Katie

As we step aboard the ship, I take a long, satisfying look at the polished decks, the subtle sway of the ocean already humming beneath my feet. The salty breeze has that tang I adore, promising mischief and indulgence. Jack gives my hand a squeeze, a knowing smile pulling at the corners of his lips. He’s quiet as ever, but his eyes glint with that familiar, thrilling look. We’ve been talking about this trip for months, and now we’re finally here, ready to make the most of our little floating paradise.

We check in, and I give a polite nod to the crew, feeling the pulse of excitement build as we’re directed to our cabin. I stifle a smirk. Not exactly the sprawling villa we had in the Mediterranean, but cosy enough for a few plans. The bed looks big enough, at least. Jack catches my eye, lips twitching with amusement, clearly reading my mind. I can already imagine us here, testing the squeak of that bed frame, but there’ll be time for that later. For now, I tug his arm, pulling him towards the door with a wink.

We drop our bags and make our way to one of the bars. It’s a quiet spot with dim lighting, the kind of place perfect for nursing a cocktail or two while eyeing strangers across the room. Jack orders a whisky, smooth as always, and I go for something light and bubbly, savoring the coolness of the glass against my fingers. The atmosphere is pleasantly subdued, early evening calm settling around us like a cloak. I pull out my phone, tapping out a quick message to the others, letting them know where we are.

I lean back in my seat, crossing my legs just slowly enough to catch Jack’s gaze flickering down. His cheeks redden, barely noticeable, but I know that look all too well. The thrill of being in a new place, with the delicious prospect of fresh adventures, simmers between us, adding a spark to the air. My mind drifts, and I think of Mark, Bex, Amy, and Matt, of the laughter and sly smiles that always seem to crop up whenever we’re together. Last year’s ski trip comes to mind, the ways we pushed each other’s limits, especially Matt. I grin, imagining his nervous laugh, his tendency to overcompensate with that loud bravado of his, hiding a sweet, delicious insecurity I find entirely too tempting.

My phone buzzes with replies. Amy’s the first to respond, of course. “On our way! Bring on the cocktails and the chaos,” she writes, a hint of her playful tone even coming through in text. I feel a thrill of anticipation settle in my stomach. If there’s one thing about Amy, it’s that she brings a bit of fire wherever she goes. A moment later, Matt chimes in, likely following right behind her. I chuckle, leaning closer to Jack, sharing the messages.

“What do you think?” I ask, raising my glass, letting my gaze flick over his lips. “Think they’re ready for another year of adventure?”

Jack’s eyes twinkle with that familiar spark, lifting his glass to meet mine. “With you involved? I doubt they stand a chance.” He says it quietly, so only I can hear, but it’s enough to make my skin prickle with anticipation.

Bex

As we sip our drinks, waiting for the others to join us, I let my mind wander over the nights to come. We’re not in the villa this time, but I can tell this ship has its own delights waiting to be discovered.

The evening is buzzing with a warm energy as I slide onto the barstool next to Mark, watching Katie and Jack at the far end of the bar, their heads bent close, sharing a drink in that quiet, knowing way they always do. Amy and Matt are taking seats nearby, Matt cracking a loud joke that fills the space, his nerves like an open book to anyone paying attention. I share a grin with Mark, feeling that subtle thrill that always hums around this group when we’re together.

Once everyone has a drink in hand, we make our way to one of the ship’s restaurants. It’s the kind of place that glows with dim lighting, soft music drifting in the background. We’re seated at a table tucked into a cosy corner, away from the main flow of people, giving us a bit of privacy, not that any of us are exactly shy.

As we settle in and start glancing over the menus, our conversation turns to memories of last year’s trip. Laughter ripples around the table as we recount the skiing, the drinks, and, eventually, the wilder side of our holiday that had started as a tentative idea and had turned into something else entirely. I catch Mark’s eye across the table, both of us holding back matching smirks. We’ve discussed this trip more than once, wondering what it would bring. A little thrill of excitement runs through me as I glance around the table, watching their expressions, gauging where they all stand.

After a bit of back and forth, I lean forward, lowering my voice just enough to make them all listen closely.

