Chapter 4
The day had passed quickly and enjoyably. They’d passed the day exactly as one should on a cruise: they ate when they were hungry, drank when they were thirsty, and dozed side by side in the warm sun.
They had turned the loungers so that they were side by side but facing each other. Trey glanced at Jenn, her head turned slightly to the side and face mostly covered by her hat. He smiled tenderly. She needed this. The last several months, he knew she’d been working herself to death on a merger at work. He also knew that she had a strict policy of not taking work home with her, which she observed religiously. Unfortunately, during times like this, that meant that she mostly never went home, or even up for air. Or rather, she did, but it was only a pitstop, long enough for her to change the tires, refuel, and get back out onto the track. She had good reason to be exhausted.
His phone buzzed.
Trey flipped the phone over.
Any progress? the message read.
Trey typed his response:
Not yet. Still haven’t nailed down anywhere with enough space and privacy to make it work.
Shall we just forget it?
No, just give me more time. I have one lead, but it’s tentative.
Jenn stirred, breaking Trey from his conversation.
“Good morning, Sleeping Beauty.”
“How long was I out?” Jenn pushed herself further upright on the lounger.
Trey rushed to finish a followup message:
I’ll keep you posted.
He dropped the phone casually to his chest. “Not too long. Maybe half an hour?”
Jenn turned her face to his, letting her head fall back on the lounger contentedly. “Mmm. I don’t know why I’m so tired.”
Trey laughed. “You wanna talk about it?”
Jenn held her hand up, cutting him off. “Nope. Rule number one.”
Trey opened and closed his mouth, uncertain whether he should say anything more.
“But—.”
“Trey, I did not fly to the coast, board a ship filled with horny, waiting-to-be-drunk adults, and cross an entire ocean only to talk about stuff at home.”
She lifted her head and sought out his hand. He squeezed her fingers reassuringly. “I came out here to eat, sleep…,” she looked around coyly. “And fuck,” she whispered.
Trey smiled, but it was tinged, internally at least, with a little bit of sadness. How was he supposed to argue with that? And yet…
“So far, I’ve done just enough of the first, far too much of the second, and absolutely none of the third.” She lowered her sunglasses and peered over the top at him. “A problem I aim to rectify as soon as possible.”
“Jenn, I…”
She looked at him, worry beginning to temper the smile on her face.
He chickened out. “I’m just really glad you’re here.”
“Aww. You’re so sweet.” She leaned forward and puckered her lips. Trey mirrored her, moving forward so that their lips touched. Trey went to move away, but Jenn’s hand snatched out, pulling the back of his head toward her. Her lips spread, allowing her tongue to stroke his lips, begging entrance. Despite himself, Trey leaned forward, his own hand seeking a place on her ribcage.
Jenn pulled back slightly, taking a look around them. They’d chosen a place on the rear deck of the ship this afternoon, and it had begun to empty as people went inside to prepare for their various dinner plans. They nearly had the entire deck to themselves.
Jenn smiled mischievously, then moved Trey’s hand up from her rib cage to her breast. Biting her lip suggestively, she slowly guided Trey’s hand inside the open top of her romper. Trey shivered, then glanced around the deck guiltily as his pants got unbelievably tight around his groin.
“Jenn!”
“Just humor me. I’ve wanted you all day long. I saw you when I walked on deck this morning…” Jenn glanced at the growing bulge in Trey’s lap. “And I see you now.” She leaned forward until her lips nearly touched Trey’s, then spoke in a seductive whisper, “I know you want me. There’s nothing keeping us from going back to my room and making love until we both drop out of exhaustion. What do you say?”
Trey could feel Jenn’s heart hammering in her chest in his hand, beneath her breast.
“Please, just don’t make me wait any longer,” Jenn groaned breathlessly.
Trey’s determination crumbled, and he found himself wanting to give in, wanting to forgo the plan, call off the whole thing, and just give Jenn what she wanted tonight.
Without fully realizing it, Trey found himself nodding in agreement.
It was all the encouragement Jenn needed. She leaped up from the lounger, catching her sandals through the straps at the heels on two fingers, and seized Trey’s hand with her other hand.
Trey couldn't help but let himself be swept up in her fervor, pushing himself to his feet and following after her as she ran barefoot along the deck, sandals and breasts bouncing as she went.
