Chapter 171 Powder room Max

Chapter 171 Powder room Max
Veronica's POV:

I smirked at Theo's flustered expression, the powder room's dim lighting casting shadows across his sharp, very handsome face as the yacht swayed gently beneath us.

His words hung in the air... "You just said you don't do things like that in public..." but the way his cock strained against his pants told a different story.

I stepped closer, my fingers trailing down his chest.

"I know what I said," I murmured, pressing my body against his. "And I stand by it. But drawing conclusions? That's just another conspiracy theory, isn't it?" I tilted my head, watching his resolve crack.

"You know what? You're too cute when you get all paranoid like that. It makes me want to really fool around with you."

His eyes widened as I dropped to my knees on the plush rug, my hands already working at his belt. "Veronica, no... this is public property. We can't have sex here."

His voice was strained, half-warning, half-plea, but his hips twitched forward when I tugged his zipper down. I ignored him, yanking his pants and briefs to his thighs in one swift motion.

His cock sprang free, thick and flushed, the head already glistening with pre-cum.

"Veronica..." he started again, but the words died in his throat as I wrapped my fingers around the base. I leaned in, dragging my tongue along the underside in one slow, wet stripe from root to tip.

Theo's breath hitched, his hands gripping the edge of the marble sink behind him.

I kissed the crown softly, lips brushing the slit, tasting the salt of him.

"I love this," I whispered against his skin, my breath hot. "Your length is always so... less naughty than Max's. It makes me work harder to get you off. And I love that about it."

I licked around the head again, circling the ridge with the flat of my tongue before sucking the tip between my lips.

Theo groaned, his thighs trembling as I took more of him into my mouth, inch by inch, until my nose brushed the neat patch of hair at his base.

I pulled back slowly, strings of saliva connecting my lips to his cock, then dove in again, hollowing my cheeks.

My hand stroked what my mouth couldn't reach, twisting on the upstroke while my tongue pressed against the sensitive vein underneath.

Theo's protests faded into ragged breaths, his fingers threading into my hair... not pushing me away, but holding on like he needed the anchor.

"Fuck, Veronica... someone could hear," he rasped, but his hips rolled forward, feeding me more of his length.

I hummed around him, the vibration making his cock twitch against my tongue. I bobbed faster, saliva dripping down my chin onto the floor, the wet sounds of my mouth filling the small space.

His balls tightened in my palm as I cupped them, rolling gently while I sucked harder, determined to pull every drop from him.

I pulled off just long enough to lick a stripe up the side, then swallowed him again, deeper this time, my throat relaxing around the head.

Theo cursed under his breath, his grip tightening in my hair. I gagged once, eyes watering, but didn't stop... working him with sloppy, eager strokes until his legs shook.

Pre-cum flooded my tongue, and I swallowed greedily, savoring the way he pulsed.

"I'm close," he warned, voice breaking.

I doubled down, sucking with wet, obscene noises, my hand pumping the base in time with my mouth.

Theo's hips stuttered, and then he came with a muffled groan, hot cum shooting down my throat in thick pulses.

I swallowed every drop, licking him clean as he softened, my tongue gentle now.

I tucked him back into his pants with a satisfied smile, standing to kiss his flushed cheek.

"See? No one heard a thing."

Theo stared at me, dazed and guilty, but the yacht's steady hum continued unchanged.

I straightened my dress, already plotting what else we could get away with before the night ended.

I stepped out of the powder room with Theo, my lips still tingling from the taste of him, when Max's tall frame blocked our path on the narrow yacht corridor. His arms were crossed, a wicked grin splitting his face as his dark eyes flicked between us.

"I heard that," he said, low and teasing.

Theo's face flushed crimson. "It's not what it looks like," he stammered, then bolted past Max toward the upper deck, leaving me alone with his brother.

Max didn't waste a second.

He grabbed my wrist and shoved me back into the powder room, the door clicking shut behind us.

The space felt even smaller with Max's wicked presence filling it.

"How about I please you now?" he asked, already reaching for the hem of my dress.

"Max, no," I started, but his fingers were already sliding between my thighs, pushing my panties aside.

He found my clit instantly, circling it with firm, practiced strokes that made my knees buckle.

"You have a very beautiful cunt," he murmured against my ear, two fingers sliding through my wetness. "Soaked already. Did sucking Theo get you this worked up?"

I gasped as he pressed harder, my hips rocking into his hand. Then I froze. Footsteps echoed outside the door.

"Someone's coming," I whispered, panic rising. "They might catch us. Did you lock the door?"

Max's grin widened. "No, I didn't lock the door."

"Max..."

"Then let them see how beautiful you are." He gripped my thighs and spread them wider, angling my body so my exposed pussy faced the door.

The footsteps grew louder, someone trying the handle. It rattled but held.

"Max, are you mad?" I hissed, and I was breaking between fear and arousal.

The handle jiggled again, then the footsteps retreated. I sagged against the sink, breathing hard.

"Max, you killed me," I whispered. "They could have seen me."

"It's part of the thrill, babe. Knowing you could get caught anytime makes the sex sweeter."

He spun me around and bent me over the marble counter, yanking my dress up to my waist.

His palm cracked against my ass, the sting blooming hot across my skin.

He spanked me again, harder, watching my flesh jiggle with each strike.

I moaned into my arm as he freed his cock and thrust into me in one smooth motion, filling me deep.

He fucked me hard, the counter digging into my hips, his hand fisting my hair to pull my head back.

Each slap of his palm against my ass fastened his thrusts with the wet sounds of our bodies echoing in the small space.

He drove into me relentlessly, angling to hit that perfect spot inside until my legs shook.

I came with a muffled cry, clenching around him, and he followed moments later, flooding me with hot pulses.

When he finally pulled out, I straightened on trembling legs, smoothing my dress.

My reflection in the mirror showed flushed cheeks and wild hair.

This is the first and best yacht sex I have ever had.