“I’ve been thinking,” I say, my voice carrying that playful tone that’s been bubbling up since we boarded. “Since the cabins are small and, well, let’s face it, we’re not exactly in the villa with all that space,” I pause, grinning as their eyes brighten with intrigue. “Why don’t we try something a little different?”

There’s a glint in Katie’s eye, and I know she’s already following my thought. I take a sip of my wine, letting the tension build before continuing.

“Imagine this: instead of our usual arrangements, we could make it a bit more clandestine. Pretend we’re having secret affairs and assignations, sneaking around like we’re actually hiding something.” I glance at each of them, noticing a spark of interest, especially from Amy and Katie. “A bit of forbidden fun, keeping it from each other as if we’re being illicit.”

Mark’s hand finds mine under the table, giving it a gentle squeeze. We’d already tossed this idea around before the trip, to see if it might give the holiday a new twist. Now that it’s out in the open, I feel a delicious tension settling around the table.

Jack

Katie’s eyes meet mine, flashing with excitement as Bex’s suggestion hovers in the air. I can feel the old, familiar heat between us that always seems to simmer when we’re on one of these holidays. But then her teasing gaze shifts to me, a little wicked, and I know she’s weighing whether I’d be up for this new twist. She leans closer, her voice soft and just for me.

“You alright with this?” she asks, her lips curling into that cheeky grin. “You do love watching, after all. Think you can handle missing the live show?”

I look down, hiding a slight blush, but can’t help smiling back. “Honestly?” I murmur, holding her gaze. “I do love watching you, Katie. I wouldn’t like to miss out completely.”

Her hand slips over mine, her fingers tracing gentle circles. “I thought you might say that,” she whispers, with a wink. “How about this: I’ll give you all the details. Record a few things, even. Think about it, you don’t know what I’m up to exactly, but then you get to see it all later.”

The idea hits me harder than I expect, sending a rush of excitement down my spine. The thrill of not knowing and then discovering later it’s strange but exhilarating. I nod, squeezing her hand in silent agreement, and she rewards me with a smile that promises much more.

Amy

Bex’s suggestion hangs in the air, and I can feel Matt shifting beside me. His fingers drum lightly on the table, the only sign of his nerves as he mulls over the idea. I lean close, resting a hand on his knee, and lower my voice.

“What do you think?” I ask, giving him a small, supportive smile. “Last time, I know you needed to be involved. I don’t want you feeling uncomfortable.”

Matt meets my gaze, his hand settling over mine, and there’s something softer in his eyes, a thoughtfulness I haven’t seen in this context before. He takes a deep breath before speaking, keeping his voice quiet.

“I’ve been thinking about it since last time,” he admits, glancing briefly around the table. “And honestly, Amy, we’ve already gone past the line. Maybe it’d be easier if I just pretended it’s not happening. As long as it’s just here, just with all of you, then maybe that’s the way for me to get my head around it.”

I blink, surprised at how calm he sounds, how at ease he looks, and then I can’t hold back a delighted grin. “Really?” I whisper, feeling a thrill at the unexpected openness in his answer.

He gives a quiet laugh, brushing his thumb over my hand. “Yeah, really. So long as it’s just here, it might be interesting to see what happens if I just let go.”

I squeeze his hand, knowing he’s made a huge leap, and give him a warm, appreciative look. This could be more fun than I’d hoped.

Jack

The tension at the table is thick enough to cut, and I can feel my pulse thrumming with anticipation as we all nod, silently committing to Bex’s plan. Around me, the grins and sidelong glances tell me everyone’s already wrapped up in the thrill of it. Amy catches my eye, raising her glass with that familiar smirk, and I can feel a promise in her gaze, something I’ll be discovering later, if I’m lucky. I raise my glass in return, and we toast to an unspoken pact.

After dinner, we join the crowd gathering for the ship’s sail-away party. The energy on deck is alive, people dancing, laughing, the smell of salt and sea mingling with perfume and cologne. The music thrums through the air, a seductive pulse, and I can feel the buzz of it settling in my bones as we make our way onto the dance floor. Katie’s by my side, her hand brushing my arm, though I’m quickly aware that everyone’s movements have taken on a new kind of magnetism.

