The ship groaned beneath us, tilting as the wind, rain, and churning sea roiled outside. My glass nearly slipped from my hand, some of the cocktail sloshing over the rim and onto my lap. I cursed under my breath, shifting uncomfortably in the damp fabric of my dress.

“Jesus, Katie, you’re hopeless.” Naomi laughed, her voice smooth and teasing as she balanced her own drink effortlessly.

I looked at her, both annoyed and impressed. Naomi seemed totally at ease, even though the boat was rocking and rolling; she was calm and poised as if it was a normal sunny day. She was stunning, with deep brown skin that seemed to glow even under the dim bar lights, her long, thick, dark hair falling past her shoulders. Her brown eyes sparkled with mischief, the same mischief that had talked me into this cruise in the first place.

She leaned forward against the bar, her top riding low enough to show off her cleavage, full, high, perfect. I caught a guy two stools down sneaking a glance, and Naomi noticed too, flashing him a playful smile before turning her attention back to me.

“I told you not to wear white,” she said, eyeing the damp spot on my lap with amusement.

I sighed, rolling my eyes. “I didn’t think the ship would feel like we’re on a damn rollercoaster.”

The storm outside was relentless, waves battering the ship, and the usual party vibe was nowhere to be found. The bar was nearly empty. Most of the passengers were holed up in their cabins, seasick or sleeping out the storm. The entertainment had been canceled, so all we had to entertain ourselves with was the bar. 

“Maybe we should head back,” I muttered, but Naomi’s eyes were focused past me.

“Or… maybe not.”

I followed her gaze and immediately saw who she was talking about.

He was sitting alone at the far end of the bar, a tall drink in front of him, completely unfazed by the ship’s lurching. Tall, at least six-three, with a lean, almost lanky frame that still carried an edge of strength in the way he held himself. Black hair, slightly tousled, like he’d run his fingers through it one too many times. Clean-shaven, sharp jawline. And his eyes, green and piercing, even from across the bar.

He glanced up, catching both of us staring. A slow, knowing smile curled on his lips.

Naomi grinned wide. “Well, now we definitely aren’t going back.”

Before I could protest, she was already tugging me by the wrist, dragging me across the swaying floor. I tried to ignore the butterflies in my stomach, though they weren’t from the rocking ship this time. He was so my type.

We stopped at his side, and Naomi spoke first.

“Looks like you’re handling the storm better than most.”

He looked at her, then at me, his smile deepening. “I’m used to rough seas.”

His voice was low and smooth, with just enough gravel to make it interesting.

“I’m Naomi,” she said, flipping a lock of her hair over her shoulder. “And this is Katie.”

His eyes lingered on me longer, trailing down my body, pausing just a second too long before meeting my gaze again. “Sean.”

“Nice to meet you,” Naomi purred, sliding onto the stool next to him. She motioned for me to sit too, forcing me into the seat between them.

The bartender passed by, and Sean raised his glass. “Another round for the ladies.”

“So,” Naomi started, swirling her straw in her drink, “you here with anyone?”

Sean shook his head. “Solo trip. I figured a singles cruise might get interesting.” He said it so casually, but his tone made the meaning obvious.

Naomi raised an eyebrow. “Oh? And has it?”

“Not yet.” He smiled again, slow and deliberate. “But the night’s still young.”

My cheeks flushed, but I forced myself to keep it together. Naomi was clearly enjoying this, teasing him, playing the game, but his attention kept drifting back to me. His green eyes flicked to my lips, then lower, like he was imagining exactly how far the night could go. Or maybe he had just noticed where I spilled my drink.

I was distracted, barely perched on my stool. Another hard tilt of the ship threw me off balance, and his hand shot out, gripping my arm to steady me. His fingers were strong and warm, and he didn’t move them right away.

“Careful,” he murmured, his thumb brushing over my skin, slow and deliberate. “Wouldn’t want you to fall.”

I swallowed hard, feeling my pulse quicken. “Thanks,” I mumbled, though my voice came out thinner than I’d hoped.

Naomi leaned in, her elbow brushing my arm. “So, Sean, what do you do when things get... rough?”

He chuckled, low and deep. “I like to take control. Make sure no one gets hurt.” He paused, his gaze flicking between us. “Unless they want a little excitement.”

