Steaming Desire - Melissa Young

Chapter Six - Kiara

What the actual fuck, I couldn't believe my eyes. Fisting my hands at my sides, I tried to look through the heavy rainfall. My eyes snapped to James again and realized that the original problem wasn't solved yet, I also realized in that instance that we couldn't do it on our own. It was one of the downsides of a small crew, we never had hands over. 

   Hanging my head and closing my eyes, I attempted to clear my thoughts. By the end of it, I came to the conclusion that I had to put my anger aside and ask for help. I turned on my heel back to Hunter, who laid still on the ground, panting for breath through the thick air. 

   I reached out in front of his face with an open hand, "Please?" The word stung in my throat, I didn't want to need anybody, and it worked out fine until now. He looked at my wet hand before he grabbed a strong hold of it and allowed me to help him up.  Our wet skin collided with a loud smack, and it aroused me in an odd way. 

   I looked at our hands for a while before I pulled back and stared into his eyes. They shone clear green even under the dark sky, sparking a need inside me to drown in them and never see the surface again.

   I showed him where to stand and how to hold the rope. The time started to run out. Feeling my breath pick up in my chest alongside my heartbeat, the adrenaline flowed through my veins in a hurried rush when I stood in front of Hunter. I could feel his piercing eyes on my ass, but despite the shame pounding through the blood in my ears, I liked it. I wanted him to look at every curve of my body, to fantasize about me, but most of all, I wanted him to have the same struggles that I had.

   "Everybody ready?" James nodded in front of me and I assumed that Hunter did the same since I could feel his grip tighten on the thick rope. "One...two...three." I took two steps backward, along with Hunter behind me and James in front of me. 

   The slick rope fought against us and at the same time wanted to untangle from the beam where it was stuck. I pulled with all my might, elbows in flames and calves slipping. I took another slow step backward, not aware of the man behind me, since I was used to doing this alone. My hands felt slick, and I didn't have a great grip. Hunter took a better hold and tugged. The action caused me to slip backward and right into his stony figure. 

   My hips collided with his, and a hard poke at my lower back brought me back to reality. A low moan erupted from his throat, but I didn't dare to look behind me, scared that my face would show the effect he had on me.

   I wanted to appear unbothered, like I didn't have a care in the world about him. But in reality, I had been thinking about him for a week straight. It was a miracle that I hadn't stepped down on unsteady legs to their cell and begged him to fuck me. The thought had crossed my mind several times, but then I had remembered what an absolute fool that would make me look like. 

   Wanting him so bad, no, needing. My whole body had been on fire ever since I left them without an explanation, and was too much of a coward to go down there again. I knew that if I did go back, I wouldn't be able to control myself. He was just so appealing, and I could only imagine the kind of pleasure he could give me. The Captain wasn't enough anymore, I needed something else, I needed Hunter. Needed his tongue lapping my clit, his cock in my tight pussy, but I knew that it was impossible.

   "One more time," I yelled through the loud smattering from the rain. We pulled in unison, my body pressed against Hunter's, no air in between our drenched clothes, and James a step in front of us. The rope finally gave in and let go of the masthead,  falling to the ground with a loud thud. James let go and took a step back, the warmth from behind me evaporating. I continued to pull it against me and the huge sail finally rolled up. I stared at it for a moment before the anger finally made itself visible again. Spinning on my heel, I walked with confident steps toward the man on top of the stairs. He squinted in front of him, trying, without luck, to see the water. My feet were heavy when I walked up the stairs. I was going to have a word with the Captain, and it was not going to be pretty.