You open the door

“Just a second,” you say.
In the hanging rail you see your small black dress. You were planning on putting it on tonight, so what the hell you think as you slip into it. You roll your wet hair in the towel and go to the door. You open it.

Dylan is waiting for you on the other side. He seems even paler than before but at least the terrible sunscreen smell is gone.

“You look ravishing,” he says.

Although the comment feels really good you pretend to ignore it.

“Room service?” you ask, “I don’t see any trays or trolleys”

“Well it’s not exactly that kind of room service,” he answers smiling, “Can I come in, I’ll show you?”

This man is absolutely delicious, you think. Having him here in flesh and blood after that little moment there in the tub is the best way to start this cruise.

“Of course you can come in,” you answer letting him in the room.

“I saw your friends at the party and I assumed that since you weren’t there I’d find you here. I’m glad you are.”

He smiles. You close the door behind him.

“If you give me a minute, I’ll finish drying up my hair and you can show me whatever it is you wanted to show me,” you say walking to the bathroom.

“Tsst, tsst,” He says in your hear, his hand on your arm “No need to do that, I usually like it better when it’s all wet”

You’re startled. One moment he was by the door and now he is just behind you. How did he cover so much ground in such a short time?

You turn around; his free hand grabs the back of your neck closing the gap between your two mouths. His kiss is deep but he is so cold. His lips are cold, his hands are cold, his saliva is cold. It is strange but his expert tongue soon makes you forget all your questions. His hand unwraps your hair from the towel letting it fall on your shoulders. His fingers go down the open back of your dress until the limit of the skin and the fabric.

He stops, his hand brushing against your skin, as if he was waiting for your permission to go further. Impatient and wet as hell, you arch your back.

His fingers slip between the dress and the skin reaching for your ass, reaching between your legs reaching for your dripping juice box. The tip of his finger petting the Netherlands between your ass and you pussy, you arch even more to **** him in. His finger starts exploring your cavity.

Gasping for air you break the kiss and let out a small cry as you come all over his hand. His mouth falls on your neck and starts sucking avidly. A piercing pain engulfs your skull almost immediately replaced by a feeling of absolute bliss. Ravaged both in your intimacy and your neck, you start feeling your legs crumbling below you.

He lets go of your neck, takes you in his arms and carries you towards one of the bedrooms. A strange warmth starts pouring from where he had his mouth. Through your blurred vision you see his lips covered in a red liquid. You touch it. It is sticky and warm.

He lays you on the bed. You feel like you are falling. He spreads your legs and, without further preliminaries, he forcefully penetrates you. You’re nothing more than a rag doll in his arms, bouncing up and down as his cock rams the back of your meat socket.

The pleasure is intense but so far away. His mouth soon finds the way back to your neck and he resumes the sucking. You drift away as a powerful orgasm blurs the world around you.