Chapter 16
Jenn slid her keycard across the reader and pushed her cabin door open. She stepped across the threshold and beckoned Trey inside. “I’m so done waiting! Get in here.”
Trey laughed and slid past her into the dark hallway.
The door closed, plunging them into darkness.
“Where’s the light in here?” Trey asked, and Jenn could hear his hands running over the nearest wall, searching for the switch.
Jenn pulled the gloves from her hands, not caring that the fingers turned inside out, knowing she’d pay for it later. She didn’t care. She scrambled for the zipper and undid it, slipping the dress from her chest and shimmying it down over her hips. She heard Trey chuckle in the dark.
“What are you doing? Where’s the light?”
She kicked the heels off her feet, sending them flying through the dark to thud against the back wall.
“Jenn?” There was concern in Trey’s voice. “What was that? Are you okay?”
Jenn found him in the dark, let her hands run up across his back, over his shoulders, and slowly pushed her fingers under the lapel of his jacket, bringing it down off his shoulder.
“Oh!” Trey gave one of his pleasantly surprised little exclamations that Jenn loved so much and drew his arms out of the tuxedo jacket. Jenn threw it toward the door in the dark, so that neither of them would trip on it later. When Trey started to turn around, Jenn stopped him, pushing him gently against the wall.
“No,” she said gently but firmly. “Tonight, you do exactly as I say. Yes?”
“Yes,” Trey whispered. She felt his breath quicken in the rise and fall of his shoulders.
Good.
Jenn reached out and felt for the bowtie he’d replaced before leaving the Moonlight Lounge and slowly pulled it loose, then went immediately to undoing the buttons of his shirt, one after the other. She slid her fingers just far enough down the front of his pants that she could reach the hem of the shirt and pulled it up, untucking it. Trey stopped breathing while her hands were below his waistline.
She slid her hands down his arms, feeling her way in the dark, and undid the cufflinks there, then repeated the same thing on the other side. When she peeled the shirt back off his shoulders, it simply fell away, allowing her to kick it to join the jacket in the corner somewhere near the door.
Once more, her hands descended into his pants, this time to untuck the white undershirt tucked into his underwear. When Jenn let her fingers run through the curly, trimmed hairs between Trey’s legs on her way to free the shirt, Trey let out a quiet, wordless exhalation, pure want made breath. She smiled in the dark, her nipples growing hard at the sound.
She pulled the tee up and over his head, then threw it, too, in the direction of the door.
“Turn around,” she whispered.
Trey complied quickly, backing slowly away from her in the dark so as not to step on her feet, she assumed. She pushed him back against the wall, then slid her one hand on his chest slowly downward, trailing over his belly, across his thigh. She crouched in the dark, close enough that she could feel hairs on her head catching on his pants. She turned her head slightly, allowing it to brush where she now estimated his cock to be, letting him know where she was in the dark. Trey grunted from deep in his chest, his growing desire evident.
Jenn slid her hand all the way to his foot, where she untied his shoe, which was removed then tossed, along with the sock. She slid her hand upward, along the inside of his leg, and crossed over, gently running her fingertips across his balls in his pants, then down the other side, where she deftly removed the other shoe and sock.
Only his pants and underwear remained.
Jenn didn’t say anything, simply placed her hands on the bony crests of Trey’s waist beneath his flesh and turned him again in the dark. She guided his bare arms up, so that his hands pressed against the wall, then pulled him back far enough by his waist that his arms were fully extended, palms flat against the wall.
Still behind him, Jenn placed her hands flat against his belly, gently caressing the soft skin and light covering of hair there, then lowered her hands painfully slowly down to his pants, where she slowly and deliberately undid each button, clasp, and zipper. When they were loose, she let them fall, pushing them down past his ass in the back. He stepped out of them and kicked them toward the door, eagerness making his movements jerky and fast.
Finally, Jenn brought her hands slowly around the back, letting her fingernails drag lightly over the skin above his boxers. She hooked her thumbs beneath the hem and drew them down, cupping his cheeks with her hands in the process. The back pulled down, but the front got hung up, as she knew it would. The back of the boxers hooked beneath his bum; she danced her fingers across his flesh to address the hang up.
The strength of Trey’s erection held the boxers straight out and tight against his hips. Jenn allowed herself the teasing luxury of circling her fingers around Trey still inside his boxers. She let her hand drift, not rubbing, simply tracing its outline beneath the fabric. Trey groaned audibly.
“Oh, please!” he whispered.
“Shhh!” Jenn hushed. “I didn’t say you could speak.”
Trey didn’t say anything more, but beneath her hands, she could feel him trembling with anticipation. She placed both hands on his bare belly then slowly ran them both down, beneath the boxers, until she cupped his base in both hands. She slid them both slowly and lightly up his shaft, freeing him from the boxers. She let him go, guiding the boxers down over his hips and onto the floor. Trey didn’t move, obediently waiting for whatever came next.
