波間の真夜中の見知らぬ人

"You always stare this hard at your guests, or am I special?"

The question slipped from my lips before I could stop it. I was leaning against the polished mahogany bar on the upper deck of the yacht, the warm Mediterranean night wrapping around us like silk. The party below had thinned out hours ago, leaving only the low hum of the engines, the slap of water against the hull, and the faint clink of ice in my glass.

Marcus, the bartender, looked up from wiping a crystal tumbler. His white shirt was unbuttoned at the collar, sleeves rolled to show tanned forearms corded with muscle. Dark hair fell across his forehead, and those hazel eyes locked on mine with a slow, knowing smile that made heat pool low in my belly.

"Special?" he murmured, voice low enough that it barely carried over the gentle rocking of the boat. "You've been watching me mix drinks for two hours, Elena. I'd say we're both guilty."

私は静かに笑いました。その笑い声は周囲の暗い海に吸い込まれていきました。ヨットは私の上司の持ち物でしたが、今夜は私も人混みから逃れてきた一人のゲストに過ぎませんでした。マーカスは手慣れた手つきで私にカクテルを注ぎ、グラスをバー越しに滑らせるたびに彼の指が私の指に軽く触れました。その触れ合いは、言葉にはならないけれど無視できない、電気のような何かを私たちの間に築き上げていました。

He set the towel down and leaned in, elbows on the bar, close enough that I caught the clean scent of his skin mixed with salt air.

「下ではパーティーは終わったよ」と彼は言った。「船長が乗組員に今夜は休みをくれたんだ。君と僕と、そして海だけ。もう一杯飲む？それとも…何か別のこと？」

The directness sent a shiver through me. My pulse quickened. I didn't answer with words. Instead I rose from the stool, walked around the bar until I stood inches from him, and whispered,

"Something else."

His hands found my waist immediately, pulling me against the hard line of his body. Our mouths met in a kiss that started tender but deepened fast, tongues sliding, breaths mingling with soft, hungry sounds. The yacht's gentle sway pressed us closer. I could feel the thick ridge of his cock already straining against his black trousers.

Marcus broke the kiss just enough to growl against my lips, "Been thinking about this since you ordered that first gin. Fuck, Elena, you smell good."

His fingers worked the thin straps of my sundress, sliding them down my shoulders until the fabric pooled at my feet. Cool night air kissed my bare breasts, nipples tightening instantly. He cupped one, thumb circling the peak while his other hand slipped into my lace panties, finding me already slick.

"God, you're wet," he breathed, two fingers gliding along my pussy lips before dipping inside. The wet sound was loud in the quiet night, mixing with the lap of waves against the hull. I bit my lip to stay quiet, aware that any crew still aboard might hear.

"Shh," I teased, even as my hips rocked against his hand. "Keep it down... or don't. I don't care anymore."

He chuckled darkly and spun me around so my palms pressed flat on the bar top. The wood was smooth and cool under my skin. Marcus dropped to his knees behind me, tugging my panties down my legs. His breath ghosted over my ass before his tongue traced up the back of my thigh. But he didn't linger on oral; instead he stood again, the rustle of his zipper loud in the dark.

I glanced back over my shoulder. His cock sprang free, thick and veined, the head already glistening. He rubbed it along my slit, teasing my clit until I whimpered.

"Put it in," I whispered urgently. "I need you inside me now."

マーカスは私の腰を掴み、一気に滑らかに突き入れた。その広がりは完璧で、私のアソコを完全に満たした。二人同時にうめき声を漏らしたが、その音はヨットのエンジン音にかき消された。彼はゆっくりと、優しく抽送を始め、私に一インチずつの出入りを感じさせ、私の濡れが彼を包み込んでいった。

The boat rocked harder as a small wave hit, driving him deeper. I pushed back to meet each thrust, the wet slap of skin on skin barely masked by the sea. His hand reached around to circle my clit with firm pressure while the other tangled in my hair, pulling just enough to arch my back.

"Fuck, you feel incredible," he panted against my ear. "So tight... so hot. Tell me how it feels."

「全部の場所に当たってるみたい」と私は声を震わせながら喘いだ。「もっと強く、マーカス。手加減しないで」

He picked up the pace, pounding into me with deep, measured strokes that made my toes curl. The bar creaked under my grip. My first orgasm built fast, a coiling heat that exploded when he pinched my clit. I came with a choked cry, pussy clenching around his cock, juices dripping down my thighs.

マーカスは止まらなかった。彼は抜くと、私を自分の方に向き直らせ、バーの上に持ち上げた。私が脚を開く間に彼が割って入ると、グラスがカタカタと鳴った。今度は彼はもっとゆっくりと私の中に入ってきて、私の顔をじっと見つめ、快感のひらめきが一つひとつ浮かぶのを見つめていた。

"Look at me while I fuck you," he said softly. The tenderness in his voice contrasted the raw way his hips snapped forward. I wrapped my legs around his waist, heels digging into his ass as he drove in deep.

夜の音が私たちを取り囲んでいた。水が岸を打つ音、遠くでロープがきしむ音、混ざり合う息遣い、そして彼のペニスが私の濡れそぼったアソコに突き入る滑らかなリズム。私の手が這う彼の胸には汗が玉になっていた。私は身を乗り出し、彼の鎖骨から一滴を舐め取り、低いうめき声を引き出した。

"You're going to make me cum again," I whispered, nails digging into his shoulders.

「いいわ。それを感じたいの」彼は突き上げる角度を変え、一突きごとに私のクリトリスを擦り上げた。二度目の絶頂はより激しく私を襲い、膣壁が彼の周りで激しく痙攣した。マーカスは数秒後に続き、根元まで埋め尽くすと私の中で射精し、熱い精液の脈動が私のまんこを満たし、彼の竿の周りから溢れ出るまでになった。

We stayed locked together, foreheads pressed, catching our breath while the yacht continued its lazy cruise through the dark sea.

He kissed me once more, lazy and deep, then pulled back with a wicked grin.

「シフトはまだ一時間残ってる」と彼は約束を込めた荒い声でつぶやいた。「まだ喉が渇いてるなら、デッキの下のもっと静かな場所を探す時間はたっぷりある」