Page 25 of Captain's Orders
Jordan smiled. "Stay there. Don't move."
She climbed off the berth and crossed to the wardrobe, Dani's eyes following her, and pulled a canvas bag from the bottom. The harness was on the top, the cock underneath it. She took both and turned back to her.
Dani's eyes dropped to what she was holding. "Yes," she said. "I want that."
"Mm." Jordan undid her belt without ceremony, pushed her slacks and underwear down, and stepped out of them. The harness went on and she pulled the straps tight, settled the cock into the ring. She left her shirt and tie on, and because she had a feeling Dani had a thing for uniforms, she picked the captain's hat off her berth and set it back on her head.
The look Dani gave her would have melted the deck plating.
"Oh, you absolute—" Dani licked her lips and her eyes dropped down Jordan's body and back up. Jordan let her look.
"Now," Jordan said, stepping closer. "Where were we?" She climbed onto the berth, settled on her heels behind Dani, and pulled her into her lap. Dani was breathing fast already. "Slowly," she whispered, taking Dani’s hips in her hands. She lifted her a little and positioned her over her and reached down between Dani's legs to guide the cock to her.
Dani sank, slowly, and her head fell back against Jordan's shoulder. A long, shaking moan came out of her as she took her.
Jordan wrapped her arms around her and pulled her back tight against her chest while she pressed kisses to the side of her neck. Then she reached down and found the small remote clipped to the harness, and turned the vibration on.
Dani jerked in her arms. "Oh—fuck?—"
The vibration hit Jordan too, a low pulse against her clit through the base of the cock, and she moaned into Dani's shoulder.
"Jordan, oh my god, Jordan?—"
"Shh. The whole boat is going to hear you. You need to be quieter."
"I—I can't?—"
She really couldn't. The next sound out of her was louder than the last, a long, broken cry, so Jordan moved her hand from Dani’s breast to her mouth and covered it. Dani's cry broke against her palm, muffled, as they started to move, slowly at first. Dani lifted her arms back over her shoulders, fingers pushing into Jordan's hair.
Slow didn't last and the pace built on its own. Dani's thighs clenched harder against Jordan's, her hips drove up faster to meet her. Then Dani's hands dropped and she pitched forward, onto her hands and knees, hair falling forward, her back arched. Jordan took a tighter hold of her hips and started fucking her faster, harder, deeper.
The pull-out bed groaned beneath them with every thrust and Dani's body was shaking against Jordan's; she'd been close since the moment Jordan switched the vibration on and Jordan was close too.
"Come with me, Dani."
Dani, who was trying and failing to be quiet, fell forward and buried her face in her pillow. She came hard, hips jerking,every muscle in her clenched. Jordan felt her own orgasm break against the base of the cock, deep and shuddering, her hips driving up into her one more time and then again and then holding there while she covered her own mouth with her hand.
She collapsed on top of Dani and they stayed like that, the vibration still pulsing against her until she remembered to turn it off. Dani turned her head and let out one long, wrecked breath.
Jordan slid out of her, undid the harness, and let it drop off the side of the berth. Then she stretched out next to Dani, who was still face down in the pillow.
Dani turned toward her and reached up, dragging a finger along the rim of the captain’s hat that was still, miraculously, on Jordan's head. "That damn hat," she murmured. "I'm not going to be able to look at you in uniform ever again."
17
DANI
The bay at Allen's Cay was a stretch of pale jade water cut into the lee of a low green island. They were anchored two hundred meters off the beach in clear water that went turquoise where the sand picked it up. A reef wall sat half a mile out.
Tyler, Olivia, Mark, and David were over there in fins and masks, dark shapes moving along the surface. Closer in, Noah, Emma, and Jack were on the swim platform with Grace and Zoe keeping an eye on them—Noah and Emma doing somersaults off the edge while Jack bobbed in the shallows in inflatable arm-bands. The water toys were out, the sun was high, and everyone was having a great time.
Patricia was on the sundeck under a wide sun hat, reading. Gerald was asleep beside her with his mouth open. Caroline was in the hot tub, and Sarah was on a lounger with rosé and her phone, Bea next to her on her iPad.
It was the easiest charter day they'd had in a while. Lunch was in two hours, and until then Dani's job was to circulate with cocktails and snacks and small refilling kindnesses, whichwas normally a job she could do in her sleep. Except, she wasn't doing a very good job today.
She'd made Sarah's spritz with sparkling water instead of champagne. She'd apologized, made her another one, and on the way she'd walked into the corner of the bar table and bruised her thigh because her mind was elsewhere and she'd stopped paying attention to the world around her.
Thankfully her collar was covering the other bruise at the side of her neck. Her body reminded her of last night every time she moved and the insides of her thighs felt pleasantly tender. All of it was making it impossible for her to focus on whether Caroline wanted a top-up of the rosé or the white. She didn't even remember what she'd been drinking.