The words hung in the air, thick and heavy, full of unspoken promises.

I felt the heat rise in my cheeks, but Naomi was in her element. "And what if someone wants more than just a little?"

Sean’s gaze lingered on her, then shifted to me. "Then I make sure they get exactly what they want."

The bartender returned with our drinks, sliding fresh cocktails in front of us. Naomi raised hers, clinking it against Sean's glass. "To rough seas and... new adventures."

We drank, the air between us thickening. The conversation grew bolder with each sip. Naomi recounted a wild story from one of our nights out, her voice dripping with innuendo, and Sean matched her energy effortlessly, throwing sly comments and lingering glances my way.

"So, Katie," he asked, leaning in slightly, "do you like the sea's a bit rough?"

I hesitated, feeling both Naomi's and Sean's eyes on me. "Sometimes. The danger can be exciting." I admitted, my voice quieter than I intended.

Sean smiled, slow and deliberate. "Good. I like girls who can handle a little chaos."

Naomi chuckled, brushing her hand along my thigh under the bar, a teasing gesture only I noticed. "Katie can handle more than she lets on."

I shot her a look, half-laughing, half-nervous, but Sean's interest was clearly piqued.

The drinks kept coming, the conversation growing heavier with tension. Every glance, every word seemed to hint at something more, until Naomi leaned back and sighed dramatically.

"You know," she said, tracing the rim of her glass with her finger, "this bar's starting to feel a little dead."

Sean caught the cue immediately, his green eyes locking onto mine. "My cabin’s private. No bar, but plenty of other distractions."

Naomi looked at me, her expression full of expectation. My heart raced; the storm outside a distant hum compared to the chaos in my head.

But I found myself nodding, almost before I realised it. "Lead the way."

Sean grinned, pushing back his stool. Naomi flashed me a triumphant smile, and together, we followed him out into the dim, swaying corridors, leaving behind our half-finished drinks and the stormy sea outside.

We stumbled down the corridor, the storm outside rattling the ship, but none of us cared. Every tilt of the floor sent us into each other, Sean’s hands steadying me with an arm around my waist, his fingers pressing just a little too firmly against my hip. A quick squeeze, a playful smirk. Naomi, giggling as she bumped into him, her body a heat against mine.

Sean led the way, keycard in hand, his green eyes full of promise as he pushed open the door. “Ladies first.”

Naomi strode in like she owned the place, her laughter filling the room as she turned in a slow circle. “Bloody hell, this is five times the size of our cabin.”

I followed, eyes trailing over the luxury, sleek furniture, a king-sized bed with crisp sheets, dim golden lighting casting a warm glow. There was a large floor-to-ceiling window with a balcony outside. We could see the wild storm, dark and powerful outside. Sean stepped in behind us, shutting the door with a click. The sound sent a little thrill down my spine.

His gaze roamed, unhurried, drinking in the sight of us in our tight dresses. “Plenty of room to dance the night away,” he murmured, reaching for a bottle of champagne. “And drink it too.”

I folded my arms, arching a brow. “Oh, it’s dancing you’re planning, is it?”

Sean popped the bottle with an effortless twist, the fizz spilling over his fingers as he grinned. “Open wide, gorgeous,” he said to Naomi. Lifting it to her lips and pouring just enough for her to catch it in her mouth before swallowing with a wicked smile. The way her tongue swirled around the rim before she swallowed made it clear dancing wasn’t quite what she had in mind.

And yet she grabbed my hand and pulled me against her. “I love dancing,” she purred.

The music wasn’t playing, but we didn’t need it. Naomi led, her body pressing into mine, our hips swaying in a slow, sultry rhythm. Her hands roamed, teasing at the small of my back, fingers ghosting over my exposed shoulders. The silk of her dress brushed my skin, and I knew she was doing this for Sean as much as for herself. She was clearly putting on a show, so I tried to play along.

He watched, leaning against the table, swirling the bottle in his hand.

Naomi twirled me, fingers trailing down my spine before they found the zipper of my dress. She hesitated, just a moment, giving me the chance to stop her.

I didn’t.

The fabric slipped lower, as she dragged it down, inch by inch. My heart pounded, but I kept moving, playing along, ignoring the heat crawling up my neck.