With Trey now completely naked, Jenn wrapped her arms around him and pressed herself, cheek to calf, against him in the dark, letting him feel her and feeling him in turn. The warmth of his back pressed against her chest, pushing her tits apart. She wiggled slightly to adjust them to a more comfortable position, then stilled. His perpetually cold ass cheeks pressed against the warm skin of her belly and thighs, and she smiled at the chance to warm him. Their thighs and legs pressed together, warm and already slightly damp with sweat in the dark. She held him, his hands still on the wall, her cheek pressed to his shoulder, and let their breathing synchronize and deepen. She could feel his heartbeat faintly against her chest, hammering behind his ribs.
She held him that way for another several seconds, long enough that she could feel some of the tension leave his body, simply enjoying the closeness and intimacy that they’d been missing for the last several months.
After several more seconds, when he audibly relaxed with a long, steady sigh, Jenn made her move.
She let go of him and darted in front of him, ducking beneath his arm in the dark, and squatted before him, ass resting on her heels, her back against the wall. She ran a hand up the inside of his leg and found him in the dark, still warm, still full, but not quite hard.
We can change that , she thought.
She opened her mouth and slid as much of his bouncy length into her mouth as would fit, pushing toward him until she felt the warm tip touch the back of her throat. She gagged slightly despite her best efforts, and she heard Trey gasp sharply as her throat muscles constricted around his cock.
She slid backward across his shaft, nothing but her lips touching the sensitive skin of his shaft, the mushroom head, the tip of his penis.
She started moving her head slowly back and forth, sliding up and down the length of him, which continued to grow as he responded to her attention, the warmth and wetness of her mouth.
She continued until she felt Trey start making small thrusting movements of his own back and forth, his own reactive attempts to drive more, faster, deeper. She pulled back off of him with a slurp, then stood up between his arms and wrapped her own arms around his chest, pressing her breasts to him and searching for his lips in the dark. He bent to kiss her, his mouth hungry and warm.
To her surprise, his hands stayed obediently on the wall in front of him, waiting for her instruction to do otherwise. It was time to reward his patience.
Jenn pulled back from him and took one of his hands from the wall in the dark. She said nothing, simply led him through the dark toward the only source of light in the room: the faint moonlight that came in through the sliding glass door to the balcony.
She undid the latch and slid it slowly open, the sea breeze whistling across the opening at first, then helping push the door the rest of the way open.
Jenn led Trey onto the balcony, which was dark, as were the adjoining ones. It must have been early enough in the evening that most cruisers were at dinner or other pursuits, leaving them with the glorious illusion of being completely alone, the ocean stretching away in front of them endlessly, the moon casting dancing ripples of light across its surface.
Jenn shivered against the cool breeze. She dropped Trey’s hand, went to the rail, and bent down, resting her hands and forehead on the rail second from the top. She turned to look back at Trey, smiling though he couldn’t see it, and wiggled her ass at him.
“Come fuck me,” she whispered.
Trey needed no second invitation. He closed the distance between them, slid one gentle hand between her legs to feel for her opening, and used the other to direct himself in. There was a bit of resistance at first, but he slid a fingertip inside her to wet it, then used her own wet to ease his entry. He slid the rest of the way inside her without difficulty, causing them both to gasp together.
Both his hands went to her ass, pressing the skin, gripping the bones at her hips as he thrust slowly, steadily, and deeply into her. She felt him bump against the end of her and winced slightly.
“Am I hurting you?” he asked quietly.
“No. Keep going,” she whispered back.
He obeyed, his thrusts even, consistent, and controlled. She knew it felt good for him: she could hear it in the low hum in his chest. She knew he was enjoying the sensation of simply being inside her, sliding through her, becoming part of her. She gave it to him readily, eagerly, even. She sighed, her breath coming out in staggered puffs with each thrust of his hips.
She knew, at this pace, he could last for hours, if needed. It felt good but wasn’t enough to take him to and over the edge of orgasm. She gave him another several minutes of breaths, of steady pushes and the rhythmic sound of clapping thighs on cheeks, before she stood, forcing him out of her.
Again, she didn’t say anything, simply led him inside and to the bed. She knew he could wait for hours, but she couldn’t. Jenn left Trey at the door and felt her way to the bed, where she flicked on a single bedside lamp.
She pointed to the bed. “Lie down.”
Trey did so without question, trusting her completely.
Jenn walked to her closet and lifted the lid to her second small piece of luggage, fingers searching through its contents. She deftly picked out several objects, creating a small stack against her naked belly. When she had what she wanted, she returned to the bed, depositing her collection.
