午夜浪尖上的陌生人
“你总是这么盯着你的客人看，还是我特别？”
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.
“特别？”他低声说，声音低得几乎被船轻轻的摇晃声盖过。“你已经盯着我调酒两个小时了，埃琳娜。我看我们俩都有罪。”
我轻声笑了，笑声被四周漆黑的海水吞没。游艇是我老板的，但今晚我只是个逃离人群的普通客人。马库斯熟练地为我调着鸡尾酒，每次把杯子推过吧台时，他的手指都会擦过我的手。那种触碰在我们之间点燃了某种电流，无需言说，却无法忽视。
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.
“下面的派对结束了，”他说。“船长给船员们放了假。只有你、我和海水。你想再来一杯……还是别的什么？”
这份直白让我浑身一颤，心跳加速。我没有用言语回答，而是从高脚凳上起身，绕过吧台走到离他只有几英寸的地方，低声说：
"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.
马库斯稍稍松开这个吻，贴着我的嘴唇低吼：“从你点第一杯金酒起，我就一直在想这事。操，埃琳娜，你真香。”
他的手指拨弄着我太阳裙的细肩带，把它们从肩膀滑下，直到裙子堆在脚边。凉爽的夜风亲吻着我赤裸的双乳，乳头立刻挺立起来。他托住一只，拇指绕着乳尖打转，另一只手滑进我的蕾丝内裤，发现我已经湿透了。
“天，你好湿，”他喘息着说，两根手指沿着我的阴唇滑动，然后探了进去。湿漉漉的声音在寂静的夜里格外清晰，和波浪拍打船身的声音混在一起。我咬着嘴唇忍住声音，因为知道船上可能还有船员会听见。
“嘘，”我挑逗道，即使我的臀部正抵着他的手扭动。“小声点……或者不用。我已经不在乎了。”
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."
马库斯抓住我的臀部，一个顺畅的挺入。那种撑开感完美极了，把我的小穴填得满满当当。我们同时呻吟出声，声音淹没在游艇引擎的嗡鸣中。他开始缓慢而温柔地抽送，让我感受每一寸进出的摩擦，我的淫水沾湿了他。
小船被一阵小浪撞得摇晃得更厉害，把他顶得更深。我向后迎合每一次抽插，皮肤相撞的湿响几乎被海浪声盖过。他一只手绕到前面，用坚定的力度揉按我的阴蒂，另一只手缠进我的头发，轻轻一拉，刚好让我的背弓起来。
"Fuck, you feel incredible," he panted against my ear. "So tight... so hot. Tell me how it feels."
"Like you're hitting every spot," I gasped, voice trembling. "Harder, Marcus. Don't hold back."
他加快了速度，用深沉而有节奏的抽插猛烈地干着我，让我脚趾都蜷缩起来。我抓着的杠子吱吱作响。我的第一次高潮来得很快，一股盘绕的热流在他捏住我的阴蒂时爆发了。我发出一声哽咽的哭喊，小穴紧紧夹住他的鸡巴，淫水顺着大腿流下。
马库斯没有停下。他抽出来，把我转过来面对他，然后把我抱到吧台上。他跨进我张开的双腿之间，杯子被震得叮当作响。这一次他进入得更慢，目光锁住我的眼睛，看着我脸上闪过的每一丝快感。
"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.
The sounds of the night surrounded us: water lapping, distant creak of ropes, our mingled breaths and the slick rhythm of his cock plunging into my soaked pussy. Sweat beaded on his chest where my hands roamed. I leaned in and licked a drop from his collarbone, earning a low moan.
“你又要让我高潮了，”我低声说，指甲陷进他的肩膀。
“好。我想感受它。”他把抽插的角度向上顶，每一下都碾磨着我的阴蒂。第二次高潮来得更猛烈，我的内壁在他周围疯狂地收缩。几秒后马库斯也到了，整根没入，射在我体内，一股股滚烫的精液灌满我的小穴，直到顺着他的肉棒渗出来。
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.
“离换班还有一个小时，”他低声说，嗓音沙哑而充满承诺。“有足够的时间在甲板下面找个更安静的地方……如果你还渴的话。”