Key West (5 page)

Someone grabbed her wrist. She looked up to find the sexy blond guy who no longer wielded his massive super soaker. “Wanna dance, babe?”

She shook her head. “Sorry, but I’m with someone else.”

He drew back, looking surprised. “Lucky son of a bitch.”

She wasn’t
technically
with someone else, of course, but she was about to be with him as much as she possibly could.

Pushing her way through the crowd, she noticed it was getting pretty raucous, sprinkled with girls like her, still wearing their wet t-shirts, and some wearing no shirts at all, Hawaiian leis draped about their bare breasts. Girls who weren’t even in the contest were pulling their bikini tops off or letting guys unbutton blouses, undo bras. She saw one girl kneeling in front of a guy and realized she was giving him a blowjob while another guy stood by, penis exposed, apparently awaiting his turn. The blonde and redhead from the contest were grinding against each other in a hot, dirty dance and the blonde, Christine, said, “Carrie, wanna join us?”

“Yeah, Carrie, why don’t you join them, honey?” It was Scott, his arm around another topless girl wearing her pink lei like a headband, both of them watching the grinding bikinis and rubbing breasts.

Her crotch rumbled with need and she almost thought that in some other place in time, she might actually follow her urges, give up her mores completely, and say yes, but she was determined to get to Chris—to make sure he knew she’d done all this for him and was willing to do a lot more.

* * * * *

Chris had watched her whole little show in a state of arousal that had deepened every second. She was so fucking gorgeous, so sexy. She’d been sexy enough back when she’d been playing the shy angel, but once she’d gotten up on that stage—
damn
. His cock had been hard since her arrival on the boat, but it was a complete column of stone now.

He wasn’t sure where she’d disappeared to in the crowd, but he was dying to lick her pretty wet nipples and sink his shaft into the equally wet and pretty pussy she’d revealed to the crowd. Of course, he couldn’t exactly do those things, right here, right now, so the rest of the boat ride would likely be torture—but he’d survive, and as soon as they set foot on dry land, he planned to get her someplace alone and ease both their aches.

God, he’d nearly come just watching her strip up on the stage. He couldn’t help thinking she’d done it for him—even if the rum, and maybe her wedding fiasco, had played a part in it, too. What a bastard she’d almost married. Thank God she’d found out the truth before saying “I do.” Even so, he could tell from their earlier conversation that she was a sensitive woman, and he couldn’t imagine how much it had hurt.

Looking out over the lusty crowd, he saw lots of people stripping down now, getting wet. He saw girls sucking cock and guys licking pussy—one
girl
licking pussy. Threesomes, foursomes, the whole boat had turned into a wild orgy—it was becoming what was easily one of the wildest times he’d ever witnessed on the
Barge
—and he couldn’t help thinking Carrie’s pretty flash of cunt had been one ingredient pushing the crowd to such a raw, sensual frenzy.

Just when he was beginning to fear she had forgotten him and gotten involved with someone else on the boat, she appeared, walking straight toward him, determination written in her lustful eyes. Her beautiful breasts pressed pale and wet against the ripped up t-shirt she still wore, her nipples showing through in dark rosy points surrounded by wide, pretty areolas. Her little skirt hung damp around the tops of her thighs.

He walked around the bar to meet her, unconcerned with the hard-on poking prominently up from the front of his khaki shorts. She planted her palms on his chest, lowered her chin, and almost—
almost
—looked like the shy girl she’d been a couple of hours ago. “Did you like my performance?”

He tilted his head because the question was so unnecessary. “God, yeah, baby. Everybody else did, too.”

She looked proud, triumphant. “Were you surprised?”

He laughed. “You could say that. I kept wondering where the girl in the angel shirt disappeared to.”

She lowered her chin coyly. “In case you didn’t notice, I took that shirt off.”

He let his gaze drop to her breasts, so visible through the thin cotton. “Oh yeah, angel, I noticed, all right.”

She peered up at him, her eyes glassy and wild. “Do I get my free lei now?”

