Below Deck

Jasper and Violet took each other’s hands as they walked across the outside of the boat, smiling and giggling as they watched their friends drunkenly dance around them. They’d known that a boat party would be intense, but they hadn’t realized how wild it would actually get. Everyone had stripped down to their swimsuits long before, all care about looking classy or staying warm as ripped off as their evening outfits, the alcohol keeping them warmer than the mild summer breeze. They hadn’t been able to keep their hands off each other all day, enjoying seeing each other drunker than they’d been in a while. Violet liked the look in Jasper’s eyes when the alcohol took him, making him something sloppy and dark, making him look at her like he wanted to eat her. When he looked at her like that, she felt as if her innards became a puddle, like she was ready to fall at her feet and give herself over to him. She felt a change from the alcohol too, a warming confidence that made her more willing to get a little dangerous. Typically, she was so worried about the opinions of others that she held off from touching or kissing him in public as much as she might have liked to. But now that she could taste tequila on her lips, she wanted him to taste it too.

Violet stopped walking along the side of the boat, stopping Jasper too.

“You okay?” He asked, turning around to look at her. She took his hand and pushed him up against the side of the boat, pressing her breasts against him as she moved forward and kissed him passionately. His hand instinctively went to her arse, enjoying the fact there was nothing but the tiniest little bikini bottoms on to hide it. He squeezed her cheek, slapping it gently and feeling it jiggle underneath his palm as their tongues wrapped around each other, and it took only a second for Violet to feel her partner’s hard cock pressed up against her pussy. She moaned into their kiss then, spurring Jasper to slip his hand underneath her bikini, grazing the soft juiciness of her plump arse before slapping it again harder, making her giggle a little against his lips.

“God, you look gorgeous.” He said then, bestowing more kisses upon her. “You’re driving me crazy.”

“Hmm.” She moaned, unable to keep her own hands off him. “Are you feeling a little hungry for more?”

Jasper moaned then, taking his other hand and resting it on her breast, having to stop his legs from buckling as he felt the small pebbling of her nipple through the thin material of her bikini. It was so small that she had barely been able to stay in it all night, the luscious roundness of her breasts threatening to pop out of her suit every time she moved or laughed or bent over. He had been unable to move his eyes away from her all night, stalking her like a prey. A prey he wanted to adore and dominate at the same time. He wanted to give her everything possible, and he was determined that he would.

“I’m starving.” He said, the lobe of her ear caught between his teeth. He pulled it until she gasped, not caring about the little indentation marks of teeth he would leave on the softness of her skin. He would leave marks on her everywhere. He knew that much.

“Mmm,” She moaned then, sucking and biting on his lip. “We’d best go below deck then to see if we can find you anything to eat.”

Jasper pulled her in for another kiss and slapped her arse harder than before, the smack loud enough that it made the both of them laugh. But would they be able to sneak downstairs and enjoy each other without being interrupted, or discovered? Now that was another question.

They ignored the hordes of their drunken friends as they crept all the way around the side of the boat before entering the small door to the inside. Luckily, most people were outside, either drinking on the deck still or jumping into the cool water below, but there was a chance they’d still come across a few unwanted stragglers. Violet was ready to follow Jasper’s lead, but he instead whipped her around ahead of him, wanting to follow her. She looked back at him in confusion, and his eyes immediately sank to her arse.

“No way, I’m not going to watch you walk.” He said, his hands reaching forward and grasping her entirely.

She laughed a little then as he bent down and bit one of her cheeks playfully, pretending to gnaw at the juicy softness.

Finally, she cheekily pulled him off and grabbed his cock, the bulge obvious through his swimming shorts. If he was going to think with his cock then he could be steered by it too. She moved with him in her hand all the way down to the lower deck, searching for a bedroom that was free and clean. Eventually, she found one, and dragged Jasper through, letting go of him before jumping down on the bed, looking back up at her partner. Jasper was just about ready to join her, to make her hips and enjoy every inch of her for as long as possible, but he had to stand back for a moment and look at her. Her makeup had long since disappeared hours before, smudged and wiped away by bottles and glasses, and her hair was tangled and knotted from the seawater. But she had never looked more beautiful to him, barely even able to stay in the little bikini he swore wasn’t even legal. She had always been a curvy woman with large breasts, a juicy arse and a waist he loved to grab and bite. She had been self-conscious of it at times, trying to hide the stretch marks and blemishes that came with age and good food, but he loved her even the more for it. She was a goddess, thick and luscious and delicious, and seeing her splayed out on the bed for him, messy and natural and falling out of her bikini set, was enough to drive him crazy.

