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"Oh, God!" She pushed her hips forward, swallowing the rest of him deep inside her. "That sounds so good."

  "It's going to feel good too," he promised. "For both of us." He kissed her and pulled out of her. "But first we're going to need another rubber."

  She leaned forward and brushed her lips against his nipples. "We're going to need lots of rubbers before the night is over."

  Chapter Four

  After three years of abstinence (a year and a half of which had been forced), Angie woke the next morning feeling like the proverbial million bucks. Before she opened her eyes, she knew she was alone in the bed. Each time she'd awoken throughout the night, she'd felt some part of Troy's body against hers…a hand touching her breasts, his lips brushing her neck, a leg thrown across hers.

  Sighing with remembered pleasure, she opened her eyes and slowly sat up. The first thing she saw was a vase on the nightstand next to her filled with red roses. Smiling, she eagerly reached for the card.

  A,

  Thanks for an absolutely spectacular and unforgettable night.

  T

  Her smile vanished. If he'd enjoyed their night together so much, why hadn't he awoken her to say goodbye before he’d left the cabin? A slight aroma of onions reached her nose. She turned and saw a covered tray on the other nightstand.

  She uncovered the warming tray and discovered home fries, eggs, link sausages, toast, and orange juice. She hesitated. Her latest diet called for a shake for breakfast and lunch and then a sensible dinner.

  Still, after all that glorious sex, she was ravenous. And really, who could be expected to stay on a diet while on a cruise? She got out of bed and draped Troy's discarded shirt over her shoulders so she could inhale his scent. Climbing back onto the bed and leaning against the pillow where Troy had lain, she picked up one of the sausages.

  It was thick and plump and reminded her slightly of Troy's cock. Of course, that delicious morsel was much longer and thicker and harder, but…she ran her tongue along the length of the meat and bit into it. As the juices filled her mouth, she thought of doing the same to Troy's cock until he came in her mouth and shuddered.

  She should have sucked his dick the night before when she'd had the chance. Sighing for missed opportunities, she settled against the pillows and ate every morsel of food on the tray.

  Afterwards, she considered waiting in the cabin in the hopes that Troy would return and want to make love with her one last time. But his prolonged absence spoke volumes. He clearly expected her to be gone when he returned. She took a quick shower before pouring herself back into the red dress.

  Determined to be thankful for a night of joy she hadn't expected, she made her way back to the cabin she shared with Corrie. She opened the door and froze with her hand on the lock.

  Inside, in her direct line of sight, Corrie lay on the bed nearest the door. The ebony hunk she'd been screwing on the lounger the night before lay between her sprawled legs, his hard buns clenching wildly. They were both groaning and moaning and Corrie was tossing her head from side to side and clutching at the man's shoulders. They were clearly in the final throes of an ecstatic fuck.

  Angie’s breath caught, stunned. She didn’t know why she was surprised given the cruise they were on, but she hadn’t expected this in their shared cabin. She knew she should leave the room, but she couldn't seem to move. Perversely, she couldn't look away from the sexy scene unfolding in front of her either.

  The man reached under Corrie and cupped her small buns in his big hands. Dipping his head to suck at a small pink nipple, he groaned and began drilling his cock into Corrie with hard, powerful thrusts that made Angie lick her lips.

  God, that must feel like heaven. Angie felt moisture trickle down her thigh. The man groaned low and deep in his chest, tossed his head back, and jabbed his cock into Corrie with a series of quick thrusts. Then he suddenly stopped pumping his hips, shuddered, and fell onto Corrie. He and Corrie lay grinding their groins against each other for several moments before he slowly sat up. Angie stared. His big dick made a slight noise as it left Corrie's body. He kissed Corrie's cheek, leapt off the bed, and started across the room towards Angie.

  As he approached, she couldn't keep her gaze from going to his dick: it was still semi hard and glistened with their combined juices. It was a deep chocolate color with a big, pink head. It looked like a tasty mouthful. But where was his condom?

