The Lust Boat by Roz Lee Page A

think I can last very long. I’m as hard as a post just thinking about you wrapping your mouth around my cock.
    It was Candace’s turn to blush. “I’m not sure how the class is structured, but I’m hoping I can give you pleasure.”
    “Trust me. You take me in your mouth, and I’ll have all the pleasure I can stand.”
    Candace smiled. “I signed us up for another private class in the afternoon.”
    “You did?”
    “I hope that was all right. I assumed you would want to spend the afternoon with me.”
    “I do. So what are we doing this afternoon?”
    “The cunnilingus class.”
    Ryan propped his elbows on the table and dropped his head into his hands, his fingers fisting in his hair. When his breathing evened out, he looked up. “I’m not going to survive this cruise.”
    “Would it help if we had sex?”
    “Don’t, Candace. I won’t have sex with you, but when you’re ready, really ready; I’ll make love to you. There’s a difference.”
    “I know. You may be indifferent to what’s happening on this ship, but I’m not.” She glanced across the restaurant. A woman lay sprawled on her back across a table with a man pumping into her, while he plucked grapes from a cluster splayed across her stomach. “I’ve never been so aroused in my life, and it’s not only because of displays like that.” She waved her hand in the direction of the copulating couple. “It’s because of you too. I think we have something special, and I’d be a fool to deny part of it is physical. I want to be with you, and I believe you want to be with me. But I have to wonder. Why are you spending all this time with me? Look at this place.” She indicated the ship with a nod of her head. “There are plenty of women to choose from. I’m sure you could hook-up with anyone you want. So, why me?”
    Ryan dropped his head in his hands again and tugged on his hair. “I’m hanging on by a thread here, Candace. I want you so bad I can’t think straight.”
    Steadier now, Candace sipped her juice, and waited. The silence stretched out between them until finally Ryan raised his head and answered.
    “I honestly don’t know the answer to that. When Richard introduced us, I thought you were the most beautiful woman I’d ever seen. I just couldn’t let you walk away from me.”
    “I’m not sure it’s really me you want, or if you just want to…you know, hook-up with someone.”
    “It’s you Candace, only you. How can I prove it to you?”
    “I don’t know. I wish I did. All I do know is, I want you to come to the classes with me. Let me make you feel good, and then you can return the favor. No one’s ever done that to me before.”
    “No one’s ever done what?” Ryan peeked up at her. “No one’s ever put their mouth to you…there?”
    Candace shook her head. “No.”
    “You’ve got to tell me about the asshole that hurt you. I can’t imagine any man not wanting to taste you, if he had the chance.”
    “Thanks, I think.”
    “It was a compliment. What time is the first class?”
    * * * *
    Ryan thought he might die. The fellatio class was in the same room where yesterday, Thor had tormented him by touching Candace’s body. Now he sat stark naked on the same massage table, with his legs spread and his balls aching for release. Candace’s sweet mouth sucked his cock like a vacuum cleaner, while their instructor, Fallon, crooned encouragement to them both.
    He’d personally hired Fallon two years ago for her expertise in male anatomy. She boasted a Ph.D. in Human Sexuality, and knew her way around a penis. She’d managed to keep her professional composure when she saw he was Candace’s guinea pig for the class, but that didn’t stop the sly winks and Cheshire Cat smiles, while Candace bent over his cock. Candace experimented with a tongue maneuver Fallon suggested, and Ryan fisted his hands in her hair and mouthed, “You’re fired,” to Fallon, before his eyes crossed and a primal groan escaped his throat.