VOWS OF SIN

Chapter twenty

THE DIVE BOAT CABIN DURING A STORM PT 2

The following Wednesday they were out in the ocean again when another massive rain storm started. The captain instructed everyone to take shade as this could as well be their final day on earth given how big the storm was.

Maris was locked with Cillian again and she was more than ready to die with him inside her satisfying her.

She didn’t waste time when she quickly reached for his belt to help him undress while he kissed her shoulders and collarbone. He pulled at her wet suit and ripped it apart.

They kissed with urgency and she laid down on the bed while he climbed on top of her and started to move inside her.

“Faster,” she called and he listened increasing his speed as he moved inside her.

A massive wave hit the boat at the same moment Maris reached her peak. She screamed into Cillian’s shoulder as a powerful orgasm ripped through her body. Her legs shook uncontrollably and her p***y clenched tightly around his thick c**k. Strong pulses ran through her core again and again. Fresh wetness flooded out around him, soaking his balls and the already damp bunk sheet.

Cillian groaned loudly and came right after her. His c**k pulsed deep inside her as thick spurts of c*m shot into her p***y. The heat of it filled her completely. Thunder crashed overhead at the exact same moment, shaking the entire cabin. They stayed locked together as the boat continued rocking hard from side to side.

Maris kept her face pressed against his sweaty shoulder. Her breath came in short, rough gasps. Every squeeze of her inner walls pulled more c*m from him. Cillian held her hips firmly, grinding up into her slowly as his orgasm stretched out. The boat rolled again and pushed his c**k even deeper for a second. Maris moaned against his skin. Her c**t throbbed against his pelvis with every small movement.

The narrow bunk felt slippery beneath them. Sweat covered both their bodies. The ripped pieces of Maris’s wetsuit stuck to her skin.

Cillian’s heart pounded hard against her breasts. He stayed buried inside her, his c**k twitching with the last drops of c*m. The cabin smelled strongly of s*x, salt water, and wet wood. Rain continued to hammer the deck above them, but the thunder grew slightly farther away.

Cillian kissed her neck gently. His lips felt warm and soft after the rough f*****g.

“I knew the last time was not going to be our last time,” he whispered against her ear.

His voice sounded low and rough.

Maris smiled.

The boat pitched forward again, but the motion felt gentler now. Maris tightened her legs around Cillian’s waist and held him close. His c*m leaked slowly out around his c**k and ran down between her ass cheeks. The warm, slippery feeling made her shiver. She rocked her hips in small circles, enjoying the way he still filled her even while softening. Cillian groaned quietly and kissed her neck again.

They stayed joined like that for several long minutes. The storm slowly began to calm down. The violent rocking turned into steady swells. Rain softened to a heavy drizzle on the deck. Maris ran her hands down Cillian’s back, feeling the scratch marks she had left earlier. His muscles stayed tense under her fingers.

Cillian lifted his head and looked at her. His eyes looked dark in the dim cabin light.

He kissed her mouth slowly this time, tongues sliding together without urgency. Maris tasted salt on his lips. She clenched her p***y around him again on purpose, making him twitch inside her. A small smile crossed his face.

The boat rolled gently to one side. They slid a few inches across the bunk but stayed connected. Cillian reached down and rubbed her c**t with slow fingers. Maris breathed in sharply. Her body felt sensitive after the strong orgasm, but the touch still sent sparks through her. She moved her hips against his hand while his c**k stayed half-hard inside her.

More c*m leaked out with the movement. The wet sounds were quieter now that the storm had eased. Maris felt full and satisfied. Her thighs ached from gripping him so tightly, but she did not want to move yet.

Cillian continued kissing her neck and shoulder, light gentle kisses that made her skin tingle.

“This job just got a lot more interesting,” Maris said softly, her voice still breathless.

Cillian nodded and thrust into her once more, slow and deep. They both groaned at the feeling. His c*m made everything slick and easy.

They stayed locked together as the boat continued rocking. The thunder moved farther into the distance. Lightning flashes grew less frequent through the small cabin window. Cillian finally pulled out carefully. A thick stream of his c*m poured from Maris’s p***y and onto the bunk. She reached down and touched herself, spreading the warm fluid over her swollen lips and c**t. The sight made Cillian’s c**k twitch again.

Maris smiled at him and pulled him down for another kiss. Their bodies pressed together, skin hot and sticky. She wrapped her hand around his softening c**k and stroked it gently, spreading their mixed juices along the shaft. Cillian breathed heavier against her mouth.

The storm continued to calm. Waves still lifted the boat but without the earlier violence. Maris rolled onto her side facing him. Cillian pulled her close, one arm under her head. His other hand rested on her ass, fingers tracing the curve. They lay quietly for a while, listening to the rain and the creak of the boat.

Maris felt his c*m still leaking from her. She pressed her thighs together, enjoying the messy feeling. Her body stayed warm and relaxed.

Cillian kissed her forehead, then her lips again. “We should get back on deck soon,” he said, but he made no move to stand up.

