Flings & Farewells
KALLIE
”More.”
One word, gasped and demanded until the first rays of sunlight crept through the window.
Evren ravished me in every way imaginable, again and again, his appetite for me endless—his goal: my pleasure. And pleasure he gave me…
I saw galaxies ignite, flare, and collapse into supernovas behind my eyelids. Never in my life have I experienced such complete, utter, all-consuming ecstasy. I hadn’t known my body was capable of it.
At some point, exhaustion claimed me. Or maybe it was euphoria. Potentially both. Or I actually blacked out from coming so much. At any rate, I find myself gingerly stretching, my body filled with the most incredibly satisfying ache.
As I arch my back, a strong arm tugs me closer to a warm body.
Evren.
“Morning, Doll,” he groans in a deep, sleepy voice.
I can’t help the slight chuckle that escapes me. “Do you still say good morning if it’s actually afternoon?”
“Morning somewhere,” he responds, tracing his fingertips lightly down my side. A shiver rips through, and a soft sigh escapes me before I can stop it.
I hum my agreement as Evren takes my hand and brings it to his lips to kiss. I internally swoon.
We’re quiet for a moment, and my mind uses that space to race through the millions of things I could say.
Thank you for the best night of my life.
You’ve officially ruined me for every man that comes after you.
I would not be opposed to doing this again.
I don’t want this to be over.
A million things, each no less daunting than the next. In the end, I go with the simplest.
“So,” I begin as Evren continues to run his fingertips along my body, “what happens now?” I try to keep my tone light and casual despite the maelstrom of emotions I can’t explain swirling inside me.
Evren pauses for a moment but quickly resumes his path. “What happens now is we order room service, and while we wait for it, I run us a bath and clean you up. Then we eat and see if you’re still capable of walking.” He finishes kissing my shoulder.
I laugh and turn over in his embrace. It’s hard to see in the darkness of the room, but I can just make out the outline of his profile.
“Cocky much?” I ask, running my fingertip along the ridge of his nose.
“Confident,” he states, snatching my finger and nipping it playfully. “Watch your eyes, Doll.” He says.
I bury my face in his chest and close my eyes as he shifts to the side. When I peek them open, the side lamp is on. I look up to find him studying me.
“Confident or cocky, that’s not what I meant,” I say softly.
He gathers me in his arms and slides me onto his chest, playing with my wild hair while I stare at his handsome face.
“Confident,” he reiterates with a self-satisfied smile, “and I know. Kallie, we both know what this is. Two strangers on a ship. Sun, sea, and bad decisions.” He says with a casual, matter-of-fact tone that I don’t think is wholly genuine.
“Good decision, especially after you saved me,” I say softly.
His expression softens before he quietly says, “Best decisions I’ve made in a long time. But there’s a clock ticking. Once this cruise is done, we both go back to reality, the lives we had before we boarded.”
“I know,” I sigh, looking away, my gaze poetically falling to the bedside clock, as I try to push away the sting in my chest. Knowing that we’re on a timeline, that I won’t see him again once the cruise ends, makes my heart ache.
Evren crooks his finger and slides it under my chin, bringing my eyes back to his. “I want to make the most of that time, Kallie. I want to spend what’s left of this cruise with you.”
“I want that too,” I say as a lump forms in my throat for no good reason.
He shoots me a smile that highlights his dimples. “Then we agree…a cruise fling. No strings, no expectations. Just you and me until we hit the dock.”
I swallow around the lump in my throat and give him the best smile I can fake. “You and me until the dock,” I repeat, though the words feel hollow.
Evren pulls me up his chest and captures my lips to seal our agreement. I let my focus fall to the feeling of his hands roaming my body and the possessive way his tongue tangles with mine to push the sad thoughts and feelings away.
We break apart, both flushed and panting. Evren tucks a rogue whisp of hair behind my ear just before his stomach makes the loudest rumble I have ever heard…or felt.
I burst into a fit of laughter. “Oh my god, I have never felt the vibrations of someone’s stomach growling,” I say between bouts of giggles. “How is that even possible?”
Evren smiles and playfully slaps my ass. “Demon, Doll. And this demon has worked up an appetite after the sexcapades of last night.”
I laugh again and reach over to the nightstand where a menu for room service sits. Evren turns me onto my back so I’m pressed to his chest and wraps his arms around me so we can both look at the menu.
