50 Waves of Passion - the Complete Series: Box Set (10 page)

His thumb slid across the top, spreading the oil so that it helped to lubricate that flesh. Kevin gasped and writhed and his tongue found Brent’s nipples again. The sight of his head at her chest made another small drop of fluid rise and spill form his cock.

Kevin’s hands went to his cock and he pulled gently, making Brent’s hips rise high in the air. His toes curled as Kevin inched lower, his tongue finding the slick flesh of the head and then licking it, wetting it so that when his fist rose and squeezed again it slid easily back down. Kevin’s clever tongue followed his fist downward and his lips tightened around Brent’s dick. The pressure was delicious, the fact that it was Kevin doing it even more so.

His body arched and writhed and Kevin sucked his dick, moving slowly at first and then beginning to speed up as Brent moaned in desperation.

Kevin asked, “Do you want to try the rest of it?”

Brent did not have to ask what that meant. “Yes, “he gasped out. “Yes, I do.”

Kevin reached into the bedside table. The wetness left behind by his mouth made his cock tremble. Kevin pulled out condoms and lube. He carefully placed the condom on his own trembling member and then he lowered his mouth to Brent’s cock once more.

His fingers found Brent’s anus, stroked it until Brent shook and his legs spread wider. He stared up at Kevin, his mouth slightly parted as one finger slid inside of him, and then another.

The pressure and friction felt so good he began to wriggle, to arch his hips so that he could get more of Kevin’s finger inside of him. His cock twitched and jumped, more fluids dripping from the head.

Kevin carefully loosened his tight asshole, going slowly into him and then withdrawing while his mouth found his cock once more he added a second finger and a third. There was pain but the lube eased it and he sighed and writhed across the bed while his tension and pleasure built.

Kevin moved again, just Brent’s cock was about to shoot his come into the hot cavern that was Kevin’s mouth. Kevin positioned himself so that his dick rested against Brent’s asshole, the tight muscles there already loosened and ready as he slid forward.

Brent cried out, his fingers twisting and clawing the sheets as pleasure such as he had never known erupted into his body. His hand went to his own cock and he tugged at it almost viciously, hoping to stave off the powerful orgasm.

It was too late. Spurts of come, creamy, white and thick, splattered out of his cock and onto Kevin’s lower belly. His cock slid in and out of Brent’s asshole; making him cone yet again and his asshole opened a little more, allowing Kevin to work harder, to pump faster against him. His balls slapped against Brent’s ass and heat filled his body, He wanted to feel Kevin coming inside his ass, he wanted it more than he had ever wanted anything else.

Kevin did come. His body went rigid and he groaned, his forearms shaking as he strained forward once more. His head dipped low, his forehead resting on Brent’s shoulder before he collapsed.

Kevin withdrew slowly, helping Brent to roll over on his side so he could spoon him. His cock, stripped of the condom and flaccid, rested on Brent’s butt cheeks. The scent of their sex and the weight of Kevin’s body against his was comforting and he drifted off, stirring only once when he heard the door open and close again.

When Brent woke up it was to find himself alone. That was okay, that was what he had asked for. He knew he needed time to process things, to think things over and he needed space to do that.

He got out of bed and went to the bathroom. He turned the taps on in the marble tiled shower and then looked at himself in the mirror. He looked no different He was still Brent.

Somehow, he had been afraid that he would not be. That being gay would change him in appearance, take something away from him. It had not.

If anything, he looked happier and healthier than he had in a long time. He began to hum as he stepped into the shower, and soaped himself carefully. There was a lot to think about. Getting divorced would be hard but not really. He suspected that his wife had been having affairs and he did not blame her.

He had never been able to give her what she needed and what she needed was not just a husband but a man who could love her in every way, including physically.

He had failed in his marriage long before she had. Well. There was no way to fix that now except to give her what she really needed, her freedom and the ability to find a man who could be everything she needed.

He got out of the shower, dried, dressed and headed up on the deck to find food. He spotted Kevin sitting at a small table having breakfast and he headed to him, asking, “Do you mind if I sit here?”

Kevin smiled at him, “No, not at all. I was just thinking that I have never been to this port and I want to go ashore today. I know you have to but if you want some company I would love to accompany you.”

Brent smiled as a cup of coffee appeared at his elbow, served quickly and almost silently by a smiling young man. “I would love that. I cannot believe you have never been here. I would have thought you had been everywhere.”

Kevin laughed. “I started working on a cruise ship out of Australia. I was on there when Natasha spotted me and we found we had a mutual liking for things so she invited me to come aboard here. I never sailed from this port so I never go to see it.”

“Can I ask you a question?”

"But of course.”

"Why are you here?”

Kevin’s eyes held his. “Because I am looking for something; the same as you or anyone else. I like it here, and one day I will find what I am looking for and I will leave. Same as you.”

“I see.” He did see. He looked out over the bright shining buildings of the port and back at Kevin’s handsome face before raising his coffee cup in a salute. “Here is to finding what we really want and need. Or who.”

Kevin said, “I will drink to that.” They clinked cups and Brent took a long sip of his coffee, enjoying its heady roasted flavor.

“I think it is going to be a really great day,” he said and his heart beat a little faster as he asked, “Would you like to have dinner with me tonight too?”

The End

Book Seven

The L Suite

So here she was. Janine took a deep breath and got out of her car. The sea air washed over her and she took a deep appreciative sniff of it. The pier was busy, it served quite a few of the cruise ships and she looked around at the people with their piles of luggage and expectant faces, feeling the grief that had gripped her lately slipping away. This was her life, and it was time she started behaving as if it was hers, and not everyone else’s.