  He reached down and picked up his pants from the floor. He left the room without speaking to her, his pants thrown over his arm.

  Forcing herself not to look after him, Angie stepped into the room and closed the door. She wrinkled her nose. The smell of stale sex hung heavy in the air. They must have been at it all night long.

  People in glass houses, shouldn't go tossing stones, she reminded herself. After all, she and Troy had screwed each other until her twat went dry and his cock was sore.

  She locked the door and looked at Corrie, who had rolled over onto her stomach. "Don't you think you'd better get up and get it out of you?"

  "Get what out of me?" she asked sleepily without lifting her head. "Without Jermane's cock in me, I feel so empty."

  Angie walked over to her closet. She took off her dress, tossed it over a chair, and slipped on a swimsuit with a short skirt bottom that nicely covered her large behind. She put a short toweling robe on over it, picked up her swim bag, and headed for the door. "His condom. He didn't have it on when he left. It must have come off inside you. You'd better get up and get it out."

  The ensuing silence unnerved her. She turned back to the bed. "Hello? Anybody home?"

  Corrie sighed and sat up. "Okay, I don't want a lecture. Okay?"

  "Why should I lecture you?"

  "Because you sometimes forget that I'm your friend, not your little sister."

  "Okay. You say that to say what?"

  "He wasn't wearing a condom."

  "What? Are you telling me you let a strange man screw you without a condom? Corrie! When we decided to come on this cruise, we both agreed no matter how horny we were, we wouldn't have sex without a condom!"

  She ran a hand through her hair. "I know what we promised, but Ange, you have no idea how good his cock feels inside me. He wanted to come in me and I wanted him to, so I let him fuck me without a condom. Okay? I know I shouldn't have, but I swear he's the best lover in the world."

  Maybe Corrie's lover was the second best. No one was ever going to convince her that the title of world's greatest lover didn't belong to Troy with his luscious, pussy-pleasing cock. Still, she wouldn't have let him near her without a condom.

  "Before you say anything else, he's my fantasy lover, Ange. I wanted to experience being filled with his sperm. How could I say no and deny us both our fantasies?"

  She knew Corrie had always had a thing for black men. She sighed. No use in beating a dead horse. "Okay, but you'd better see the ship's doctor and get a morning after pill or something. Just in case."

  Corrie slid down in bed. "I will. Later. Right now I just want to lie here and enjoy the afterglow." She grinned.

  "Okay. End of lecture. I'll see you later."

  "Maybe. After getting a little shut-eye, I'm going to find Jermane. I intend to spend as much time with him as possible."

  She knew the feeling. Too bad she wouldn't get to spend any more time with Troy. She left the cabin. Her destination was any empty lounger in a quiet corner on a deck where she could read a little, sleep a little, and think about Troy a little.

  She found a group of four loungers on one of the lower decks, all of which were empty. Mindful of all the copulating couples from the night before, she spread a large, thick towel out before taking off her robe and stretching out.

  Although her lounger was in the shade at the moment, she knew that wouldn't last. She applied suntan lotion, put on a hat and sunglasses, and opened her book.

  Fifteen minutes later, she was rereading the first page for what felt like the fiftieth time. Every few moments, a picture of Troy's han
dsome face seemed to superimpose itself between her and the words on the page. But that was over. Sighing, she settled more comfortably against the lounger and began reading again.

  * * * * *

  "Hey sexy. Do you have any plans for the rest of the day and night?"

  About to climb out of the pool on the observation deck, Troy paused. Standing in front of the ladder was one of the most stunning women he'd ever seen, wearing what surely must be the most revealing bikini ever made. The black bikini was really just a few, skimpy pieces of string that barely covered her nipples and actually showed the outer lips of her pussy. She had long, curly blond hair and beautiful blue eyes. Her breasts were small, but firm; her legs long, her waist tiny. She had a cute, pert little butt. And to top it off, she had an amazing smile. She epitomized his ideal woman, the type he meant to marry one day and settle down with.

