8. Barrett
Chapter eight
Barrett
When the bathroom door swings open, I try not to smirk or hint that I was listening against the door when Sarah moaned my name while she was in the shower. It was so hard not to break down the door and demand to let me watch as I hear my name roll off her tongue. Instead, I grab my clothes and quickly lock myself in the bathroom, trying to hide my dick.
After turning the shower on, I grab my hard cock like a fucking teenager. Closing my eyes, I brush the pre-cum from the tip of my cock and rub it along the length. Knowing this is needed I jump under the water as I stroke my cock, hoping for some relief from the perpetual blue balls I've had since the moment I met her.
Sarah on her knees that maxi dress she loves pulled down to her waist, forcing her breasts to spill over. Grabbing the large amount in my hands, pushing them together, creating the perfect tunnel for my cock to slide through. My hand strokes my dick faster and faster. The tight but soft feel of her tits surrounding my cock as I slide in between them. Keeping her eyes on me the whole time, patiently waiting until I tell her it's time to open her mouth and take my come, while I mark her as mine. With a groan, my hand shoots out, hitting the shower tiled wall. A white light bursts behind my eyes as I come into my other hand hard.
The moment I leave the bathroom and see her in that fucking maxi dress accentuating every fucking curve she has, I feel my balls filling up once again. I might be in the bathroom by myself once again later.
Thankfully, she diverts my attention by suggesting that we head to breakfast. Entering the large dining hall, I see the cruise ship has set-up an extravagant buffet, with a variety of foods to choose from, including a chef station for ‘to made order’ omelets. The hostess leads us to an intimate table next to a window that overlooks the ocean. You can see a bit of land in the distance. We should dock in a few hours, which reminds me I should ask her what she plans on doing when we reach land for the few hours we have.
Before I'm able to, a young server interrupts my thoughts, asking us, "Good morning. Can I get you anything to drink?"
"Can I get a coffee with oat milk, please?"
The server nods as she writes her order. She then turns to me. "And for you?"
"I'll have a cup of coffee black."
The server scribbles down my coffee order. Keeping her eyes on her notepad, she asks, "Will you be eating from the buffet, or do you want to order something from the menu?"
Sarah looks over at the buffet and honestly the omelets are calling my name. When she looks at me with a look pleading for me to decide, I answer for both of us, "We'll try the buffet today."
"Great, help yourself. I'll be back with your coffee in a few." She steps away, leaving us behind in a silence that seems to be a little weird, which I don't like. I need to break this tension we seem to be in, but before I can, she speaks up. "Sorry about that. Food and I have a weird relationship sometimes."
That statement grabs my attention as I furrow my brows. Cautiously, I ask. "What do you mean?"
"There's just a lot of pressure on me sometimes to look a certain way. Because even though I'm not in Hollywood, I'm adjacent, leaving me with a few pressures."
"Well, those people can shut it." Getting up from the table, I grab the back of her neck, forcing her to look at me. "You're a freaking goddess and those people are just jealous," I say as I brush my lips softly against hers.
Her eyes fill up with unshed tears when she whispers, "Thank you. It's nice to be reminded by someone other than my mother sometimes."
Giving her another chaste kiss, I pull away, focusing on taking care of her and her needs--like feeding her. "Shall we go get breakfast?"
Not saying a word, she just nods her head and pushes her chair back from the table. "I'm going to go order an omelet," I tell her before asking, "Would you like to join me?"
"Uhhh, no. I'm going to go check out the pastries," she says, seeming unsure of herself.
"Sarah?"
"Yes?"
"Seriously, get whatever you want." She nods as she disappears into the crowd. As I walk toward the omelet station, I decide I'm going to prove to her she is the most fucking gorgeous thing I've ever seen. Hoping that little confession of hers and the name she was screaming earlier means I'm breaking down the walls that she has built around herself.
When it's my turn, I order my omelet with a ton of veggies and meat, then return to the table. Sarah is already sitting there sipping on her coffee with a plate full of Danishes and a few other pastries with names I didn’t know. Sarah keeps her eyes focused on her plate as I sit down. She doesn't even look up at me or acknowledge my presence, which irks my chain a bit.
Maybe it was too premature to think that I was breaking down her walls, because suddenly they seem to be back up in full force. There is only one way to find out, and I'm not one to mince words. I've kept my mouth shut for years, only allowing myself to be around her in a professional manner but not anymore.
Placing my hand on top of hers, resting on the table next to her plate, I drag my fingers across her knuckles. She says nothing, just keeping her eyes cast down, but she doesn't pull away either, giving me the confidence to say what I need to say next. "Darling, look at me."
With my words she lifts her chin, and my eyes connect with hers. Those beautiful hazels fill with so much emotion, it almost has me pulling back. No, she needs me, and I need her. I will not back down.
"Darling, what's wrong?" I ask, keeping my hand on hers, continuing to brush hers knuckles.
Shaking her head, she doesn't answer, instead she says, "I want to lie out by the pool before the boat docks. How about you?"
Thrown off by her change of subject, I allow it, knowing I'll get whatever upset her out of her later. Shrugging my shoulders, I answer, "Lying by the pool sounds good. We can check out the infinity pool."
Picking at the Danish she had on her plate, she continues our conversation, "Did you want to go on the island when we dock?"
Nodding an idea goes off in my head, one that might get me closer to my end goal by the end of this vacation. Licking my lips, I cautiously ask her, "Will you let me plan the excursion?"
"I don't know, Barrett. That sounds like it could be a little scary," she says with a small smirk. I love how she sasses me. My chest lightens with the thought that her mood seems to have lifted from a moment ago.
"I promise you won't regret it. Do you trust me?"
"I do."
"Perfect. First, eat up. You're going to need your energy," I say, giving her a wink before I dive back into my food.