Her family had just disowned her. The reality of it had set in hard over the last few days but now, looking at the small gilt lettered sign that announced the Nyx she was pretty sure she would be okay.

It had been a lot of years since she had come to grips with the fact that she was a lesbian but she had never dared do anything about it. She had still dated men but she had stopped being sexually active with them years ago. She knew that was not what she wanted, and she had decided that while she would keep up appearances she would only do so until she was settled enough into the fact that she felt strong enough to live her life the way she wanted to.

She had been hopeful when she had announced her sexuality to her family. Their stunned silence had been frightening but she had kept her head held high and her shoulders squared as she waited for one of them, any of them, to speak to her. To say something that would make her feel like they cared.

Instead her father had said, “No, you are not and that is not funny.”

Her mother had chimed in with, “That is the worst joke you ever told.”

Janine knew that that was her only chance to back down, but she had not backed down. She was a lesbian, even if she was not practicing that sexuality, and she was not about to deny it anymore. She had hoped that her family would love her anyway. Instead, her father had picked up his dinner plate, announced that was not sharing his dinner table with a queer and stormed out. The rest of them had followed, leaving her to gather her things and leave in the thunderous silence that had followed.

It had hurt. It still hurt. Now, walking toward the door that would be her first steps into her real life, she found it did not hurt nearly as much as it had.

A young man took her bag and led her to the waiting room. Beautiful young women and men circulated, offering free drinks and maps of the ship. She took both gratefully, catching a glimpse of her own reflection in a mirrored wall.

She was 31 but looked younger because she was so petite. She was slim with a stubborn curve to her hips and thighs that always made her smile. Her long brown hair hung in natural curls that had the tendency to frizz but today they hung glossy and thick.

She had put on her favorite dress, a pretty little frock with a bold black and white print. Her pumps were red and her pearls looked perfect. She smiled at herself. This was her, and this was her first tentative step into her life.

She had known that divesting herself of that pesky lesbian virginity, a phrase she had invented to describe the fact that she had never been with a woman, was to go to a bar where other lesbians went and find one who found her attractive.

She did not want to do that though. She wanted to do something romantic and grand. She wanted something that would bowl he rover and let her walk away unscathed so that she could better navigate the lesbian dating scene.

The Nyx was the perfect solution and she felt the sadness slip even further away as she considered what she would do on this short but utterly meaningful trip.

“Janine?”

She turned to see one of the most beautiful women she had ever seen in her entire life looking at her. Her heart pounded as she wondered if this woman would be her lover during the cruise but when the other woman held out a hand and said, “Welcome to the Nyx, I am Natasha,” she knew she was meeting, face to face, the concierge she had spoken to over the phone.

“Hello, it is so nice to meet you.”

There had been no judgment in Natasha’s tone or voice when Janine had, haltingly, spelled out what she was hoping for from the Nyx cruise. She had been kind, thoughtful and encouraging and now her smile was warm and open. It immediately put her at ease.

“I am going to escort you to your suite if you are ready.”

Was she ready? Hell yes! She had been ready for years! She smiled and said, “Yes, I am ready. Is it wrong to say I am excited as hell?”

“No, that is just what we want to hear, in fact.” Natasha took her arm and they walked up the gangway. They could have been two old friends out for a little stroll. The lobby was lovely but Janine barely noticed it, she was too busy trying to get a grip on her almost giddy excitement.

Natasha escorted her down a hallway lined with little tables bolted to the floor and holding vases of fresh flowers. The carpet was plush and thick and Janine, without thinking, said, “This is so much better than the commercial cruise lines. They all look so…industrial; I guess is the right word.”

‘I forgot you said you are a designer. Natasha waved a hand around. “We wanted this to be exactly the opposite of what you would expect from a cruise line.”

‘You succeeded.” Janine meant it.

They halted in front of a door and Natasha held out a key to her. Janine took it, her heart pounding. “Enjoy your stay Janine, and remember this is yours, not anyone else’s.”

With those encouraging words, Natasha turned and walked away. Janine took a deep breath and opened the door.

The first thing she saw was the luscious little arrangement of flowers, chocolates and champagne on the table set before the low sofa. The second thing she saw was the willowy blonde sitting on the sofa.

Her throat closed. She had to work hard to swallow.

“Hello, you must be Janine. “I’m Caron.”

“It’s nice to meet you.”

“It’s nice to meet you.” Their hands met. Caron’s fingers closed around hers and Janine felt a tingle spread up her arm and into her chest. She broke eye contact, but not before noticing that Caron’s eyes were a deep and lovely blue, the same color as the sky right before dusk.

Her blonde hair was parted in the center, revealing her high pale forehead and her strong cheekbones. She wore a red and white striped dress and little red sandals with straps that tied around her slim claves and ankles. Her toes, painted to match the shoes and dress, peeked out at Janine and she felt a hard throb of desire pulse in her lower body.

“I am very nervous,” she said simply because she could not think of anything else to say.

“That’s okay. I am too. I mean you’re gorgeous.”

Janine blinked and her hand came up to her chest. “Thank you. So are you. I mean, I do not know what to do really. I want to do this but I am not sure how.”

Caron’s eyes danced and she asked, “Do you want dinner?”

“Oh, yes, that is right. They are about to serve dinner.” She laughed nervously. “I was too nervous to eat really.”

“Let me take you to dinner.”