Blade’s breath sucked in so deep, he thought it came out the head of his cock when Lacinda’s tongue flicked over the slit in the middle of it. She rolled her tongue around the rim and his body went rigid. His knees trembled. He fought the urge to plunge it deep into her mouth.
Lacinda dropped down from the edge of the bed onto the floor with his cock still in her mouth. She turned his body and shoved his backside against the bed. Her palms ran up his thighs, sending sparks through every nerve leading to the head of his erection. Blade’s balls tightened, and then Lacinda’s fingers wrapped around them, squeezing gently.
Blade couldn’t hold back a moan of pleasure. It seemed to ignite Lacinda. She wrapped her fingers around the base of his cock and slid her other hand around his ass.
“Oh, God, Lacinda, you can’t do this. I won’t be able to stop.”
She lapped his shaft with her tongue while squeezing and releasing her fingers around the base. Then she took all of him into her mouth, rolling her tongue around his cock and sucking, squeezing, while pulling it in and out across her lips.
Blade thrust himself into her mouth. His control shot, his ejaculate gathered, and his cock convulsed. He groaned in release. Lacinda suckled him dry, licking him clean. He pushed her away slowly because she wouldn’t let go of him.
“Lacinda, you must stop now.”
Her lips were swollen and red. She ran her tongue over them. Blade’s cock twitched with the sight of her wicked tongue.
“God, girl, you could give lessons on how to pleasure a man.”
“You liked it?”
She looked so vulnerable there on the floor. Her gown had dropped down around her knees and made Blade want to wrap his arms protectively around her.
“I loved it. What shall I do for you in return?”
Blade picked Lacinda up. Her grown dropped off and settled on the floor. He sat her on the edge of the bed. He lost himself in the depth of her eyes and kissed her, exploring, tasting himself on her lips and tongue.
He rolled her nipple between his finger and thumb, his other hand trailed down her belly to the center of her folds. She gasped and arched her back, opening her thighs. Blade gently laid her back, pulling her ankles down the side of the bed and settling her butt at the very edge. He sank to his knees and with his palms splayed her thighs wide. Her sweet musky scent attracted him like a wild animal to its mate. Her thighs trembled. He didn’t know if it was in anticipation, but he would give her the same kind of sensual pleasure she’d given him.
Blade pulled her swollen folds apart and ran his tongue from her apex to her center. He played his tongue around her center, dipping the tip in and out. He flattened it against the middle of her folds and lapped. Found her clit near the apex and circled it, sucking it into his mouth.
Lacinda thrust her hips, pressing herself against his mouth. Moans escaped her lips on sighs of air. Her hands bunched knots in his coverlet. Blade continued flicking his tongue over her swollen clit.
He pushed his forefinger deep into her center. Warm and slippery, her sheath closed around his finger. Then he stretched her further adding his middle finger.
“Hard-on man, he was you.” She sat up and gazed down at him.
Blade didn’t understand.
“It was your fingers inside me at the pool, wasn’t it? I’m glad it was you.” Her words ended in a whisper. He realized she’d never looked at him earlier, by the pool. Blade rose and claimed her lips, then gently pushed her down on the bed. He dropped back into position, determined in his mission of passion.
Lacinda’s breathing became raspy and thick, her moans airy. She worked her hips against Blade’s tongue and fingers. Her sheath tightened, and her body went rigid for a split second before her inner muscles convulsed around his fingers. Her juices glazed his face. Her whole body shuddered, shaking the mattress pressed against Blade’s chest. Her butt rose off the bed, suspended. Blade’s fingers came out of her with a slick pop. He sunk them back inside and his thumb pressed against her clit.
She screamed into her hand, like she had before. Her passage convulsed with aftershocks around Blade’s fingers, but the rest of her body lay dead to the world. She had passed out.
Chapter Seven
Lacinda
Lacinda woke with twilight coming in through the cracks around the blinds. She sat up, realizing she was naked and alone in bed. Her mouth was dry, her lips swollen, making her conscious of parts much lower that were also swollen and tingling. She reached for the light on the nightstand and clicked it on, her light, her nightstand. Somehow, she’d made it back into her own quarters, her own bed. She read the timestamp on the phone as 5:30 a.m.
