Page 37 of Overachiever
Owen’s lips on my neck wake me, and I run my hand up the back of his head, threading his soft hair through my fingers. “Mmm. Good morning.”
“It’s going to be.”
“Are you sure the door’s locked?” I tease while his hands roam my body, lighting it up. The only response I get is a hum and his hands sliding my underwear off. He pulls me against him, my back to his chest, and his cock prods between my legs.
I’ve been awake thirty seconds and I can’t wait to get him inside me. How does he do this to me? His phone buzzes on the nightstand. Mine follows suit when he ignores his. “Friends are waiting on us,” I point out.
His hands reach between us to put on a condom. “Just need one little thing first. Won’t take long, I promise. But it’s important.”
True to his word, it doesn’t take long before I’m shuddering through an orgasm and he’s groaning into my ear with his own release. There’s no better way to wake up.
The feel of his lips and hands on me is still on my mind hours later, when Serena, Zara, and I board the day cruise.
The yacht is even more impressive than it was in the brochure, and while there are around thirty other passengers taking the cruise, there’s more than enough space. At least half of the passengers gather in the air conditioned cabin where the bar is located, but we grab our drinks and find a spot on the deck.
It’s a gorgeous day, sunny with puffy clouds scattered across the sky. The ocean is somewhat calm, rocking the boat in a manner that’s not unpleasant. The shore fades from view, and we take a seat in a row of loungers.
It’s quiet for a few moments while we take it all in until Serena breaks the silence with one of the last things I expected to hear. “Did you do anal with Owen?”
Zara nearly spits out her drink.
“What? No. Why are you asking that?”
Serena shrugs and sits back, adjusting her bikini top. “I’ve never done it and I’ve been considering giving it a try.”
Zara shakes her head. “I tried once. Once. Never again. Hurt like hell.”
“Maybe he didn’t do it right,” I suggest, thinking of how it felt when Owen put the plug in.
“You have done it!” Serena accuses.
“No, I only tried the…you know…plug, but if anal always hurts that badly why would anyone do it?”
“Good point.” Serena sips her drink. “Did the plug hurt?”
“No, not at all.”
“Did it feel good?” My face heats, and I hesitate. Serena’s the most sexually open person I know and that’s not a bad thing, but sometimes things get personal fast.
“Yeah, odd but good.”
“I still can’t believe you two are together,” Zara says. “Didn’t see that coming.”
“Owen’s a sweet guy. I imagine with all that frantic energy he can fuck you ragged too,” Serena says. “I can see why you’re with him.”
“I’m not…we’re just sleeping together. It’s just a sex thing for the summer. A fling.” I’m not fond of the shared glance between Serena and Zara that implies they know differently.
“Does he know that?”
“Of course. Now, new subject. Tell me what I’ve been missing at home.”
Before Serena can answer, a smile bursts across Zara’s face, and she leaps to her feet. “Dolphins! Look!”
We follow her to the railing to look out on the clear blue water. Sure enough, a pod of dolphins swim just behind the boat. They dart around, playing in the wake, and a few other passengers join us to watch them frolic in the waves.
A young guy leans over the railing next to me and his sunglasses slip off his head, falling into the water. “Oh shit!” he curses.
One of the dolphins gets underneath them and keeps them from sinking. There’s no getting them back, but the dolphins have a new toy, and we both glance at each other, laughing when they start tossing them around.