When they reached the elevator bank, Jenn tapped the button, her grip on Trey’s hand tightening in proportion to her rising impatience. When one of them dinged, the arrow above it lighting up, Jenn began to rush forward toward the opening doors, but stopped when a group of three sunbathers moved toward it. Trey heard her swear under breath, then say, too loud, “No problem, we’ll get the next one.”
“Are you sure? There’s plenty of room!” one of the young women called out helpfully.
“We’ll get the next one, thanks!”
The girls stared out of the closing doors, and Trey shrugged, smiling awkwardly. Their giggles were cut off by the closing doors.
As soon as they heard the lift begin moving, Jenn began her feverish tapping of the call button, muttering repeatedly to herself, “Come on, come on.”
“Hey, what’s your rush?” Trey tried to laugh, but it turned into a yell as Jenn yanked him toward the ding of the next arriving elevator. The doors opened, and Jenn surged forward then nearly tripped over herself as a small group filed off.
Trey tried to smile, knowing the disembarking passengers were receiving no such nicetie from Jenn. When the last person had left the car, Jenn darted in, yanking Trey in with her, then turned and rushed to push the “12” button, then the door close button as if her life depended on it.
“Can you hold the elevator?” a voice called from out of sight in the hallway.
“Oh, shoot, I don’t know how to do that! Plus, I had a lot to eat today; it might not hold us all, sorry!” Jenn lied as the doors closed.
The moment they sealed, Jenn turned to Trey, pushed him up against the back wall, and pulled his face down to hers.
Her tongue searched for his with an intensity that threatened to take Trey’s breath away. He found his body responding nearly of its own volition. He did want her, maybe even as much as she wanted him. His hands sought out the smoothness of her neck, then slid slowly to her chest, pushing tentatively beneath the fabric of her romper to caress her lightly, tracing her collarbones their full length out to the softness of her shoulders.
Jenn shivered beneath his fingertips, pulling away from his lips momentarily to gasp, catch her breath, and begin to untuck his white linen shirt from his pants, fumbling with the buttons. Trey kissed the top of her head, exhaling loudly between kisses.
All too soon, the elevator dinged. They scrambled apart, straightening shirts and hair, but the hallway was empty.
“Come on,” Jenn gasped, pulling Trey out of the lift. They only got as far as the junction of the hallway before Jenn turned around, pulling Trey’s arms around her back and leaping to wrap her legs around his waist, burying her face in the crook of his neck.
Trey responded in kind, squeezing her ass and pulling her tighter against his waist, feeling the curving softness of her chest push against his own, her heart throbbing behind it as they stumbled down the hallway.
Trey could barely focus as he lurched down the hall, Jenn beginning to unbutton his shirt and kissing his chest as it became exposed.
He stumbled against a door, and Jenn reached for her key, this time tucked in the tiny pocket on the back of the romper. She flicked the card in the reader, only to have the device give a short buzz and flash a tiny red light.
“Ugh! Come on.” Jenn tried again, still clasping Trey tightly with her legs as he kissed her neck, sliding toward her chest.
The lock gave another buzz and flash of error, just as the door opened.
Trey surged upright and heard Jenn gasp as her feet unlatched and she dropped unsteadily to the floor.
Together, they exchanged surprised looks with the young man holding the door in uncomfortable shock.
“I think you have the wrong room,” he mumbled, looking at the floor.
Trey glanced across the hall. His room, 12360. The number on the open door: 12361. He’d miscounted.
“I am so sorry—,” Trey began.
“Have a good night!” Jenn called out, already pulling Trey next door. She slid the card through the lock, pushed open the door, pulled Trey inside behind her, and had it closed before Trey ever even heard the one next door click.
Jenn locked and latched the door, then flipped on the lights. Her breathing was ragged as she turned to face Trey.
She didn't say anything, and neither did he. For a moment, they simply looked at each other, multiple top buttons undone, chests heaving, both their faces and chests flushed.
They came together in a rush, both sets of hands feeling their way to each other’s chests. More buttons were undone, exposing more flushed skin. Jenn shrugged as Trey undid the belt and pushed the sleeves of her romper down off her shoulders, getting temporarily caught on her elbows.
She left the last buttons of Trey’s shirt still buttoned, lowering her forearms so that the romper slid down to her waist, her heavy breasts splashing back into place as they were freed. Before she could pull her wrists out of the sleeves, Trey seized a handful of the material at the small of her back, pinning her hands to her hips.
“This okay?” he whispered, the corners of his mouth turning up the hairs of his mustache as he smiled.
