"I disagree," he says. "In fact, I might be almost as interested in you as you seem to be in me."
This time, I do actually choke. "What makes you say that?" I ask when I regain my composure.
"For starters, you've spent most of the night thus far staring at me through the kitchen windows."
At this point, there's no way I can stop the embarrassed blush from ravaging my cheeks. I hand the champagne back to him only because I think I might break the glass if I hold on to it any longer.
"No, that was... That was just absent daydreaming."
He smiles. "Why deny it, Jessa? Why deny yourself what you want?"
I look down and fidget. "I'm sorry if I made you feel uncomfortable."
"You couldn't if you tried," he demurs. "But I should warn you: staring at me too long will get girls like you into trouble."
My heart thunders frantically against my chest. "What kind of trouble?"
"The kind of trouble that involves moonlight and champagne," he says with a smile that makes my insides clench. "The kind that swallows you up before you even know it's happening."
He dangles his hand over the edge of the yacht. I watch as he releases the half-empty flute. The glass falls into the ocean. A few thousand dollars' worth of champagne guzzled greedily by the black waves.
"Why did you do that?" I gasp.
He smiles. "I wanted my hands free."
"For what?" "For this."
He turns and grabs me. And before I can make sense of what is happening, I'm being kissed.
Anton's hand falls to the small of my back and he pulls me against his body. His body is rock hard underneath the thin fabric between us.
And it's not the only part of him that's rock hard.
The cautious side of my brain starts blaring with a thousand alarm bells. But I can barely hear any of it over the scream of my desires. Desires I never even knew I had.
When his tongue slashes across my lower lip, I shudder and part my mouth for him.
When his hand lands between my legs, I melt instinctively.
He pulls back just enough so that he can speak. "Do you want me to stop, kotyonok?"
"No," I say, the word wrenching itself breathlessly from my lips. "Never."
4
JESSA
At some point, I'm kissing him back. The cold wind whips around us, but I'm on fire.
"Anyone could see," I whisper, looking around the bow of the yacht in alarm.
"Let them fucking see," he growls in my ear before his lips leave a scorching trail down my neck.
He rips open the jacket of my chef's whites and circles my right nipple through the flimsy material of the blue slip he dressed me in. I press my body closer into his warmth and am rewarded with the hardness of his cock against my thigh.
He twists me around suddenly so I'm facing the ocean. I have no choice but to grip the railings as his hands rip my pants down to my knees.
"You're a work of art, do you know that?"
"I bet you say that to every woman you seduce," I say breathlessly.
I can hear his chuckle in my ear. "Never out loud."
Then I feel his cock against my ass and I lose all sense of self-consciousness or wariness. Suddenly, it doesn't matter that we're out in the open and anyone can catch us.
It doesn't matter that I've known this man for less than twelve hours.
It doesn't even matter that I lost my fiancé and my best friend in one fell swoop today.
All that matters is the distraction he offers me and the intense pleasure that comes with it.
His hand slaps my ass cheek and I double over with a gasp, the cold metal railing biting into my stomach. I grip the railing and spread my legs.
"Eager, eager," he whispers in my ear.
"Would you rather I tease you more?" I threaten with a laugh.
He nips at my neck. "Just walking around like you do is a tease."
Then he pulls down my panties and I feel his cock against my bare ass. I hold my breath, wondering if this is going to be a decision I regret later.
Then I think about how this day started. And about how this day was supposed to end. I think about Dane and Salma.
And I realize there is nothing to regret.
"Fuck me, Anton," I gasp. "Please... just fuck me."
I've never asked a man to fuck me before. But I've also never had my fiancé cheat on the day of my wedding before.
It's time for a change.
I deserve to have a man like Anton fuck the sadness right out of me. He seems inclined to agree.
He pushes into me a second later, and I gasp. It's so different than it ever was with Dane. He's so much bigger. He fills me up, knows exactly how to use the hammer between his legs.
"Fuck..." I moan.
"Breathe, kotyonok," he croons in my ear. "It takes a moment to get used to."
I bite down on the inside of my cheek as the pressure builds. He pushes deeper inside me and I scream. He wraps one arm around my waist and with his free hand, he massages my breasts.
He rocks against me gently, easing into me as he nips at my neck and ear. I wanted to be more of an active participant, but the sensations coursing through my body are too overwhelming. I'm forced to stand there, bracing myself for the onslaught I know is coming.
Because I know instinctively that Anton is not the kind of man to go slow and gentle indefinitely.
It only takes seconds more for him to prove me right.
He pinches my nipples and starts thrusting into me harder. I cry out as he fills me, pushing me to the brink and then pulling me back just before I crash.
As he fucks me, his hand slides down my stomach and cups my pussy. He starts playing with my clit as he slams into me.
I can only stare up at the star-speckled sky as a delirious tear squeezes from the corner of my eye. I can't even wipe it away because I'm holding the railing for dear life.
Pleasure builds in my center, a raging inferno I can't control. I try to stave it off, try to swallow the scream that is rising in my throat. But I'm helpless against the force of it.
The orgasm roars through me, destroying everything in its path.
I've never had an orgasm so intense before. I'm so lost to the sensation that I don't even notice Anton is coming with me.
My body is still shaking and clenching when he slips out of me. My dress falls back down over my hips, giving me some small amount of modesty. I turn around slowly, but I make sure to keep a tight grip on the railing so I don't fall. My legs are pure jelly.
Anton gives me a knowing smile as he pulls his pants up, but I look down and catch sight of the massive cock between his legs.
"Jesus," I exclaim, unable to hold it in.
He laughs. "Why do you think I took you from behind? Women tend to get nervous."
Fresh tingles run up my spine, but I manage to hold off the blush. "Oh. Uh... thanks, I guess."
Chuckling, he gestures to the reclining chairs off in the corner of the yacht. "You need to sit down." "I really should be getting back."
"Why?" he asks with a smirk. "The boss won't mind."
I bite my lower lip, realizing that for the first time in my life, I'd rather stay here than head back to the kitchens. And since it is a first, I decide to live in the moment. To savor this new feeling.
I walk over to him, embarrassed about the fact that my legs are still wobbly, and take the chair on the right. He sits down next to me, all confidence and ease.
I glance around the deck, realizing that my chef's whites are on the wooden deck, flapping around in the wind.