“You’re the most beautiful woman in the world.” He said then, his eyes refusing to leave the slow gaze over her body.

She waved him off then, a peach flush beginning to settle upon her cheeks. “You’re just saying that because you’re drunk.”

He moved forward then, climbing up to the bed and looking down upon her. “I might be drunk, but you’re still the most beautiful woman in the world.” He whispered onto her lips. “I could be drunk, sober or halfway asleep, and I would always think you’re the most beautiful woman in the world.”

They looked at each other for a moment then until Jasper felt the hard throb of his cock beneath his swimming shorts. The fact that he had been able to hold out from fucking his beautiful girlfriend for this long when she was wearing an outfit like that was a miracle, but he couldn’t hold out for much longer.

She met him in a kiss so hot he wanted to curse himself for not having dove into the bedroom with her hours before, but enjoyed every moment anyway. Her lips were thick and pillowy, soft and sweet and everything he had ever wanted in a woman. He wanted to be rough with her, to take her in all the ways he wanted to, but he didn’t want to do anything without asking first – she deserved gentleness and kindness too and he didn’t want her to forget that for a moment.

“I want to fuck you so hard.”

He whispered onto his lips, looking to gauge her reaction and see if that was something she was interested in. He wasn’t holding out any hope. As long as he had her in his arms at all, he wouldn’t care in what way. Her happiness was more important than anything.

“Then why haven’t you?” She asked with a cheeky smile that made his cock throb even more.

“Would you be okay with things getting…a little bit rougher?” He asked then, his hands squeezing and pinching every fold of flesh he could find.

“Only if that means it gets a little bit dirty too.” She whispered back. He laughed a little onto her lips than before he sunk down further on the bed as she gripped his hair, twirling her fingers around his locks. He felt his cock throb as he came face to face with her bikini bottoms, wanting to groan at seeing how filthily tiny they really were. He wanted to take them off, to see her fully naked again but decided to hold off. It would be hotter if he fucked her still in them. The idea alone left him feeling wobbly instead. He moved across the thin string of her bikini and dove his tongue deep into her, feeling her pussy juices immediately drip into his mouth and down his chin. She was sweet and salty and everything he loved, he wanted more, unable to believe he had drunk a single drop of alcohol that night when he could have spent the whole night drinking her. As far as he was concerned, nobody and nothing existed outside the confines of this cabin, so when he started to moan at the taste of her, all worries about the volume drifted away. He simply didn’t care. As long as his lips were on hers, let the whole world know. Let them know he was about to fuck the hottest woman in the world, and they could do nothing but sit back and listen.

He then pushed one of his hands up onto her breast, swiping away the small straps of her ridiculous bikini top and squeezing the soft tissue of her breast, pinching her nipple and grabbing her so tightly he knew she would bruise. He loved leaving a mark. It was something they could both look back on over the next few days. When he saw her getting out of the shower and noticed the small mark, it drove him crazy all over again, and they’d go at it, remembering the moment and wanting to recreate it, or even go further. She loved it as much as he did, too, often leaving bruises on his neck and pecs whenever she kissed him a little too hard. She was often worried about his colleagues noticing, but he didn’t care. “As if I’ve ever been afraid of people knowing my girl can’t keep her lips from me”, he would say so often it had become a bit of an in-joke between them.

Violet gasped and moaned as his tongue played with her clit one minute and dove deep into her the next and,

only a few moments later, he felt her muscles begin to stiffen and contract as she orgasmed right into his mouth just as he’d dreamed. Her gasp echoed around the room, and he wasted no time in standing up the moment she was done, loosening the bikini so he could see her pussy properly and slipping off the swimming trunks that were holding his cock hostage. They fell down to his ankles, and while he wanted to kick them off, he didn’t want to waste a single moment, instead of keeping them there – just desperate to enjoy her. He’d planned everything he wanted to do to her. Still, then she took him by surprise as she often did, sliding off the bed and diving to her knees, taking his cock in her beautifully manicured hands before ramming it down her throat, her eyes rolling back the moment his head met her lips. He felt the pleasure ripple and build up within him as he watched her take his cock deep down her throat, her eyes beginning to stream from the length of it, her mouth-watering from the taste. Watching her take him like that was almost too much to bear, and he was worried he’d lose it any moment before he got the chance to fuck her properly.