Sean took a slow sip of champagne, his gaze dark with interest. He kicked off his shoes, shrugging out of his shirt as he stepped closer, his presence intoxicating.

Naomi let my dress fall away completely. It pooled at my feet, leaving me in nothing but lace and bare skin. I shivered, not from cold, but from the weight of their eyes on me.

Naomi’s fingers brushed my arm, reassuring, teasing. She turned her back to me, gripping the hem of her own dress. With a slow, fluid motion, she peeled it off, her body still swaying to music only we could hear.

I watched her, caught between admiration and something deeper, something dangerous. Naomi was effortless, uninhibited. Vivacious, busty, and painfully attractive. Her curves were bold and striking, full breasts, a sculpted waist, hips that invited attention. Next to her, I felt understated, my frame straighter, leaner, smaller, lacking the same dramatic contrast. A flicker of jealousy surfaced, but it was drowned out by something far more intoxicating. There was a tinge of jealousy in my thoughts, but that was mostly overwhelmed by lust. Lust for my beautiful friend. Lust for this handsome man. Lust for whatever this night would hold. 

Sean dimmed the lights, the golden glow casting long shadows across the cabin. His grin was slow, deliberate, as he walked toward us, the bottle of champagne still in hand. Naomi tilted her chin up, parting her lips as he poured.

Naomi grinned and tipped it forward, champagne spilling in shimmering streams over her skin. The scent was crisp, sweet, and intoxicating.

Before she could wipe them away, Sean moved. One hand curled into her hair, tilting her face up and her throat towards him. His lips met her skin, his tongue chasing the rivulets of champagne down her throat. Naomi exhaled sharply, her body pressing against him.

I slid behind her, fingers tracing the curve of her spine before reaching the clasp of her bra. My pulse pounded as I unhooked it, the garment sliding from her shoulders in a slow, deliberate reveal.

Naomi let it fall, unbothered by her own bareness, completely at ease in her own skin. The sight of her was captivating, flushed, breathless, radiant.

He stepped back, looking at me, “Your turn” he said as Naomie drizzled more champagne over her now bare breasts. I licked my lips, nervous; I'd never been with a woman before, but the sight was captivating. I hesitated only a moment before I leaned forward, trailing my tongue along her body, capturing the champagne and tasting her flesh. The taste was a mix of her and the champagne—sharp and sweet, utterly addicting.

Naomi exhaled a soft moan, her fingers tangling in my hair as Sean’s hands slid down her back, gripping her firmly. His gaze flicked to me, green eyes burning with interest.

“She’s good at this,” Naomi murmured against his mouth, her voice thick with satisfaction.

Sean chuckled, his fingers toying with the ends of my hair as he watched me. "I wonder what else she's good at."

Naomi’s wicked grin sent a fresh wave of heat through me. She leaned down, her fingers tangling in my hair, nails grazing my scalp as she murmured, “Let’s find out what else this pretty little slut can do.”

Then she pushed down on my head.

I dropped to my knees between her parted thighs, my breath catching at the sharp command in her touch. The word slut should have shocked me. I’d never really thought I was keen on more degrading dirty talk. But hearing it come from my friend, from someone I loved and trusted, it sent a delicious thrill coursing through me. My pulse pounded as I looked up at her, heart racing.

She arched a brow. “Don’t keep me waiting.”

With a shaky breath, I lowered myself between her legs, my tongue darting out to lick at the juices that coated her thighs. Her scent was intoxicating, a heady mix of sweat and arousal that filled my senses. 

I could feel the heat radiating from her core as I moved closer, tracing a finger along the lips of her pussy. They were slick with sweat, the juices clinging to them like syrup. As I gently pushed my finger inside her, I felt her body arch up towards me, inviting me deeper into this new world.

I swallowed hard, then leaned in, pressing my lips against the folds of Naomi's sex. She was hot, slick, intoxicating. My tongue darted out to taste her juices; I felt her body tense up beneath me.

Naomi moaned, her fingers tightening in my hair as she rocked forward, pressing herself against my lips.

I slid my tongue against her clitoris, feeling it swell and throb underneath my touch. It was sensitive, responsive, and every flick of my tongue sent shivers down her spine. I moved backward, tracing a line along the folds of her pussy lips, finding the entrance to her vagina.

