Page 95 of Loving the Legend
Damn…I don’t even smoke, but this is so swank I want to fire up a cigar and kick my feet up.
I turn to Sid—the heat of his gaze beckoning me. “It’s official, you made it.”
He lets out a breathy chuckle. “You like it?”
I scoff. “I can’t believe you’re humble about this. There’s a lifetime’s worth of bragging rights here.”
He grins. “C’mon, more to see.”
I follow him past a pillar separating the living room from a formal dining area with a long, polished wooden table and at least a dozen chairs. The detailing on the wall is exquisite. It reminds me of liquid gunmetal, and I can’t resist tracing my fingers along it.
“An Italian company modeled the design after naval vessels. The hull, decking, and superstructure are all made of aluminum. There are five staterooms—”
“Sorry, my yacht vernacular is rusty. Stateroom?”
He chuckles and pulls me against his chest. “My bad. It’s like a cabin or hotel room.” He brushes a kiss against my neck. “Let’s get you oriented. Straight ahead to the left is the galley kitchen and crew quarters. Straight ahead to the right is our suite.” He taps on the wall to the right of us, and a door opens. “This is one of the day heads—bathrooms—equipped with a toilet, vanity, and bidet.” I whistle, taking in the brass finishes. He spins us around so that we’re facing a spiral staircase. “Downstairs are four guest rooms, two of which are VIP. Upstairs is the sky lounge, captain’s bridge and quarters, and AFT deck—basically the rear of the yacht. The glass side door here”—he points to the door near the dining room—“leads to the front of the yacht—the bow. There are sun pads and wrap-around seating. I’ll give you a proper tour, but first—”
“I want to see our bedroom.” I pull him in the direction that he pointed to.
“Not that one,” he says as I turn a doorknob. “That’s a laundry room.”
“This place has a laundry room!”
“Yeah, one here and one in the crew quarters. This way to our room.” Double doors open into a spacious room with a massive bed. I pause and remove my shoes, and he follows suit.
“Silk sheets?” I ask, quirking my eyebrow.
“Regulates the temperature,” he says. “Smirk now, but wait until I have you laid out across them. I’ll have to drag you out of bed.”
My dick perks up at the thought. The room has massive windows, a flat-screen TV mounted to the wall, and an armchair and desk. I nod towards the staircase. “What’s down there?”
“Our bathroom,” he replies. “There’s an infrared sauna.”
I grin. Of course, there is. I check out the walk-in closet to the left and zero in on two plush robes. I rub my face against one and moan.
“You said it’s just us tonight, right? No captain or crew?”
He nods.
“Hold this,” I hand him the water bottle, then strip out of my clothes, but before I can reach for the robe, his muscular arm wraps around my waist, pressing my back against his chest. His tongue stripes across my neck.
“Mmm,” I moan as he sucks on my hickey.
Reaching around, he strokes my growing erection. “Turn around,” he orders, voice rough and low.
I turn and groan as he licks into my mouth. I suck on his tongue and try to climb up his body, but I only get one leg hooked around him. As I lean against the wall for support, he lowers to his knees in one fluid motion. I hiss when he laps upmy pre-cum. Rocking my hips, I plunge myself into his mouth. My knees tremble from the warm slide and suction.
“Sometimes I can’t believe that you’re mine,” I whisper as I trace his sexy lips stretched taut around me.
“Hmm?” His tongue trails down to my balls, making my legs tremble.
“The thirst—Christ—s’good”—I palm the back of his head as he sucks me down—“at the club—ngh, fuuuck.” My toes curl as he pops off, spits on my dick, and licks across my slit before sucking it back down. I trace his gorgeous cheekbones. “Why me?”
He freezes, then pulls off my cock and stares up at me, eyebrows pinched. “What?”
I replay my words and wince. “Shh,” I whisper.
“Baby.”