The others start drifting into pairs, chatting with other people on the deck, and I catch flickers of contact that leave my pulse racing a casual touch here, a lingering glance there. At one point, I spot Mark and Amy, her hand resting briefly on his chest as they share a laugh, their heads close together in a way that doesn’t look exactly innocent. I feel a rush of excitement, my mind already running wild, but I notice that Katie’s slipped away into the crowd, leaving me guessing. Whatever she’s up to, she’s keeping it well out of sight, and I have to admit I’m impressed. There’s a sly part of me that’s already wondering what surprises she’ll reveal later.

After a bit, I make my way over to the bar, ordering a whisky to calm the buzzing in my veins. Just as I’m waiting for the bartender, I feel someone slide up beside me. A faint, floral scent mingles with the sea air, and I glance over to see Amy leaning casually against the bar, a glint of mischief in her eyes.

She’s closer than necessary, her shoulder brushing mine, and her eyes flick up to meet mine with a slow, knowing smile. Her hand, at first just lightly resting on the bar, slips down, fingers grazing across my thigh before traveling lower. My breath catches as her hand finds its mark, pressing gently against my crotch, and I focus on keeping my face composed as the bartender sets down my drink.

“Enjoying the party?” she murmurs, her voice soft enough that only I can hear. I nod, clearing my throat, trying to keep my composure as her hand moves with maddening subtlety.

“More than I expected,” I manage, giving her a sidelong glance, trying to keep my voice casual. The excitement spikes higher as her fingers press against me, sending a rush of heat down my spine.

She lets out a quiet laugh, her lips just inches from my ear. “Good. I was hoping you’d be up for a little, private celebration. Think you could slip away without Katie noticing?”

I raise my glass to my lips, taking a slow sip to mask the grin threatening to spread. “I think that can be arranged,” I murmur, keeping my voice steady. “The question is, where do you want to go?”

Her hand lingers a moment longer, and I feel her breath on my neck as she leans even closer, her voice barely more than a whisper. “How about the top deck? I noticed a quiet corner, out of sight. Just you, me, and the stars.”

The thrill of it, a secret meeting, hidden in the open is almost too much. I keep my gaze on the bartender, nodding slightly as if lost in conversation, but my mind’s already on that secluded spot, Amy’s hand sliding away with a teasing brush as she steps back, giving me a quick, meaningful look over her shoulder.

“Give me five minutes,” I say, voice low. She nods, drifting back into the crowd with a final, playful look, leaving me to nurse my drink and wait, every nerve on edge.

I find Katie deep in a light-hearted chat with Bex, both of them laughing about something that looks perfectly innocent. I lean in, keeping my tone casual.

“Bit of a headache from the music,” I murmured. “Think I’ll wander the deck, get some air.”

Katie nods, her hand reaching up to touch my arm affectionately. “There’s paracetamol in the room if you need it,” she says with a small, knowing smile, and she gives me a quick kiss before turning back to Bex. She looks completely unaware of the real reason I’m slipping away, and that only heightens the thrill as I make my way through the crowd, weaving up toward the top deck.

Once I’m up there, the noise fades, muffled by the structure of the ship. The night air is cool, and the sky stretches wide above me, stars so bright I can even make out the faint band of the Milky Way. It’s beautiful, like that first night with Katie all those years ago, the two of us under a sky just like this, on the cusp of something new. A faint memory of Amy and Matt comes to mind how we’d all first met, in those early days when we had no idea we’d end up here, wrapped up in this strange, thrilling game.

I scan the deck, looking for Amy, and spot her peeking around a corner, that familiar mischievous grin flashing as she beckons me over. I approach, my heart pounding, taking in the sight of her standing by a deck chair she’s dragged into a quiet corner, shielded by shadows and the ship’s structure. The moonlight catches her auburn hair, casting glints of copper that almost seem to shimmer against the backdrop of the ocean. She’s tall, athletic, her toned frame unmistakable even in the dim light, and there’s a confidence in the way she stands that only makes the excitement sharper.

Before I can say a word, she steps close, and her lips are on mine in a quick, fierce kiss. “Quickly,” she murmurs, her voice low, urgent. “We don’t have much time. I told Matt I was grabbing something from the room.”

I chuckle, hands slipping instinctively to her waist. “You don’t think much of my stamina if you only gave us that much time.”

