VOWS OF SIN

Chapter nineteen

THE DIVE BOAT CABIN DURING A STORM PT 1

Maris and Cillian had been working together for three weeks on a dangerous salvage job in the Caribbean.

Maris was a tough, experienced diver with a sharp tongue. Cillian was strong, quiet, and known for staying calm in bad situations. Their small dive boat was far from shore when the sky suddenly turned black. The weather report had warned about a sudden squall, but it arrived faster than expected.

Waves grew bigger and the wind howled. The captain ordered everyone below deck for safety.

Maris climbed down the narrow stairs into the small cabin. Cillian followed right behind her. The boat started rocking hard. They were alone in the tiny cabin because the other crew members were secured in the front compartment. Maris tried to stay calm, but her heart was beating fast, partly from the storm and partly because she was finally alone with Cillian, the man she had been secretly wanting for weeks.

The boat pitched violently from side to side. Rain hammered the deck above them like bullets. Cillian closed the cabin door tightly and locked it. The small space felt even smaller with the storm raging outside.

They sat on the narrow bunk to keep their balance. At first, they talked about the salvage site and joked about the bad weather. But the conversation slowly changed.

Cillian looked at Maris with hungry eyes. Maris felt heat growing between her legs every time the boat threw them closer together. She could see the growing bulge in Cillian’s shorts. Neither of them spoke about it, but the air in the cabin became thick with desire.

A big wave suddenly crashed into the boat, throwing Maris against Cillian’s strong chest. That was the moment everything changed.

Maris pressed her hands against his chest to steady herself. His skin felt warm and firm through his thin shirt. She did not pull away. Cillian wrapped one arm around her waist and held her there as the boat rocked again. Their faces were inches apart. His breath brushed her lips.

Without a word, Maris kissed him hard. Cillian kissed her back, his mouth urgent. Their tongues met and slid together. The taste of salt from the sea air lingered on his lips. Maris climbed onto his lap, straddling him on the narrow bunk. The boat tilted sharply and she ground down against the hard bulge in his shorts, making heat pulse between her legs.

Cillian gripped her ass with both hands and squeezed. His fingers dug into her firm muscles through her shorts. Maris rocked her hips, rubbing her p***y against his covered c**k. The friction sent sparks through her body. She pulled off her tank top and dropped it on the floor, then her sports bra followed and her breasts spilled free, n*****s already hard from the cool cabin air and growing excitement.

Cillian leaned forward and took one n****e into his mouth. He sucked firmly while his tongue flicked across the sensitive tip. Maris moaned and held his head against her chest.

The boat rolled again, pushing her deeper into his mouth. He switched to the other breast and sucked harder. Wet sucking sounds mixed with the roar of the storm outside.

Maris reached between them and rubbed his c**k through his shorts. It felt thick and very hard. She pulled at the waistband.

Cillian lifted his hips so she could yank his shorts and underwear down. His c**k sprang free, heavy and flushed with precum glistened at the tip. Maris wrapped her hand around the shaft and stroked slowly. The skin felt hot and smooth over the hard length.

Cillian groaned against her breast. He pushed her shorts down over her hips. Maris stood up just enough to kick them off along with her panties. She was soaked. Cillian slid two thick fingers between her legs and rubbed her slit. Her juices coated his fingers immediately. He pushed one finger inside her, making her tight walls grip him. He added a second finger and pumped them slowly while his thumb circled her c**t.

The boat pitched violently and they nearly fell off the bunk.

Cillian pulled his fingers out and Maris climbed back onto his lap. She positioned his c**k at her entrance and sank down in one smooth motion. His thick c**k stretched her open. The fullness made her gasp. She sat fully on him, her ass resting on his thighs. Her p***y clenched around his length.

They stayed still for a moment, breathing hard as rain continued pounding on the deck above. The cabin creaked with every wave. Maris started to move. She rolled her hips in slow circles, grinding her c**t against his pelvis.

