One
“She took my eyes and cursed me captain of the shadow.”
- Sail North
AISHA
“Fuck yeah, baby. Right there.”
His length slid inside me to the hilt, and his arms held me in place from behind.
I could only groan into the hand he clamped over my mouth—the sheets tangled between our legs.
“You like that? You like daddy’s big cock?”
His hand tasted sweaty and a little bit like the pot roast they served at The Lido last night.
“Fuck, yeah, Aisha. Take my cock. You’re taking it so fucking good.”
His cock slammed into me, sending waves of dull pleasure through my body.
I arched my back to give him better access, hoping it would help him finish sooner.
If you’re going to do it, you might as well put your heart into it.
I let out a simpering moan, the kind girls do in porn, and I heard his husky voice groan against my ear as he nibbled at my earlobe.
A shiver went down my spine in spite of my disinterest.
I rocked my hips back in time with his thrusts, causing a loud slapping sound to fill the stateroom as he pumped into me.
I could feel his excitement. He was right there on the edge. He was about to release into me.
“Right there, you dirty girl.”
With a last grunt, I felt the muscles in George’s cock pulse, and he came inside me with a surprisingly high-pitched moan.
Rolling over on the king-sized bed, he chuckled.
“You never stop surprising me, Aisha,” he mumbled.
It sounded like he’d got those words right out of a Hallmark movie, especially since he’d been the one to instigate our little tryst.
Hell, I’d been practically asleep when he’d started thrusting his cock against my lower back.
With a yawn, I rolled out of bed, not even the least bit sore.
That was the one bright spot about dating a guy with a smaller-than-average package.
“Wanna go to the buffet, sweetheart?” George mumbled from the bed.
Looking over, I saw he was already deeply immersed in his phone.
“Yeah, let me shower,” I said, walking over to the bathroom door.
I caught him rolling his eyes in the mirror.
“Sure thing,” he said. “Just as long as they’re not out of omelets.”
I walked over to the shower and set the water to hot.
“Showering’s important, babe,” I called into the back room. “It makes me feel clean.”
I hoped he’d get the hint.
But sadly, I heard the clanking of his belt buckle, which told me he was pulling on yesterday’s jeans again.
No luck.
I swear to god, he’d worn the same outfit for the past four days we were at sea.
Even when the ship’s restaurant specified “smart casual.”
The Midas Opal was not the largest ship in the world.
George proudly told me that he got our tickets through a Groupon deal for a seven-day Caribbean cruise for only $600 per person.
If I hadn’t already been having doubts about the relationship before, his admission of being a cheap bastard certainly didn’t help.
I mean, his father was the CFO of an investment bank in downtown Boston.
For a Revere girl like me, that made him as rich as the King.
He held my hand as we walked from our Economy stateroom to the breakfast buffet, which was spread out next to the pool deck.
When we reached the food, I went to grab a coffee, and George hurried off to get his precious omelet.
Don’t get me wrong, he was a decent guy.
Always picked up the check, even though I told him I didn’t expect that shit.
But he just didn’t make my heart pump.
Honestly, none of the dozen boyfriends I’d had since leaving home could make my heart pump.
That shit you read in romance novels, the men that made your heart seize up with excitement and panties instantly wet… I don’t believe they exist.
So I was here with George, the last in a long string of mediocre relationships I knew would never last more than a year, tops.
Not that I really wanted to be codependent on some chunky alpha guy like the girls were in novels.
What was the point?
People sucked anyway, especially men.
And they always left eventually, so why not embrace it and get cruises out of them?
I went over to George and my usual table with my coffee.
But George wasn’t there.
Looking around, I saw him over by the omelet bar.
He was talking to that blond waitress who he’d been ogling ever since we got on board.
I rolled my eyes.
There was nothing wrong with seeing somebody else as attractive, I guess.
But right in front of me?
“Honey,” I called, waving him over. “Don’t let your eggs get cold.”
The blond and George both looked over.
The waitress looked like she’d just eaten a lemon.
George took his omelet and scurried over to me with his tail between his legs.
“Just coffee?” he asked as he sat down.
“Don’t you remember?” I asked, suppressing a roll of the eyes. “I intermittent fast till noon.”
“Pfft, you doctors,” he said, shoveling eggs into his mouth.
“Pfft, med students, you mean. And yes, we’re the best,” I said, giving him a wink.
He stuck his tongue out at me.
Cute… in theory.
We didn’t talk much for the rest of breakfast.
After George had finished his plate and got a heap of seconds of everything, he said he had some work to do and headed back to the stateroom.
He had one of those “my father owns the company” jobs that paid a ridiculous amount for him to check emails and yell at people.
I stayed at the table, soaking in the Caribbean sun and looking in the pool.
My eyes fell on an old woman with a cane.