Maris nodded but stayed in his arms. She traced a finger over his chest and down his stomach. His muscles tightened under her touch. She reached lower and felt his c**k starting to thicken again in her hand. The storm had pushed them together, and she already wanted more.

Cillian rolled her onto her back once more. He kissed down her body, taking time on her breasts. He sucked one n****e into his mouth while his hand squeezed the other. Maris sighed and ran her fingers through his hair. The boat rocked gently, adding rhythm to his movements.

He moved lower and settled between her legs. His tongue licked slowly along her slit, tasting their combined c*m. Maris shivered and opened her legs wider. The wet heat of his mouth felt good on her sensitive p***y. He licked and sucked gently, cleaning her while building new pleasure.

Maris moaned softly.

The cabin felt quieter now. Only the sound of rain and their breathing filled the space.

Cillian pushed his tongue inside her, then moved back to her c**t. He sucked lightly while two fingers slid into her c*m-filled p***y. He curled them slowly, stroking her inner walls.

Pleasure built again in steady waves. Maris gripped the edge of the bunk and rocked against his face. Cillian kept the pace gentle but steady. Her third orgasm of the night came slow and deep. She trembled under him as her p***y clenched around his fingers. Fresh wetness mixed with his earlier c*m.

Cillian licked her through it, then kissed his way back up her body. He settled beside her again and pulled her against his chest. They stayed like that as the storm finally eased into light rain. The boat moved more steadily through the water.

Maris smiled against his skin. She knew the salvage job would never be the same. Every dive, every shift on deck, every quiet moment below would carry this new tension. The danger of the work now mixed with the danger of getting caught. It made her excited for the weeks ahead.

Cillian stroked her hair and whispered again that this was only the beginning. Maris kissed his chest in answer. Their bodies stayed warm and pressed together. c*m dried on her thighs. Sweat cooled on their skin. The small cabin held the strong smell of what they had done.

When the captain finally called everyone back on deck, they dressed slowly. Maris found a spare wetsuit and pulled it on. Cillian watched her zip it up. They shared one last long look before unlocking the cabin door.

The job continued, but everything between them had changed. The storm had brought them together, and neither wanted it to end.

THE TOUR BUS BUNK AT 4AM PT 1

Zarael stepped onto the moving tour bus just after 4 AM. The concert energy still buzzed through her body. The crowd had screamed for encores, and her skin still felt hot from the stage lights. Most of the band and crew were already asleep in their bunks. The bus rolled steadily down a dark highway. Soft engine hum mixed with quiet snores from behind closed curtains.

Zarael’s heart raced as she walked past the sleeping bodies. Her short skirt brushed against her thighs. She stopped at Koa’s bunk. The tall, muscular drummer had been stealing glances at her all tour. The thin curtain hung half-open. She heard his slow, steady breathing. Without thinking twice, she slipped inside and pulled the curtain closed behind her. The small space felt warm and tight. Highway lights flashed through the narrow window in steady pulses.

Koa woke up when he felt her weight on the mattress. His eyes widened in surprise, but a hungry smile quickly spread across his face.

Zarael did not say a word. She climbed over him and straddled his face. Her short skirt rode up around her hips. She wore no panties underneath. Her p***y was already wet and aching.

Koa gripped her thighs hard. His strong fingers dug into her skin. He pulled her down firmly onto his mouth. His tongue licked her with long, hungry strokes from her entrance up to her c**t. Zarael grabbed the edge of the bunk to steady herself. The bus swayed gently as it sped down the highway. Every small movement pressed her harder against his face.

Koa licked her slowly at first, tasting her juices. He groaned softly into her p***y. The vibration traveled straight to her c**t.

Zarael bit her lip hard to stay quiet. The risk of waking the others made her even wetter. Koa’s tongue worked her c**t in tight circles. He sucked gently on the sensitive nub, then licked broad strokes along her slit. Her juices coated his lips and chin.

The bus hit a bump.

Zarael’s hips jerked down against his mouth. Koa gripped her ass with both hands and moved her exactly how he wanted. He pulled her back and forth, sliding her soaked p***y over his tongue. Wet sounds rose from between her legs. Zarael breathed fast through her nose. Her legs started shaking as pleasure built fast and strong inside her.

Koa pushed his tongue inside her entrance. The warm, wet muscle f****d her in short strokes. Zarael rocked her hips, grinding down on his face.

Highway lights flashed across her body through the window. She could see the outline of his muscular arms holding her in place. Her thighs pressed against his ears. Sweat already formed on her skin.

He moved back to her c**t and sucked harder. His lips sealed around the swollen bud while his tongue flicked quickly.

Zarael’s whole body tensed. Pleasure tightened deep in her belly.

She grabbed the bunk wall with one hand and held on as the bus swayed around a curve.

Koa groaned again, clearly enjoying how soaked she was. The sound sent fresh sparks through her.

Zarael’s legs shook harder. She pressed down more firmly on his face. Koa sucked and licked without mercy. His fingers dug deeper into her ass cheeks, spreading them slightly. One finger brushed over her tight back hole. The extra touch made her moan softly before she caught herself. She bit her lip harder until she tasted blood.

