Page 16 of Wet and Welder
I laugh at his grumpy reluctance.
“What did you expect following me in here?”
“Honestly, I thought you’d give me hell for daring to try and help you,” he says with a pointed look.
“Yeah, I don’t blame you. Not that you don’t deserve some pushback because I’m more than capable but thank you. It was more fun with someone to share it with.”
I watch his big, bearded smile reach up to his eyes.
“What?” I ask.
“I’m growing on you. Dare I say you even like me again.”
I laugh at his very accurate assumption but lie my ass off. “No way. You’re delusional.” But I wink while smiling back at him, feeling happier than I have been in a while. Today has been fun, and I know it’s not because I wasn’t alone. I like my solitude. No, hanging out with a sexy bearded beast while he shows genuine interest in these historical artifacts, which would bore most men, even the ones on my crew, has definitely left me longing for more of him. To reward him or myself, it doesn’t really matter. My body has been reacting to every small touch, every whisper. And I’d be lying if I said I didn’t like it. His eyes were on me, every small brush of his body on mine. I suspect he feels it, too. There is no way two people unloading in this big room would come in contact as often as we did to accidentally touch.
Still sitting side by side, his large arm behind me propping himself upright, his smile falls, and my stomach sinks with instant regret in my words. Dating has never been easy for me, I much prefer a casual hook-up, but for the first time in my life, I wish I knew the right words to say to make him smile again.
“Would I be delusional in thinking I could kiss you right now?” he says, surprising the hell out of me. The shock must show on my face because he quickly looks away. “I’m sorry.” He says, but I grab his long beard quickly before I can think my way out of this and pull him to face me.
“No. I want you to kiss me, Mic,” I admit shyly. Thankfully, he needs no further invitation, and with a sly smile, his lips fall to mine slowly. As if he’s giving me time to change my mind. I’m not going to. Instead, I push my lips harder to his, moaning at the familiar comfort I find in them.
It takes no time at all for our kiss to heat up. My body is aflame, in need, and there are echoes of the same rattle in his chest. Our tongues war for power over the other, and his taste invades my mouth, making my center heat from the inside out. I moan in gratitude, and it seems to set him off. Mic’s large hand comes to my still wet hair, hanging at the nape of my neck as he deepens the kiss. His large body presses against me, pushing me back against the cold steel. Heat radiates from his skin, his wetsuit discarded hours ago, giving me easy access to creep my hands up his damp t-shirt. Soft hair glides under my touch and each ripple of his abs under my touch makes him groan into my mouth.
“May I?” he says, breaking our kiss with his fingers on my wetsuit zipper.
I nod my agreement, catching my breath.
His movements are slow as he unzips my suit, pushing it off my shoulders and helping me slip it past my hips. It’s harder to take off my feet, and I laugh at his playfulness as he pretends to struggle until it’s off each of my feet.
Laughter dies on my lips as his warm mouth presses against the bottom of my bare foot. “Even your feet are fucking delicious,” Mic says before kissing the tops of my toes. Those deep eyes look up at me as if to ask permission again, and I nod in excited anticipation. His mouth opens and takes my toes. The wet heat sends a thrill straight up the center of my legs to my already heated peak. Then he sucks on them. The sensation is surprising but erotic. Waves rush up my body until I’m a wiggly mess, begging for more.
“Please.”
It feels so good my head rolls back, and my back arches off the steel. I can hear the water sloshing against the steel in the sideways room, echoing like waves breaking against a cliff. The sinful sounds of Mic sucking on my skin join in like a song. Suddenly, it feels more like a fantasy than real life. I barely notice when he stops because he moves to the other foot licking me up again and sucking so hard I scream.
He finally moves up my ankle to my leg and licks up my inner thigh. When he reaches for my bikini bottoms, I help push them down so there are no more questions. I want him. Another night or possibly longer. My mind reminds me to think about what I’m doing, but I ignore it because it’s too hard to have a single thought when his bearded mouth is inches away from my pussy.
Within seconds, his hot, wet tongue slides to my folds, and I scream his name. It rings in my ears as he does it again and again. My hips move with him, and I reach for his head, pressing him to me harder. I fuck his face as he growls into me. The vibration brings me to the edge of climax, and when he sticks his tongue inside me, I melt. Over and over he enters me, all while using his thumb to play with my clit. I detonate like a rocket, shaking all while screaming something unintelligible.
I’m a sloppy, wet mess coming down from the high. I watch with rapt attention as he wipes his mouth on the back of his hand, and without missing a beat, he stretches up to kiss my lips, giving me my own arousal to taste on his tongue.
We kiss for a while, but it only serves to rile me back up. The need grows, and he unties my top. His soft beard is rough against my sensitive skin as it combs across my neck to reach my breasts. Mic takes my hard nipple in his mouth and sucks me in.
In an instant, I’m hot again and hollering his name. My fingers twine into his hair as I tell him how good it feels. Slowly, his hand creeps to my center. Testing the waters, he places a finger on my bud. I’m ready for him again and thrust into his hand, wanting more.
“I need you, Mic,” I pant, pulling his hair.
It has the desired effect, and my gentle beast leans back to rip off his shirt and shorts. Then he takes his tall, thick cock in his hand and teases me with a few strokes.
“That’s what I want,” I tell him, my body withering before him.
We’re naked in a ship off the coast of Africa, a full crew only a few hundred meters above the raging ocean above us, and still, we’re managing to get lost in each other. The tension has been building since the moment we saw each other again and I’m not pretending anymore. I’m begging.
“As you wish,” he says, straddling my chest and placing his length on my chest.
With a big smile, I press my breasts around him and entice the groan from his chest. His jaw is locked, and his eyes are glued to me as his hips begin to move.
“See what good things happen when you listen like a good boy,” I sass him right before leaning in and offering my tongue.