“Yeah,” the word was a light breathy exhale as she stared up at him, begging him to go on.
Jenn’s breathing both deepened and quickened as Trey lowered into a squat, putting his face level with her heaving chest.
He paused, his face inches away from the soft white skin of her breasts, just staring. She could feel his warm breath move the tiny blonde hairs on her chest, and she shivered, breathing and smiling in delight and anticipation.
Still holding her hands pinned with her romper, with his free hand, Trey traced the outline of one large breast, starting almost at her throat, following the swell atop her sternum, then lightly tracing the seam where it rested against her ribs, and finally continuing on up and into her armpit.
Under the light, feathery soft touch of his fingertip, Jenn’s nipples grew hard and erect, like two tiny beige thimbles.
After tracing a similar brushing track on the other side of her chest, Trey stood, their bodies forced close together due to his hand still clenched on Jenn’s romper. Gently, tenderly, he cupped her massive left breast (the slightly larger of the two) in his large hand. It completely filled his palm. She thrilled at the warmth of his hands. Such warm hands!
Trey moaned softly, almost to himself.
“I love your folds,” he whispered. His hand slid from her breast to the crease where it met her armpit. She squirmed slightly; she had always had ticklish armpits. She smiled at him as their eyes met.
“I’m ticklish,” she whispered.
“I know,” he whispered back. She could feel the heat from his chest, thought she could hear the pounding of his heart. Or was that hers?
His hand moved slower, gentler, but with persistence until it cupped the flesh where her breast and armpit met.
“I love this fold.” His hand slid downward and onto her back, tracing the soft ridges on either side of her spine.
“These,” he continued.
His hand dropped lower still, until it was filled with one of the love handles at her waist. “This fold.”
As his hand caressed lightly toward her stomach, she fidgeted slightly, and he held her gaze, tightening his hold on the romper. His hand cupped the bulge where her belly began to pooch out from her thigh. She blinked and swallowed, but Trey’s gaze never faltered as he worshiped her. When she stilled beneath his touch, he whispered, “This one.” She blinked again, and this time it forced a tear out.
Without a word, Trey pulled her close, her chest pressing to his, the open shirt hanging on only by the last few buttons. He slowly let go of the romper and brought that arm up into her armpit, pulling her tighter into him. The other hand stayed firmly fixed on the bulge of Jenn’s belly, the belly she fought so hard to love some days.
Jenn wrapped her released arms around Trey’s neck, both of them adjusting so that they could steadily enjoy the embrace. How did he know? How did he know that today was a difficult day, a day when she felt less than beautiful in this skin she had to live in?
The hand still cupped around her belly pivoted, adjusting to the new angle of their bodies, but remaining solidly shielding around her.
Jenn sniffed, using her hands to wipe cold tears from her eyes.
“You okay?” His check in was faint, as if he were afraid he was interrupting.
She laughed, wiped the last of her tears, pulled away his long hair, and took another long sniff, this one at the nape of his neck. God, he smelled good. It wasn’t even shampoo or body wash. Here, it was just a slight mix of sweat and the natural oils of his skin and hair. It was positively intoxicating.
She let go of his neck and pushed him back to arm’s length. His one hand dropped to the small of her naked back. The other never budged from her stomach.
“Less talking, less crying, more loving,” she whispered with a tight smile. “I think I like where you were going with this.”
Trey smiled, and tenderly planted a light kiss on her eager lips.
“Like I was saying,” Trey began again. “I love this one…” The hand on her belly gave one last squeeze, then slowly migrated to her rear.
Jenn watched as Trey’s eyes lit up and he pretended to be surprised when his hand plunged into the romper and didn’t encounter any panties.
“Oh!” He exclaimed quietly, almost a squeak.
“Oh, as if you didn’t know,” she said mock-accusingly.
Trey scoffed. “Of course I knew! You don’t get as fine an outline of an ass as that by rocking panties!”
With that, his hand forced quickly the rest of the way inside the romper to cup one of her cheeks, right down where it formed a seam with her thigh. He hefted it in his hand a few times, the motion reverberating throughout her entire body.
“Oh, my God,” she groaned, sagging her head against his chest. “It is so big!”
“It is so big!” Trey echoed excitedly. “And I love it so very much!” he hissed.
He planted a quick kiss on the top of her head.
She looked up at him, her smile expectant. “Anything else?” she asked teasingly.
“Oh, yeah!” he whispered enthusiastically.