It’s such an innocent and common-sense move, and yet it has me swooning all over again. This is the kind of intimacy I craved with Matt and never got. He wasn’t affectionate or a cuddler. Well, not with me anyway. But Evren…he’s so many things I wanted in a partner—cruise fling, I remind myself.
As soon as we place our order, Evren scoops me into his arms and carries me to the bathroom, where he sets me on the counter.
“What are you doing?” I ask curiously.
His en-suite is larger than mine, which, given that he’s a monster and fucking massive, makes sense.
He walks to the bathtub, which could easily fit three of me, and turns on the water.
Reaching up to a shelf, he grabs bath salts and a bottle that he pours into the running water; the air perfumes with eucalyptus and citrus.
As he places the bottle back on the shelf, he looks over his shoulder and simply says, “Cleaning you up, Doll. I made a mess of you last night, something I fully intend on doing again tonight and every night until,” he pauses for a minute before continuing, “before we dock. I need to make sure you’re okay and properly cared for after we fuck like maniacs. ”
There’s a wicked, satisfied smile on his face as he turns back to the tub and bends over to check the water's temperature.
Fuck me sideways and six ways from Sunday.
I was too busy getting wrecked to fully appreciate the utter piece of art that is Evren’s cock.
It swings between his muscular thighs like a damn bat.
It’s a darker shade of crimson than his skin color, with large black veins twisting their way around.
The tip is mushroomed, flared, and brushes halfway down his thigh!
My mind tries…and fails to compute how in the fuck all that fit into my pussy.
And also, how much of that glorious cock I could choke on.
“You okay with hot water, Doll?” Evren asks, straightening and walking back over to me.
“If it’s not scalding, it’s not hot enough,” I laugh. I adore screaming hot water. Evren smiles and scoops me up, returning to the tub to step in and gently lower us down.
The water feels exquisite on my aching body, and as more of me submerges, I melt into Evren, who sets me between his legs. When the water creeps up to my neck, I sigh happily.
“You okay, Doll? Evren asks as he gently begins to knead my shoulders.
“Perfect.”
I don’t know how long we’re in the bath, but it’s long enough for Evren to massage my arms, back, and legs and wash my hair. It’s the most luxurious and sensual bath I’ve ever taken, and I don’t think I’ll ever be able to take another one because, much like sex, I’m ruined for it without Evren.
When we finish, and after he dries us both, I take my first stab at actual walking.
I manage not to fall over, but the slight wobble brings a chuckle and that self-satisfied smirk back to Evren’s lips.
Our room service arrives, and we devour it in record time.
I throw on my dress from last night, and we make our way to my suite so I can quickly change and our cruise fling can continue.
It’s always surprising to me how quickly time passes when you’re happy and having fun as opposed to when you're miserable.
Every day since our date has been almost the same. We wake up in either my room or Evren’s. Evren insists on taking care of me by running us a bath or a shower, and we clean up after the previous night’s epic sex.
Because the sex…the sex is constant and nothing short of epic. Every. Single. Night.
After we’ve cleaned up, we head to the other person's room for a quick change and start our day. And oh, what days we have had.
Breakfast in bed or in a cafe that serves the most delicious coffee with a cinnamon crumb cake creamer that we are both now completely addicted to.
Comedy shows that had us both laughing tears.
Dancing until my feet hurt so bad, Evren had to carry me back to the room—not that he complained.
Lounging poolside with cocktails and good conversation.
We even went back to the casino and hit a winning streak playing roulette, of all games.
And that was on the ship.
We left the boat a few times to visit the small islands nearby. Walking through small markets hand in hand. Splashing in the surf on white sand beaches. And every night, after a marathon of sex, we fall asleep tangled up in each other and wake the same way.
It’s been the best 10 days of my life.
And tonight it all ends.
A tear slips down my cheek before I can rein in my emotions. You and me until the dock. That was the agreement. No strings, no expectations.
I’m in my room, glamming myself up for tonight’s farewell gala.
I saved my best dress, well, the best dress Mel packed me, for last. Evren wanted to get ready together after spending the afternoon making me scream his name, climax after climax.
But I wanted to surprise him on our last night together, so I sent him to his room with instructions to pick me up for the gala.