I slowly worked my finger inside her, feeling her muscles spasm around it as she bucked against me. The angle wasn't quite right for my tongue to get in deep, but it was perfect for dancing round the entrance. I could feel her heartbeat pounding against my cheek, heard the soft moans escaping from between her lips.

Sean stood behind her, his hands sliding over her body, rough palms cupping her breasts, teasing her hardened nipples through the thin fabric of her dress. His lips brushed her ear, voice low and approving. “She has such a pretty face to ride.”

Naomi let out a breathless laugh, but it dissolved into a soft moan as I pressed my finger deeper, my tongue circling, teasing, drawing her out.

“Fuck,” she exhaled, her head falling back against Sean’s shoulder.

I felt another hand in my hair, Sean’s, firm over hers, guiding me, controlling me. The sheer dominance in that motion made my core tighten, a needy ache pulsing deep within me. My own thighs pressed together, desperate for attention.

She pulled away just enough to sit back onto the bed, reclining against the pillows, legs spread, breathless and wanting. The new angle pushed her face level with Sean’s crotch, and her eyes darkened as she took in the sight of him.

I continued my assault of her sex, the angle now much improved as I watched her and Sean.

He watched her knowingly, stepping closer, the bulge in his trousers right in front of her lips. He guided her cheek against it, letting her feel the heat and size of him through the fabric.

Naomi moaned softly, nuzzling against him, her tongue flicking out teasingly along the outline. When she looked up at him, hunger burned in her gaze.

“I want it,” she groaned, her voice thick with need as my tongue sent another shiver through her.

Sean’s hand tightened in her hair, tilting her head back slightly, forcing her to hold his gaze. “Tell me how much you want it.”

She whimpered, rocking her hips against my mouth. “Oh, fuck, please. I need it. I need to taste you.”

He chuckled darkly. “Such a greedy little slut.” He flicked his gaze down to me, the weight of his stare igniting something deep in my belly. “Maybe Katie should taste it first.”

Before I could react, he unbuttoned his trousers, pushing them down along with his boxers, revealing his hard shaft, long, a little thin, but perfectly straight and rigid. It bobbed slightly with the motion, the tip already glistening.

Naomi gasped, but she wasn’t about to wait her turn. “That little whore is busy,” she moaned, her fingers curling tighter in my hair as she reached out to wrap her other hand around Sean’s length. “This is mine.”

“Then suck my cock, you horny little bitch,” he growled, a wicked smile playing on his lips.

From between her thighs, I watched as she leaned forward, lips parting, taking the tip into her mouth with a slow, deliberate moan. Her tongue flicked along the underside before she sank deeper, swallowing around him inch by inch.

Sean groaned, his fingers threading through her dark waves, gripping the back of her head as she worked him with eager, wet strokes.

I could feel the heat between my own legs, unbearable now, throbbing with every breathy moan Naomi let out.

Sean glanced down at me, eyes burning. “Your turn will come, Katie,” he promised, voice low, teasing.

Encouraged by Naomi’s raw hunger, Sean tightened his grip in her hair, his fingers tangling in her hair as he guided her rhythm, pushing deeper, testing the limits of her willingness.

Naomi took him eagerly, her lips stretched around his length, her throat tightening as he thrust deeper, rougher. The wet, sloppy sounds filled the room, mingling with her muffled moans and the quiet, breathless curses spilling from Sean’s lips. Tears glistened at the corners of her eyes, but the heat in her gaze, the way she clung to him, made it clear she wanted this. She relished the way he took control, the way he used her.

I stared over Naomi's pubis, looking along the length of her body as Sean used her so thoroughly; I couldn’t look away.

Every thrust sent a shiver down my spine, the sight of Naomi surrendering so completely making my own skin burn with need. God, I wanted to be her.

I wanted that level of raw, consuming desire. I wanted to be the one Sean held down, the one who surrendered completely beneath his hands. Sean caught my gaze, his eyes locking onto mine, reading every thought, every unspoken need written across my face. A slow, knowing smirk curled on his lips.

His voice was rough, commanding.

“Make the little slut cum,” he growled, his fingers tightening in Naomi’s hair as he thrust deep, holding her there. His gaze flicked down to me, burning with challenge. “I want to feel her shake while my cock is in her throat.”