He couldn’t help grinning. He reached down, lifting the lei from his neck and onto hers, sorry when it covered his view of her a little. He lifted it up, toward her neck, so that it dangled down her back instead of her front. “That’s better,” he said.

“That wasn’t exactly what I was talking about,” she said, a hint of playfulness mixing with her determination. And with that, she pushed him backward until he bumped against the built-in bench that ran the length of the boat and sat down on it. She wasted no time straddling his hips, lowering her pussy onto his erection through their clothes. “Damn, angel,” he murmured.

He wanted to touch her—wanted to run his hands up her thighs, over her cotton-covered breasts, so fucking bad. But he couldn’t. He let out a groan of frustration as she began rubbing her cunt on his cock. “Jesus,” he moaned.

“I’m so hot for you,” she breathed. Her cute little skirt was up to her hips again and he glanced down to the white lace covering her slit as she rocked it against him. His chest felt like it would explode and he had to spread his arms out across the back of the bench and hold on tight to keep from touching her, her ass and breasts beckoning.

“What’s wrong?” she finally said, slowing her movements when she noticed he wasn’t responding.

“I kinda…can’t do this.”

She blinked, looking suddenly forlorn. “You don’t want to?”

“No, angel, believe me, I’m
dying
to. I’m so fucking hard from watching you, and your breasts are so damn beautiful, but…it’s against the rules.”

She drew back slightly, clearly surprised. “Don’t tell me I’m the first girl on one of these cruises to put the moves on you?” She glanced over to where Scott was engaged in some dirty dancing with a girl in only a lei and a pair of bikini bottoms.

“No, but we have a rule. We can be touched, but we can’t touch back. My bosses have to worry about being sued by someone who remembers things differently later. They’re standing right there in the galley doorway—” he motioned to the two men across the boat “—and I’ll lose my job if I touch you. I’ve seen it happen to guys before, and unfortunately, I can’t afford to give up this income just yet.” He paused and thought he felt her cunt sink a bit lower on his dick. “Although it would almost be worth it.”

She narrowed her gaze on him. “Do you want me to get off of you?”

“God, no, baby.” He sighed, took a deep breath. “I’m in a tough position here, damned if I do and damned if I don’t. But why don’t you…” He lifted his pelvis against her lightly.

“What?” she said.

He pulled up a sexy smile. “Why don’t you give me a lap dance?”

She grinned. “I’ve never done anything like that before.”

He returned it. “I’m guessing you’ve never done anything like bare your breasts and pussy for a crowd of hungry guys, either.”

She raised her eyebrows. “True enough.”

Then she began to grind sensually against him, once more undulating her soft cunt on his long, hard shaft.

“Ah, baby, that feels so good. My cock is so hard for you. Can you feel it?”

“Mmm.” She nodded, letting her eyes fall shut as she continued rocking her body, moving her hips in sexy circles.

“Your pussy feels so sweet sliding around on me, angel. Show it to me.”

She opened her eyes, looking slightly shocked.

“Come on, now, baby. You showed everybody else. Show me, too.”

Carrie pulled in her breath, stunned by the breadth of her excitement—it suddenly seemed there was nothing she wouldn’t do. Her whole body tingled with anticipation, and her hand actually trembled when she rose slightly on her knees, reached down, and pulled the wet lace aside again. Glancing down, she found her slit gaping open, her inner lips and clit on display between the light tawny curls.

She watched as Chris drew in a ragged breath at the sight, then groaned.

When she lowered herself back onto his erection, he felt incredibly big—bigger than she’d seriously imagined anyone being, but then again, she’d only been with Jon. She suddenly had the notion that she’d been missing out on a
lot
.

“You’ve got such beautiful breasts, angel. Do you have any idea how much I want to suck on those pretty pink nipples? I want to suck them so deep into my mouth that you scream.”

Oooh
, she wanted that, too. Clawing her fingernails lightly into his chest, she drew her hands away and brought them to her breasts, where she tweaked her nipples through the wet shirt for him, sending trickles of sensation down through her crotch.