Amy laughs softly, the sound rich and warm against my ear. “Sorry, I panicked. We’ll get more time later. But right now, stop chatting.”

With a swift movement, she lifts her dress over her head, letting it fall at her feet. I barely have a moment to take in her silhouette, moonlight tracing the lines of her lithe, toned body before I’m shrugging off my shirt and letting it drop to the deck. She’s in control, moving with that easy, graceful confidence that’s somehow both soothing and electrifying. Her hand on my chest, she gently pushes me onto the deck chair, straddling me in one fluid motion, and for a moment, all I can see is her silhouette, backlit by the moon.

Then she’s sliding down onto me, and I can’t hold back a sharp intake of breath as she moves, her hips rolling in slow, deliberate circles. 

As Amy straddles me on the deck chair, a shiver of anticipation runs down my spine. The quiet thrill of her hands on my shoulders, her weight settling onto me, feels electric against the backdrop of the darkened sky and the faint, distant music from below. She moves slowly at first, teasing, her hips pressing down with a careful, languid rhythm that sends a rush of heat through me, stirring every nerve awake. My hands instinctively slide up her thighs, fingertips tracing the curve of her hips, feeling the strength and smoothness of her toned body beneath my hands.

Amy’s face is close, shadowed and mysterious, her expression just visible in the soft light of the moon that catches her auburn hair, making it glow faintly. I can feel her breath, warm against my neck as she leans down, and I close my eyes for a moment, letting myself get lost in the sensation of her body moving against mine. There’s an intensity in her movements, an urgency that mirrors my own, and every shift, every subtle grind of her hips, makes it harder to keep control. She’s deliberate, but unhurried, as if savouring each second of this encounter that’s equal parts thrilling and forbidden.

The night, the music, the thrill of secrecy it’s all too much, and I find myself thrusting back instinctively, the joke about my stamina resurfacing in my mind as I realize how close I am already.

I grip her hips more firmly, urging her on, and she meets my gaze, a mischievous smile playing on her lips. The way she holds herself confident, completely in command drives me to the edge, the tension we’ve both built up all night now coming to a head. The feel of her hands on my chest, steady and grounding, only pulls me deeper into the moment. I’m barely aware of anything else: the sounds of the ocean, the muffled bass of the music from below, the night air cooling our skin. All of it fades, leaving just the two of us moving together under the stars.

Amy’s rhythm quickens, and I match her pace, a low groan escaping my lips as her movements grow more intense. She’s watching me with a glint of playful satisfaction, as if enjoying the effect she has on me, and I’m almost too aware of how close I am, the excitement mounting with every shift of her hips. My hands slide up her sides, fingers finding the curve of her breasts, brushing over her skin as she moves, each contact adding to the ache building within me.

She leans down, her lips brushing close to my ear, her voice a whisper that’s half command, half plea. “Don’t hold back.” Her words spark something, and with a final, shared urgency, we both let go, the tension breaking in a rush of release that’s almost dizzying. Her head drops to my shoulder, and I can feel her breath come faster, our bodies pressed close, both of us riding the aftershocks of a quick, intense climax.

As she pulls back, a sly smile plays at the corners of her lips. “Knew you could be quick when you tried,” she teases, giving my shoulder a playful squeeze. “But don’t worry, I owe you a longer session later.”

I grin, still catching my breath, as she quickly gathers her clothes, slipping her dress back over her head with a fluid grace. She brushes a hand over my cheek, giving me a final, lingering look before disappearing into the shadows, making her way back to the party.

I wait a little longer, letting the cool air settle over me, the thrill still buzzing through my veins as I dress and head back down. When I rejoin the crowd, I catch sight of Katie, smiling and laughing, blissfully unaware of my “headache relief.” As I head over to her, I can feel the excitement stirring all over again, knowing this was only the beginning.

Katie

As Jack leans in, telling me he’s got a headache from the music, I nod, barely hiding a smile as I give his arm a quick squeeze. “There’s paracetamol in the room if you need it,” I reply, keeping my tone light. I press a soft kiss to his cheek before he slips away, disappearing into the crowd. Watching him go, I feel a flicker of excitement, imagining him finding Amy in some dark corner of the ship while I sit here, waiting for what the night might bring.