Trey chuckled and started to speak, but Jenn interrupted him with a finger to his lips. She bent to kiss him, straddling him in the dim light. She brought his hands up to her breasts, letting him cup her. His fingers squeezed, eager yet gentle. She knew he loved her breasts. He always had. He moaned, and she felt his cock swing up and tap her lightly on the ass with a fresh surge of hot desire. She smiled.
“I brought what you like,” she said quietly.
“I have what I like right here,” he said, still fondling her breasts.
“I brought the other things you like, too,” she said, looking at him meaningfully.
A smile lifted the corner of his mouth beneath his beard. “Oh?”
Jenn nodded, then she went to work.
She pushed a few drops from the tube of lube onto the short glass piece, the three sequential, growing beads gleaming in the light from the lamp. She used a finger to coat it, then glanced at Trey, smiling. “Spread ‘em.”
Trey pulled both knees up on either side of Jenn, still straddling him. She reached behind her and guided the beads into position.
“Ready?” she whispered.
Trey nodded, and Jenn slowly pushed the anal plug into position. Trey gasped, and the plug shot forward, out of her fingers as his pelvic muscles caught it and pulled it deeper inside him.
Trey hummed, and she could feel him flexing and tensing his muscles, getting comfortable with the object inside him.
Jenn turned her attention to her own plug, quickly repeating and getting it inserted into herself. She inhaled, the feeling of fullness that came with using the plug washing over her.
Next, she picked up the two tiny bullet vibrators and handed one to Trey. “Your weapon, sir.”
He took it, pushed the button to activate it with a quiet buzz, then surprised her by pushing the tip not against his own plug, but hers, sending a rippling wave of pleasure up her very center. She gasped.
“Not fair!” she moaned.
“From what I understand, all's fair in love,” Trey said, the tacky smile on his face letting Jenn know that he knew how bad the line was.
“Yeah?” Jenn returned the favor, activating her vibe and pressing it to the small circle of glass between Trey’s cheeks. He grunted, closing his eyes.
They both sat still for a time, enjoying the sensation of stimulating the plug vibrating deep inside the other, both simultaneously giving and receiving.
Jenn wasn’t sure exactly how long it had been, maybe a few minutes, when she reached behind her with the other hand for the lube.
“Help me with this,” she said, refusing to release the vibrator pressed against Trey.
He used his other hand to undo the cap as she held it, equally dedicated to the toy against Jenn.
Jenn squeezed a short supply of the viscous liquid onto the top of the tube, then used an adept finger to scrape it off. She popped the top closed and dropped it, then reached behind her and slowly coated Trey’s penis with the stuff. She slowly lifted her pelvis, careful to let Trey follow her movements with his hand, and lowered herself down onto him, both of them groaning as she did so.
The sensation, having both holes filled and stretched, was so difficult to describe. The fullness and the warmth never ceased to amaze her. As she began to bounce, she pushed Trey’s hand away, letting her own come away from his ass, as well.
“Trade ya,” she whispered. Trey complied, holding his own vibe, while Jenn transferred hers to her front, centering the point of the bullet above her clit.
“Oh, my god,” Trey whispered into the room to no one in particular.
Jenn bounced on him, taking all control as she fucked him.
“Come for me,” she whispered.
“Yes, ma’am,” Trey whispered back, his breathing unsteady.
Jenn could feel his cock pulsing inside her as he kegeled. She gave a few of her own gentle squeezes, which sent Trey into a fit of wild chuckles as he repeatedly whispered, “Fuck, fuck, fuck.”
Jenn felt the familiar building pressure behind her belly button as she thrusted, and she tried to pay more attention to her own body, confident that Trey’s was well on its way. She raced to join him.
When they came, it was together, Trey’s ankles lifting almost even with Jenn’s head as he climaxed, moaning loudly as he did so. Jenn gasped loudly, her breath surging in and out as her own orgasm rippled through her body, leaving her skin tingly, her mouth dry, and her clit painfully sensitive.
She thought briefly about chasing after a second but decided not to when she looked down at Trey’s face.
His eyes were wide, adoring, his mouth slack with awe. Jenn sat forward, sliding off of his penis. As it slid out of her, Trey groaned one last time as his warmth and wet dripped out of her onto his belly.
Jenn laid down on top of Trey, her head dropping against his chest. He adjusted to get his still-mostly-erect penis out of the way, then wrapped both arms and legs around her and turned off his own vibrator.
They lay together in the sudden quiet, simply holding each other as they recovered their breath. When they both were finally able to breathe calmly and deeply once more, Jenn raised her head and whispered, “You know, you’ll never hear me say this again, but that was almost worth the wait!”
Trey laughed and pulled her lips to his.