Chapter 10 Locke
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Locke
My plan was foolproof—except that I couldn’t move because the cleaning equipment would bang around too much, and I didn’t want to explain myself to a furious captain if he found out he had a stowaway.
The cupboard wasn’t even in a good spot, but it was the best I could do, since I’d snuck on only minutes before Chris and Kamirah did. I looked through the vent in the cupboard door and watched as the desserts were placed under cloches. Dinner had been served thirty minutes ago.
Chris’s deep chuckle and Kamirah’s musical laughter floated in on the breeze.
They were like twin suns, and I was in their orbit, powerless to pull away.
Not that I wanted to. Like during the hours before the sun crested the horizon at dawn, I had to bide my time and wait for the right moment.
Once the captain and other staff made themselves scarce, I would chase the warmth of my stars.
Finally, after what felt like hours, the captain and chef called out their good nights and walked past me to their quarters.
Chris and Kamirah had told me that they were sailing around the islands at sunset, then the catamaran would dock in the next sheltered bay beyond the one where the main resort was nestled.
The island was at its lowest elevation there, so it made sense to watch a meteor shower from it.
They were returning to the resort the next morning once the tides were high again.
We hadn’t moved for some time now, and I’d heard the anchor drop. So whatever happened tonight, I was swimming back to shore, then walking to my bure.
I eased the cupboard open, slipped out, shut it gently, and slid my mask down in place. I crept into the dimly lit galley, waiting until I had the perfect view of Chris’s and Kamirah’s profiles.
Then I switched the mask on.
Chris immediately turned his face, and I watched his sharp inhale and the way he licked his lower lip before biting down on it. Kam spun around so quickly, her wild waves flicked out in an arc behind her. She gasped, and her eyes widened in shock. She brought her hand to her chest.
His fork forgotten, Chris dropped it onto the plate, the clatter ringing out in the quiet of the night. Then he stood, the chair scraping on the slip-resistant deck. He toed out of his Vans at the same time as he reached behind his head and tugged off the dark polo shirt he was wearing.
I stalked closer, and Chris silently removed a few small packages from his pocket, dropped them on the table, then unbuttoned his tan chinos and shoved them and his underwear down his thick thighs.
I swallowed hard, the sight catching me off guard.
He was so fucking beautiful. Every muscle on his body was sculped to perfection.
But it was his confidence that called to me.
The absolute certainty that I would be able to give him what he wanted melted my brain.
He stepped out of his clothes and peeled off his socks before tossing them at the pile.
My feet were frozen to the spot, my heart beating so hard in my chest, I was surprised they couldn’t hear the thud, thud, thud of it.
Chris’s dick was hardening, and the way he leisurely stroked it had me licking my lips.
I wanted to taste him. I wanted to taste both of them.
“No running, little prey?” I rasped.
“Not tonight,” he replied, in an almost cocky tone. It was so different to the uncertainty he’d revealed the night before. “Tonight, I have a request.”
“And what's that?” I asked, palming my own rock-hard dick.
“We both fuck my wife.”
I looked Kamirah up and down and hummed, my dick—much like myself—growing more excited by the moment.
“Stand up, sweet thing,” I ordered.
She did, and I palmed my cock, trying to calm it down so I didn’t lose it too early. Fuck me, that willingness to follow my commands was the hottest thing I’d ever experienced.
She was wearing an ankle-length, high-necked, bottle green dress that was flowy and loose the whole way down. It highlighted all of Kamirah’s best assets within her shapely figure—that arse and her beautiful legs.
“You both dressed up tonight,” I praised.
“I’d love to peel you out of your dress, but I want to watch you strip more,” I told Kamirah, my voice a strained rasp even to my own ears.
I gave into the temptation to touch them and stepped in close, then ran my hand down Chris’s back to his firm arse and palmed it.
“Mine,” I murmured, and he groaned, his cock flexing and a drop of precum pooling at the slit.
I reached for it, swiped it off with my thumb, then rubbed it on Kamirah’s bottom lip.
She quivered at my touch, her soft exhale and the warmth of her tongue as she licked at her lip sending me into overdrive.
“Get naked, Kamirah. Show me how much you want me inside you.”
She untied the bow at her nape and gathered the skirt in her hands before stripping off her dress without hesitation.
As it floated to the deck, I looked my fill at her gorgeous body.
