“Then you should probably fuck her,” she murmured into his ear, her voice thick with desire. “I bet she’s desperate for your cock.”

She slid her fingers over my aching slit, gathering the slick evidence of just how ready I was. Then she brought them to Sean’s mouth, her eyes locked on his as she pressed her dripping fingers past his lips, letting him taste me.

He groaned, sucking on her fingers, his gaze flicking back to me. His hand wrapped around his cock as he pulled free from my mouth, the swollen tip glistening.

With a smirk, he gripped himself and slapped my cheek with his sloppy shaft.

“Delicious little slut,” he murmured, watching the way I trembled beneath him. His thumb traced over my swollen lips, forcing them open again. “Would you like me to fuck your needy pussy, slut?”

The mere question made my whole body quiver, my breath catching in my throat.

“Yeah,” I gasped. “Oh, fuck, yes, please.”

Sean’s smirk widened.

“I need you to fuck me.” My voice was barely a whisper, but my body screamed for him. “Please. Oh God, please fuck me with that thick, fucking long cock.”

My own desperation shocked me, but I felt the way it affected him, the way his cock twitched in his grip, the way his chest rose and fell in deep, controlled breaths. He loved me begging, he loved my desperation.

“I’m so fucking wet for you,” I moaned, my hips rocking up, pleading.

Sean exhaled a dark chuckle, then moved down my body, his hands firm as he grabbed a pillow. Naomi helped him position it beneath my hips, lifting me just enough, angling me perfectly for him.

I lifted my hips eagerly, completely open, completely exposed.

He groaned at the sight, his fingers dragging through my puffy wet folds, teasing, testing.

Then he pushed my right leg wide, holding me open, while Naomi took my left, pinning me down.

There I was, spread before him. The bed rocked beneath me as the ship rolled.

His fingers traced my swollen clit, slick and sensitive, then he brought them to his lips, tasting me again, his eyes dark and hungry.

Without warning, he lifted his hand, slap.

A sharp, stinging strike to my clit.

“Oh! Fuck.” I moaned, my back arching, my breath shuddering at the mix of pleasure and pain shooting through me.

Sean smirked, rubbing the tender spot with slow, teasing circles, watching the way I writhed beneath him, my body responding to his every touch.

“You like that, don’t you?” His voice was low, teasing, full of control.

I whimpered, barely able to form words.

“Then you’re going to love what comes next.”

Sean gripped his cock, pressing the head against my entrance, teasing, stretching me just enough to make my whole body tense in anticipation.

Naomi moaned beside us, watching with dark, hooded eyes. "Fuck her," she breathed, her voice dripping with lust. "Fuck the little slut. Fuck her until she shakes."

And then he did.

With one sharp thrust, he drove inside me, the angle perfect, the sheer force of it sending a shockwave through my body. My back arched, my mouth falling open in a strangled gasp as he slid deep into my core.

His hand shot forward, fingers curling around my throat, pinning me beneath him as he set a brutal rhythm, deep, powerful thrusts that left me shaking beneath him.

A long, low moan tore from my lips, trembling with every slam of his hips.

That moan was cut off as his grip tightened on my throat.

My pulse pounded against his fingers, as he controlled every inch of me, forcing my body to surrender completely to his. Unable to draw breath, the lack of air heightened everything, the heat, the desperation, the overwhelming need clawing at my insides.

Naomi slipped her hand between us, her fingers finding my clit, rubbing in slow, teasing circles.

Sean's hand released briefly and I drew in some sweet air, "Oh fuck," I gasped, my body writhing as Sean’s thick cock slammed into me with unrelenting force. My small tits bounced with every thrust, as Naomi's free hand found them, slender fingers pinching my nipples, rolling them between her fingertips before tugging hard, letting them snap back in a delicious sting.

I cried out, the pleasure so sharp, so overwhelming that it left me trembling beneath them.

But Naomi wasn’t satisfied.

She let out a mocking little laugh, her voice laced with challenge. "Come on, Sean. Is that all you’ve got?" She dragged her nails down my stomach, making me shiver. "I wanted to see her getting pounded, this is weak shit. Put some effort in."

