Chapter 17: Seafoam

Evie Stanton With Thane's lips pressed against mine, my shoulders shook, my core tightening like the aftermath of a thunderclap. My heart pounded as his lips parted against mine, one of his hands cupping my face. I could feel the heavy outline of his length pressed against my stomach. My body clenched hard, flushing with wet, hot desire. Overcome with the realization of wanting to see his cock myself, feel it in my hands. A shiver ran down my spine. I wanted to know what it felt like inside my mouth. See if I could get him writhing as wildly as I felt inside. His mouth devoured mine, his free arm looping around my waist and pulling me flush against his hard body. It felt delirious. Hungry. I couldn't get enough of it. His tongue grappled with mine, fighting with dominance I didn't want him to have. My eyes fluttered closed, and I let him show me how to flick his tongue against mine. I repeated the motion. The way his hands tightened against my waist, I knew he liked it. I did it again, pressing myself against his chest, needing to be closer. Have him closer. He tasted like bourbon, sharp and spicy. His kiss intoxicated me. Hazy with lust, I dragged my teeth across his lower lip, nibbling at it softly. He gasped and for a moment, I worried I nipped it too hard. His hand slipped from my waist, cupping my ass and giving it a hard squeeze. A helpless whimper escaped my throat, and I parted my knees, wanting to be touched where I burned. It felt like someone had drenched me in fuel. Coated in gunpowder and I wanted to combust. He groaned against my mouth, further igniting the beading heat between my legs. Goosebumps pricked against the length of my arms. His stubble scratched at my cheeks. Sharp and prickly, but his plush lips made it worth it. I wanted more. My hand trailed from his collar to the exposed skin of his chest. His pulse hammered in time with mine, shoulders bunched together when he suddenly pulled back. His breath came out in heavy puffs, eyes heavy-lidded with lust. "I can't do this, Evelyn," he whispered against my lips. "Do what?" I murmured, my mouth feeling swollen, but not at all satisfied. He sighed and pulled himself free from my grip. My eyes dipped down, the firm outline of his cock pressing hard against the seam of his pants. He admitted it himself. He wanted me as much as I wanted him. But seeing it for myself made my mouth water. The sensitive walls at the apex of my thighs clenched. Weeping and quivering for him. I had never wanted anyone as badly as I wanted him. Fuck, I needed him. My body wound tight, on fire, demanding to be set free. What if I got down on my knees right now? Would he deny me then? "I'm not done with you," I stated firmly, my knees wobbling hard. He raised a brow, tilting his head to the side. "Demanding." He leaned forward, brushing his thumb across my swollen bottom lip. His eyes indicated how much he liked the flush on my face, but he had stopped kissing me. Did he not like it? Was I so bad at kissing he couldn't kiss me anymore? "Why did you stop kissing me?" I asked. He stared at me intently. "I had to, or I wouldn't be able to stop." "I don't want you to stop," I replied softly, shivering. My hands ached to touch him, explore him. His eyes flickered down to my lips again. "You should." "But I don't." My tongue slipped from my mouth, coiling around the pad of his thumb in a gesture I hoped was sensual. A groan reverberated from his chest, and he looked away from me. "You're a virgin, sweetheart. I…" he paused, a flush climbing his face, barely visible under his stubble. "I don't want to…" I knew what he wanted to say. "Ruin me?" His gaze found mine again. "What power could your hands have if your touch would ruin me? No one can ruin me, Thane. Not even a scoundrel like you," I replied, finding the courage to reach up and cup his jaw in my palm. The gesture seemed too intimate. But as soon as I did it, Thane's eyelashes fluttered as my touch overwhelmed him. "You think I'm a scoundrel?" "The worst," I muttered without missing a beat. His lips twitched in the ghost of a smile. I wanted to be clear about what I wanted. "And I want you to touch me. I'm not as delicate as everyone thinks I am." "Where do you want me to touch you?" he asked with a sigh, but the confidence came back in his voice, making my thighs quiver. I bit my lower lip, rolling it between my teeth. "Where do you want to touch me? I need options." He chuckled. "Options." Both of his hands smoothed down my waist as he cupped both of my hips in his massive hands. His eyes were dark, the glow of yellow light on his face. But I couldn't mistake the lust emanating in his gaze. "Give me options, Thane," I repeated, shivering under his