Dare To Be Wild (18 page)

Livia crossed the roomy cabin and stepped into the full bath, amazed that even on the high seas, one did not have to give up the comfort of a hot shower or soothing whirlpool bath. She pulled out her phone and sent a quick text to Aleesa, letting her know all of the pertinent details, and then she called the hotel to leave the same message on her room phone. After completing that task, she made use of the bidet, before heading to the medicine cabinet, which was fully stocked with various personal sundries. She quickly rinsed her mouth with mouthwash, reapplied her lipstick and fluffed out her curls.

Before turning to leave, Livi took a long look at the madam in the mirror and smiled. There was a newfound radiance about her that had everything to do with finally letting go and letting loose. All of her life she'd played by the good girl rules and had ended up living 49 years without feeling fully alive. In these few short
months, she'd begun to rectify that situation and had begun to acquire the inner satisfaction to match her outer glow.

Livia felt the earth shift below her as
The Contessa
slowly pulled away from the dock. She took a final look before turning and hurrying back upstairs and into Mitchell's waiting arms. She walked through the doors back on to the deck and was greeted by a pair of stewards, one bearing a tray of delectable looking, bite-sized desserts, the other, a tray of champagne flutes. Admitted chocoholic, and connoisseur of fine pastries that she was, Livia couldn't resist grabbing one of the brownie bites and immediately popping it into her mouth. She momentarily closed her eyes, enjoying the bittersweet taste of the velvety, rich cake on her tongue.

“Wait, one more.” Livia smiled, happily consuming another taste before chasing them both down with a glass of the most delicious champagne she'd ever tasted. Definitely, a VIP upgrade in the bubbly. The combination of the two was the ultimate in decadence—a theme Liv had every intention of carrying into the rest of the evening.

L
ivi walked out on what, minutes before, had been a deck gyrating with guests passionate about partying. Now, most of the white hot revelers had departed, but for those who remained, their passions had morphed the dance floor into a seductive and openly sexual strip club. The models who, earlier in the evening, had traipsed around the yacht leaving a trail of sex appeal and desire in their wake, were now topless and putting on a display of erotic dancing, exciting the audience's collective imagination, and libido, with their “drop it like it's hot” performances.

Mitchell immediately spotted his date and made a bee-line in Livia's direction. He pulled her to him, whispering gruffly in her ear, “Quincy Charles, you have no idea what you do to me. I can't wait to finally give you a proper fuck.” While his mouth stated his intentions, he pushed her hand on to his crotch, allowing his stiffening cock to translate his ability to fulfill them.

Livia seductively licked the inside of his ear in response. Her action sent chills up and down his back, causing him to push his pelvis into hers. Under the pretense of a slow dance, Mitchell and Livia stood on the dance floor grinding against each other like a high school couple copping a feel at a “blue lights in the basement” party. Liv could feel the hardness of Mitchell's dick against her thigh. Knowing what she had awaiting her made her pussy twitch in anticipation.

“How long do we have to stay on deck?” Livia inquired between nibbles of Mitchell's earlobe.

“Until you're begging for it,” he informed her.

“You know, it's really not nice to be such a tease,” she flirted back, giving his balls a squeeze, much to his pleasure.

Before Mitchell could come back with a playful response, they were pulled apart, this time by three blasts of the yacht's horn. The music stopped as stewards crisscrossed the deck with trays of Cristal champagne. Soon after, a swarthy man with an unfamiliar foreign accent began to speak. Ahmed, Livia presumed.

“My friends, welcome aboard the beautiful
Contessa
. I hope you are already enjoying the splendor of this special evening. We will return to port at sunrise. Until then, give into the night, indulge your appetites and savor your pleasures to their fullest.

“Cin, Cin,” he toasted, raising his class.

“Cin, Cin,” Livia and the rest of the guests echoed in response. “Now I know why folks love this so much,” she whispered to Mitchell. “It's like drinking an orgasm from a glass.”

“I like the way you think,” Mitchell responded with a lust-filled wink.