Once he’s gone, Bex nudges my arm, her eyes glinting with a hint of mischief. Just as I’m about to ask her what she’s up to, Mark and Matt join us, settling into seats nearby, both looking pleasantly buzzed from the drinks and the atmosphere. The four of us fall into easy conversation, sharing laughs over dinner memories and exchanging glances charged with anticipation for the days ahead.

Then, without warning, I feel Bex’s hand slide under the table, resting on my knee. At first, I’m stunned, trying to process the touch, unexpected, but undeniably welcome. Our flirtations from the first holiday felt like a distant memory, especially since last year we hadn’t really crossed that line again. When Bex had suggested we try to keep things secret this time, I’d assumed it meant we’d all be focused on the men. But Bex, it seems, has her own ideas.

I glance over at her, eyes wide with surprise, and she just gives me a subtle, knowing smirk, her fingers inching up my leg. I feel a pulse of heat at the thought of her hands on me again, her unexpected touch under the table sending a thrill through me. As our conversation carries on, Bex’s hand starts to slide higher, her fingers gentle yet insistent, tracing a teasing path along my thigh.

I shift slightly in my seat, parting my legs to let her explore further, feeling a tingle of excitement at the boldness of her touch. She glances at me from the corner of her eye, a faint grin tugging at her lips, her fingers inching up, just barely brushing against the sensitive skin where my dress ends. My breath catches, and I do my best to act casual, my voice steady as I respond to something Matt says, though it’s hard to focus on the words with Bex’s hand traveling further, her fingers grazing over my skin in a way that sends a shiver through me.

Her fingers become more deliberate, slipping higher until she’s pressing softly against me, hidden entirely beneath the table. I feel a rush of heat, leaning forward slightly to hide any betraying expression as she begins moving her fingers in slow, careful circles. She’s relentless, her fingers finding just the right pressure, and it’s all I can do to keep my expression neutral, struggling to stay composed while a wave of pleasure hums through me.

Matt’s talking about something, the ship’s schedule, I think but I can hardly focus, nodding along, responding just enough to keep from seeming distracted. Bex’s hand is steady, coaxing me closer to the edge as she keeps up the pretence of an innocent conversation. She’s good at this, her expression unbothered, carrying on with our chat as if her fingers aren’t driving me quietly mad under the table.

I bite my lip, trying not to squirm, letting the thrill of her touch wash over me, feeling the forbidden thrill of it. Bex leans forward, feigning interest in something Mark says, and her fingers press deeper, the pace of her movements sending a rush of warmth through me that’s almost overwhelming. She’s calculated, controlled, drawing me to the edge, and I can tell by the faint smirk she knows exactly what she’s doing.

As Bex’s fingers press deeper, her movements steady and relentless, I can feel the tension building rapidly, every nerve heightened under the pretense of casual conversation. I focus on keeping my face composed, my breathing steady, but each subtle movement of her fingers pushes me closer, teasing out a response that’s harder and harder to keep hidden.

Matt’s laughter pulls me back to the moment, and I force a smile, responding to a question I barely register. Bex’s hand, warm and knowing, continues its deft exploration beneath the table, her fingers working in a rhythm that’s deliberate and merciless. I feel my thighs tense, trying to stay still, my foot accidentally brushing against Mark’s leg in my effort to steady myself. I catch his eye, forcing myself to smile as if nothing’s amiss, though inside, a storm of sensation is taking over, my pulse thrumming wildly.

Bex doesn’t slow down. Her fingers move in tight circles, building the pressure, and I have to press my lips together, swallowing back any sound that might betray me. Every nerve is alight, every sensation heightened, the low thrum of conversation around me blending into the haze of pleasure that’s threatening to spill over.

Bex’s touch remains confident, skilled, and I can feel myself reaching the edge, my body clenching under her careful ministrations. She glances at me with a hint of that knowing smile, as if she’s perfectly aware of what she’s doing, of just how close I am. I fight to keep my breaths even, my responses measured, even as my pulse races, every fibre of my being focused on not giving in.