Sean growled at the taunt, his eyes flashing as his grip on my throat tightened the cut off the air again.

He sped up, his body slamming into mine, his weight pressing me down as his pace grew vicious.

The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room, mingling with the deep, primal sounds tearing from Sean’s throat. His muscles flexed, arms bulging as he held me down, hips snapping into me, pounding me into the mattress with relentless force.

"Come on, you little pussy," she purred, rubbing my clit harder, her breath hot against my cheek. "She’d get fucked harder if she just waited for the rocking of the ship to move you."

Sean’s jaw tightened, his thrusts somehow growing even deeper, harder. The entire world blurred into nothing but the force of him, the overwhelming pleasure wracking through me, the way my body clenched and shook under his control.

And I knew I wouldn’t last much longer.

Sean let out a deep, primal growl before flipping me over, his hand pressing down on the back of my head as he placed himself at my pussy entrance once more and drove into me from behind.

He took me, deep, relentless, raw. The obscene sounds of our bodies colliding filled the room, each thrust sending a shockwave of pleasure through me. My fingers curled into the sheets, my moans and screams muffled by the sheets my face was pressed into, still desperate as he pounded into me.

But Naomi wasn’t satisfied.

"Are you even trying, Sean?" she moaned, amusement lacing her voice. "Get some fucking leverage and fuck her."

Her fingers curled into my hair, yanking my head back as Sean’s grip tightened on my hips.

I gasped as he pulled me up onto my hands and knees, his hand twisting in my hair as Naomi thrust roughly into his hand, arching my back just the way he wanted me. Then he drove into me with long, powerful thrusts, each stroke slamming me against his hard thighs, only to be yanked back again, over and over, relentless, unyielding.

"Oh, fuck!" I wailed, my body shaking beneath him, completely at his mercy. Despite finally being able to breathe again, it was hard to catch my breath as my body was pounded so viciously. 

Naomi watched with wicked delight, her own hand slipping between her legs, as she knelt in front of me, her eyes dark with mischief.

"Tell him what you need, you little slut," she purred before slapping me across the face, sharp enough to sting hotly.

I gasped, my lips parting as pleasure spiked through me. "Ohhh, fuck, I need it harder."

Another slap.

Another, brutal thrust.

"Tell him," Naomi murmured, her nails teasing over my nipples before she twisted them, pulling just enough to make my breath hitch. "Tell him how you need him fucking your whore cunt deeper."

"Fuck, deeper!" I moaned, the words barely escaping me, my whole body trembling. "Use me. Break me."

Sean chuckled darkly, his voice rough with pleasure. "Oh, I will." His grip tightened in my hair as he obeyed, slamming into me harder, deeper, his pace turning savage.

His free hand came down on my ass, the sharp sting making me cry out before he gripped me again, holding me in place as he fucked me exactly the way I needed.

His thumb slid over my asshole, teasing, pressing, stretching me open as he continued pounding into me. The unexpected sensation made me cry out, my body clenching around him as my pleasure spiraled out of control.

Naomi purred, her fingers pinching my nipples again, twisting just right as Sean’s knuckles pushed inside my ass, stretching, claiming, owning.

"That’s better," Naomi purred, watching my body shake beneath them, my moans turning to desperate, broken sobs of pleasure. "Now you can cum for us like the little whore you are."

"That’s it, you little slut," Sean growled, his breath hot against my skin. "Take the fucking you’ve been craving. You love being a little fucktoy, don’t you?" His voice was dark, teasing, dripping with possession. "You’re aching for that release."

I was gasping, moaning, crying out as the tension in my body coiled tighter, winding like a spring about to snap.

"Oh, fuck, yes, like that!" My voice broke into breathless cries, my body writhing beneath him. "Oh, fuck, yes, yes, yes, YEEEEES!"

Sean didn’t falter.

His cock was relentless, driving into me with a punishing rhythm, his grip in my hair pulling me back into each brutal thrust. Every inch of me was consumed by him, by the way he took me, owned me, refused to let me hold anything back.