“And I love the way you kiss.” Livia tried to settle her aroused libido by drowning it in champagne. By the time her glass was empty, another steward appeared with a tempting variety of tasty bite-size desserts.

“Looks like red velvet,” Livia speculated, reaching for a miniature cupcake. “You've got to try the brownies. They are yummy!”

“Be easy with those,” he warned.

“I can't help myself. I'm a pastry chef. I have to check out the competition,” she told him, feeling the champagne kicking in. “Besides, I'm sure you'll help me work off the calories later,” she said, nibbling at the cupcake.

“It's not the calories I'm worried about,” Mitchell informed her. “Those are space cakes. They all have either pot or hash in them. You don't want to overdo. You may not feel it now, but when they kick in, trust me, you'll be high as hell.”

“Oh shit!” Livia exclaimed, her eyes going wide with concern. “I've already had two,” she said while squishing the rest of the cupcake in her napkin. Livia hadn't smoked or otherwise consumed marijuana since college, and even then it was only once on a dare by her cousin. Back in the day, weed had made her feel light and sleepy. She had no idea how her body would react now, nearly thirty years later.

“Don't worry, baby. I'll take good care of you. I promise. This evening is all about fulfilling your fantasies. Whatever you want or don't want, it's all up to you. I got your back.”

Livia gave Mitchell a grateful kiss on the lips. She did feel safe with him and secure in the knowledge that he would not push into any place she was not willing to go. “Let's go watch the show,” she suggested.

The two walked over to the sofas surrounding the dance floor and cuddled up together. Since raising anchor, the ambiance had changed considerably. Clearly, the drugs and drinks had kicked in because this was no longer a throwdown; it had transformed into a public get-down. Getting into the spirit of the soiree, folks were busy getting their groove on with some serious foreplay. The VIP guests no doubt had a like mindset—fuck and be fucked.

A circle began to form and Mitchell and Liv got up and stepped in closer to see what was going on. Two of the model girls, who obviously had been hired to get the real party started, were on the dance floor getting seriously busy. The Asian girl was on her back, legs spread, fingering and tweaking her own tits while the brunette's head was bobbing between her legs, eating her pussy. Several men
and women stood around, enjoying the view while stroking themselves. A few of the other models, all now topless but still wearing their itty-bitty, bikini bottoms, were working up the crowd with a variety of cock and pussy teasing actions.

“Does that turn you on?” Mitchell asked, happily noting his date's fascination with the couple on the floor.

Livia, still confused by her fascination with girl-on-girl sex, replied with a guilty nod.

“Which do you think is hotter?”

“The one with the tattoo.”

“I like her too,” he said, giving Livia a conspiratorial grin. “She reminds me of a curvier Zoe Saldana.”

Mitchell leaned over and kissed Livia's shoulder, tracing the contours of her collarbone with his tongue, while his hands took delight in the roundness of her ass. His mouth found hers and they shared a hungry kiss. The debauchery around her was proving to be a total turn-on. Whatever level of arousal she'd felt earlier in the evening had now been intensified one hundred-fold. With Cristal courage, Livia began to rub his crotch, loving the sensation of his dick's rising response to her touch.

“Touch it.”

Livia unzipped Mitchell's fly, giving freedom to his hard rod. Right there on the dance floor, she began to massage him, sliding her hand up and down his shaft, twisting and pulling, amazed at his ability to grow ever bigger and wider in her palm—even more amazed by her total lack of inhibition.

Dare to be wild,
Quincy encouraged.

“Suck it.”

Mitchell had the uncanny ability to request things of her without sounding demanding or aggressive. Livia took a quick peek around her. A real orgy had broken out. Nobody was paying attention to
them; they were too consumed with their own behavior to judge hers. Livia knelt down and took Mitchell's cock into her hand, and then gently guided it into her mouth. First, she played with the juicy plum, circling his tip with her tongue, giving homage to the very sensitive groove on the underside. Mitchell's groans were evidence that her devotion was appreciated and that it was time to move on.

Livia bared her teeth and gently scraped the length of his dick as she made her way down from tip to base. Liv began to suck his dick, her head moving back and forth at his crotch as she varied the suction strength.