The pleasure builds, wave upon wave, until I can’t hold back any longer. I feel my whole body tighten, heat flooding through me as I reach the peak. My hand curls into a fist under the table, nails digging into my palm as I stifle the urge to gasp. I take a slow, measured breath, willing myself to appear calm, the faintest tremor in my fingers the only hint of the release that’s washed over me.

Bex’s fingers linger a moment longer, gentle now, tracing one last, tantalising circle before she withdraws her hand, her face the picture of innocent composure. She meets my gaze briefly, her eyes glinting with satisfaction, and I can barely hold back a smirk. I shift in my seat, feeling the aftershocks of pleasure still humming through me as I adjust, straightening up as though nothing out of the ordinary has just happened.

The conversation flows on around us, and I join in, feeling a newfound lightness as the excitement of what’s just unfolded courses through me.

Mark

I’m up early, heading to the gym with a restless energy that I know only exercise will work out of me. Last night had felt charged from the start, but somehow, despite the glances and hidden touches, I hadn’t managed to sneak away with any of the girls. By the time we all drifted back to our rooms, the tension was still simmering in my chest. Now, as I throw myself into my workout, each lift, each stretch feels like I’m pushing that frustration into something tangible, working off the edge of anticipation that lingers in my veins.

I’m midway through a set when I hear the gym door open. I glance over and see Amy walking in, her auburn hair tied back, her workout clothes hugging her tall, athletic frame. She gives me a small smirk as she heads toward the weights, picking up a pair of dumbbells and starting her routine next to me. The easy confidence in her movements, the toned strength of her body, has my heart picking up in time with the beats of the music playing softly over the gym speakers.

“Morning,” she says, her voice low and playful. “Early start, huh?”

“Couldn’t sleep,” I reply, flashing her a grin. “Didn’t quite get the chance to unwind last night.”

She raises an eyebrow, a knowing look passing over her face. “That so? I thought I’d catch you sneaking away with someone.”

I chuckle, setting down my weights and giving her a look. “Believe me, I tried. Seems I was left high and dry.”

She laughs softly, finishing her set and moving closer. Her eyes glint with something that sets my pulse racing all over again. “Maybe we can fix that,” she says, tilting her head toward the doorway. “I was planning on hitting the steam room after this. Care to join?”

I don’t even hesitate, following her out of the gym, down the corridor and into the steam room. The air is thick with warmth and the faint scent of eucalyptus, and we both strip off our clothes, wrapping ourselves in towels. Once we’re inside, Amy settles onto one of the benches, and as the steam billows around us, she lets her towel slide down, revealing her bare, glistening skin beneath.

As the steam envelops us, Amy lets her towel fall, reclining back on the bench with a boldness that takes my breath away. Her tall, athletic body is flawless, her skin glistening in the misty warmth, every muscle and curve accentuated by the haze in the room. The soft lighting catches the auburn of her hair, a few loose strands framing her face, making her look both powerful and impossibly inviting.

I toss my towel aside and move over her, my pulse racing, the anticipation building to a fever pitch. I lean down, kissing her deeply, my hands sliding over her shoulders, feeling the heat of her skin beneath my fingertips. The kiss is intense, filled with the hunger we’d both been holding back since last night. Her hands trail down my chest, each touch sparking through me as she explores with a deliberate, teasing slowness. Her fingers graze lower, finding my growing hardness, and she wraps her hand around me with a steady, confident grip.

I let out a quiet groan against her lips as she began to stroke, her hand firm yet smooth, matching the slow rhythm of our bodies pressed together. My breathing deepens, the humid air thickening with each breath, every movement amplified by the heavy, fragrant steam around us. She pulls back slightly, her eyes locking with mine, a glint of mischief in her gaze as she lowers herself in front of me, her lips curving into a playful smile.

Without breaking eye contact, she leans forward, her mouth warm and soft as she takes me in. The heat of her mouth against me, combined with the swirling steam, is overwhelming. Her tongue traces slow, deliberate circles, her lips moving with perfect pressure as she sets a rhythm that has my knees threatening to give way. I grip her shoulders, feeling my pulse hammering in time with each subtle movement, each soft, wet sound of her mouth on me, echoing in the steam-filled silence.

