You Kissed Me First

16. Day Seven

CHAPTER 16

Day Seven

ARUBA

KATIE

“I’m sorry, what?” I ask, shaking my head.

“I need you to pee on my foot to make it stop.” He winces. “Come on, babe, what’s a little pee between lovers?”

“First off, that’s fucking gross. Second, you’re thinking of a jellyfish, not a starfish. Peeing on it won’t do anything,” I say slowly as Nessa loses it, laughing so hard she rests her hands on her knees.

“You thought she would have to pee on you?” she chokes out between laughs.

“Then what the hell do we do?” Dominic demands.

“Are you okay?” Brock asks as he, Samantha, and Grant walk toward us.

“He wanted Katie to pee on him!” Nessa says as she wipes tears from her eyes.

“Uh, I didn’t know you were into golden showers there, buddy,” Grant says awkwardly as he rubs the back of his head.

“He stepped on a starfish. He thought I said jellyfish. It’s fine. We just need to get him back to the cruise ship and to the medbay,” I say as I tighten my ponytail.

“What do you need from us?” Brock asks.

“If you and Grant can carry him back, that would be great.” I smile at him. “Just watch your step.”

Both men move around us girls carefully and lift Dominic up out of the water.

“There you go, buddy,” Grant says as he wraps his arm around Dom’s waist.

Once Dominic is balanced between the two, he hobbles between them on one foot.

Slowly but surely, our little group makes it back to the cruise ship. One of the attendants spots us and grabs a wheelchair.

“Here, you can use this.”

“Thank you.” I smile at the attendant, making him blush.

“Hey, get your own. She’s mine.” Dominic snaps his fingers at the guy.

I roll my eyes at him while everyone else laughs.

“Shut up. Let’s get you taken care of.”

“Do you want us to come with?” Nessa asks.

“Nah, I got this. You guys go have fun. I’ll check in later.”

“Okay, keep us updated,” Grant says at me before looking down at Dom. “Be good, buddy. If you need someone to pee on you and Katie won’t do it, just call me, okay?”

“Oh for Christ’s sake, you don’t pee on a starfish sting.”

Dominic grunts. “How do you know? Have you ever been stung by a starfish?”

“Can’t say that I have,” I tell him as I push him toward the medbay.

“Well, if this is what a starfish does when you poke it, I don’t think I want to poke your starfish anymore,” he mumbles.

I look down at Dominic and see him looking at me, his eyes glassy with pain. “Almost there, just hold on a few minutes, okay?”

“You’re so pretty.”

“Thank you,” I say as I look up. “Here we are.”

“Can he walk?” the employee asks.

I shake my head. “He stepped on a starfish. It looks to be his left foot. With help, he can probably hop.”

I warily look at the platform going from the pier to the boat. The ocean is calm at least, making it sway only slightly.

The man nods, calling for another employee. Together, they help get him onto the ship and into another wheelchair.

Turning, I startle when I see a security guard behind me.

He gives me a kind smile. “I’ll take this back for you. Have a good rest of your trip. I hope he feels better.”

I nod my thanks before hurrying on the ship behind Dominic. I feed our items through the x-ray machine before walking through the metal detector. As I’m doing this, the employee is using a wand to check Dominic. Once done, I hand them our cards to check us back on board.

“I’ll take you over to the medbay,” the man who helped us board tells me.

I follow him down some halls until we are outside a room labeled Medbay.

Opening the door, he pushes Dominic in, saying a hello to the nurse before backing out.

The nurse makes her way to us. “Hello, do you need some help today?”

“Yes, ma’am. He stepped on a starfish,” I tell her.

“Well that’s unfortunate. How about you follow me, and we will get him all set up over here. The doctor will be right over to check out the situation.”

“Thank you,” we both say as we move to a vacant bed.

Dominic stands on one leg and hops up onto the bed.

“I’ll take this.” The nurse smiles as she grabs the wheelchair, taking it with her.

“You hanging in there?” I ask Dom, rubbing his shoulder.

“Could be better,” he groans as he leans back onto the bed, lying down.

For several minutes, we sit in silence before a man steps into the room. He talks to the nurse a moment before they both come over.