In a rush, both his hands swept the crumpled romper to her knees, from which it fell quietly to the floor.
Now completely naked, Jenn shivered slightly, whether from cold or anticipation, she couldn’t tell. Her stomach was in a tight knot. Good God, it has been so long! Long enough that it almost felt like a first time.
Jenn leaned into that feeling, leaning into the thrill of anticipation, excitement, and just a little bit of nervousness. She briefly remembered her actual first time, and almost laughed out loud.
The warm clasping of Trey’s hand over her vulva, thumb and pinky fingers tracing the seams where her sex met her thighs, brought Jenn back to the moment. This magical, exquisite moment.
“I definitely love this one,” Trey said, then gently laid her down on the edge of the bed, her knees several inches from the edge. Without a word, Trey took a moment to tie his hair back from his face, then pressed his lips to hers, using them to pull at her lower lip, then brought them together, parting them slightly to allow his tongue to dance across hers.
They kissed for several seconds more, the hand Trey wasn’t supporting himself with dancing lightly across her naked body, fingertips grazing everywhere, pinching a nipple here, massaging a thigh there.
Jenn felt hot, flushed, and eager all over. Her fingers fumbled blindly at his shirt until she managed to undo the final two buttons, then spread the halves apart, pushing it down over his shoulders. He let up only for a moment to take it all the way off, but that moment felt like a lifetime to Jenn. She pulled him back to her hungrily, forcing her tongue into his mouth.
When her hands began fumbling with his belt, his free hand stopped her, holding her wrists together.
Both of them breathing heavily, Trey breathed, “I have a better idea.”
With that, he pushed up on top of her, both arms supporting himself as he lowered his face enough to kiss her delicately on the lips.
She knew where this was headed. She closed her eyes and smiled. She was looking forward to this.
He kissed her cheek, her jaw, then slowly kissed his way down her body until he had dropped off the edge of the bed, and his head was over her belly button. He paused. When she looked down, curious as to why he’d stopped, she realized he was asking for permission, removing his glasses and allowing his eyes to bore up into hers. She smiled and closed her eyes again, turning up toward the ceiling. She nodded, mentally preparing herself.
With that nod, that affirmation of consent, he took her.
Jenn gasped as his tongue began working inside her, prodding, caressing, tickling.
Trey was perfect, years of practice coming to a beautiful head. He used her body itself as feedback. He responded to every arch of her back, every hitch in her breathing, each quiet moan, knowing just when to let up, when to go harder, and when to switch it up.
The buildup was steady, the pressure sharp and intense. After three months, Jenn was in no mood to draw things out. As she drew closer to that precipice, she gasped, her breath catching as she approached.
When she climaxed, she stopped breathing altogether, pushing him out and away so that she could draw her legs together. Again, he needed no instruction. Throwing himself on the bed next to her, Trey slipped a single finger between her legs and gently continued to stroke the nub at the apex of her vulva. Wave after wave of shivers and intense pleasure washed over her, finally releasing her breath with a gasp and buckling her knees.
When the waves subsided, she put a hand on his hand and held it still. Knowing she was done, he let the hand cup her, gently taking the mound of her pussy inside his large, warm palm and laid his head on her chest. She held him there, watching his head rise and fall with each of her breaths.
He turned to look up at her with his incorrigible, winning grin. “Round two?” he suggested quietly.
Jenn shook her head, still breathing hard. “Your turn. Get a condom.” She pointed to her suitcase in the closet. “Top front pocket.”
Trey pushed off the bed, replaced his glasses, and leaned down to kiss her forehead. He walked toward the closet, and Jenn scooted herself up further onto the bed.
When he bent to pick up his shirt, she didn’t think anything of it. But when he slipped his arms into it, then turned to face her and backed to the door, Jenn scrunched her face in confusion.
“What are you doing?”
“It’s a long cruise. Gotta leave you wanting more, otherwise you’ll get tired of me.” He smiled, pulling the door handle.
Jenn laughed in confusion. He had to be joking. “Are you serious? Get back here!”
He undid the latch and pulled the door handle, releasing the dead bolt, and opened the door.
Jenn scrambled, pulling the comforter up to cover her. “What the hell?” she whispered. “Where are you going?”
“Come over when you’re dressed, and we’ll go grab some dinner!”
“Trey!”
“You’re beautiful!”
As the door clicked shut, Jenn continued to stare at it in equal parts confusion, disappointment, and annoyance.
“What the hell?” she breathed.