Chapter 7: Shanaya Arrives at the Stateroom
The knock, when it came, was hesitant. Three soft taps on the stateroom door that were almost swallowed by the sigh of the ocean against the hull. Divakar, sitting on the edge of the bed in just his trousers, felt his stomach lurch. Tanya, who had been pacing like a caged tigress, froze. A slow, wicked smile spread across her face. She touched her lips, then the sheer belt of her lace robe.
“That’ll be my surprise,” she whispered, her eyes gleaming.
She went to the door. Divakar watched, his mouth dry, as she paused, smoothed the robe over her hips—it did nothing to conceal the dark shadow of her pubic mound or the perfect, pink points of her nipples—and turned the handle.
Shanaya stood in the corridor, backlit by the golden hallway lights. She wore a simple linen dress, a small suitcase at her feet, her expression one of beautiful confusion. Her eyes, taking in Tanya’s near-nudity, widened in shock.
“I think you have the wrong—” Shanaya began, her voice tight.
Tanya reached out, her fingers curling around Shanaya’s wrist. “No mistake, gorgeous. Come in.”
She pulled, and Shanaya, off-balance, stumbled into the room. The door clicked shut behind her. Shanaya’s gaze flew past Tanya, landing on Divakar. Her confusion twisted into something raw, a wound. “Divakar? What is this?”
Tanya didn’t let go. She stepped into Shanaya’s space, her free hand coming up to cradle the model’s jaw. “He told me all about you,” Tanya murmured, her voice honey and heat. “About Bali. About how you scream.”
Before Shanaya could process the betrayal, Tanya kissed her.
It wasn’t gentle. It was a claiming. Tanya’s mouth slanted over Shanaya’s, her tongue plunging deep. Shanaya made a muffled sound of protest, her hands coming up to push at Tanya’s shoulders. Then she hesitated. Divakar saw the exact moment curiosity overrode anger. Shanaya’s body softened. Her lips parted. A faint, answering moan vibrated between them.
Tanya broke the kiss, breathing hard. She looked at Divakar over Shanaya’s shoulder, her expression triumphant. “She tastes even better than you said.”
She turned Shanaya toward the bed. Shanaya’s eyes were dazed, her lips swollen. She looked at Divakar, a silent question swimming in their depths. He stood, his cock already straining against his fly. He saw no exit, only the precipice. He stepped toward it.
“It’s okay,” he said, his voice rough. “We’re all here.”
Tanya, with efficient grace, began undressing Shanaya. She unbuttoned the linen dress, pushed it from her shoulders. Shanaya stood motionless, allowing it, her chest rising and falling rapidly. The dress pooled at her feet. She wore simple white cotton underwear. Tanya hooked her thumbs in the waistband and drew them down, revealing the neat strip of dark hair, the long, toned legs.
“Fuck, you’re perfect,” Tanya breathed, her hands running up Shanaya’s thighs, over the sharp hips, to cup her small, firm breasts. She pinched the nipples, and Shanaya gasped, her head falling back.
Tanya guided her to the edge of the bed, where Divakar now sat, his trousers shoved down to his ankles, his cock jutting out, thick and flushed. Tanya put a hand on the back of Shanaya’s head, applying gentle pressure. “You know what to do with that, don’t you?”
Shanaya looked at the rigid length, then up at Divakar. A flicker of the old defiance sparked in her eyes, mixed with a thrilling submissiveness. She sank to her knees on the plush carpet. Her slender fingers wrapped around the base of his shaft, her touch familiar and electric. She leaned forward, her breath warm on the head, and swiped her tongue across the slit.
Divakar groaned, his hands fisting in the sheets.
She took him into her mouth, slowly, her lips stretching into a tight O. She swirled her tongue around the crown, then began to bob her head, taking him deeper with each pass. Tanya knelt behind her, kissing the nape of her neck, her own hands roaming over Shanaya’s body. She squeezed Shanaya’s tits, rolling the nipples between her fingers, then slid one hand down the flat plane of her stomach.
“She’s so wet for you already,” Tanya whispered into Shanaya’s ear, her fingers slipping through slick folds. “Feel that? She’s fucking dripping.”
Shanaya moaned around Divakar’s cock, the vibration shooting straight to his spine. Her sucking became more frantic, her hand pumping what she couldn’t take. Tanya worked two fingers inside her, curling them, scissoring them. The wet, filthy sound of her fingers fucking Shanaya’s pussy filled the room, a counter-rhythm to the ocean’s murmur.
“Want to watch her come on your dick, baby?” Tanya asked Divakar, her voice guttural. She increased her pace, her knuckles deep in Shanaya’s cunt.
Divakar could only nod, his hips beginning to thrust in time with Shanaya’s mouth. He was close, the pressure building in his balls.
“Not yet,” Tanya commanded, as if reading his mind. She pulled her fingers from Shanaya, who whimpered at the loss. “My turn.”
In a fluid movement, Tanya climbed onto the bed, swinging a leg over Divakar’s face, lowering her dripping pussy onto his mouth. “Eat me,” she gasped. “And you,” she said to Shanaya, pulling her up by the hair, “ride him. I want to feel you bouncing when I come.”
Shanaya scrambled onto the bed, straddling Divakar’s hips. She positioned the head of his cock at her entrance, slick from Tanya’s fingers and her own arousal. She sank down onto him in one slow, excruciating slide, her eyes rolling back as he filled her.
The sensation was overwhelming. Divakar’s tongue lapped at Tanya’s clit, his nose buried in her, while below, Shanaya began to move, riding him with a slow, deep grind that took every inch. Tanya rocked against his face, her thighs framing his head, her juices coating his chin. She reached down, tangling her fingers in Shanaya’s hair, pulling her into a sloppy, desperate kiss.
Their moans mingled. The room smelled of sex and salt and perfume. Shanaya’s riding became faster, more urgent, her inner muscles milking him. Tanya’s hips stuttered, her breath coming in sharp cries.
“I’m gonna come, I’m gonna come on your face, don’t stop, fuck!” Tanya screamed, her body seizing as her orgasm ripped through her. Her cunt pulsed against Divakar’s tongue.
The clenching of Tanya above and the frantic, tight heat of Shanaya below were too much. Divakar’s control shattered. With a raw shout into Tanya’s flesh, he came, erupting inside Shanaya in hot, spurting jets. She cried out, her own climax triggered by the feel of him pumping into her, her body convulsing around his shaft.
They collapsed into a sweaty, breathless heap of limbs. The only sounds were the hum of the ship’s engine and their ragged breathing. Tanya rolled off first, lying on her back, a blissful, spent smile on her face. Shanaya lay half on Divakar, his softening cock still inside her, her face hidden in the crook of his neck.
After a long silence, Shanaya lifted her head. Her mascara was smudged, her lips bruised. She looked at Tanya, then at Divakar. The post-coital haze in her eyes cleared, replaced by a sharp, unsettling focus.
“That was… insane,” she breathed. Then her voice hardened, just a fraction. “Now, which one of you is going to tell me what the fuck is really going on?”