A violent shudder ripped through me, my body locking up as the first shockwaves of pleasure slammed into me. My walls clenched around his length, a strangled, wavering cry breaking from my lips as the climax hit, so sharp and overwhelming that it bordered on pain.

Sean only growled, tightening his hold, keeping the pace unforgiving as he dragged me through it, taking me further and further, stretching the moment until I thought I might break apart entirely.

"Fuck, Sean!" I screamed, my climax slamming into me in full force, my muscles spasming, my nails digging into the sheets as I shook with the intensity of it.

He hauled me up by my hair, my back arching against his chest, my body still trembling, pulsing, gripping his cock like a vice.

His hand curled around my throat, holding me right where he wanted me.

"That’s a good little slut," he rasped in my ear, his cock still buried deep inside me, still fucking me, refusing to let me come down from the high. "Don’t fucking stop. Ride those waves."

His fingers slid between my legs, rubbing my still-sensitive clit, sending a fresh jolt of electricity shooting through me.

I let out a desperate, whimpering moan, my body twitching, quivering against him as the aftershocks crashed over me. My muscles clenched, spasmed, surrendered.

Sean didn’t let go.

His arms wrapped around me, holding me tight, his cock still throbbing inside me, his breath ragged but steady.

Naomi watched, her dark eyes filled with hunger, her lips curling into a slow, wicked smile.

She reached forward, grabbing Sean, her nails digging into his skin as she pulled Sean away, dragging him toward her.

"Okay," she purred, eyes flicking to Sean, then back to me. "That slut is broken now. It’s my turn.

"But since you’re so gentle," she teased, her voice dripping with challenge, "I need a bit more danger."

Without another word, she walked toward the balcony, the heavy door rattling as she threw it open to the storm outside.

Wind howled through the room, whipping her dark hair around her face as she stepped into the chaos, the sea churning violently below, rain misting against her skin. She gripped the railing, arching her back, thrusting her full round ass out toward him, a silent, demanding invitation.

"Come and show me if you’re man enough to take me," she screamed into the wind, her voice carried away into the night.

I lay on the bed, my body still trembling, still trying to catch my breath as the cold air swirled over my heated skin. My heart pounded as I stared at her, stunned.

I never knew she was this wild.

Sean pulled his cock from me, leaving me sprawled on the sheets, my thighs still slick, still aching from the way he had just used me. But he didn’t hesitate.

His gaze locked onto Naomi, his cock swaying, hard and ready, his expression dark and unreadable. He moved toward her with slow, deliberate steps, his muscles tight, his presence commanding.

When he reached her, he fisted her hair, yanking her head back, forcing her to face him as he crashed his mouth onto hers.

The kiss was brutal, a clash of teeth, tongues, breath. Naomi moaned into it, but then, she bit his lip.

Hard.

Sean hissed as the sharp sting of pain hit, the metallic taste of blood touching his tongue.

She licked her lips, her smile feral. "Fuck me then, you useless fuck!" she growled, her voice ragged, taunting, begging to be put in her place.

A muscle ticked in Sean’s jaw. Then he yanked her back harder, his grip unforgiving, his palm coming down hard on her ass.

Crack.

Naomi gasped, the sound swallowed by the storm.

Crack.

Another sharp slap, heat blooming on her skin despite the cold wind and the misting rain.

Crack.

Again, harder.

Naomi let out a wild, breathless moan, her fingers clawing at the railing as he spanked her again and again, leaving her gasping, her body arching, her skin burning from the force of it.

The storm raged around them, the ship rocking beneath their feet, but she didn’t seem to care.

I forced myself up, my legs weak, my body still trembling and my used cunt throbbing. The floor swayed beneath me, but I barely noticed. 

I didn’t even really notice the rain and spray as it lashed at me as I approached the balcony.

Reaching Naomi, I lifted my hand and slapped her across the face, the sound sharp, cutting through the wind.

She gasped, her head snapping to the side.

"Oh, you’ll get what’s coming to you, you bitch," I hissed, gripping her chin, forcing her to look at me. "Making him go that fucking hard on me? Well, I’ll make sure you don’t get off easy."