The command sent a thrill through me.

I didn’t hesitate. My fingers spread her open as I leaned in, devoting my full attention to her pleasure once again, my lips pressing against her heat, my tongue burrowing in to taste her.

She moaned, the sound vibrating around Sean, making him groan in response.

I pressed deeper, circling her clit with slow, teasing strokes, then sucking it between my lips. Naomi shuddered, her whole-body tightening, torn between the relentless pace of Sean’s thrusts and the pleasure I was building inside her.

Her thighs gripped my head tightly, her moans growing more desperate, her body straining as she surrendered completely to both of us.

Sean chuckled darkly. “That’s it,” he murmured, his voice thick with satisfaction. “Such a good little slut for me.”

Naomi whimpered, her body tensing, her pleasure spiralling higher, her thighs trembling around my face.

And I knew she was close.

Naomi’s eyes flickered upward, desperate and glassy, her lips wrapped around Sean’s length, saliva glistening down her chin. Her hunger was undeniable, her need radiating from every trembling inch of her body.

I felt it as I bore down on her, my lips and tongue working her over, the quivering rippling through her as she teetered on the edge.

Sean could see it too, the way her body tensed, the way her breath hitched even as he pushed deeper, his grip in her hair unrelenting. He held her down onto his cock, burying himself deep in her throat. 

“Cum for me, you little whore,” he growled, his voice thick with possession.

Naomi’s muffled moan vibrated around him, her thighs tightening around my head. But she needed something more; he could see it in the wildness of her eyes, the desperate fire burning in them as she took everything we gave her.

“I said cum, you little bitch.” A sharp slap cracked through the room, not too hard, but enough to send a fresh wave of heat rolling through her. Her eyes blazed with raw, unfiltered need, her throat tightening as she swallowed around him.

Sean smirked, watching her quake.

Another slap, harder this time. Her body jolted, shuddering as he pushed deeper, holding her there, forcing her to take it all. Her moan was strangled around him, but I could hear the pleasure in it, the way she loved this, the way she craved it.

I slid my fingers inside her, three of them at once, curling them, pumping them in rhythm with my tongue against her clit. She clenched around me, her hips rocking into my face, chasing her release.

Sean groaned at the sight, Naomi’s flushed face, her eyes rolling back as pleasure consumed her, her body completely at our mercy.

I felt it building, the way her thighs trembled, the way she held me tighter against her.

And then, she exploded.

Her wet moan choked around Sean’s cock as her body convulsed, pleasure tearing through her in violent, uncontrollable waves. Her fingers fisted in my hair, holding me there as she rode it out, her entire body shaking, her muscles tensing, the sheer force of her climax overwhelming her. Juices flowed from her cunt freely, sweeter than they had been, soaking my hands and face.

Sean watched, mesmerized, his grip on her hair loosening, his hand shifting to cup her cheek, his thumb stroking over her skin as she whimpered through the aftershocks.

Slowly, he pulled free from her mouth, letting her gasp for air between ragged moans.

Naomi collapsed onto the bed, boneless, wrecked, her ample chest rising and falling as she struggled to catch her breath.

Sean smirked, glancing down at me.

I pulled back from between Naomi’s legs, my breath uneven, my skin flushed with heat. My face and fingers were wet with her release, my hair a tangled mess from where her fingers had twisted in it.

Sean dropped to his knees beside me, his hands brushing over my bare skin, his breath warm against my lips. Naomi’s fingers trailed over my shoulder as she pushed me away from her still-throbbing core, her body spent but her eyes burning with satisfaction.

And then Sean kissed me.

Hard.

His tongue swept into my mouth, tasting me, tasting her, claiming me with that slow, deliberate hunger. A deep groan rumbled in his chest as he pulled me closer, his fingers tangling in my hair, his grip firm and commanding.

I barely noticed the way his other hand slid between my legs, fingers pressing against the damp lace of my thong. And then there was the sound of a rip.

The sound was sharp, almost violent, as the delicate fabric tore away in his hands, leaving me bare, open, completely at his mercy.

His fingers stroked between my slick folds, teasing, testing, feeling just how ready I was. He smirked. “You did very well.”

“Thanks,” I gasped, my body trembling with anticipation, a tight knot coiling deep in my stomach, my nerves tangled with an aching, unrelenting need.

