Page 57 of Viral Affair

“I’m trying hard to stay calm, but this is a huge surprise and I feel a little overwhelmed. So where are we sailing then?” I asked, telling myself to keep breathing. Laura was having the best sex of her life in paradise while I was just about to sail to God knew where with the man of my dreams. Maybe Rupert was going to deliver on all his promises after all.

“Baby, I don’t want to spoil anything, but it will be somewhere very special,” he replied, taking me into his arms, the warmth of his body infusing with all my senses. “This is what’s going to happen today. We’ll go downstairs, have a delicious breakfast once we get out of the port, and then I’ll take you to my master bedroom and lock the door, so I can proceed to fuck you so hard that when we leave, Suzanne won’t be able to look you in the eye after hearing you come multiple times.”

My breath hitched in my throat, and my nipples hardened to pebbles as he pressed himself to my body. I parted my lips and swallowed hard as I vibrated with arousal when his erection probed my front.

His mouth was so close to mine, I wanted to lean in and kiss him, but he made the move first. Fisting my hair, he leaned over and devoured my mouth with a kiss that weakened my legs. The need was palpitating from him as he took me in, pushing into my mouth, devouring me like a man who hasn’t eaten in years.

By the time we walked downstairs, I was too excited to think about anything else other than riding him all day long. The Dreamer had two large bedrooms, an enormous deck, and a few other cabins for Rupert’s staff. This yacht was a dream come true, and I could hardly believe he owned it.

“Rupert, this all looks so delicious, and I’m starving,” I said after finally being able to get my heart to stop racing.

“Suzanne is an exceptional chef. We’ve stocked up for a few days and you’ll love everything she’ll cook for us,” he said, popping a large piece of pancake into his mouth.

I had a feeling he was going to prolong this breakfast just so he could drive me crazy with need. His eyes had that mad gleam in them. I was starving, but two could play this game.

“I can tell. All right, let’s get started,” I said, giving him my sweetest smile, then picked up a glass and went to the bar to get some ice, swaying my hips from side to side, maybe a little more over-exaggerated than normal. I got on my tiptoes and filled the glass with several cubes for my coffee. When I turned around, Rupert was staring at me with such intensity that his gaze burned through my core.

I sat and took a plate, then put a lot of yummy food on it, pretty much aware Rupert was still looking at me, so I gave him an even brighter smile.

“Aren’t you hungry?” I asked, innocently picking out an ice cube from my glass and sucking on it, making sure he saw the way my tongue wrapped around it when it first entered my mouth. It was fine if he wanted to play this game, but today, I wasn’t losing.

As I predicted, Rupert’s eyes went wide, and he shifted on his chair. His hand reached under the table and I knew he had to be readjusting himself. I silently screamed with joy.

“I’m hungry for something else entirely,” he growled, loading fruit onto his own plate.

“Really? Oh well, I suppose you have to wait now, and I’m planning to take my time,” I said when the ice cube accidentally slipped into my cleavage. I laughed and dived in with my hand to pick it up. The melting water dripped all over my hands, and when I sucked on the ice again, Rupert let go of a low growl.

He looked rather tense. I glanced at him, swirling my tongue over the cold surface of the cube, then I crunched it with my teeth, holding his gaze.

“I know exactly what you’re doing, sunshine,” he muttered, unceremoniously shoving bacon into his mouth.

I squeezed my legs together. My panties were soaked with pools of my arousal, and this morning I’d chosen not to wear a bra, so my nipples felt extra sensitive, standing upright in attention.

“I have no idea what you are talking about. I’m enjoying my breakfast,” I said innocently, eating the pancakes first.

We ate in silence for a while. Then I picked up a spoon and licked the Greek yoghurt off it, moaning because it tasted delicious. Rupert dropped his fork on the table while I poured some maple syrup on my yoghurt. I dipped my finger in it. When I licked it, a few drops of syrup dripped down my chin and chest. I was just about to rub it off when Rupert grabbed my hand and put two of my fingers in his mouth. His gaze penetrating, he continued to suck them while I melted on the chair.

“I’m only seconds away from spreading you on this table and fucking you until your greedy cunt’s swollen, my sperm dripping from it down to your thighs, so I dare you to keep teasing me like that,” he said, squeezing my wrist painfully hard.

My whole being vibrated with overwhelming tension. My skin burned as I stared at him, telling myself to keep going because he was the one who’d started this in the first place. He finally let go of my hand.

Maybe I was playing with fire, but I hated him having all the control over this situation. Suzanne could come in here any second, but at that point, I was too wound up to stop, so I dropped one strap of my dress. Then I pushed my dress down, so one of my breasts was fully exposed. Rupert stiffened, his jaw like granite, his eyes filled with fire as I watched him. I took another ice cube and rubbed it over my hardened nipple, closing my eyes and imagining his mouth on it.Fuck, this was great. Knowing that I was driving him mad and also playing with myself in front of him was building a sensation in me.

“Oh, this feels so good, but I wish you could suck it for me,” I whispered, and that did it for him.

A split second later, he plucked me off the chair and dragged me towards the cabin.

Veronica one, Rupert zero.

Chapter Thirty

Rupert

I dragged her into the master bedroom and locked the door. I’d been picturing and replaying this moment in my head over and over for the past few weeks. Now that we were finally alone, I could claim her, worship her in the way she deserved.

“Two years of torment, Veronica, weeks of walking around with blue balls from wanting to fuck you, and months of picturing you spread out on my bed, dripping and ready for my cock. You have no idea how absolutely mad and angry I am right now,” I growled, tossing her on the bed.

Her red hair was untidy, sticking out just the way I liked it. I wanted to smudge her lipstick that she always applied so perfectly for me. I wanted to mess it around with my mouth while I devoured her lips.

---