A rush of her passionate evening flooded her. Heat blazed across her face and down her middle. Her belly swam with it. What the hell was happening to her and how could she enjoy it so much?
She didn’t do drugs, but maybe they were the source of her new found lack of inhibition. Someone could have slipped her a mickey…was that what they were called? Or a roofy?
Her reflection in the mirror startled her. Would she ever get used to that huge mirror capturing her every move. The dim lighting gave her a sexy look. Her nipples stood out like tiny rose buds. Her full lips looked used, but not abused. She recalled the Captain’s body trembling at her touch. His deep throaty groan when he came inside her mouth. She had pleasured a man and a man had pleasured her. She had an orgasm, actually two, something which never happened before boarding the ship and something she’d never admitted to anyone, not even Avery.
Her limo driver, her steward, and her Captain, who was he truly? She realized she didn’t even know his name.
“What a tramp! I part my thighs and shove myself at him without knowing a thing about him, not even his name.” Lacinda stopped talking at the mirror and shuffled into the bathroom. Besides her kidneys needing some relief, she desperately wanted a shower to wash away the lustful scent of her body.
She scrubbed her skin raw until the water ran cold. Tears flowed down her cheeks while she washed. She wiped them away and patted her body dry with a towel hanging near the shower curtain. She wrapped it around her and then completed her morning ritual of brushing teeth, combing and scrunching hair, and applying a little mascara.
Morning light slithered around the blinds in her main room. She opened them and saw the deep blue waters beyond. How could she start over once she’d dropped herself into this level of behavior, acting like a complete bitch in heat? Maybe she should consider leaving the cruise at the next port. Only, did this cruise even stop at ports?
She avoided looking in the direction of the mirror and pawed through her drawer for more conservative clothing. When she’d thrown her stuff into the drawers, she hadn’t realized nothing she’d packed was there. Avery must have repacked her suitcases.
Lacinda shoved the drawer closed and fell across the bed. She sobbed her shame into the pillow and rocked her body until sleep released her.
Tap…tap…tap.
Lacinda came awake so fast she rolled off the edge of the bed and her butt hit the floor like a bag of dirt. The tuck in her towel popped apart and it sank into a terrycloth hill around her. Her head still fogged from sleep.
Tap…tap…tap. “Miss Gainesly, it’s time for your massage.”
Lacinda peered up at the timestamp. It was 10:00 a.m. Damn. She’d forgotten about the appointment. She snapped the towel back around her body.
Tap…tap…tap. “Miss Gainesly, are you there?”
She recognized his voice and sat back against the bed. Maybe he’d just leave.
Lacinda heard the plastic key slide through the lock and the door opened. She must not have thrown the deadbolt, but then she didn’t recall much about how she came to her bed last night, which was becoming a habit.
The captain walked in wearing baggy white cotton pants and a matching shirt. He stood barefoot, carrying a folded table. His dark blues connected with hers. She couldn’t pull away from his eyes, nor could she stop the steady stream of heat fluttering inside her belly.
“I see you’re ready.” He unfolded the table in the middle of her room. Once completely opened, Lacinda understood it must be the cot she would lay upon. She’d never had a massage, just read about them, or heard about them from others.
Again the mirror stung her back into her reality. She dropped her gaze toward the floor so she wouldn’t have to look at herself.
She turned away from the damn mirror, but not away from him. She needed a few answers.
“Now you’re a masseuse. Aren’t you the big man-about-town,” Lacinda couldn’t keep sarcasm from her tone. Someone had to be at fault for her shame. He seemed the logical source, after all every incident involved him. But then, thinking of him last night, how his body trembled at her touch, and hers begged for his, it was hard to stay angry and easy to stay confused. Moisture gathered at her center, heating with desire.
“For some reason I keep waking up in bed, some memories come back and some don’t, more like a drug haze. Although, I’ve never done drugs, so not sure, but I am sure I haven’t drank enough alcohol to make me pass out. What do you know about this?”
