R 18, part one.

Mya flicked the kettle on and gathered together mugs and spoons. Ed leaned on the door and watched her. She has a very nice way of swinging her arse as she moved. And now and then when she bent over he could see her back as her top rose up. He looked around the galley kitchen. It was quite small; well it was a yacht after all. The two of them pretty much filled it.
‘So what can I do to help?’ Ed asked.
‘I don’t actually need any help, I can make coffee all on my own.’ She gave him a smile and looked up at him from under her long lashes.
‘But you said there was something you wanted me to do?’
‘There is. But it has nothing to do with making coffee.’ And she winked at him.
Ed came right up behind her and grabbed her arse.
‘You really shouldn’t have said that.’ He whispered into her hair.
Suddenly Mya found herself facing him. He’d spun her around and now he bent and kissed her as hard as he could. All the time backing her towards the counter. Mya made an attempt to push him away, but it was half-hearted. He was responding rather quicker than she had been expecting, but never mind.
Her arse hit the counter and Ed pressed against her. If she was going to tease then she needed to know what effect it was having.
‘Lock the door.’ Mya shoved him away. Ed turned and slid the bolt. When he turned back he gasped. Mya has shed her robe and was standing naked in the middle of the little kitchen. Ed growled and let his own robe drop to the floor. Mya ran her eyes down. Not bad at all. Oh yes, he’d do very nicely. She beckoned him to her. Slowly he moved towards her.
When he was close enough she dropped to her knees. It was her turn to grab his arse, she dug her nails in as she did. Ed gave a cry of pain and took hold of her hair. He pulled her head towards him. Mya dug her nails in again. Fuck! He gripped her hair harder.
Mya released one hand from his backside and took hold of his cock. She squeezed hard. Ed pulled her head closer. Mya closed her mouth around him and sucked. At the same time she ran her nails over his butt. Ed yelped again, why was that so fucking hot? And the way she was sucking him, God she was going to have it clean off! But damn it felt so good.
‘I’m gonna come right in your mouth unless you stop.’ Ed grunted.
‘And we can’t have that. There’s only one place you’re going to come.’ She pulled herself free of his grip and stood. She turned on him and went over to the counter. She jumped up and sat on it. Ed watched as she leaned back and opened her legs. Then she looked him right in the eye. It took about five seconds for him to be across the room and inside her. He grabbed her hips and thrust as hard as he could, sending her sliding backwards. She had to cling to him to stop from slamming into the wall.
‘Is this what you wanted?’ he growled.
‘Yes!’ she was having trouble breathing, let alone speaking. He was giving her no mercy.
‘You’re gonna be so sore in the morning baby, you’ll know I was here.’ And he thrust even harder. He was nearly lifting up off the counter.
Mya had reached the point where she didn’t care. She was coming, and then some.

‘Well as the coffee seems to be missing in action let’s open this bar.’ Simone went to the cabinet Charlie has indicated.
‘Should we wait for Rob and Claire?’ Amy asked.
‘I don’t think they’ll be joining us.’ Simone gave her a knowing look.
‘Oh!’ Amy giggled.
‘So what have we got in here?’ Simone started looking through the bottles. They weren’t kidding about the well stocked bit. They had everything.
Her eyes lit up when she saw the whisky. She tossed the bottle to Jo but Jackson caught it.
‘My favourite brand to.’ He grinned. Jo went to take the bottle but he held it up.
‘Jax! No fair!’ she reached out again.
‘Kiss me and you can have it darlin’.’ He smirked.
‘Oh like that is it?’ She raised an eyebrow. Quick as a flash she knocked him back onto the sofa. She climbed up and sat on his chest. Then she kissed him. Her tongue moved expertly around the inside of his mouth, her teeth nipping at his lips. Well he’d asked for it.
Jackson let the bottle slid out of his hand. Once his hands were free they got busy with undoing her robe. But Jo grabbed his wrists.
‘Oh no you don’t.’ She sat up and looked down at him. ‘In private.’
The others were trying not to laugh. Poor Jackson wasn’t having it all his own way for once. Jo climbed off of him and re tied her robe firmly around herself. Then she turned in the direction of the bedrooms. It took Jackson no time for jump up and follow. Jo turned and smiled. She grabbed the belt of his robe and pulled him along.
She stopped outside the first bedroom door they came to. Turning to him she cocked her head to one side.
‘Are you going to be a good boy and do as you’re told?’ She wondered out loud.
‘Just tell me what to do darlin’.’ He moved to kiss her. But Jo put her finger to his lips. She turned and opened the door.