She stood before me, confident and alluring.
Like a siren, she called to me. The only clothing that remained on her perfect body was a pair of black cotton bikini briefs.
“You know what they say about black panties?” I asked, fingering the edge of the material.
“No,” she whispered breathlessly. Her nipples were hard, and her chest rose and fell quickly.
“You want to fuck.” I smirked at the way her pupils flared, and she inhaled sharply. “You want that, sweet thing? You want Chris and me in your pretty pussy and your tight ass?”
“Yes,” she breathed and cupped my length through my jeans. “I really want to feel what Chris felt when you fucked his ass.”
Goddamn. She was the hottest woman I’d ever seen—everything about her was delectable from that luscious arse and those thick legs to her perfect small handfuls of breasts, the freckles on her pale skin, her fiery red hair and matching pubes, and that wicked mouth.
There was no doubt I was an arse man. Hockey butts were…
mmm. Firm and round. Chris’s was absolutely biteable.
But Kamirah’s was a whole other level of perfection.
Those dimples, the wobble each time I had thrust inside her, and the zero thigh gap were pure sex.
Watching her walk to me that morning on the beach had been an exercise in restraint.
Now I was going to slide between those sexy-as-sin cheeks until she screamed. I was luckiest bloke on the planet.
“I want that too,” I murmured.
Chris stepped in behind her and cupped her breasts, flicking his thumbs over the hard peaks of her nipples while he kissed a trail up her neck.
I licked my lips, wishing I could lose the mask and taste every inch of her. Instead, I ran the backs of my fingers along her jaw and tilted her face up to mine. She couldn’t see my eyes from behind the mask, but her stare was unwavering. “Can’t wait to be balls deep inside you.”
She moaned, and with my free hand, I ran my fingertip down her chest between her breasts, over her belly, and between those perfect legs to her wet pussy. I rubbed my fingers in her juices, and her eyelids fluttered, her head falling back against Chris’s shoulder.
“Good girl. You’re so wet for us already.”
She whimpered when I prodded her pussy, slipping my fingertips inside her.
“Now, boy, over to the railing. Let's give our sweet thing the perfect view of the stars while we fuck her.”
Chris reached for the table, snatched up the sachets of lube and condoms, passed them to me, then led his wife over to the railing.
He cupped her face and kissed her deeply, their tongues tangling and their bodies swaying together.
When he pulled back, Kamirah looked dazed, her pupils blown and her lips shiny wet.
Chris kissed his way down her body, licking and nibbling her nipples as he gripped her hips and held her steady.
She threaded her fingers through his hair, pulling some of the strands out of the loose bun, and directed him down onto his knees.
I watched as he buried his face in her pussy.
I rubbed the heel of my hand against my aching erection as his tongue snaked out to lick her folds.
He caught her clit between his lips and sucked, and Kamirah cried out, grinding her hips against his face as he devoured her.
I wanted to be a part of it, of them.
I stalked over to her, unzipped my jeans, and pulled my cock out, rolled on the rubber, then slid it between her legs along her inner thighs. The juices from her pussy coated my dick, and I pumped my hips forward, sliding along her opening.
Kamirah moaned again, and I gripped her hips, one hand covering Chris’s.
He interlaced our fingers but nudged her legs apart.
I grunted at the loss of the tight clasp of her thighs on my cock, then moaned as Chris licked Kam’s pussy, the tip of his tongue prodding my slit through the condom as he did.
Chris slid his hand up and curled a few fingers around my cock, sliding the others inside Kam. “Oh fuck,” I breathed as Kamirah moaned. She was writhing between us, riding Chris’s face and fingers and pushing back against me.
Chris groaned. “That’s it, baby, come on my face.”
She cried out, and I punched my hips forward, forcing Chris’s fingers deeper into her and his mouth harder against her pussy. I lifted our joined hands and pressed Chris’s hand to her breast. He caught on quickly, untangling our fingers and plucking her nipple.
I did the same to her other breast and wrapped my free hand around her throat, squeezing gently.
Her breath caught, and I growled, “I may not have chased you tonight, but I’ll still fuck you like I did.
I’ll pin you down and slide my dick into your ass like I fucked your sweet little pussy in the bush.
You’ll come so hard on our cocks that you’ll milk the cum from our balls.
We’ll paint you in it, mark you so you know exactly who owns you. ”