Page 27 of Therapy Session: Session Two
My brows furrowed. There was so much going on around us. The boat was rocking now that it was on smaller waves. I heard loud laughter a few feet away, and a couple stumbled and bumped into us. But he just stood there.
He moved closer to me and pressed my back against the railing. His hand slid from my waist to the back of my thigh as he lifted it and pulled me toward him.
“Q,” I warned him under my breath.
He leaned close to me with his lips brushing my ear, “You said you wanted the full experience, right? You booked this tour because you said you wanted to be under the stars. You thought I was going to let you leave without giving you memories?”
Naively, I expected we would have a nice, quiet evening on the boat. But I guess that was my mistake.
I put my hand on the back of his neck and brought his lips to mine. The kiss was deep, and I could feel him releasing his dick and pulling my panties to the side.
He eased inside of me. I bit my lip to hold in my moans.
My pulse jumped once I realized that we were so close. The dock was right there now. Crew members were tossing ropes. People were lining up. We were in plain sight, except no one was looking. Everyone was distracted.
Crew members were shouting directions. Then, a deckhand walked past. He was close enough that I could see the logo on his shirt. If he looked down. If anyone looked down or came to the back of the boat, they’d see us.
The risk should have made me ashamed to be on this boat in this position, letting Quentin fuck me against the railings, but it did the exact opposite. It made me feel reckless. It turned me on even more.
My nails dug into his shoulders as his hips snapped deliberately as the waves crashed into the exterior of the boat.
“Fuck, Breeze,” Quentin grunted.
The music hid the noise between the two of us. Sounds of fabric shifting, and me panting against his chest.
“Eyes open,” He commanded with his mouth at my neck and his hand cupping my chin, and that itself had me undone.
I grabbed him tighter as I tried to choke back the scream threatening to escape me. He came a second after, just as the boat bumped the dock.
The passengers started to exit, and the line shortened one by one. It was almost our turn to get off the boat. He let my leg down, adjusted my dress, brushed my hair back from my face, and kissed the tip of my nose just as he had done earlier. Then he grabbed my hand and guided me up the small steps.
I plastered a smile on my face as the crew members bid each of us a good night while the evidence of what had happened on that boat rested underneath my dress and on my thigh.
“You’ve planned a good activity, baby.” He chuckled as we walked to find our driver, who was supposed to be waiting for us. I looked back at the boat and sighed. He said that he wanted to give me a memory. And he delivered.
Quentin
The hot water from the showerhead fell down over Breeze’s face. Her wet hair was clinging to her face as I leaned forward and kissed her. We got lost in each other, tongues dancing in and out of our mouths. She moaned into my mouth as I slid my hands down her back and cupped her ass, squeezing it.
We had just woken up less than thirty minutes ago. Yesterday we spent the day snorkeling and fucking in the ocean. We underestimated how tired the water and sun could make you. But today was the last day of this vacation.
A sound cut through the silence. I broke the kiss and stood to my full height.
It caused her to listen too. The noise came again: a knock at the door.
“I’ll go get the door; that’s probably our company for the night.” She sang as she bit the inside of her jaw nervously and slid the door back, grabbed a towel, and hurried out of the bathroom. I shook my head and continued to shower, not moving any faster than I normally would.
Before we came on the trip, Breeze had been clear. She wanted everything out in the open when she walked away from this. Every fantasy. Every what-if. When she suggested bringing a person in for the last night, I wasn’t crazy about the idea. Not only was I hesitant to have anyone know about us, but I was also unsure about who she would choose. I wasn’t that horny; I needed attraction more than I needed access.
When she suggested her “friend” last month, it made me chuckle at first. I thought it was a joke. But she told me that she was serious and would see if her friend was on board. I left everything up to her, the NDA’s, scheduling testing, validating results, and flights. Last week, when she sent me all the documents, I didn’t expect it. We hadn’t discussed it since she mentioned it, so I thought the plans fell through. But those documents, and now this knock on the door, confirmed that this was happening.
When I finished bathing, I stepped out of the shower and dried off. I instantly regretted the fact that I hadn’t brought any clothes or a robe into the bathroom with me. I wrapped the towel around my waist, securing it with the other end, and walked into the bedroom. Admittedly, my pulse raced as I turned the corner to see Breeze sitting on the bed in a robe and a towel wrapped around her head. Her eyes were low, and one of her legs was thrown over the other as she swayed it back and forth aimlessly.
My eyes scanned the room, but I didn’t see anyone there. Before I could inquire, her company entered the bedroom.
“This is the one I was telling you about,” the person said, and I held my breath for a second.
She looked up at me and gave me the most sinister smile as her eyes scanned from the top of my head to my feet.