Naomi’s lips curled into a slow, sinful smile, her breath hitching.

"I’m counting on it," she purred.

Sean spread Naomi’s legs wider with a firm press of his foot, his grip shifting as he groped my ass, his fingers kneading the soft flesh possessively. His eyes flicked to mine, dark with lust and command.

"Force my cock inside her," he growled.

A wicked grin curled my lips. I reached between them, gripping his shaft, positioning him against Naomi’s tight little ass hole.

I leaned in, my breath hot against her ear. "You better hope he got well-lubed inside me," I murmured, "because he’s not getting any more."

Before she could react, I tightened my hold on the base of Sean’s cock and pushed, forcing his hips forward, making him breach her.

Naomi let out a strangled gasp, her nails digging into the railing as her body trembled beneath him.

Sean exhaled a harsh breath, his muscles tensing, feeling her stretch around him. His arm hooked around her throat, yanking her back against his chest, his lips brushing her ear.

"You’re fucking mine now," he growled.

Then, without warning, he shoved her forward, pressing her against the cold metal of the balcony rail, his grip twisting into her hair, holding her exactly where he wanted her.

And then he took her.

His hips snapped forward, his body slamming into hers with punishing force. There was no build-up, no slow easing, just relentless, brutal claiming. Each thrust forced ragged moans from her lips, her body caught between pleasure and sharp, unrelenting intensity.

Naomi screamed, her voice competing with the howl of the wind, mixing with the crash of the waves far below.

The rain lashed against our skin, the cold biting where our bodies weren’t flushed with heat, but none of it mattered. Not the storm, not the ship rocking beneath us.

Sean slipped an arm around my waist, yanking me against him. His lips crashed into mine, his tongue sliding deep, claiming me even as he destroyed Naomi against the railing.

Then, without a word, he pushed me down to my knees.

"Eat her soaking cunt until she squirts all over your pretty face," he commanded.

I didn’t hesitate.

I moved beneath her, my hands skimming up her trembling thighs, nails dragging just enough to leave ghostly red lines in their wake. Naomi was drenched, her body betraying her despite the sharp cries leaving her lips.

I pinched her nipples, rolling them between my fingers before leaning in, my teeth grazing over the sensitive peaks.

Naomi shuddered, her hands gripping the railing tighter, her breath hitching.

Then I buried my face between her legs.

She jerked, her hips bucking forward, a strangled moan tearing from her throat as my tongue flicked against her, teasing, tormenting, owning.

I didn’t go easy on her.

I was rough, using my teeth on her swollen folds as much as my tongue, dragging out every broken sound from her lips. I wanted to hear her beg, to feel her lose herself completely.

The rain poured over Naomi’s body, cascading down her curves, dripping onto me as I knelt beneath her. Every punishing thrust from Sean sent a spray of water splashing onto my face, his rhythm unrelenting, his pace brutal. The weight of his body against hers, the sheer force of him sent ripples of sensation through all of us.

Naomi was screaming, her cries lost to the storm, her voice breaking with raw, unfiltered pleasure. She wasn’t just taking it, she was begging for more.

"Harder!" she choked out between gasping moans, her fingers clawing at the railing for support.

Sean growled, his grip tightening in her hair, his other hand bracing against her shoulder as he used her, pulling her back into every savage thrust. Her body rocked with the force of it, her ass swallowing every inch of him as if she could never have enough.

I could see it in her, the way she strained against him, the tension coiling in every muscle, the way her moans turned into desperate, incoherent cries.

She was close.

"Finger this little wild thing’s needy cunt," Sean growled, his voice thick with control. "Harder."

I obeyed, thrusting my fingers inside her, curling them, stretching her, fucking her as his cock drove deeper into her ass. My fingers could feel his cock filling her from the inside.

I pressed my hand deeper between her thighs, first two fingers, then three, then four, plunging into her slick, clenching heat as I caught my breath. The contrast between the brutal pounding behind her and my relentless fingers had her whole body quivering, her back arching, her breath ragged and broken.