touch. "Do you want another kiss?" He touched my lips again. "I want more." He trailed his fingers down the column of my neck. "Here?" "Lower." "What about here?" He slid his fingers down the valley of my breasts, his thumb brushing one of my tightened nipples. I gasped as a jolt of pleasure shot down to the apex of my thighs. If I wasn't wearing my pants, I know my thighs would be damp from my increasing arousal. "If I trailed my fingers down lower, would I find you wet?" he asked, fingers rubbing circles on my stomach. I whimpered, cheeks flushing with the brashness of his comment. "Answer me, baby. Are you wet right now?" "M-maybe," I squeaked, body wrung tight. If he touched me right now, I know I would completely unravel. "Yes or no. Is your pussy wet for me?" He didn't touch me any lower. I mustered all my courage and whispered, "Yes." "Say it. I want you to say it." My face felt blistering hot. It felt dirty to say it out loud. I had never said it before. I pulled my gaze away from him. Yes, I've cursed him. Swore at him. But this was out of my element. I don't think I could ever say it out loud. Thane's hand found my cheek, gently coaxing me to meet his gaze again. "Use that sweet little voice and tell me how wet your pussy is for me." My mouth opened and closed, but I couldn't find my voice. "Evelyn," his deep voice murmured. "How can you expect me to touch you, when you can't even tell me what you want?" "Yes, my pussy is wet for you," I whispered, eyelashes fluttering. His lips curled into a smile. "Good girl." A bolt of pleasure tore through me. Those words sounded absolutely sinful when he said them. God, I wanted him to say them again. "Can I taste how wet you are for me?" he asked. The image of Thane between my parted legs, face buried between my thighs, licking me into oblivion, flittered before my eyes, sending a scorching desire through me and a rush of liquid to saturate my thighs. "Y-yes." Then in an instant, he drew away from me. A shudder ran down my spine. "I want you to go to the loft, take your clothes off, and lay in my bed." I wanted nothing more. "Okay." "I want you to say: Yes, sir." My voice trembled. "Yes, sir." "Good girl." Those words did something to me. My skin burned, a wildfire, as I climbed the stairs to the loft. My knees wobbled, and my body felt so tight. I could have cried with how badly I wanted Thane. I needed him. What he had to offer me. I thought about his cock pressed against his pants and how badly I craved to see it. Feel it. Hesitantly, I took my shoes off, undressing from the waist down. My panties were soaked when I discarded them, feeling a chilly breeze ticking my thighs. With my shirt on, I lay in his bed. It was unmade, just like the one in his cabin on the ship. It smelled like him. Like the ocean. "Sweetheart," he murmured, giving me chills as he stepped over to the foot of his bed. "I thought I told you to take your clothes off." His eyes trailed over my body, just as hot as I imagined his fingers. My thighs parted slightly as he knelt on the bed, his massive body shadowing mine, still fully clothed. I couldn't help but feel a little cheated. "Why are you dressed?" I asked. "I'm not going to fuck you tonight, Evie." "Why not?" I spat the question out, my body positively quivering, my core demanding friction, to be stretched and filled. He curled a finger under my chin. "There's more to sex than that." His eyes trailed down to my trembling thighs. "Let me show you." A squeak left my lips, my hips helplessly raising to rub against his leg, leaving a wet spot against his pants. He groaned deep in his chest at the sight. Me open and needy, impatient for satisfaction. Suddenly, he gripped my chin, his eyes boring into mine. "If any of this gets to be too much for you, tell me. I will stop. Do you understand?" "Yes, sir," I whimpered, barely able to form words anymore. He released my chin. "Can I take this off, Evie?" he asked, tugging at the tail of my shirt. I shook my head, feeling self-conscious. "I want it to stay on." "That's okay, sweetheart," he reassured me. "Can I kiss you?" "Yes." He pulled me up, kissing me fervently. Instantly, waves of delight attacked me, swirling under my skin. Tightening and tingling my scalp. I moaned against his mouth, parting my lips and letting him dominate me. Both of his hands slid down to my breasts, clad in fabric. His thumbs rubbed tight circles against my nipples, eliciting a sharp yelp as the onslaught of sensation. My eyes rolled back, murmuring against Thane's mouth, "Oh… oh. Yes." His lips left mine, trailing down my throat, leaving hot open-mouthed kisses. I preened at the affection, arching my back and enjoying the pleasure ebbing under my skin. One of his