Faking It(12)

It's not fair, either, I found myself thinking, that he’s so damned good looking. Despite my confusion and surging emotions, the image of him after he’s pulled me out of the water, his thick, wet hair slicked back off his face, his thin, white cotton shirt gone see-through and clinging to his sculptured chest and hard, defined abs. I even felt a tingle in my most intimate parts. Thankfully, a snore from Tanya in the bunk above broke me from my reverie.

You still know what you have to do, I reminded myself. Maybe the kiss was a good thing. If no one saw, which I was almost sure about, and if Tyler didn’t report me, I wouldn’t be fired and, almost certainly, I’d have him where I wanted him. I just needed to string him along for the day and then I could drop my bomb on him in the evening. It may end up being a private revenge, but if I could see just one glimmer of remorse, regret, or pain in his eyes over the way he’s lived his life and the people he’s hurt, it would all be worthwhile.





Tyler

I lifted the tantalizingly sheer, gossamer fabric up over her head. Her honey-blonde hair cascaded in curls over her delicate shoulders and down her smooth, slender back. She giggled coyly as I spun her around to face me, her arms crossed playfully over her bare chest and a shining smile of pure delight dancing over her enticing lips. She shyly dropped her slim arms and I marveled at the perfection before me. The glittering sunlight played across her naked form as I reached out and gently caressed her soft, rounded breasts. Her eyes closed, that bright smile still enchanting me. My cock felt fully engorged. She reached down and delicately placed her small hand on it.

“God, you’re so beautiful, Misty,” I heard myself whisper. “I’m dying to be inside you…”

“What did you say, baby?” Ada breathed by my ear. She caressed my cheek with one hand, lying on her side against me. Her other hand was gripping my rock-hard shaft.

“Uh… what was what?” I answered, still groggy.

“You’re dying to be inside who?” she teased me, squeezing the base of my upstanding dick enough to cause a slight pain.

“Uhm, all you, baby, you know that,” I managed to smile at her, gasping lightly as she dug her nails in.

“Well, maybe,” she purred, “it’s time for fantasies to become reality.” I felt her hot nipples brush against my skin. gliding down the side of my body as she slid under the covers. I felt her warm tongue touch the tip of me, then her soft lips envelop the swollen head of my cock. Still half asleep, I closed my eyes as the blissful sensation of her mouth on me flowed up through my body, only for my vision of Misty, smiling, naked, and still glowing golden, drifted back into my mind. I suddenly sat bolt upright, throwing the covers off us both.

“What is it?” she demanded.

“Sorry, darling,” I stammered, “gotta pee. You know how it is.” I jumped up and rushed to the bathroom, leaving her naked and kneeling in the middle of the huge, round bed. What is wrong with you? I asked myself, Have you not heard of Blue Balls? They can be fatal, you know?

My heart was racing and I was finding it hard to breathe. Ada was the heir to an enormous Japanese corporation, young, intelligent, and constantly voted by Harper’s, GQ, and Vogue as one of the ten most beautiful women on the planet. Yet I was hiding from her in the bathroom because she was sucking me off. How fucked up was that?

Why couldn’t I get Misty out of my head? Why did it feel wrong to be with Ada, when she was almost begging me to fuck her? It was crazy, I hardly knew the girl, yet I’d dived straight into the sea to save her, spent the whole night talking to her, and felt like the luckiest man in the world when she kissed me. She kissed me. I was too taken aback to do much about it at the time. All I remember is her, suddenly pressing those soft lips against my own, her intoxicating scent filling my senses, the warmth of her skin brushing mine, and me, sitting there like a jerk, thinking all my Christmases had come at once.

Whatever it was, no matter how physically turned on Ada got me, I just didn’t want to be with her. I guess that meant I wanted to be with Misty? Like I felt that letting Ada get me off would be like cheating? Whatever. I needed to think. I was just beginning to wonder how Misty was feeling, she seemed just as thrown off by the kiss as I was, when there was a knock on the bathroom door.

“Darling? Are you okay?” came Ada’s voice.

“Yeah,” I called back, turning on the shower. “I’ll be right out.”

“Well, hurry up. Breakfast is being served.”

I sat on the toilet until I heard her using her hairdryer. I figured there would be less chance of her trying to jump me if she was started on her beauty regime. With any luck, she’d have quickly got herself off while she thought I was in the shower, so I should be able to get dressed and slip out without too much hassle.

I needed to talk with her. It wasn’t fair to keep Ada hanging on. I’m sure sex with her would be amazing and, for fuck’s sake, I was horny enough. But, whether there was ever going to be anything between Misty and I or not, I couldn’t sleep with Ada and be wishing I was with someone else. The truth was I didn’t want to be with Ada. I wanted to be with Misty. And, regardless of if she felt the same way, I had to be honest about that, no matter what.

Only, it was a bad idea to break up with someone as strong-willed and as used to getting what she wants as Ada, while we’re both trapped on a boat in the middle of the Caribbean Sea. I’d have to fend her off until we put into port.