The bus hit another bump.

The sudden jolt pushed her c**t firmly against his tongue. Zarael came hard. Her p***y clenched in strong waves. Fresh juices flooded Koa’s mouth. Her thighs trembled around his head as the orgasm rolled through her. She stayed quiet except for sharp breaths. Koa kept licking her through every pulse, drinking her wetness.

When the waves eased, Zarael lifted her hips slightly.

Koa’s face glistened with her juices in the flashing lights. He smiled up at her and licked his lips. Zarael slid down his body and pulled at his shorts. His thick c**k sprang free, already hard and leaking precum. She wrapped her hand around the hot shaft and stroked it slowly. The skin felt smooth and tight over the hard length.

Koa pulled her down for a deep kiss. She tasted herself on his tongue. The bus continued speeding down the highway. The motion rocked them together. Zarael positioned herself over his c**k and sank down slowly. His thickness stretched her open. She took him all the way inside until her ass rested on his thighs. The fullness made her sigh against his mouth.

She started riding him with slow rolls of her hips. The bunk creaked quietly under them. Zarael kept her movements controlled so the curtain would not shake too much.

Koa gripped her hips and thrust up to meet her. Each upward push drove his c**k deep. Wet sounds came from where their bodies joined. Her juices coated his shaft and dripped down his balls.

Zarael leaned forward. Her breasts pressed against his chest through her thin top. Koa reached under the fabric and squeezed them. His rough thumbs rubbed her hard n*****s. Pleasure sparked from her chest straight to her c**t. The bus swayed again. The motion helped her grind her c**t against his pelvis on every downward stroke.

They f****d like that for several minutes.

Zarael moved faster when the road stayed smooth. Koa thrust harder on the bumps. Another orgasm built inside her. She buried her face in Koa’s neck to muffle her moans. Her p***y clenched around his thick c**k.

Koa flipped them carefully in the tight space. He laid Zarael on her back and pushed her legs wide. One leg rested against the bunk wall. He thrust back inside her in one smooth stroke. The new angle felt deeper. Zarael gripped his shoulders as he f****d her steadily. His heavy balls slapped against her ass with each thrust.

The bus hit a series of small bumps. Every jolt pushed him deeper. Zarael’s breasts bounced under her top. Koa pulled the fabric up and sucked one n****e into his mouth. His teeth grazed the sensitive tip.

Zarael’s legs shook again. She came a second time, her walls pulsing hard around his c**k. Warm wetness flooded out between them.

Koa kept f*****g her through it. His thrusts stayed deep and steady. Sweat covered both their bodies now. The small bunk felt hot and humid. Highway lights continued flashing through the window, lighting up their joined bodies in quick bursts. Koa groaned quietly against her breast. His c**k throbbed inside her.

Zarael reached down and rubbed her c**t while he f****d her. The extra stimulation pushed her toward another peak. Koa thrust faster making the bunk creaked louder.

They both froze for a second when someone coughed in a nearby bunk, but the person stayed asleep.

Koa sat up on his knees and pulled her hips onto his thighs. From this position he could watch his c**k slide in and out of her p***y. Zarael looked down too. The sight of his thick shaft stretching her open sent fresh heat through her. Koa rubbed her c**t with his thumb in fast circles while he drove into her.

Zarael came again. Her body arched and shook. She pressed her face into the pillow to stay quiet. Strong contractions squeezed Koa’s c**k. He groaned and thrust deep, holding himself there as he came.

Thick pulses of c*m shot inside her. The heat filled her p***y, and he kept moving slowly, pumping every drop into her.

They stayed locked together, breathing hard. c*m leaked out around his c**k and onto the sheet. The bus continued down the dark highway. Zarael felt full and satisfied. Her legs felt weak.

Koa leaned down and kissed her slowly. Their bodies stayed pressed together in the narrow bunk.

After a few minutes, Zarael climbed off him carefully.

Cum ran down her thighs. She used his discarded shirt to wipe between her legs. Koa watched her with dark eyes. His c**k still looked semi-hard. Zarael smiled and leaned down to lick him clean. She tasted their mixed juices on his shaft. Koa groaned softly and ran his fingers through her hair.

The bus swayed gently around a long curve. Zarael took him into her mouth again, sucking slowly. Koa grew hard once more. She straddled him facing away this time and sank back down onto his c**k. They f****d slowly and quietly, matching the rhythm of the road.

Her hands pressed against the bunk wall for balance. Koa gripped her ass and helped her move.

Another orgasm built between them. Zarael rubbed her c**t while she rode him. She came with a soft shudder. Koa followed right after, filling her with a second load of c*m. They stayed connected until their breathing slowed.

The bus rolled on toward the next city. Zarael slipped out of the bunk quietly before the others woke up. Her body still tingled. Koa’s c*m leaked down her leg as she walked back to her own bunk. She knew the tour had just become much more exciting.