hands left my breasts and trailed down my thighs where I throbbed for him. "Fuck," Thane groaned, leaning back from my throat when he parted my folds and felt how slick I was. My face flushed in embarrassment. He had barely touched me and I was saturated. Quivering and needy. He stroked the tender flesh, missing the sensitive bud on purpose. He leaned back, getting back on his knees to look at me. His eyes darkened even further with hunger. He stroked me again, and I whimpered. "So fucking sexy." His eyes met mine again when his thumb touched me against my clit. I cried out, hips bucking upwards. "Tell me, princess. The night you touched yourself for me. Did you only rub this?" He swiped his thumb over the swollen bud firmly, making me shudder. "Or did you use your fingers too?" His hand left my clit, sliding downwards to swipe between the wet petals of my sex. I whimpered, shuddering. "I used my fingers." He hummed. "My fingers will feel different from yours. Would you like that? Do you want to feel my fingers fucking you while my tongue teases your clit?" A heady moan left my lips from his words, my brain delirious. "Yes," I answered breathlessly. "Spread your legs for me, baby," he requested. I glanced down, noticing how my thighs clamped around his arm. They instantly fell open for him. My body only listened to Thane. It didn't care what I wanted anymore. It eagerly obeyed every one of his orders. He slid back on the bed, pressing his lips to my thigh. My hips bucked upwards. I couldn't help it. I needed more. Slowly, he teased kisses higher, dipping his tongue into my center. I yelped, my legs tightening around his shoulders. He groaned, his tongue delving deeper, drinking me in. Tangling my hands into his dark hair, I tugged at it helplessly with every unrestrained cry. His eyes closed as he devoured me ravenously, introducing one of his fingers to my entrance. My core tightened around his finger. I couldn't help it as my hips rocked against him, demanding more friction. I burned under my skin, wanting to be set alight. Like the only way to quench the fire would be to burn. Let the fire consume me until I became smoldering coal from the aftermath of a wildfire. "Fuck, sweetheart. You're so tight," he moaned against my feverish skin. He flattened his tongue, swiping it upwards until his lips closed around my clit, sucking softly. I screamed, rocking my hips harder against his face. Both of my hands fisted in his hair, pulling so hard I felt him groan against me. Fuck, that noise. I wanted to hear it again. I pulled again, desperate for that delicious sound. This time I felt him chuckle, lifting his head to look at me. His lips were wet, face flushed under his stubble. I whimpered as my body clenched around his finger from the sight of his face. "Put your hands on the headboard, sweetheart. You can pull on that as hard as you want," he instructed, not losing the rhythm of his finger. Breaths fought each other in my chest as I obeyed, sliding my fingers between the welded iron slats, gripping them for dear life. Like I'd get swept under the current if I let go. "Such a good girl," he murmured, lowering his head to lavish my clit with attention. My back bowed with a helpless cry. Another finger joined the first one, stretching me further than I'd ever been filled before. Then he moved, thrusting his two fingers in and out. Sloppy noises left my mouth, and one of my hands dropped down to press against my lips. I put my fingers into my mouth, whimpering against them. My eyes rolled backward as I imagined it was him. I craved Thane's taste, rocking harder against him. God, there was nothing I wanted more. He sucked the little nub harder, curling his fingers and thrusting them faster until white dots of light danced across my vision. "Thane!" I cried out, dizzy with need. I arched up further, letting him ravage me with his hands and mouth. My body moved on its own. It sought out what it needed, and Thane was more than eager to give it to me. It felt like nothing else. Bringing me further and further to a dropoff. I teetered on the edge of a knife, unsure which way I would fall. The hand in my mouth joined the other, tightening around the headboard. A sob broke from my chest. Then everything crashed around me. An ocean wave knocked me into the tide, pulling me under. Throwing me against the unforgiving sea until I felt dizzy and breathless. Then, like a sudden storm, it stopped, calming into gentle lapping against the sand on the beach. When the wave withdrew, it left behind nothing but seafoam. Sparkling like flittering sunlight. Slowly, Thane's face came back into view. Lips wet. Eyes widened as far as they could, like he had just seen something breathtaking.