Secrets and Lies

12. Questions Without Answers (M)

         The sound of fevered panting intermingled with the scent of sweat filled the galley. James grunted as he slammed into Audrey as hard as he could, the two of them pawing desperately at each other, making the most of their time. He smiled down at the petite blonde, his hand moving aside her slinky top, exposing one of those small, tanned breasts with her eraser-tip nipples that suggested she sunbathed nude. He lowered his mouth to one as her hands clawed at his neck and scalp, her skeletal legs tightening around him.

    "Bet I'm better than that Christine chick," Audrey teased, pulling him down to bite at his ear.

    James pulled away, pushing her back onto the table as he ignored her. "I don't want to talk about her," he muttered, pulling her legs up so her ankles could lock behind his head.

    "That's not true," Audrey managed before his cock silenced her once more as he bottomed out within her. "You always want to talk about her; even when you're not talking about her," Audrey managed to get out between groans. "Tell me I'm better."

    "No," James said curtly, gritting his teeth as he began to fuck all of his frustration away.

    This was the way of it with them. He'd use the blonde to try to get the woman he truly wanted out of his mind. Usually, it worked; or at least it did until she opened her mouth. Audrey was great, so long as she didn't speak. That was the twenty-one-year-old's problem, though; she couldn't shut up.

    "Fine. You don't have to tell me anything, I already know I'm better," she gasped, clutching the prep table tighter as she moved closer to climax. "Otherwise why would you keep coming back?"

    "Because you make it easy."

    She smirked, moving her legs to plant her feet on the edge of the table; her pelvis flush with his as she played with herself. This was one thing he did enjoy about her; she wasn't shy at all. "Only because your dick's addicting."

    "Yeah?"

    "Mmhmmm," her response dragged on into a high-pitched moan. James grunted, his eyes rolling as he felt her climax, her body rippling around him. Audrey reached up and grabbed his neck, her legs sliding back down to his hips as she yanked him down roughly for a kiss; her tongue dueling with his. "When we dock, you want to get a hotel room so we can really have some fun before we get to that stupid island?"

    "No."

    She pouted. "When we're finished with this, do you want my number?"

    "No." He pulled away from her for good this time, grabbing a nearby towel to wipe himself down with before tossing it onto her stomach to pull his pants back up. "Thanks for another distraction," He muttered, pulling his flask out to rinse the taste of her from his mouth. Against his will, he thought about the way Christine had tasted... Her lips, her essence; all of her had been perfection. A taste of ambrosia he'd never been able to find again no matter how many women he tried to lose himself within.

    Audrey tugged the flask from his hand, sniffing it before she moved to take a sip before he pulled it away before she did. "You know, I'm getting sort of tired of this," the girl snapped; "We seem to have a good time, you like me enough to fuck me but you won't share your booze with me, won't tell me you like me; what the fuck?"

    "Like I said when this all started, I'm just looking for a distraction."

    "So? Why can't I be a more permanent distraction? I mean, we kind of work, you know?"

    James chuckled shaking his head. "Look, you're a lot of fun, I'll give you that. Probably one of the better lays I've had in the last few years; you're a kid though. Got your whole life to fuck up still."