The Yacht and the Wait

The deck swayed under my bare feet, the wood still warm from the afternoon sun. Leo had his hands on the wheel, grinning at me with that look I knew too well — the one that said he had a plan.

"You're staring, babe."

"I'm admiring," I said, leaning against the railing. The wind teased the hem of my white sundress, and I saw his eyes drop. "You're the one who wanted this. A weekend on the water, just us."

"And a guest."

I raised an eyebrow. "You mean the empty champagne bottle or the fishing rod?"

He laughed, but his jaw tightened. "You know what I mean."

I did. We'd talked about it for months — whispered about it in the dark after sex, when our bodies were still slick and our minds loose. The idea of someone else watching. Someone else joining. Leo's fantasy, and mine too, though I'd been slower to admit it.

"His name's Marcus," Leo said, cutting the engine. The yacht drifted, the sea quiet around us. "He's docking in an hour. You okay with that?"

I stepped closer, my dress fluttering. "Are you?"

He caught my waist, pulled me against him. His hand slid down, over the curve of my ass, squeezing through the thin cotton. "I want to see you come apart, Jen. I want to watch him make you moan."

"Fuck," I breathed, and he kissed me hard, his tongue pushing in, tasting of salt and beer.

An hour later, Marcus climbed aboard. Tall, dark-haired, with a stubbled jaw and a slow smile. He shook Leo's hand, then turned to me.

"Jen," he said, and his voice was low, rough. "Leo's told me a lot."

"All good, I hope."

"All tempting."

We had drinks on the deck as the sun sank, painting the sky orange and pink. Leo kept his hand on my thigh, fingers creeping higher under my dress. Marcus watched, his eyes dark, his glass half-empty.

"So," Marcus said, leaning back. "What's the rule?"

"No rules," Leo said. "Just... watch first. Then join."

My heart pounded. I set down my glass and stood, the dress falling to my knees. "Then stop talking."

I pulled the dress over my head, let it drop to the deck. I was naked underneath, save for a thin thong. The evening air hit my skin, and I shivered.

Leo's breath caught. "Jesus, Jen."

Marcus stood slowly, his eyes travelling down my body, lingering on my breasts, the curve of my hips. "Fuck me," he muttered.

Leo stepped behind me, his hands on my shoulders, then sliding down to cup my breasts. He pinched my nipples, rolling them between his fingers until I gasped. "You want this?" he whispered in my ear.

"Yes."

He guided me to the padded bench near the wheel, made me lie back. Marcus knelt at my feet, his hands on my ankles, spreading my legs. The thong was a thin strip of fabric, already wet.

"Take it off," I said, my voice hoarse.

Marcus hooked his thumbs under the sides and pulled it down, slow, dragging the damp cotton over my hips, my thighs. The air hit my cunt, and I was already slick, aching.

"Look at you," he said, his voice thick. "So fucking wet."

Leo knelt beside him, his hand on my stomach, stroking. "Touch her," he said. "I want to see."

Marcus's fingers traced up my inner thigh, feather-light, making me squirm. Then he pressed two fingers into me, slow, and I arched my back, a moan escaping my throat.

"Fuck, she's tight," Marcus said, looking at Leo. "And hot."

"Keep going," Leo said, his hand now on his own cock, stroking through his shorts.

Marcus leaned down, his mouth replacing his fingers. His tongue was warm, broad, licking up my slit, circling my clit. I grabbed his hair, pulling him harder against me.

"Yes," I gasped. "Right there."

He sucked, flicked his tongue, and I was already close, my thighs trembling. Leo watched, his eyes hungry, his hand moving faster on himself.

"I want to see you come on his mouth," Leo said, his voice strained. "Come for me, Jen."

Marcus pushed two fingers back inside me, curling them up, hitting that spot that made my vision blur. I cried out, my hips bucking, the orgasm crashing through me in waves, hot and desperate.

Marcus didn't stop, licking me through it, until I pushed his head away, oversensitive.

Leo pulled him up, kissed him hard. I watched, still dizzy, as they broke apart, breathing heavy.

"My turn," Leo said, and he pushed Marcus back onto the bench, undoing his shorts.

I sat up, my body still humming. "Let me."

I crawled over to Marcus, took his cock in my hand. It was thick, heavy, the head already wet. I leaned down, took him in my mouth, tasting myself on his skin. He groaned, his hand in my hair.

"Fuck, that's good."

Leo knelt behind me, his hands on my hips. I felt him line up, then push into me from behind, slow, filling me completely. I moaned around Marcus's cock, my eyes watering.

"Both of us," Leo said, his voice ragged. "Take us both."

He fucked me hard, each thrust pushing me deeper onto Marcus. Marcus grabbed my head, guided his pace. I was lost between them, nothing but sensation — the salt air, the sway of the boat, the heat of two bodies.

Marcus came first, with a guttural groan, his cum hot in my throat. I swallowed, my body clenching around Leo's cock. He followed a moment later, pressing deep inside me, his breath hot on my neck.

We collapsed together, a tangle of limbs on the deck. The stars were coming out, the sea lapping against the hull.

Leo kissed my shoulder. "Good idea?"

I laughed, breathless. "Best idea."

Marcus lit a cigarette, offered it to me. I took a drag, watching the smoke curl into the dark.

"Same time tomorrow?" he said.

Leo and I looked at each other. I smiled.

"Same time tomorrow."