5. Chapter Four
Chapter Four
Samuel
I slam the door to the penthouse suite shut, the sound echoing in the empty space like a gunshot.
“Fuck!” I growl, grabbing at my hair in frustration. “God dammit! Such an idiot. You’re such an idiot, Samuel!”
I pace across the room, grabbing the whiskey bottle and pouring a glass. A moment of weakness, maybe, but I can’t shake the feeling that I’ve just gone and done something so fucking stupid, I know I’ll be regretting it for days.
I pour a glass and try to wash the taste of her off my lips. Stella. She was so soft, so warm. She tasted like pure heaven, like the sweetest sin I’ve ever known.
My stomach burns with the alcohol, confusion churning inside my stomach too, like a stormy sea swirling around and around and around, threatening to make my emotions spill all over this fucking floor.
I slam the glass down and move towards the window. It’s pitch-black dark outside, the sky so blackened that I can hardly see the waves breaking around the ship. The empty penthouse feels more like a prison than a sanctuary right now. Did they really expect me to be happy in this big room all by myself?
You need Stella here with you.
“ARGH!”
I pour another glass of whiskey and throw it back, letting the burn in my throat grab my attention, even for just a second.
I can’t get her out of my mind.
Those honey-brown eyes, the way they locked onto mine. It’s like she sees me. She sees me better than I see myself. And then there’s that smile, that soft teasing laugh that promises so much more than a happily ever after.
And her body… God, that body.
Every inch of her was made to drive a man like me insane. The way her dress clung to those delicious curves, the swell of her big breasts. What I would give to stick my dick between them and watch her moan my name.
Fuck… it’s all becoming too much too quickly. She’s too tempting. Too goddamn perfect.
And yet, here I am. Alone.
I pushed her away. Because that’s what a wounded old man like me does. The attraction I feel for her might be undeniable, but it’s dangerous. I know what happens when you get too close to someone, when you let them into your life, into your heart. They become a liability, a weakness that gets exploited.
And I won’t have that for my Stella.
I slam the glass down, the clink of it against the counter reverberating through the empty, quiet room. I glance around, trying to find something, anything, that can pull me out of this spiraling mess of thoughts.
A shower. A cold shower. That’ll do the trick.
I strip my shirt off and step into the bathroom, the luxury of the double vanity, the dual rainfall showers completely lost on me. My muscles ache with frustration and I just let the steam rise around me, the dense fog doing nothing to clear my head.
I step under the stream, letting the hot water cascade over me, washing away the sweat and tension. But it doesn’t wash away the image of her.
Stella. Stella. Stella…
I grip my cock, starting to stroke at the image of her in my mind. The way her hips moved when she walked, God, what I’d give to lift that dress up and fuck her from behind.
I close my eyes and press my hand against the wall, but when I look down, I’m too distracted to even get a hard on.
“Fuck!”
It’s useless. Nothing is working.
I growl in frustration and slam the water off, grabbing a towel and drying myself off. The steam in the room clings to my skin, but there’s no relief. There’s no clarity in my mind.
I have to see her. I have to have her.
Before I even realize what I’m doing, I’m out of the penthouse and storming back towards the bar. A deep, dark need is burning inside, the thought of Stella drawing out something so primal, something so raw and unhinged within my soul that I just need to feel her against me again.
I make my way through the ship, each step fueled by the burning need to claim what’s mine. The Aqua Aura Pool Bar comes into view, and the sounds of music and laughter hit me like a wave. It’s late, and everyone is drunk, all dancing and having a great time.
But I don’t care about any of that.
I’m focused on one thing – and one thing only.
I step into the bar and my hardened eyes scan the crowd. I get a instinctive feeling, like I’m back on duty, scouring the enemy and looking for the innocent heroine who needs rescuing. Then, the crowd parts and I see a flash of caramel colored hair. My heart jumps and I move towards the girl with curvy hips, her pretty face lighting up the entire damn room.
My chest tightens as I draw nearer. It’s a flood of protectiveness flooding through me. There she is, moving to the beat of the music, her sensual body swaying in her carefree manner.
Except she’s not alone.
Some asshole has his hands on her, his fingers grazing her waist as he leans in close, too fucking close, and whispers something in her ear. My blood boils, every muscle in my body tensing as I watch him touch what’s mine. My fists clench, and a low growl rumbles deep in my chest.
“Mine,” I growl, my eyes narrowing in on the enemy.
Without thinking, I storm through the crowd. I’m like a battering ram as I push people aside, ignoring their screams and yelps. My eyes are locked on her, on them . That animal-like urge to protect what’s mine, to take what’s mine, is setting my insides on fire.
I reach them and the guy barely has time to register what’s happening before I’m on him. I grab his shoulder, yanking him back with a force that leaves no room for argument. He stumbles, his eyes widening in surprise as he turns to face me.
I can only chuckle and shake my head at him as he looks me up and down. Surprise has quickly turned into fear, and he’s backing away.
I don’t say a word. I don’t have to. The intensity in my gaze, the way I’m towering over him, it’s enough to make him stumble backwards without the need for a fight. He mutters something incoherent, his hands raised in surrender before he quickly disappears into the crowd.
Stella turns to me, her honey eyes wide, and for a moment, there’s something in them that makes me question if she’s about to yell at me. But then her expression changes, and I see a look that matches my own – desire.
“Samuel…” she breathes, her voice barely audible over the music.
I don’t give her a chance to say more. My possessive hands are on her, gripping her hips, pulling her flush against me. The moment the heat of her body hits mine, it’s like a shock to my system, electrifying every nerve, every damn cell.
I’m alive again. And I’ve never felt better.