  He thought briefly of Angie and their night together. Although she was sweet and sexy as hell, he wasn't ready to settle down. Even if he was prepared to get serious, she wasn't his type. And he had a feeling, this cruise notwithstanding, that she wasn't really a swinging single. Besides, he'd made it clear that he only intended to spend one night with her. He was free to spend the afternoon and possibly the night with this absolutely lovely vision of womanhood.

  "No."

  She smiled. "Want some company and a little pussy?"

  "A little pussy?" Did that mean she only wanted a little cock? He shook his head. "I want a lot of pussy."

  Her smile widened. "Then why don't you step out of that pool, out of those briefs, and come get some?"

  With his cock hardening in his briefs, he climbed out of the pool, and walked towards her. She lifted her head, offering him her lips. As he bent to kiss her, a vision of Angie's face flashed through his mind. He pushed it away and rubbed his cock against the blonde's almost bare pussy.

  She sneaked a hand between their bodies and he felt her small fingers clutching his cock. "Oh, wow! You're a big one." She pulled away from him. "Really big. I like men with big dicks."

  She pushed the small strip of material running between her legs aside, exposing her cunt. "Let me have a taste of that big dick of yours."

  He stared at her. "Now?" He glanced around at the many faces of the people lying on deck chairs, watching them. Several of the men had their hands in their swimming briefs as they watched. Some of the women were pulling off their bottoms and looking around for willing men. "Here?"

  "Right here, baby! Let me have it."

  He shook his head. "Not out here."

  "Why not? Feeling shy?"

  "No, but I have no desire to provide live porno action either."

  "Okay. In that case, let's go to my cabin." She extended her hand.

  He took her hand in his and pulled her into his arms. "Are you going to talk? Or are we going to go somewhere and take care of business?"

  * * * * *

  Angie awoke several hours later with a start. Her book had fallen out of her hand and a man with dark hair and eyes stood over her, smiling. "Hi. I'm Frank."

  "Uh…Angie."

  "Hi, Angie."

  "Uh…hi."

  His eyes flicked slowly over her, making her feel as if she were naked. "I was wondering. Are you looking for someone to spend a few hours with?"

  "What?" She blinked up at him. "Oh. No. I…"

  His only attire was a pair of swimming briefs that sported a slight, but noticeable bulge. Still grinning, he popped out a smallish, pink cock. "How about joining me in my stateroom?"

  Just yesterday, after over eighteen months without a man in her bed, she would have been flattered. She almost certainly would have agreed. But having had the blunt taken off of her sexual hunger, she knew coming on this cruise had been a mistake. She wasn't about to spend the next two days hopping into bed with every man who waved a dick at her. Not that she expected too many men to lust after her. Besides, after having spent the night with Troy, she couldn't see being satisfied with having this Frank make love to her.

  "What do you say, Angie? I know there are guys on board with…larger cocks, but I can promise you that I'm a considerate lover. I'll make sure you're satisfied."

  She blushed. "No! It has nothing to do with the size of your…that has nothing to do with it." But it was difficult to get excited by Frank's shaft after having been filled with Troy's thick length.

  "If you like, I'll join you on the lounger."

  "Oh, no! No. Thanks, but—"

  "Oh, come on. Give me a chance!"

  "She's with me."

  Her head snapped around and her heart thumped wildly. Troy had quietly approached from the opposite direction. She stared at him hungrily. Today he wore a pair of shorts, a pullover, and tennis shoes.

  Troy and her would-be-suitor studied each other in silence for several moments. The man frowned at Troy, still holding his cock in his hand. "Oh, she is? Why didn't you tell that blond bombshell I saw you drooling over earlier at the pool that she was with you?" he demanded.

  Angie saw Troy's eyes narrow. "Why don't you put that toy away and get lost? She's with me."

  The man turned to look at her. "You sure we can't spend a few hours together?"

  She nodded. "Yes, I'm sure."

  "I know he has a bigger cock, but—"

  "It's not that!" she insisted, feeling her face burn with shame.

  "You're sure?"

  She nodded.