Pleasure built deep inside her.

Cillian gripped her waist and helped her ride him. Each upward tilt of the boat pushed her down harder onto his c**k.

She rode faster. Wet sounds came from where their bodies joined as her juices ran down his shaft and coated his balls.

Maris leaned forward and kissed him again, biting his lower lip. Cillian thrust up to meet her, driving his c**k deeper. The narrow bunk creaked under them. Sweat covered their skin despite the cool air blowing through the vents.

Cillian flipped them suddenly, he laid Maris on her back on the bunk and pushed her legs wide. He thrust back inside her in one hard stroke.

The new angle made her moan louder. He f****d her with deep, steady strokes. Each thrust pushed her body against the thin mattress, her breasts bounced with the movement. Cillian leaned down and sucked on her n****e again while he kept pounding into her.

The boat rolled hard to one side. They slid across the bunk together. Cillian never pulled out. He kept f*****g her through the motion. Maris wrapped her legs around his waist and held on. Her heels dug into his back. Pleasure tightened in her core. She reached down and rubbed her c**t fast with two fingers.

“I’m close,” she gasped.

Cillian thrust harder. His c**k hit the perfect spot inside her with every stroke. Maris came suddenly. Her p***y clenched around him in strong pulses. She moaned loudly, no longer caring if anyone heard over the storm as her body shook under him.

Cillian kept moving through her orgasm. He f****d her slower now, drawing out every wave. When her body relaxed, he pulled out and flipped her onto her hands and knees. The bunk was barely wide enough. Maris braced herself against the wall. Cillian gripped her hips and thrust back inside her from behind. This new position let him go even deeper.

He pounded into her hard. Skin slapped loudly against skin.

The sound mixed with the rain and wind. Maris pushed back to meet every thrust. Her breasts swayed beneath her. Cillian reached around and rubbed her c**t again and another orgasm built quickly. She came a second time, her walls fluttering around his thick c**k.

Cillian groaned and f****d her faster. His balls slapped against her with every stroke. Sweat dripped from his chest onto her back. The boat rocked violently again, throwing them off rhythm for a moment. He held her tighter and kept going.

“Fill me,” Maris said, voice rough.

Cillian thrust deep and held there. His c**k pulsed as he came the liquid his of c*m shot inside her. He kept moving slowly, pumping every drop into her p***y. Warm c*m mixed with her juices and leaked out around his c**k. They stayed locked together, breathing hard as the storm continued outside.

After a minute, Cillian pulled out slowly. A thick trail of c*m ran down Maris’s thigh. She turned and sat on the edge of the bunk. Her legs felt shaky. Cillian sat beside her and pulled her close. Their bodies stayed slick with sweat.

The boat continued to rock but the worst of the waves seemed to pass. They stayed naked, skin pressed together. Maris ran her hand down his chest and felt his heartbeat. Cillian kissed the top of her head. Neither spoke for a long time.

Later, Maris reached for his c**k again. It twitched in her hand and started to harden. She stroked him slowly, spreading their mixed fluids along the shaft. Cillian grew fully hard once more. She climbed back onto his lap facing him and sank down onto his c**k again. This time they moved slower, matching the gentler rocking of the boat.

Her breasts pressed against his chest. She rolled her hips in steady waves, grinding her c**t against him. Cillian held her ass and helped her move. They kissed deeply, tongues sliding together. The cabin smelled of s*x and salt. Their bodies stayed joined as they f****d quietly through the dying storm.

Maris came again with a soft moan, her face buried in his neck. Cillian followed soon after, filling her with a second load of c*m. They stayed connected, breathing together until the boat finally steadied.

When the captain called everyone back on deck later, Maris and Cillian dressed quickly. Their skin still carried the scent of what happened in the cabin. Maris gave Cillian one last hungry look before they climbed the stairs. The job was not finished, and neither was the tension between them.