“You’re mine,” I growl, my voice rough, leaving no question. “No one else touches you. No one.”
Her eyes widen as she stares up at me. There’s no fear, no hesitation. Only a smoldering heat that makes my blood rush to my cock.
Slowly, she nods. “Yes, Samuel. I’m yours.”
That’s all I need to hear. I capture her lips in mine, kissing her with a harsh demand that asks everything of my girl. She responds immediately, her arms wrapping around my neck, pulling me against her in a kiss that raw and filled with the need that’s been building inside me since the moment we met.
The rest of the world falls away, the music, the people… none of it matters. All that exists right now, is her. That, and the overwhelming feeling of needing to claim her, to mark her as mine.
I break the kiss, my breathing heavy, my forehead resting against her as I try to regain some semblance of control. It’s useless, of course. I have no control when it comes to Stella. None whatsoever.
The desire, the possessiveness. It’s all too strong. Too powerful to ignore.
“I need you, Stella,” I murmur, my voice thick with lust. “Now.”
Her eyes darken with desire and she bites her bottom lip, drawing it into her mouth. “Then take me.”
That’s all the permission I need. I grab her hand, pulling her away from the crowd, through the bar and out to the empty deck. My pace is fast, my grip on her tight as I lead her down the corridor, desperate to get her to my penthouse as quickly as possible.
“Samuel,” Stella gasps from behind me, yanking on my arm so I slow down. “Take me here. Right now.”
I swallow and look around. We’re in a secluded place, a dark corner of the ship. There is no one around and I’m sure we won’t be disturbed. It’s the perfect place, because I’m not sure how much longer I can hold on, and judging by the look in her eyes, neither can she.
I waste no time pressing up to her against the wall, my heavy, aching body pinning her in place. Our eyes lock for a second, and I see the same need, the same hunger reflected in her gaze.
My lips brush against her ear and I whisper, “You’re mine, Stella. And I’m going to make sure you never forget it.”
She whimpers and pulls me to her mouth, my hands exploring her body with a desperation that matches the kiss on our lips. This primal urge is too much, and my cock is pressing against my zipper with a painful plea to escape. I need to unleash this raw energy, right fucking now.
“Oh, Samuel,” Stella murmurs into the cool night air as I dip to bite her neck, moving down to her collarbone as her fingers find my hair. “Mmmmm, oh God. This is good. So good.”
Just as I go to unbuckle my belt, Stella’s hands beat me to it. She bites at my lip, working my pants lose as I lift her dress up, my hands reaching behind to cup that round, plump backside that’s been driving me wild all day. I give a hard squeeze and her hands dive into my underwear, gripping my cock and letting it burst free.
With a carnal groan, I grab at Stella’s panties, yanking them down so she can position my big hard cock at her soaked opening.
“Oh, Samuel,” she moans, using my cock to rub against her clit. “Fuck, yes…”
My thick head gets soaked as she strokes me slowly, using the tip of my cock to prepare her dripping pussy for my massive size. I groan against her soft skin, the scent of her driving me so wild, I think I might cum the moment I’m inside her.
“I need you,” I grunt, moving my hips back and forth so my cock slides against her folds. “Right fucking now.”
She clings to my shoulders, her nails digging in as I push up, my length finding her sweet hole and sliding right inside. She cries out, my thick cock sliding deep into her wet pussy, tearing through her walls as I release a growl against her neck.
“Fuck, this pussy was made for me,” I grunt, thrusting hard and fast. “You hear me? Fucking made for me.”
“Yes, all yours,” Stella moans, moving her hip to allow the angle to deepen. I pound into her and her sultry eyes connect with mine. “Mmmmmhmmmm… Oh yes, yes. Fuck me, Samuel. Yes, please…”
I pull my hips back and slam back inside with all my force. Stella screams and I grip her ass, digging my claws in so her body presses hard up against mine. I’m already teetering on the edge, she feels so fucking good.
I can feel her body trembling beneath me, my strong frame holding her steady as her nails rake down my back, leaving a trail of fire that only spurs me to go faster, deeper. The sound of our bodies slapping together fills the enclosed space, somewhere in the depths of the ship, our passion finally allowed to spill over.
“Fuck, Stella,” I growl, my voice thick with lust. I can feel her walls squeezing me, and I know she’s close, so fucking close. “You’re so damn tight. I’m gonna fuck this pussy for the next two weeks straight. You hear me?”
Her head falls back, exposing the delicate curve of her throat. I can’t resist. I bite the tender skin, sucking hard so it leaves a mark when I pull back. She gaps, her body clenching around my cock as her cries rise in pitch.
“Cum for me,” I demand, my voice a raw command as I slam into her harder. “Cum all over my cock, baby. I need to feel your sweet juices all over me.”
She bucks beneath me, her body writhing in a desperate attempt to take me over the edge with her. She tightens and I do exactly that, her pussy milking my cock. It’s all I can do to hold onto her as we fall into each others arms, our orgasms so powerful I swear the entire fucking ship rocks from side to side.
The pleasure is blinding, and as we fall down from the climax, our limbs are a tangled mess. We’re both panting, trying to catch our breath as we dress again.
“That was incredible,” Stella murmurs, her voice laced with satisfaction.
I smirk and buckle my belt. “Come back to my cabin.”
She smiles and twists her dress so it falls perfectly over her sexy body again. “Are you asking me or telling me?”
I chuckle and step in closer, my hand sliding down her every curve until I’m gripping her bountiful ass. “That’s up to you, but either way, you’re coming with me.”
“Again?” she winks, and I can’t help but laugh.
Two weeks on a cruise ship? With this girl?
Maybe it won’t be enough, after all.