t allow myself to feel. When I straightened up, he lifted me onto him again and gently tugged my bottom lip between his teeth.

“I think it’s time I returned the favour.”

Just as he spoke, I felt the first drops of rain. My release was forgotten as we both scrambled to get under the tiny hardtop at the front of the boat while we were pelted by the rain. It was little more than a sunshade and barely provided any shelter, especially with the way the wind was picking up and driving the rain sideways.

I began to shiver. Why had I worn this stupidly thin hoodie?

Roman wrapped me in his arms, but as the rain started coming down harder, I knew that we’d both be cold and soaking before long.

Raising his head, he looked towards the back of the boat. “The island doesn’t look too far away,” he said slowly. “I think I can make it.”

“What?” There was no disguising the horror in my voice. “You can’t seriously be thinking about swimming it!”

“I’m a strong swimmer. I can make it.” He nodded decisively before releasing me to rip off his T-shirt and tug down his jeans.

“But—but look! Look how far away we are from it. I can barely even see it. What if there are rocks? Or sharks? And it’s pitch black and raining! What if you get disoriented? You could die, Roman.” Panic was clawing at me as all the ways that it could go horribly wrong hit me at once. “Please, please don’t do this.”

A sob tore from my throat, and I began to shake. Roman glanced towards the island, then back at me, and gave a heavy sigh. He stepped forwards and hugged me to him, rubbing his hands up and down my arms. “I have to. We can’t stay out here all night, not like this. You’ll get hypothermia, and so will I. There’s no proper shelter on this boat.” Tugging me into a corner of the boat, he directed me to sit down on the floor where the seats were providing some protection.

“Put my T-shirt on under your hoodie, and stay as dry as you can,” he instructed. “I promise you I can make it, okay?”

Before I could reply, he made a run for the back of the boat and dived into the deep, dark water.

“Roman!” My scream was carried away in the night as I desperately scanned the waves for any sign of him.

All I could see was darkness.

He was gone.

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