I studied her gait, wracking my brain.
“Hip replacement. Six months out,” I mumbled finally into my coffee mug.
Then I nodded to myself, happy with my diagnosis.
My gaze then found a young boy lathering sunscreen on his body.
No kid that age would be that diligent with the SPF unless they’d been trained by their parents to be scared of UV rays since birth.
“Photosensitivity,” I decided, “He’s allergic to the sun.”
It was one of my favorite pastimes.
I’d always known I wanted to be a doctor, and I was fucking good at it, too.
It was very rare that my diagnoses were wrong.
I was like Dr. House with better tits.
Also, that show was entirely unrealistic.
After a while, I got bored of diagnosing problems, and my gaze fell on the sparkling water.
Maybe I’ll go for a swim.
Standing up, I took a leisurely stroll back to the stateroom, imagining the gigantic burger I was going to eat as soon as the clock struck noon.
When I reached the stateroom, though, I stopped.
There were sounds coming from inside, and not the sort of sounds I expected from an investment bank.
Rather, they were the kind of sounds I’d been faking this morning.
With a sigh, I opened the door.
“Aisha, um, how was breakfast?”
It was almost funny how George scrambled away from his blond waitress sheepishly when I opened the door.
She, on the other hand, didn’t look bashful at all.
The nerve on her.
“Don’t mind me,” I said coolly, closing the door behind me. “I’m just going for a swim.”
I walked over to my suitcase and kicked it open.
Then I found my skimpiest bikini, a red lacy thing one of my exes had bought me, and turned to smirk at the couple.
They were both lying in bed, shocked by my actions.
Well, they were about to be more shocked.
Reaching behind me, I unzipped my sundress.
As the zipper came undone, the dress slid to the floor around me.
With a flourish, I pulled off my bra and underwear as well and stood there in all my glory.
I may not have been Gizelle, but I was certainly fit for my age.
Being a medical student made me uniquely careful about what and how much I put in my body, and it showed.
I had flawless, soft brown skin, which I kept smooth.
My black hair was tied into tight cornrows, which framed my baby face nicely.
And my tits and ass were on point.
Not too big, not too small.
George and his waitress were both gaping at me, and I could see George’s hard-on, which had softened when I caught them, start to tent again.
Making sure to accentuate my movements, I bent down and pulled on my bikini slowly.
When I straightened back up, I could see both George and the waitress still watching me.
“Well, have fun,” I said with a little wave.
And then I practically skipped out of the room.
Well, George. That makes breaking up with you so much easier.
I didn’t really feel anything as I made my way back to the pool.
George had been a shit boyfriend, and our relationship ended as it had lived: without any strong feelings.
I found a nice place in the shade and laid down a towel.
Then I waved over a waiter and ordered the biggest hamburger they had, putting it on George’s card, of course.
Where I should go now? I began to daydream.
I liked living in Boston, but it was so small.
And now that things were going to be done with George, I could really go anywhere.
Maybe Los Angeles.
Maybe Paris.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
At first, I thought they were fireworks.
I was lounging in the shallow end of the pool, eyes closed, drifting in and out of consciousness, when a series of loud bangs sounded in the distance.
My eyes popped open at the loud sound, and I looked around the pool, noticing that the rest of the passengers seemed equally confused.
Why would they shoot off fireworks in the middle of the day?
Then came another loud volley of bangs.
They were closer now, and they definitely didn’t sound like fireworks anymore.
A few people started swimming over to the ladders.
I stayed where I was, still unsure what was going on.
And then came more, louder bangs right on top of us.
And with them, the sounds of screams and running footsteps.
I sat up straight, then lifted to a half-stand.
What the hell was happening?
And then, before I could move, six men ran onto the pool deck.
I could tell at once they weren’t guests.
Their clothes, for one, were torn and sunbleached, with lots of patches.
And on top of that, they were holding machine guns.
The man in the front, who looked to be the youngest, stepped forward and raised his gun in the air, shooting a volley of bullets into the sky.
People screamed and tried to run.
Until he spoke.
His voice was deep and gravelly and sent a shiver down my body that I wasn’t sure was entirely fear.
“You move, you die.”
I froze where I was, halfway through standing, staring at the speaker.
Even through my panic, I had to admit this man was gorgeous.
He looked to be in his mid-twenties.
He was white, but his skin was weathered and tanned.
Muscles bulged through his torn clothing, and his piercing green eyes seemed calculating and hungry.
Just then, he looked in my direction, and I felt a blush hit my face.
His gaze was like fire, and I couldn’t look away.
“Who are you people?” the mom of the kid with the sun allergy said, shielding her son from the newcomers.
The beautiful man pulled his gaze from me and fixed his eyes icily on her.
“We are pirates,” he said simply. “And this is our ship now.
“You all belong to us.”