She shuddered, her body wracked with sensation, the pleasure building to an unbearable intensity.

Sean’s grip on her hair tightened, his other hand locking onto her hip, his muscles straining as he fucked her harder even than he had fucked me. And still, Naomi took it.

She loved it.

Her need drove him on, pushed him further, deeper. And then she broke.

Her scream ripped through the air, her entire body locking up as the storm raged around us, lightning flashing in the distance, thunder rolling over the ship like a beast awakened.

Naomi shook, her climax tearing through her in waves more wild than those below us, her hands finally slipping from the balustrade, her strength giving out. Sean caught her immediately, wrapping his arms around her, holding her upright even as her body convulsed with the force of her release.

He didn’t let go. His cock still impaled her, still pulsing inside her as she trembled in his grasp.

"Don’t stop, Katie," he commanded, his voice dark and full of possession. "Keep fucking her tight little cunt."

I did.

I worked my hand inside her relentlessly, dragging her pleasure out, refusing to let her come down from the high.

Her body was almost limp in Sean’s arms, reduced to shudders and silent gasps. Her mouth fell open, but no moans escaped, just breathless, shattered sounds, her chest heaving, her entire being consumed by the pleasure we forced upon her.

Sean pressed a kiss against her rain-drenched skin, his lips curling into a smirk. "That’s a good girl," he murmured, his voice full of satisfaction. "But we’re not finished yet."

My thumb circled Naomi’s soaked, throbbing clit, teasing, pressing, massaging as the rain poured down over all of us, drenching our overheated bodies.

Sean rocked his hips behind her, grinding his cock deeper into her ass, his breath ragged but steady, his control absolute. He reached forward, his fingers joining mine, working her, teasing her, forcing her body to stay on edge even as she trembled in my arms.

Naomi shuddered, gasping, her moans fractured and weak. She looked like she was about to beg us to stop, her body barely able to take more.

But instead, she let out a breathless, broken moan.

"Is that all you’ve got?"

Sean chuckled darkly, his hand sliding up her body to cup her jaw, turning her face just enough to press a slow, teasing kiss against her cheek.

"You are one of a kind," he murmured, amusement and admiration lacing his voice.

Then, without hesitation, he scooped her up into his arms, carrying her inside, away from the storm, away from the wild sea, away from the edge of oblivion we had pushed her to.

He threw her onto the bed, her body landing in a breathless sprawl, her skin flushed, her chest rising and falling in ragged gasps.

Then he turned to me.

Before I could react, his hands were on me, pulling me in, claiming my lips in a kiss that was deep, all-consuming, his tongue sliding against mine, tasting the remnants of our little plaything between us.

I melted into it, moaning softly against his mouth, my fingers reaching down to wrap around his pulsing, still-hard cock.

It throbbed in my small hand, hot and slick from Naomi, the weight of it making my breath hitch.

"You must be needing a release soon," I murmured against his lips, pushing my wet hair out of my face as I gave him a slow, teasing stroke.

Sean exhaled heavily, his gaze dark as he cupped my cheek, his thumb grazing over my swollen lips.

"Mmm," he hummed, tilting his head, eyes burning into mine. "I’m about ready to reward you two little sluts."

A wicked grin curled my lips.

"Good," I purred.

"I really need your cum," I whispered, my breath hot against his skin, my hand stroking him faster, firmer, the desperation thick in my voice. "Fuck, I need it on me."

Sean groaned, his fingers digging into my ass as I whimpered against his ear, my words spurring him on.

"On your knees," he commanded, his voice rough, filled with dark amusement.

I obeyed instantly, sinking down as he beckoned Naomi over. She dragged herself forward, her body still trembling from the pleasure we had wrung from her, but her hunger was still there, smoldering in her dark, hooded eyes.

She knelt beside me, both of us looking up at him eagerly, breathless, needy.

Sean guided our lips to his cock, his fingers threading through our hair, tilting our heads so he could watch as we moved in perfect rhythm, our tongues sliding along his thick length.

