Key West by Lacey Alexander (top android ebook reader .TXT) 📕

of the cruise is all yours! Drink some more rum, do some dirty dancing with one of these half-naked chicks, or do whatever the hell gets you off!”

Carrie knew what she was going to do. And she wasn’t going to waste another second waiting. Shoving the hundred dollar bill into the pocket of her skirt, she reached up and pulled her wet tee back down over her breasts and made her way briskly off the stage.

Someone grabbed her wrist. She looked up to find the sexy blond guy who no longer wielded his massive super soaker. “Wanna dance, babe?”

She shook her head. “Sorry, but I’m with someone else.”

He drew back, looking surprised. “Lucky son of a bitch.”

She wasn’t technically with someone else, of course, but she was about to be with him as much as she possibly could.

Pushing her way through the crowd, she noticed it was getting pretty raucous, sprinkled with girls like her, still wearing their wet t-shirts, and some wearing no shirts at all, Hawaiian leis draped about their bare breasts. Girls who weren’t even in the contest were pulling their bikini tops off or letting guys unbutton blouses, undo bras. She saw one girl kneeling in front of a guy and realized she was giving him a blowjob while another guy stood by, penis exposed, apparently awaiting his turn. The blonde and redhead from the contest were grinding against each other in a hot, dirty dance and the blonde, Christine, said, “Carrie, wanna join us?”

“Yeah, Carrie, why don’t you join them, honey?” It was Scott, his arm around another topless girl wearing her pink lei like a headband, both of them watching the grinding bikinis and rubbing breasts.

Her crotch rumbled with need and she almost thought that in some other place in time, she might actually follow her urges, give up her mores completely, and say yes, but she was determined to get to Chris—to make sure he knew she’d done all this for him and was willing to do a lot more.

* * * * *

Chris had watched her whole little show in a state of arousal that had deepened every second. She was so fucking gorgeous, so sexy. She’d been sexy enough back when she’d been playing the shy angel, but once she’d gotten up on that stage—damn. His cock had been hard since her arrival on the boat, but it was a complete column of stone now.

He wasn’t sure where she’d disappeared to in the crowd, but he was dying to lick her pretty wet nipples and sink his shaft into the equally wet and pretty pussy she’d revealed to the crowd. Of course, he couldn’t exactly do those things, right here, right now, so the rest of the boat ride would likely be torture—but he’d survive, and as soon as they set foot on dry land, he planned to get her someplace alone and ease both their aches.

God, he’d nearly come just watching her strip up on the stage. He couldn’t help thinking she’d done it for him—even if the rum, and maybe her wedding fiasco, had played a part in it, too. What a bastard she’d almost married. Thank God she’d found out the truth before saying “I do.” Even so, he could tell from their earlier conversation that she was a sensitive woman, and he couldn’t imagine how much it had hurt.

Looking out over the lusty crowd, he saw lots of people stripping down now, getting wet. He saw girls sucking cock and guys licking pussy—one girl licking pussy. Threesomes, foursomes, the whole boat had turned into a wild orgy—it was becoming what was easily one of the wildest times he’d ever witnessed on the Barge—and he couldn’t help thinking Carrie’s pretty flash of cunt had been one ingredient pushing the crowd to such a raw, sensual frenzy.

Just when he was beginning to fear she had forgotten him and gotten involved with someone else on the boat, she appeared, walking straight toward him, determination written in her lustful eyes. Her beautiful breasts pressed pale and wet against the ripped up t-shirt she still wore, her nipples showing through in dark rosy points surrounded by wide, pretty areolas. Her little skirt hung damp around the tops of her thighs.

He walked around the bar to meet her, unconcerned with the hard-on poking prominently up from the front of his khaki shorts. She planted her palms on his chest, lowered her chin, and almost—almost—looked like the shy girl she’d been a couple of hours ago. “Did you like my performance?”

He tilted his head because the question was so unnecessary. “God, yeah, baby. Everybody else did, too.”

She looked proud, triumphant. “Were you surprised?”

He laughed. “You could say that. I kept wondering where the girl in the angel shirt disappeared to.”

She lowered her chin coyly. “In case you didn’t notice, I took that shirt off.”

He let his gaze drop to her breasts, so visible through the thin cotton. “Oh yeah, angel, I noticed, all right.”

She peered up at him, her eyes glassy and wild. “Do I get my free lei now?”

He couldn’t help grinning. He reached down, lifting the lei from his neck and onto hers, sorry when it covered his view of her a little. He lifted it up, toward her neck, so that it dangled down her back instead of her front. “That’s better,” he said.

“That wasn’t exactly what I was talking about,” she said, a hint of playfulness mixing with her determination. And with that, she pushed him backward until he bumped against the built-in bench that ran the length of the boat and sat down on it. She wasted no time straddling his hips, lowering her pussy onto his erection through their clothes. “Damn, angel,” he murmured.

He wanted to touch her—wanted to run his hands up her thighs, over her cotton-covered breasts, so fucking bad. But he couldn’t. He let out a groan of frustration as she began rubbing her cunt on his cock. “Jesus,” he moaned.

“I’m so