I swipe the tear away as my phone buzzes on the table.
Mel: Hey, Cruise Queen! Ready for the big gala?
Me: Just about
Mel: Give me details! I need to live through you, damn it!
Mel: And you better be ready to spill all the hot details of your hot demon sex life
Me:
Mel: I will PRY it out of you bitch
Me: LOL
Me: Do you want details, or are you going to continue making demands from the land
Mel:
Mel: Details
Me: Loose hair with a braid on each side to keep it out of my face—makeup…hold on
I take a quick selfie of my makeup with a wicked sharp wing liner and send it her way.
Me: Dress is going on in a sec
Mel: STUNNING
Mel: How are you doing with this being the last night?
My fingers hesitate over the letters. I’ve talked to Mel here and there since hooking up with Evren. I’ve tried to keep it light when talking about him, but my sister knows me. She can tell I really like him.
Me: I’m okay. Trying not to dwell and just enjoy the night
Me: Thank you. For everything. This cruise has been amazing
Mel: You’re welcome, sister. Have fun tonight. Love you
Me: I will. Love you too
With a long exhale, I stand and go into the bathroom to slip on my dress, letting the silky material caress my skin.
It’s a shimming gold sleeveless dress with a plunging neckline, a cutout in front that reaches my navel, and a plunge in the back that skims just above my ass.
The skirt is pleated with a slit that borders on scandalous.
I remember buying it on impulse, thinking how stunning it was, but never having the occasion or confidence to wear it. What possessed Mel to pack it, I have no idea, but I’m so happy she did.
I’m not ashamed of my curves or my plus-sized figure, but being with Evren has bolstered that confidence.
He makes me feel sexy in a way that I never imagined.
The way he touches me constantly, whether we’re in public or in a suite, how he growls at other males—monster or man—that stare at me, it’s not just sexy, it’s a fucking ego boost.
I’m just slipping on my shoes when there’s a knock at the door. I grab my purse and head to open the door.
“Hi,” I say as I open the door.
Evren looks devastating in his tux.
He takes me in from head to toe and back again, mouth hanging open like a cartoon.
“Kallie.”
The way he says my name, half plea, half feral growl, has my nipples puckering and my clit pulsing. He reaches for me, snagging my waist and tugging me until we’re pressed together and he can claim my lips.
It’s desperate, raw, and hungry.
“Fuck the gala,” he says when he releases my mouth. “Let’s stay here.” He kisses a path from my jaw to my throat, where he nips the side that makes me weak. Sliding his hand to my slit, he glides his hand up, up, up to grab a handful of my ass.
“Mmm, tempting,” I say breathlessly.
“More than tempting,” he says, making his way to the other side of my neck.
With monumental effort, I pull back. “Come on, hot stuff,” I say, grabbing his hand and leading him down the hallway.
“Fine,” he grumbles. “But we’re making out like horny teenagers every chance we get.”
I laugh as we get into the elevator, and true to his word, he pins me against the wall and we makeout like horny teens. It’s like that the entire night. We dance and kiss and laugh and dance some more until the last dance of the night, when the clock begins to strike twelve.
Evren and I are slow dancing as the chimes begin and the song begins to fade. He looks down at me with such tenderness, my nerves nearly break. I’ve been preparing for this moment since I made him leave me to get ready.
“This is where I turn into a pumpkin,” I say softly, cupping his face.
“Kallie,” He whispers, laying his hand on top of mine. There’s a flicker in his eyes, an unspoken emotion that my heart screams in longing. But mine holds to our no-strings agreement.
I shake my head and smile.
“Goodbye, Evren,” I say without the ache in my voice I feel in my chest.
He looks at me with a mixture of emotions dancing across his face. He opens his mouth and closes it before giving me a sweet smile. “Goodbye, Kallie.”
I step out of his arms, our hands trailing until there’s distance enough between us for them to fall away. I turn to go, but turn back quickly and step back into his space.
I grab his lapels and drag him down for one last passionate kiss. When I release him, I turn and weave my way through the remaining guests. I make it to my room before the tears begin to fall.
The next morning, I make it my personal mission not to look for him as I disembark from the ship. I find Mel’s car, quickly load my bags, and climb in.
With one last look at the ship, I turn my focus forward and back to my pre-cruise life. If only my heart would get on board with that plan.