Heat on the Waves

“God, Jake, if you stare at my ass any harder I’m gonna charge you extra for the view,” I teased, balancing the champagne tray as the yacht rocked gently under us.

The sun was dipping low, painting the deck in gold. I’d been serving Jake every Friday night for three months now—private charters for him and his clients—but tonight it was just us. The crew had the evening off. He’d asked for me specifically.

He set his glass down, eyes dark with want. “Then come here and collect, Sophia.”

My pulse kicked hard. I set the tray aside, hips swaying as I closed the distance. His hands were on me before I could breathe—rough palms sliding up my bare thighs under the short black skirt of my uniform. No slow dance, no polite words. Just heat.

“Fuck, you’re already wet,” he growled, fingers brushing the soaked lace of my panties.

“Been thinking about this cock since you boarded,” I whispered back, palming the thick bulge straining his shorts. Our mouths crashed together, tongues sliding hot and urgent, his stubble scraping my chin. I moaned into the kiss, fingers tangling in his hair while he yanked my panties aside.

He pushed two thick fingers straight into my pussy, curling hard. My knees buckled. The wet sound of him pumping me filled the salty air.

“Jake—shit—right there,” I gasped against his lips, riding his hand shamelessly. My clit throbbed every time his thumb grazed it.

He spun me fast, bending me over the polished teak railing. My tits spilled out as he tugged the uniform top down, nipples hardening in the sea breeze. I heard his zipper, then the blunt, heavy head of his cock nudged my slick folds.

“Tell me you want it,” he demanded, voice low and rough.

“I want your cock stretching me open. Fuck me, Jake. Now.”

He drove in with one deep thrust, burying every inch. The sudden fullness made me cry out, my pussy clenching hard around his thick shaft. He didn’t pause—hips slamming forward in a fast, punishing rhythm that made my ass ripple with every impact. Skin slapped skin, loud and obscene over the lap of waves against the hull.

“God, your pussy’s gripping me so tight,” he groaned, one hand fisting my dark hair, the other digging into my hip. He kept kissing the back of my neck, teeth grazing, breath hot against my sweat-slick skin. Every thrust sent shivers racing down my spine, my clit pulsing each time his balls smacked against me.

I pushed back to meet him, desperate for more. “Harder… fuck me harder, I’m so close already.”

He pulled out suddenly, making me whimper at the loss. In one smooth motion he sat on the wide lounge cushion and hauled me on top, facing him. I sank down onto his cock again, gasping at the new angle. My hands clutched his shoulders as I rode him, tits bouncing with every bounce. We never stopped kissing—messy, open-mouthed, tongues dancing while his hands roamed my body, squeezing my ass, pinching my nipples until I shuddered.

The yacht swayed beneath us, adding a dizzy rhythm to our fucking. My juices coated his shaft, dripping down to soak his balls. I ground my clit against his pelvis on every downstroke, chasing that sharp spark.

“Sophia—look at me,” he panted between kisses. Our eyes locked. His cock throbbed inside me, swelling even thicker.

I came first—hard—my pussy spasming wildly around him, a hot gush of wetness flooding out as I cried his name against his mouth. He followed seconds later, groaning deep as he pumped rope after rope of cum straight into me, filling me until it leaked out around his shaft.

We stayed locked together, breathing hard, foreheads pressed close. His fingers traced lazy circles on my trembling back.

“Captain’s due back in twenty,” I whispered, still shivering from aftershocks.

Jake grinned, cock twitching inside me again.

“Then we’d better make the next round count. I’m nowhere near done with this pussy tonight.”