  He sighed and walked away.

  God, how embarrassing. This way of life was definitely not for her. She stared after Frank, so she wouldn't have to look at Troy. Of course he'd been with another woman. He'd probably been drunk or stoned the night before when he’d spent the night with her. He'd obviously come to his senses and gone looking for a more suitable woman.

  "You want to talk about it?"

  She shrugged and looked at him. "About what?"

  He pulled the nearest lounger closer to hers and flopped down into it. "About the woman he mentioned."

  She shook her head and lay back on the lounger, averting her gaze. "No."

  "Why not?"

  "Why should I want to talk about her? We had…we had sex last night. We both knew it was only for the night. You don't have to explain that you were with another woman. It's what I expected." So why did she feel so depressed?

  He reached out and took her hand in his. "It might be what you expected—it's what I expected, but…" He squeezed her hand. "It's not what happened."

  She looked at him. "You don't have to lie."

  "That's right and I'm not."

  "Troy, he saw you with her."

  "At the pool. He doesn't know what happened once we left the pool area."

  "Neither do I. And you know what? I don't need or want to know."

  "I want to tell you."

  She sighed. "Fine. What did happen?"

  "Nothing much."

  She nodded. "Yeah. Right. You were alone with an eager blond bombshell and nothing happened? That's what you expect me to believe?"

  "Look, I admit I was propositioned and I went back to her stateroom with her. Who wouldn't? She was gorgeous."

  She blew out a breath. "Yeah, I already heard how gorgeous she was."

  "But you haven't heard what happened after we were alone."

  "And?"

  "It's strange. She's the type of woman I've always been attracted to, but once she undressed, the magic vanished."

  "Why?"

  "I saw that her behind was way too small for my taste." He grinned at her. "As I discovered last night, I'm into big butts."

  And he expected her to believe that? "You don't have to explain."

  He laughed, shaking his head. "What you mean is you don't believe me."

  "Does it matter what I believe?"

  He stared at her in silence for several moments. "It shouldn't, but for some crazy reason it does. I need you to believe me. And it is the truth. I kissed her. I undressed her, but I did not sleep with her."

  "
Why not?"

  "I kept thinking about last night with you and comparing her to you."

  "Comparing me to a blonde bombshell?" She forced a laugh. "That must have been a pretty picture. Did you lose your lunch?"

  He shook his head, his eyes narrowed. "What is it with you, Angie? I happen to have twenty-twenty vision. I know what you look like naked and I know what she looked like. There was no comparison."

  "That's exactly what I mean, Troy. How could there—"

  "There was no comparison—in your favor. I thought of you and the long night we spent together. Being with you was unlike anything I've ever felt. I knew being with her wasn't going to compare. So I left her in her stateroom, naked, calling me every name in the book and came looking for you."

  She stared at him, her eyes widening. "You're serious."

  "Yes, I am. No way sleeping with her was going to compare to what we shared last night. Instead of settling for second best, I decided to find you."

  Angie knew she was staring at him, her jaw hanging open a bit. She didn’t have bad self-esteem, but then again when she’d signed up for this cruise she hadn’t aspired to being with a man who looked like Troy. She’d known that most men like him would lust after perfectly shaped women, so she’d unthinkingly accepted that fact and had never been bothered about it. Instead she’d assumed she would end up with a normal looking, average man.

  The only exception to Angie’s leave-the-too-good-looking-guys-alone had been her late husband Dan. But Dan…well she’d never expected to find a man like Dan again. Not that she and Troy were in a relationship exactly. And not that she was comparing the two. They were both handsome, and they both had dark hair and eyes, but Troy and Dan were otherwise very different looking. "Oh."

  His eyes flicked over her. "What about you? Have you been with anyone today?"

  "No! I told you I'd never done anything like this before. I shouldn't have come on this cruise."

  "Does that mean you regret last night?"

  When it was time to go home and never see him again, she would probably regret it plenty. "No."

  "Neither do I." He smiled at her. "The only thing I regret is spending most of the day away from you."