Her technique was apparently a winning one, as Mitchell gently held her head in his hands, setting the rhythm as the muscles in his legs and ass clenched in an effort to concentrate all the energy and tension to his groin.

Livia sucked and teased his dick with her tongue, listening to the rhythm of his grunts and groans. When she knew she had him at the point of orgasm, Liv gave him one last long lick before moving her face to his. She felt the ground below her shift causing her to rock slightly, and leaving her unsure if it was the yacht, or the brownies kicking in, causing her unsteadiness.

“Oh, baby, don't stop. You were getting to the good stuff.”

“I told you it wasn't nice to tease. Now, you see how it feels.”

“It feels like I want to fuck you right here.” Mitchell punctuated his declaration by giving Livia's strapless dress a firm tug, causing it to drop and pool around her ankles. The second she was disrobed, Livi felt compelled to protest, but the only sounds that her mouth would release were those of desirous submission. The brownies had definitely kicked in because at that very moment, she stood there wearing nothing but a G-string, feeling high and horny, and convinced that she and this fine specimen of maleness, were the only two people in the room.

Mitchell bent down and began sucking her nips, massaging and playing with them with one hand, while his other traveled down her belly and got lost in her panties. His hand palmed her pussy and gave it a squeeze before slipping two fingers inside her hole, as his thumb started circling her clit.

Livia squeezed her snatch around his fingers, and then willed her body to relax and enjoy the party happening in her pants. She stood there, feeling like she was weightlessly hanging in space, bucking up against his hand and feeling Quincy getting hotter and wetter and more demanding of the insertion of Mitchell's rock-hard cock. One last flick of his thumb set her clit off in a pleasant micro-orgasm, a tiny but potent firecracker that prepped her pussy for the serious pyrotechnics to come.

“Mmmm,” she murmured, falling against him.

“Go with it, baby. I got you.”

“Please take me to the cabin now,” she begged, falling against him. She was feeling the full effects of the space cakes and wanted to lie down, not just because her head was feeling delightfully fuzzy. The pressing need to get fucked, and get fucked hard, had become paramount. “I can't stand this any longer. I want your dick inside me. I need it inside me. But not quick like in the bathroom. I want it all night. Will you fuck me all night, Mitchell? Please. Don't make me wait any longer.”

Mitchell's cock went rock-hard at the sound of her begging. There was nothing hotter than knowing that the object of your desire wanted you just as badly. And God knows, he wanted Quincy. This high-level game of stranger se
fuck
tion they'd been playing with each other was about to come to a head. Just like Quincy, he was done with the seduction and quick fucking. Mitchell was ready and way far beyond willing to tear that ass up!

But first things first,
he reminded himself.

“No, baby, you don't have to wait any longer. Let's go.” He managed to breeze his tongue across her pussy as he reached down and pulled her dress back up over her breasts. Livia's knees buckled slightly as the sensation of his tongue on her twat radiated through her body.

Mitchell took her hand and led her back to their cabin. Livia stepped across the threshold and out of her dress in one smooth as marble move. She kept moving until she reached her destination, the bed. She sprawled her body across it, enjoying the feel of the cool Egyptian cotton on her back.

“Come,” Livi requested, her fingers brushing the short fur of her aroused snatch. The brownies had gone straight to her clit and Quincy was dying for some very specialized attention.

Mitchell smiled with great pleasure at the delectable sight sprawled out before him. He was eager to do exactly as Quincy had requested, but he didn't move. It wouldn't be long before the pleasure would be his, but first he had something special in mind for his sexy and exciting new friend.

“Do you trust me?” he whispered from the foot of the bed.

Livia opened her eyes up to stare into the face of this handsome, familiar stranger. “Yes,” she replied emphatically. And she truly did.

“Good. I want to blindfold you. Would that be okay?”

“Yes.” Livia could feel the butterfly wings begin to flutter and then quickly settle down.

“Quincy, this is your night,” Mitchell reminded her as he slipped a sleep mask over Livi's eyes. “Like I said, if you're not feeling something just say so. Okay?”