I close my eyes, giving myself over to the sensation, letting the pleasure build as she takes me deeper, her hands steady on my thighs, guiding me with an expert touch. The steam makes everything feel otherworldly, as if we’re the only two people in existence, suspended in this moment. Sweat begins to bead on my skin, mingling with the hot, damp air, the warmth radiating through every inch of my body as she works me closer and closer to release.

The pleasure swells, reaching a point where I can’t hold back. With a shuddering exhale, I finally let go, my release hitting me in a powerful rush that leaves me breathless. Amy doesn’t falter, taking it all in, her gaze flicking up to meet mine with a smirk as she wipes her mouth with the back of her hand, still grinning with that teasing glint in her eyes. I’m left panting, still feeling the aftershocks of pleasure thrumming through me, my head spinning from the heat and intensity.

Just as I’m about to pull her back to me, savouring the thought of continuing in the seclusion of the steam, the muffled sound of voices comes through the door. We freeze for a moment, sharing a look of alarm as the door begins to open. Hurriedly, we grab our towels, Amy quickly wrapping herself as she dabs at her face. I know she hasn’t quite managed to clean up completely, but in the thick steam, I’m hoping it won’t be noticeable.

Katie and Matt step in, their faces briefly registering surprise as they see us. Katie’s eyes flick between us, and for a moment, I sense a hint of suspicion, her gaze lingering on Amy before her expression smooths back into her usual calm curiosity.

“Morning,” Katie says with a slight tilt to her head, clearly wondering if she and Matt have interrupted something, though she masks it well.

“Morning,” I reply, forcing a casual smile, settling back on the bench as if nothing out of the ordinary has happened. Amy does the same, lounging back beside me, her eyes sparkling with a touch of humour as she pulls her towel close.

Matt and Katie settle onto the opposite bench, the four of us exchanging easy conversation as the steam billows around us, cloaking the lingering evidence of our encounter. My mind is still racing with the thrill of what’s just happened, and as we talk, I steal a glance at Amy, a shared smile passing between us that promises there’s more to come before this trip is over.

Katie

I’d managed to get Matt alone early, slipping out of bed with an excuse about needing a workout and telling Jack I’d be gone for a bit. I’d been hoping we’d have the steam room to ourselves, just a quiet moment before the others were up. But when Matt and I walked in, there they were Mark and Amy, sitting casually in the swirling mist, looking just a bit too relaxed. I could feel my jaw clench slightly, the irritation simmering as I realised our little plan had just been derailed. Still, I forced a smile, keeping up the pretence as we all exchanged greetings and settled onto the benches. I leaned back, feeling the thick, humid air around us and resigned myself to the situation.

We ended up chatting about the excursion into Venice for the day, everyone bouncing around plans of where to explore, things to eat, and what to expect from the canals. I listened, nodding along, but every so often, I’d glance at Matt and catch his eye, sharing a flicker of silent frustration. By the time we finally left the steam room, there wasn’t any chance of sneaking off, breakfast was waiting, and the others were likely already on their way there.

Sure enough, as we settle into breakfast, Bex and Jack walk in together, looking freshly showered, slightly out of breath, and unmistakably, pleased. The sight sends a spark of envy through me. The lucky git had managed to sneak one in while I’d been denied. I stifle a smirk, shaking my head as Jack catches my eye and gives a casual wave. Breakfast is full of laughter and banter, and for all the missed chances, I find myself enjoying it, falling into the easy rhythm of jokes and shared glances, everyone with their own little secrets.

When the plates are cleared, I stand, making a show of stretching. “Well, I need to grab a shower after that steam room,” I say, tossing a casual glance at Matt. He doesn’t even try to play it subtle.

“Yeah, good idea. I’ll catch up with you guys later,” he adds, standing up with me, his eagerness a little too obvious, but I can’t help the grin that creeps over my face. I have no complaints.

We head out, keeping our faces casual until we’re out of sight, and then we’re hurrying down the corridor, barely holding back laughter as we dart to my cabin. I close the door, and before we know it, we’re pulling each other’s clothes off, tossing them aside as we slip into the tiny shower cubicle together, laughing at how cramped it is. The water is off but the heat rising quickly, and the space is so tight that every movement brings us even closer.