The floor beneath us still swayed, the massive ship rocking in the storm outside, but in that moment, nothing else existed beyond the heat of his touch, the way Naomi lay spent on the bed beside us, the heavy pulse of desire threading between the three of us.

I glanced down, my eyes catching on his cock, thick, hard, still dripping with Naomi’s saliva.

Sean chuckled, catching my look, his amusement dark and knowing. He stood effortlessly; his strength evident in the way he lifted me with him as if I weighed nothing. His hands slid over my ass, kneading, claiming, his grip bruising and perfect.

Then, with one smooth motion, he threw me down onto the bed next to Naomi.

I landed with a breathless gasp, my body thrumming as I watched him stroke himself, slow and deliberate, his gaze never leaving mine.

Naomi was still panting beside me, her fingers trailing lazily over her skin, but I barely noticed.

Sean climbed onto the bed, straddling me, his powerful frame caging me in, his cock thick and heavy as he pressed the head against my lips.

I hesitated for just a second. Not because I didn’t want this; I did. God, I did. But because the anticipation was overwhelming. Because this was so far beyond my experience. Because I’d never felt a want like this before.

Sean saw it, the nervous flicker in my eyes, the sharp intake of my breath, but he also saw the resolve. The hunger.

I wanted this.

It scared me.

And it excited me.

I parted my lips, my breath warm against his skin, letting his tip dip inside, tasting him, surrendering to him.

Sean groaned, his fingers threading into my hair again, holding me still as he pushed just a little deeper, just enough to make my lips stretch around him.

“Good girl,” he murmured, his voice rough with approval. His grip tightened at the back of my head, his fingers tangling in my hair, and then, with a sharp thrust, he pushed forward.

My eyes widened at the sudden invasion, his cock sliding deep into my mouth, my tongue curling instinctively around him. I should have pulled back, should have hesitated, but I didn’t.

Instead, I leaned in.

I wanted this.

I needed this.

I pushed forward, taking him deeper, pressing against my throat. The slick taste of Naomi lingered on him, mixing with the salty heat of his arousal, sent a dark thrill spiraling through me.

Sean groaned, his fingers twisting tighter in my hair as his hips rocked forward, testing me, pushing my limits. My throat tightened around him, and I gagged, the suddenness of it shocking me, but the intensity only made the fire inside me burn hotter.

He felt it too, the way my body surrendered, the way my hands dug into his thighs instead of pushing him away.

“Fuck yes,” he growled, holding me firm as he thrust deeper. “You’re a talented little slut.”

His words sent a pulse of heat straight between my thighs, my body betraying how much I loved this, the way he took control, the way he used me.

Tears pricked at the corners of my eyes as he set a brutal rhythm, his cock sliding against the tightness of my throat, his grunts growing heavier with each thrust. My jaw ached, my lips stretched wide, but I didn’t stop. I wouldn’t stop.

I reached up, fingers sliding over his balls, squeezing gently, teasing, feeling them tighten as he groaned above me. The weight of him, the sheer force of his dominance, had me aching, my core slick with need.

Then Naomi leaned in, her breath warm against my skin, her hand gliding up my thigh, fingers teasing along the dripping heat between my legs.

“You love this, don’t you?” She purred, her voice husky, still ragged from her own pleasure. Her fingers slipped between my folds, slick and teasing. “Being used like a filthy little whore.”

A shudder wracked through me, my moan vibrating around Sean’s cock, making him groan as he thrust harder, his grip tightening.

Naomi chuckled, her touch growing firmer, more insistent. “Oh, you do love it.”

Sean kept his steady rhythm, his cock pumping in and out of my mouth as his grip in my hair tightened. His gaze flicked back to Naomi as she teased me, her fingers dipping into me, slowly, teasingly, swirling my juices.

His other hand found her hair, guiding her to him, their lips meeting in a slow, heated kiss.

Then they both looked down at me, watching me.

Sean groaned, his cock pulsing against my tongue. “You were born to be a little fucktoy, Katie.”

The words sent a violent shiver through me, my body arching as Naomi let out a soft, breathy moan against his lips.

“Then you should probably fuck her,” she murmured into his ear, her voice thick with desire. “I bet she’s desperate for your cock.”