I moaned against him, my own arousal too overwhelming to ignore. My free hand slipped between my legs, my fingers teasing myself as I worked my lips over his shaft, anticipating his release, aching for it.

Sean let out a deep, shuddering breath, his control slipping. He stepped back, gripping himself, stroking hard and fast, his gaze locked onto us, his two well-fucked little playthings, kneeling before him, our bodies eager, waiting.

We started to beg.

"Oh fuck, I can’t wait," Naomi moaned, licking her lips, her gaze locked onto his pulsing cock.

"Fucking cum on me," I pleaded, my voice breathless, desperate.

"Cum in my face," Naomi echoed, her hand slipping between her legs, matching my need.

"Fuck, I want it," I gasped, my fingers curling against my aching clit, my own pleasure building just from the sheer anticipation of it.

Sean groaned, his muscles tensing, his breath ragged.

"Please!" my voice was a desperate whimper, my body begging for it. "Please, fucking give me your cum."

"Shoot your load in my face," Naomi panted, her eyes locked onto his, her tongue flicking over her lips.

Sean’s grip tightened, his whole body stiffening, his groan deep and primal.

And we knew what was coming next.

And God, we wanted it.

Sean groaned, his muscles tightening, his hand gripping his cock as he lost himself to the pleasure. Suddenly, he pumped his shaft hard, his release spilling over us in hot, thick ropes.

A long, deep moan escaped my lips as the first streams of hot cum painted my face, sliding down to my lips, dripping onto my chest. Another heavy load followed, splattering across my skin before he turned, aiming at Naomi, spraying her face as he continued to stroke his cock throwing droplets of cum everywhere, leaving us both marked, claimed.

I grinned, satisfaction thrumming through me as each pulse of sperm had hit my skin, my breath ragged, my body still trembling. The sheer intensity of the moment sent a shockwave through me, pleasure twisting low in my belly, making my body shudder as a modest, unexpected orgasm fluttered through me.

As I climaxed, Naomi reached for Sean’s still-throbbing length, guiding him into her mouth, sucking greedily, moaning as she worked him over, desperate for every last drop of him.

I barely had time to catch my breath before the ship lurched, the motion sending me toppling sideways with a startled yelp as my orgasm distracted me.

Naomi laughed, crawling over to me, her eyes shining with mischief. She hovered over me, her tongue flicking out to lick my face clean, slow and teasing.

I moaned softly, my lips parting as she kissed me, the salty, lingering taste of Sean filling my mouth.

I greedily accepted it, my tongue tangling with hers as she passed it between us, the warmth of her body pressed against mine, her scent mingling with the lingering storm outside.

Sean sat down on the bed, spent for now, his chest still rising and falling with heavy breaths. He reached for the bottle of champagne, taking a long sip as he watched us, amusement and satisfaction flickering in his dark green eyes.

For a while, Naomi and I passed the taste back and forth, tongues teasing, exploring, before she pulled away just enough to let it spill from her lips, a thick, glistening dollop falling onto my face.

I gasped, my cheeks burning, my thighs squeezing together at the sheer filthiness of it.

Naomi only smirked before leaning in to lick it back up, moaning softly as she did.

Sean chuckled, shaking his head, his voice full of admiration. "You two are fucking wild, and I love it."

I sighed, finally letting my body relax against the floor, Naomi curling up beside me.

And that’s when the chill hit.

The storm still raged outside, the balcony door still open, and suddenly, our damp, sweat-slicked skin felt cold.

Sean noticed the way we shivered and smirked, standing up and making his way toward the en-suite.

A moment later, the sound of water filled the room, steam already beginning to curl into the air.

"Come on," he murmured, leaning against the doorframe, beckoning us forward. "Let’s get you two warmed up."

Naomi and I exchanged glances before scrambling to our feet, giggling as we stumbled into the small, enclosed shower, the heat of the water instantly soothing against our chilled skin.

Hands roamed.

Bodies pressed.

The warmth, the closeness, the lingering tension, everything worked together, reigniting the need, the hunger.

I looked up at Sean and smirked.

This was going to be a very good cruise.