“Oh, that’s so nice, angel.”

Into it now, Carrie sensually squeezed her breasts as she rode his hard-on in simulated sex. Mmm, his solid length felt
so
good pressing up into her through his zipper. Pushing up her shirt until it was over her breasts, she continued playing with them, caressing their full weight, letting the beaded nipples jut against her palm before peeking out between her fingers, which she then used to lightly pinch them.

“So fucking hot, baby,” he murmured, and she heard her own breath go ragged as the sensation between her thighs stretched outward, upward, becoming more intense as she twirled the pink nipples between her thumb and forefinger while he watched.

“Oooh,” she moaned softly.

“Are you gonna come soon, angel?”

She bit her lip. “Maybe.” She didn’t talk about coming with Jon—it either just happened or it didn’t—and this caught her off guard.

“I want to make you come so hard, baby. I want my cock rubbing against your clit to get you off so good.”

She pulled in her breath, rocking harder against him.

“That’s right, rub that sweet pussy against me until you come.”

He
was
a god, and her pussy was so hot for him. And—oh! She’d never even
thought
of using that word before now, ever in her life, but there it was, in her mind, like so many other new things today, suddenly part of her vocabulary. She decided to try it out aloud. “My pussy is so hot, so close,” she murmured.

He drew back slightly, hissing in his breath, and she could tell he liked hearing her say it. She clutched at her breasts, squeezing them hard, tight—wanting to feel
everything
. Desire gathered, thick and compact, in her clit, as she yelled out, “Oh God!”

The shattering climax broke over her as she rode him, hard, hard, hard, pulsing from her crotch to her breasts, all the way out to her fingers and toes. She moaned as it tore through her body, driving her pussy against his hard length again and again. Each wave of searing pleasure drew a harsh gasp into her lungs, which seemed to somehow softly extend the next wave, and the next.

Finally, the orgasm eased, fading into quiet. Around them, other people moaned and groaned, but it seemed even the crowd had gone softer, too—and Carrie suspected she wasn’t the only person on this boat who had reached ecstasy. Salty sea air filled her nostrils as a strange sense of sadness fell over her. She still straddled him—he was still hard beneath her—but because he couldn’t touch her, she couldn’t help feeling alone.

“God,” she whispered, coming back to herself, unable to believe the things she’d done on this boat. The orgasm had turned her more sober.

“How was that?”

She looked up to find him smiling, still into the moment, unaware she was suffering disbelief and embarrassment.
Try to get it back. Try to be hot and sexy for him again.
“Um…incredible.” Not a lie. Not a lie at all. It was the most outstanding orgasm she’d ever had.

“I’d give anything to hug you right now, angel, to hold you. I’m so sorry I can’t.”

“I’m sorry, too,” she whispered. Reaching down, she pulled her panties back into place. She’d never felt so strange and awkward in her life—not even yesterday, when she’d found her friend Eileen bending over the penis jutting from Jon’s tux. She simply couldn’t believe what she’d just done, who she’d just become—for Chris.

“Chris, we need you at the stern.”

Carrie looked up to find one of the men he’d pointed out as an owner of the
Party Barge
.

“Hi, honey,” the older man said.

She pulled her top back down—even wet, it was better than nothing. “Hi,” she said, not meeting his eyes.

When he departed, she climbed off Chris, taking a seat on the bench next to him.

“Damn, angel—I have to help get the boat in. Don’t move, though, I’ll be back.”

She nodded, watching him go. Then made a beeline through the partiers back to the stage, where she found she wasn’t the only girl trying to locate her bra and top. Peeling the wet t-shirt over her head, she found the blonde, well-endowed Christine smiling at her. “You have gorgeous breasts.”

Despite her sudden sobriety and accompanying sheepishness, an unbidden sensation rippled through her panties. “Thank you.”

“Hey, want to go get some drinks with some hot guys I met? We could party together.”