“MIKEY!!!! GET JUSTIN AND MOLLY BELOW DECK!” The man nodded at his mothers request as he all but manhandled my sister and I across the deck. The storm had caused the wood to become slippery as I found when I slid sideways as the boat tipped. Luckily Molly grabbed my arm and Michael in turn grabbed hers before we finally made it to the door leading down, “Stay in there Cap’n ‘til we’re safe ‘kay?” I look up at him from under the hair which now stuck to my forehead, “Whatever”, I grumble before stalking away to my quarters, my sister being escorted to hers. I made a show of slamming the door before dropping onto my bed, huffing slightly as I stared at the water hitting off the window of my room. A knock came at the door, “What!?” I snapped, rolling over so my back was to the door as it opened, tangling strands of sopping blonde hair round my fingers as I waited for the visitor to speak. Instead, I heard the door close and lock. Out of sheer curiosity, I found myself rolling over to face an equally as wet Brian, “I was told to come here…” he whispers, watching me with dark eyes as I feel a lump forming in my throat as I allow my eyes to glance over the wet clothes now seemingly moulded to his body. My heart was speeding as I sat up, licking my lips as he stepped forward speedily, bending down and capturing my lips. ~~~~~~~~ Water lashed off the deck as Michael ran across it, grabbing a rope to steady the dingy, “MICHAEL GRAB THE WHEEL!!” He glanced sideways, nodding as he slipped and slid across the deck, brushing wet hair out his eyes as he tried to brace himself against the wind as he tried to drag himself up the steps before managing to grab a hold of the wheel, spinning it towards him to get them out the storm. ~~~~~~~~ A hand ran across my chest, untying the ties at the neck of my wet shirt before it was pushed off my shoulders; his tanned hands tracing my pale shoulders before he leant down kissing and sucking them. One of my hands tangled themselves in the damp auburn hair atop his head, a moan escaping my lips as I moved to remove his shirt. It’s not long before we’re both topless and he’s pushing me backwards. My back hit’s the soft sheets, his lips working wonders on my neck, shoulders and eventually my chest. I moan softly as he takes one of my nipples into his mouth, rolling his tongue over it before sucking gently; this move alone causing my back to arch off the bed. ~~~~~~~~ Debbie hauled her skirts up over her ankles as she ran across the deck, ducking the boon swinging round (which hit an unsuspecting crew member) before she pulled Emmett to his feet. He’d been knocked over by a crate which had fallen and every time he’d tried to get up, he’d only fallen back over. A gust of wind caught Debbie, a loud shriek escaping her lips before she’d fallen on her behind and, as the boat tipped, proceeded to slide towards the beam in the centre of the deck, which, she’d grabbed on to. Some very smart members of the crew had tied rope round their waist, making sure to secure the end to the railing so one of the men had run forward and grabbed Debbie, tying a piece of rope round her middle which was secured to the railing between his brother and himself. ~~~~~~~~ I watch the head bobbing on my now naked lap, my hips thrusting forward towards his mouth as his tongue licks the length of my shaft, “Shit…” comes my hoarse moan as I whimper, his hands on my hips to hold me against the bed, fingers digging into me. I know I’ll probably have bruises tomorrow but I don’t care. The familiar tingling at the base of my spine alerts me to how close I am as his head bobs faster, my fingers of one hand tangling in his hair while my other fists the sheets. A faint film of sweat is visible on my chest as I take a shuddering breath before I let go completely, the name of the man who’s working his magic on me passing my lips as I feel myself shoot into his mouth. He swallows every last drop, much to my surprise and he crawls up me, pressing his lips to mine so I can taste myself on his tongue. ~~~~~~~~ Ted glared at the ceiling of his room, watching as the coins he was stacking neatly slid along the length of the table before falling on the floor with a series of clinks. Sighing, he bent over to pick them up, about to place them on the table when the other pile he had toppled off the other end of the desk; a move which caused Ted to curse loudly and kick the desk. Only for the rest of the coins to fall on the floor. ~~~~~~~~ I’m moving with him, his body curved over mine as I fist the sheets, pushing back with every forward thrust of his. His naked body, slick with sweat, slips against my equally as naked and sweaty back. He laughs gently as I feel his tongue on my neck, tasting me as he moves deeper. The fingers of our right hands entwine as an animalistic grunt rumbles from his chest, passing his lips as he breathes in my ear. His left hands fingers entwine in my hair, yanking my head back as his lips devour mine hungrily, his thrusts speeding up. I have to bite back a loud pleasured scream as he jabs my prostate over and over, pants coming from me as I start to babble all sorts of gobbledygook, I seem to have lost the power of coherent speech thanks to him. “Jus…” comes the voice in my ear, a hand wrapping itself round my straining member, fisting it in time to his movements. I groan, loudly and uncaring of who might hear. Not that they probably would over the sound of the rain smashing against the windows. “Guh…” comes my hiss, my hot seed shooting onto his hand as I contract round the cock which is embedded in my ass, causing him to spill himself into me, both of us falling on the bed panting. ~~~~~~~~ The storm was finally subsiding, the rain easing off as Debbie pushed red hair out her eyes, a frown on her lips as she took in the damage. The crew who were sprawled on the deck resembled a group of drowned rodents, hair covering faces, clothing stuck to their bodies, “What a mess…” she stated, voice loud as she stepped over someone, shaking her head in disdain. “Someone get the Captain please!” her voice boomed as she wrung out her skirts, vaguely registering the fact that one of the older crewmembers had run towards the door leading to the Captain’s quarters. She shook her head again before following the man down the steps, her heels clicking on the wood as she halted behind the crewman who had, in turn, stopped at the door, looking nervous as he raised a hand to knock. But Debbie being who she is, casually breezed into the room as if she owned the place, “Right Sunshine storms over and…whoa!” she yelped, taking in her Captain and the First mates nudity as she blinked furiously for a moment before a wide smile appeared on her lips, “Storms over, Francis OUT!” she ordered, leaving the two men who were pleasantly pink on the cheeks alone.