Matt presses me against the wall, his body warm against mine, and I take a second to admire him. He isn’t as sculpted as some of the others, but he’s in good shape, his frame solid and well-proportioned. And he’s well-endowed, something I’m more than familiar with, and he’s not shy about knowing how to use it. I reach out, my hand wrapping around him as we kiss, feeling him respond instantly to my touch.

He lifts me, bracing me against the wall, and I hook my legs around his waist as he presses into me, filling me completely. I let out a quiet moan, my back pressing against the slick tile. Each thrust is steady, deep, and the tight space makes every sensation more intense, our bodies locked together, my hands gripping his shoulders as we find a rhythm.

Just as we’re getting lost in it, I hear the door to the cabin creak open, and my heart skips. I hold my breath, and then I hear Jack’s voice calling out, “Hey love, just grabbing something. Are you done in the shower? I don’t hear it running.”

A wicked grin spreads over my face. The cheeky bastard was trying to catch me. “Not started yet,” I call back, keeping my tone light and casual. “Just doing my teeth first!”

Just as Jack’s voice filters through the door, I feel a wicked thrill pulse through me. I glance at Matt, whose smirk tells me he’s just as amused by Jack’s antics as I am.

Matt doesn’t slow, his movements purposeful and steady, the thrill of the situation making every touch, every breath, sharper. His eyes meet mine, and the intensity there spurs me on. With a wicked thought, I reach over to the counter, grabbing my phone and lifting it to start recording. I aim it at us, angling it just right to capture the way he’s moving against me, each thrust deliberate, both of us focused on not letting a sound escape. The tension is thick, a pulse of excitement and rebellion adding fuel to our pace.

I grin into the camera, feeling the thrill of recording the two of us like this, the idea of showing Jack later flitting through my mind. I hold it steady, catching the way Matt grips my hips, his face flushed with a mix of arousal and concentration. I can tell by the look in his eyes that he’s close, and the knowledge sends another rush of excitement through me.

“Won’t be too long,” I call, keeping my voice as steady as I can. “Just stepping into the shower now.” With that, I reach out to turn on the water, letting it cascade over us, filling the bathroom with steam. The sound of it masks our movements, but the thrill of being this close to getting caught only heightens every sensation.

Matt’s breathing grows more ragged, his pace quickening. I see the way his eyes darken, his focus intense as he nears his release, and I decide to push him just a bit further. I pull him back gently, sliding down to my knees, holding the phone up to capture us from a good angle as I take him in my hand, watching the way his expression shifts as I guide him closer. His hands tense, gripping the shower rail as I bring him to the edge, my own hand moving over myself as I feel my own release building.

With a stifled groan, he finally lets go, his release spilling over my skin, warm and satisfying, the feeling of the warm cum on my face and the hot water from the shower on my back a delicious contrast. The feeling combined with my own touch sending me over the edge as well. I hold back a moan, letting the pleasure wash over me silently, the intensity leaving me breathless as I quickly end the recording and toss my phone back to the side.

I turn to the shower, letting the water wash away the traces of our encounter, my hands moving over my body as I lather up, cleaning off the evidence. I feel Matt’s gaze on me as I soap up, watching with that smirk of his as the water streams over my skin, my small, perky breasts slick with soap. His eyes linger, and even in the tight space, there’s a charged intimacy between us as I rinse off.

As I shower, Matt leans against the sink, eyes locked on me with an intensity that sends a fresh thrill through my skin. The water cascades over me, warm and soothing, and I can feel his gaze tracing every curve as I lather up, moving my hands over my body to wash away the evidence of our stolen moment.

His eyes linger, dark and appreciative, following the path of the soap over my stomach and up to my breasts. I know he’s taking in every detail my petite, athletic frame, the way the water beads on my skin, the faint curve of my hips. There’s a heat in his gaze that makes me feel both powerful and exposed, even in the steam-filled room.

I glance over my shoulder, catching his eye with a knowing smirk as I run my hands over my body, my movements just slow enough to tease. His gaze flickers with appreciation, his lips curving into a faint smile as he takes it all in, watching as I rinse off, the soap slipping down and away in a clean rush of water.

We hear the door close softly as Jack leaves, and Matt and I share a quick, amused glance, the satisfaction of our secret safe for now before Matt slips out to get to his own room and have a quick shower.