Her masseuse moved closer. His hand cupped her chin and raised it so she looked into his midnight blues. Her sex instantly clenched and she bit her lip, holding herself rigid. He couldn’t touch her without making shameful consequences for her. It wasn’t right. It wasn’t fair. He must have women falling at his feet all the time, especially if he drugged them. She wasn’t going to be another of his many…or maybe she’d already dropped into that kind of count for him.
“I don’t want a massage. I’m cancelling my appointment. Please leave.”
When his fingertips dropped away from her chin, she swore something severed between them…and it hurt inside. He backed away.
“Oh. Well. Okay then. Can I change your mind by offering a foot massage only?”
“I want nothing from you.” Lacinda came across so final, so abrupt, but she knew he needed to leave before she did something foolish, like drop her towel off her naked body.
“Gotcha.” He folded the table, setting it near the door. Lacinda watched him take an envelope out of one of the huge square pockets at the bottom of his baggy shirt.
“I almost forgot this. I should have given you this last night, but you…”
Lacinda grabbed it out of his hand before he finished.
“Thank you.”
She moved back near her bed, away from his musky male scent and its lure over her body. He opened the door, turned, and stood in the doorway.
“I hope to see you later today. If I can be of service in any way—”
“I believe you’ve serviced me enough,” Lacinda interrupted. She rushed forward and closed the door with a shove. She ignored the mirror and opened the envelope.
Congratulations Miss Gainesly,
We are proud to announce that you’re the female grand prize winner of the One Plus One Equals Fun Cruise. You will be dropped on a tropical island beach Sunday afternoon at 3:00 p.m., April 4th, and will reside there in a custom-built beach cottage until April 22nd.
The male grand prize winner, who was selected as most compatible for you through the questionnaire, will be joining you.
We hope you enjoy the rest of your stay on board. We’ll pack your luggage and have it delivered to the cottage later in the day. Please be on Lower Deck D, Gate 3, promptly at 3:00 p.m. to board the island transport ferry.
If you have any questions or concerns, please contact the captain or your steward.
Sincerely,
One Plus One Equals Fun Cruise Director
Mazie Blume
Lacinda’s mouth dropped open and her heart sped into double time.
Mazie is the director of the cruise?
Today is April fourth! Lacinda quickly dressed in the most conservative shorts and tank top she could find, which were still too tight and revealing. She’d kill Avery the next time she saw her. She left her room on a mission to find Mazie and have a little chat.
It took combing through every deck twice before she finally came across Travis.
“Hey, Travis, do you know where I can find Mazie?”
“Wow, I haven’t seen her since last night. I can radio around for her if you want.” Travis didn’t wait for her answer. He pulled out something from his back pocket that looked like a cellphone and pushed a button.
“Hey, Mazie? Miss Gainesly would like to see you. Oh. Okay. Sure. I’ll let her know.”
Apparently, Mazie’s side of the conversation went into an ear pod set in Travis’ right ear. Lacinda hadn’t seen the little ear apparatus before today. He slipped the small radio back inside his pocket.
“She’s actually expecting you. Congratulations on being the big prize winner. Mazie’s talking with the male winner right now. She asked that I escort you to her quarters.”
A shiver ran down Lacinda’s spine at the thought of meeting the male winner. Her first thought after reading the announcement had been to refuse the island stay. Who in their right mind would get off a cruise ship and stay with someone they’d never met? Maybe Avery would, and definitely Mazie, but Lacinda couldn’t, could she?
Lacinda climbed into an elevator with Travis and watched him push a blue button she hadn’t noticed before. It didn’t have a floor number next to it. When the elevator stopped, he entered a series of numbers on a keypad and the doors whooshed opened.
Mazie rushed in and threw her arms around Lacinda.
“Come inside, I have so much to tell you.” Mazie’s right arm glided down Lacinda, settling around her waist. Mazie led her through a large living room to a glass wall with a great ocean view.
“There’s the island. Can you see it? We’re only a couple hours away from where you’ll be staying. On your own tropical island with the man you most desire. Are you excited?” Mazie gave her a quick squeeze.
She didn’t wait for Lacinda’s answer. Instead she walked over to a glass table where two fruit filled glasses set. Mazie tipped an opened bottle of red wine, splashing its contents over the fruit.