Page 148 of Love Overboard
But we were playing a risky game, sneaking away during shift and while the charter guests were still awake. Everyone might assume I was taking a break to gather myself, but that break would only be allowed for so long before Captain Gary would expect me to get back to work — and so would my team.
So as soon as Finn wrenched down his zipper, I helped him maneuver his briefs, both of us groaning when I wrapped myhand around his cock and pulled him free. I spat on my hand, smoothed it over him, and lined him up at my entrance. I was already wet. It was so fucking hot, the desperate need we couldn’t control, the way we were playing with fire and risking it all because we couldn’t stand one more second of not being together.
Finn moved my hand out of the way once his crown was notched inside me, and then his hands found my waist and he slammed it home. I arched off the glass and dug my nails into his neck, his back, crying out as he withdrew and slid in again — just as hard, just as deep.
It was a wild frenzy of hands and mouths, of gasps and groans, the hum of the engines drowning out the sound and somehow amplifying it, too. I stretched to accommodate him more and more with each thrust, and Finn kept the pressure of his body against mine, rocking my hips so my clit found the perfect friction.
Last night, I’d been suspended in disbelief. I couldn’t wrap my head around how I’d ended up in bed with Finn after everything that had happened between us, after months of whatever games we’d been playing.
But tonight, all I felt was how inevitable we were.
He was mine. I was his. Every flex inside me reminded me how my heart and body and mind and soul belonged to him.
There was every reason for us to stop this before it even had the chance to start when it all went to hell this morning. I could have run away. Itriedto, but Finn wouldn’t let me. He saw how afraid I was and how I wanted to hide away before I even realized what it was, and he held me through it.
He didn’t walk away from me, even though that would have been the easiest thing to do.
He chose me even when he knew the whole world would judge him for it.
And I chose him, too.
Cameras, production team, crew, and world be damned.
Our skin was sweat-slicked and hot, Finn’s forehead pressed to mine as he pushed inside me again and again. His hand wrapped around my neck and held me to him, his mouth bruising mine as his grip tightened just enough to make me sigh and whimper and beg for more.
It was all encompassing, the buzzing of the room and the electricity coursing through Finn straight into me. Every nerve in my body was tuned into where he touched me and kissed me and fucked me. Nothing else mattered. There was no past and no future.
It was just us, right here, right now, forever, unending.
I came in a slow build of shocking numbness, fire licking at my ribs until I combusted. I let myself cry out Finn’s name, let him swallow that sound with a punishing kiss as he groaned out his own release. But he didn’t stop. We both moaned at the feel of him sliding in and out with ease now, knowing it was his cum providing that extra lubrication.
And that spawned us right into round two.
Finn gripped my ass in his hands, my legs wrapping around him as he carried us over to the rolling engineer stool. He sank down in it with me in his lap, and then his fingertips ran through the line of my ass and dipped to where we were still connected.
“Fuck.” I saw his mouth form the word more than I heard it, and my eyelids fluttered at the sensation of him rubbing the wetness between us, coating his shaft with it before he’d fill me again. He held his slick fingers out for me to taste, a moan rumbling through him when I sucked them clean.
And then his hands were on my ass and helping me ride.
I tilted my hips forward, catching that pressure against my clit with every rock. I was already so sensitive from my first release that I was a trembling, whimpering mess. Finn let meset the pace, content to enjoy the show, his gaze devouring every twitch of my muscles, every pant that left my lips. His hands roamed up my back, then down again, thumbs tracing reverent circles over the curve of my ass before gliding inward, gripping my hips to guide me deeper.
I rocked harder, then softer, chasing that edge but not quite tumbling over it. Something shifted between us — the urgency still there, still pulsing like electricity beneath our skin, but the desperation gave way to something deeper.
I swore I felt his heartbeat mirroring mine as Finn leaned in, brushing a strand of damp hair behind my ear before cupping my face in both hands. His thumbs stroked my cheeks as I moved on top of him, our foreheads pressed together, breath mingling in the heat between us.
His kiss came softer this time — no bite, no hunger. Just slow, aching devotion. That kiss was an impenetrable steel beam in a storm. It was an anchor grounding us to the moment.
“I’ve got you, Firefly,” he mouthed against my lips, too quiet to hear over the engines but I felt every syllable. “I always will.”
I winced, not because the words hurt, but because I couldn’t articulate what it meant to hear them. I sat fully on him before grinding in a slow circle, shivering when his forehead fell to my shoulder. Then his lips were on me, kissing and climbing until I grabbed his face in my hands and forced him to look at me.
I didn’t need him to say more. I saw it in the shadow and light playing on his skin, felt it in the way he held me like I was something worth fighting for. The world outside this engine room didn’t matter. Not the cameras, the whispers, the reputation I’d be handing over when this aired. Not my past. Not his.
We had one more charter to survive and then we could walk away from all of this and build something new.
Together.
I moved again — slower, deeper — and he breathed my name like a vow.