“I hear you got into a fight with a starfish and the starfish won.”

Dominic moans, “Yes. Fucker got me good.”

“All right, let me look at it. Which foot?”

Dominic lifts his left foot, and the doctor grabs him by the ankle.

“Oh yeah, it’s nice and swollen and hot.”

“That’s what she said,” Dominic hisses as the doctor pokes and prods.

“Dominic, behave,” I whisper shout.

“He’s right here and can hear you,” the doctor jokes. “Well, it looks like you have some spines still in your foot. Not very deep, but I’m going to have to remove them with a pair of tweezers to prevent them from breaking off in your foot.”

“Go for it, doc. I can handle it.” Dominic looks pale now.

The nurse, clearly hearing the doctor in the small space, walks up, carrying what looks like alcohol wipes and a pair of tweezers. The doctor gets to work cleaning and plucking the spines out of the bottom of Dom’s foot. Dom’s hand reaches out, latching on to mine, and squeezes.

“Not too tight. I don’t need you to break my hand.”

“Sorry.” He winces.

Once the doctor is done, he looks at Dominic with sympathy. “This is going to be painful, but I need to scrub the wounds and then rinse it with salt water.”

Dominic groans. “I hate the beach.”

“No, you don’t,” I say as I rub his arm with my free hand. “It’s almost over.”

The doctor goes about cleaning Dom’s foot once again. Dominic bites his lower lip and grunts. Once done, the nurse hands the doctor some antibiotic ointment and he goes about loosely bandaging the bottom of his foot.

“Once back to your room, take the bandage off and let it air dry. Nurse Becky will give you some gauze and some antibiotic ointment to keep on it. You can take Tylenol and ibuprofen for the pain. If it becomes too much, you can soak your foot in hot water for roughly thirty minutes. If you start vomiting or experience paralysis or anything, just call down here and we will tell you if you need to come back.”

“Thank you,” I whisper, my eyes on Dominic.

He doesn’t want me to see, but I can tell he teared up.

“I would recommend you both get some water shoes,” he says, raising a brow.

“They are on the top of our buy list the next time we go out,” I promise the doctor.

“Thanks, doc,” Dominic says, shaking the man’s hand.

“Have a good night,” the doctor says before stepping away.

“All right. Here is the ointment and bandages. Do you guys have any Tylenol, or do you need me to grab you a package or two?” the nurse asks as she hands me what we need.

“I have some, thank you though.”

“Awesome. Here is the number to call us if you have any questions. Let me go grab the wheelchair and you two are good to go.”

DOMINIC

“I never realized you were such a baby,” Katie teases me.

I’ve been groaning about how uncomfortable my foot hurts since we got back to the room. We both took a quick shower and changed into our lounge clothes, but I can’t get comfortable.

“I didn’t realize my good buddy the starfish could do me so dirty. I never want to see another one again.” I put a pillow over my head, trying to resist the urge to scratch the bottom of my foot.

I think that’s the worst part. Sometimes it feels like it’s burning, but then sometimes it feels itchy. Either way, I’m not supposed to touch it.

“So if I was to drop my pants right now and bend over, you wouldn’t want some up close and personal action with my chocolate starfish? Good to know. I was considering it, but since it’s off the table.”

The pillow is off my head in an instant, my eyes locked on Katie as she sits on the couch, putting lotion on her arms.

“Wait. I never said that. I’d always love to see your starfish. Or play with it. Whatever makes you feel good, baby doll.”

My dick is twitching in my pants. All thoughts of the pain in my foot long gone. He is more than happy to show her starfish a good time.

Katie giggles. “You are so predictable. It was a joke.”

I sigh, looking to the ceiling. “You can’t do that to a man. Now, not only does my foot burn, but I got a chubby for you. That’s going to give me blue balls.”

I don’t look at her, but I hear her moving. When she settles onto the side of the bed, I finally roll my head so I can see her.

“Well, we can’t have you with blue balls, can we? How about I give you a little something?”

Before I can ask what she’s talking about, her hand is down my pants. I moan at the feel of her hand as it squeezes my shaft.

“Katie, fuck. That feels so good.”

I want to beg for her mouth, but this is her show. I’m letting her do whatever she wants.