“You like my big cock?” he asked then, his voice raggedy, his entire body desperate to writhe and twist from the pleasure. He felt like he was losing his mind.

Unable to speak, she nodded, her eyes wide as she looked up at him.

“Good girl.” He then groaned before leaning down, grabbing her waist and pulling her up until she was standing in front of him. He then grabbed her throat and kissed her deeply for a second before turning her around and pushing her up against the bedroom wall, knowing he was only seconds away from exploding. Typically, alcohol made it harder for men to come, but he was lucky to be dating the best aphrodisiac in the world. She drove him crazy, and no matter how much he had drunk or how many times she had made him cum in a day, he was always ready for more, desperate.

“What are you going to do to me?” She asked, her voice higher and lighter than usual. His cock was throbbing so hard it was almost painful, and he knew she was doing it on purpose. She knew that he liked this innocent act far too much.

“I’m going to fuck you so hard you’re unable to walk back up to the deck.”

He then growled in her ear before thrusting his hard cock deep into her ass, causing her to gasp and howl as he started to fuck her from behind. She rested her head up against him instantly as he pumped into her deeply. While one of his arms leant against the wall to carry both of their weight, the other met her breast, grabbing and squeezing it, even slapping it to feel the plump juiciness of her wiggle against him. The harder he fucked her, the louder she moaned, and though he knew the others up above could likely hear them, that only made him eager to make her louder.

“You’ve been so good waiting for me like this all night,” he said as he continued to fuck her, feeling the way her asshole sucked him in even deeper with each thrust, begging for him in the exact way that he had been begging for her. They fit so perfectly it drove him insane, the best feeling in the world that he could ever imagine. He went so deep in her for a moment that the two of them gasped from the pleasure, winded, having to take a minute to catch their breath before speaking. “I’ve had to watch you in that tiny little bikini, prancing about, bouncing like a little slut. I’ve had an erection for hours. It’s been so painful.”

“You’re the only one I want.” She whispered back, her voice squeaking and turning into moans as she struggled to keep control of her body.

“Good girl.” He moaned again. “And I’m the only one you’re going to get.”

Seconds later, his hand flew from her breast to her pussy and finger fucked her as he continued to ram himself deep into her asshole.

After only a few flicks of his fingers, he could feel that she was beginning to squirt, spraying the side of the bathroom, causing him to really start to lose the sense of control he had enjoyed the last few minutes. He was going to cum so hard in her that she would never be the same again, and he couldn’t wait.

“What about me have you missed the most this evening?” He asked then as she continued to squirt, more juices flying out of her than he’d ever seen before. “As you’ve been jumping around in your little bikini, have you been watching the way I’ve been watching you? Have you been teasing me on purpose, or do you drive me crazy like this on pure instinct? Tell me what you love.”

Her head was leaning back hard against his shoulder now, and she seemed entirely to be in his control, barely even able to stand up, let alone do anything else.

“Your cock.” She gasped out. “I fucking love your cock.”

He groaned then and felt his orgasm begin to rise up, so he slapped her ass, leaving a pretty pink handprint on the soft of her cheek. He loved the way her body danced for him even when he owned her entirely.

“You love my cock?” he asked, knowing he was mere moments away from losing it.

“The way you and your big cock fuck me!” she howled, the juices still spewing out of her in the way he had never seen before. “Oh god, Jasper!”

It was then, feeling the warmth and softness of her body against his, the juices pooling out of her and drenching their feet, and the way she had given her entire body and mind over to him, that he came hard inside her. He pressed her up harder against the wall as he came, staying inside of her as he filled her up, loving how she squealed and moaned from the sensation. He knew that he could tell her to do or say anything at this moment, and she would be like putty in his hands.

“You’re all mine.”

He whispered then into the sweaty mass of her hair.

“I’m all yours.” She whispered. He could hear her smile in her voice and couldn’t wait to kiss her again.