After several strokes, she smiles over at me.

“I have an idea. Think you can manage to get these down to your knees?”

“I can take them off if you want.” I can’t believe how husky my voice sounds.

Just some light petting has me on edge.

She stands, moving around the room while I tear off my sweats, only wincing slightly when I bump my foot. Even then, my dick hasn’t lost an ounce of hardness. He’s ready for whatever plan she has.

When she turns, her smile is wicked.

She stands several paces away from the bed before she starts to strip. First, the tank top that was doing nothing to hide the fact that she isn’t wearing a bra. When her hardened nipples come into view, my mouth salivates. I want to suck on them so bad.

She doesn’t give me long to linger.

Her shorts come next, leaving her in a pair of skimpy, lace panties that are pretty much see-through.

“Like what you see?” Her voice is seductive.

I swallow hard, nodding. “I love it. You’re a fucking masterpiece.”

My eyes meet hers so she can see the truth in my words. That only makes her blush. As the redness spreads across her cheeks, I follow it until my eyes are taking in every single piece of her body.

My hand absentmindedly goes to my dick. After several strokes, I glance up at her, finding her focused on my hand.

“Take the panties off.” My voice is demanding.

I’m surprised when she listens so well. Within seconds, she is peeling them from her body.

“Bring them here.”

Once she is at my side, I grab the panties from her hand, wrapping it around my dick so I can feel her wetness against my skin.

“That’s hot as hell, baby doll. You’re wet for me?” I ask her.

She bites her lower lip, nodding. Then she holds up a condom.

“I think you’ve played enough.” I thought her voice would waver, but it doesn’t.

This confidence in her is even sexier than when she lets her nerves show. It’s such a contradiction of the woman I fucked on a balcony only yesterday.

Pulling my hand away, I watch with rapt attention as she opens the condom before putting it on me. Then she climbs over me, hovering her pussy above my cock.

“You gonna ride me?” I know my eyes are probably crazy.

I feel like I’m high even though I know the doctor never gave me anything. There’s something about the wanton way she’s handling my body that is getting to me. I’m hotter than I ever have been before.

As she runs her hands down my chest, her nails slightly digging in, I jerk up, my dick poking her center.

“Patience. Good things come to those who wait,” she reprimands me with a smile.

“When it comes to you, I have no patience. I need to be inside you, Katie. Please put me out of my misery.”

“Have you ever begged for it before?” she asks.

“Never, but if that’s what it takes. Please, Katie. I need you right now. I’m begging you. Do you need me to get on my knees? I will. I’d do anything just to be inside you one more time.”

Her blush grows deeper with each word, but I can tell she’s happy. Hearing me tell her how bad I want her makes her feel good.

When she grips my cock, positioning it at her entrance, I hold my breath. I still remember what sliding inside her feels like.

Still, it’s like a whole new experience. Like when you think you remember how good something is only when you have it again, it’s so much better.

As her warmth hugs me, I grip her hips, holding her to me. Her breaths are coming quicker, making her chest shake. Leaning up, I take a nipple into my mouth, holding it between my teeth as my tongue lashes at it.

Her hands thread into my hair, holding me to her as she cries out.

Then her hips start to rotate, making me lose all coherent thought.

Her nipple falls from my mouth as I collapse back on the bed, watching her ride me. Her hands fall to my chest as she gyrates against me. Her moans are coming louder and more frequent, telling me she’s getting closer. Her movements are less coordinated as she’s trying to move faster.

Gripping her hips, I start to piston up inside her. The slight burn of her nails on my chest only spurs me on until I feel her contract around me. She calls out my name as she hits her high. That’s enough to set me off, sending me over the edge with her.

She falls to my chest, panting. I hold her close, rubbing her back as I try to catch my breath.

After several minutes, she pushes up, wincing when she sees my chest.

“I made you bleed.”

I look down, seeing the indentations from her nails in my chest. I smile up at her.

“I love your marks on me. I’ll wear them with pride.”

I pull her down to kiss her until she’s breathless. When I finally let her up for air, she shakes her head.

“You’re something else.”

I respond with the first thing that comes to my mind.

“You love it.”