Chapter 5: Eat that pusssssyyyyy 

Jules laughed, looking at her. "Hey mama..." 

Tori laughed too, shaking her head. If he was asking if he could go, then no was the answer. He wasn't allowed to go the fuck anywhere. He could just come live in her pussy forever. 

"That's a big nigga..." Tori said when she finally put her legs down, she stared at his dick admiringly. Damn. It was big, beautiful, sweet. It was the best sex and dick she ever had, and it was addictive. She licked her lips, looking away, embarrassed and shy she wanted more. 

Jules looked away, trying hard not to laugh at her. "It might be the molly talking but I like the way it sounds." 

The second round was even crazier, he bent her over for a doggy and in a couple of minutes they both had their cum everywhere on the bed. Jules relaxed into her pussy, exhaling. It was even sweeter from the back. Slowly he raised his head, staring at her...her cute lips. She had the warmest and juiciest pussy he'd ever seen. 

"Ummm...can I yunno...wash off?" Tori asked, with a coy smile on her lips. "And...I want to pee too." 

"Sure." Jules responded with a quick nod and smile, pulling out. 

Tori stood outside the bathroom, frowning at the silent sink. She turned the handle again, nothing. Not even a drip.

"Jules!" she called out. "Your fancy boat's broken."

From somewhere on deck, his voice drifted back, amused. "It's not broken. You didn't turn the water on."

She blinked. "How do I do that?"

A few moments later, Jules appeared in the narrow hallway, still drying his hands on a towel. The smirk on his lips made her stomach do a small, ridiculous flip.

"You city people," he teased, brushing past her. "You think yachts run like apartments."

He crouched beside a small panel on the wall, flipped a silver lever, and pressed a button. A soft hum filled the air.

"There," he said, straightening. "Water's on. Don't forget to turn it off when you're done or you'll drain the tank."

Tori raised a brow. "So many rules for just peeing."

"Welcome to yacht life," he said, grin widening. "Try not to break anything."

She rolled her eyes and went inside. "I'll try."

The door clicked shut behind her. Jules chuckled quietly and leaned on the wall, waiting.

A minute later, she came out, looking sheepish but freshly washed.

"Everything okay?" he asked casually.

"Mm-hmm." She smoothed her hair, pretending she was confident. 

"You didn't flush tissue in there, did you?"

Tori froze. "What?"

Jules tilted his head, that teasing spark back in his eyes. "Tell me you didn't."

"I... did," she admitted slowly. "Is that-bad?"

He groaned dramatically. "Disaster level bad. You can't flush tissue here. It'll clog the pipes and jam the pump. You're supposed to use the bin."

Her eyes went wide. "You're joking."

"I wish I was. The last time someone did that, we had to call a plumber in the middle of the ocean."

"I told you this is my first time on a yatch." Tori's face flushed pink. "Oh my God, Jules!"

He laughed softly, stepping closer. "Relax. I'll check the system. You're not the first to do it."

"That doesn't make me feel better," she muttered, avoiding his gaze.

He bent a little, catching her eyes anyway. "You're cute when you panic, you know that?"

Tori blinked, her heart skipping. "And you're insufferable when you're smug."

He grinned. "Good thing I'm both charming and useful then."

She shook her head, trying not to smile. "Next time, maybe give me a manual before I destroy your precious yacht."

"Or," he said, his voice dropping playfully, "I could just give you a private tour. One on one lessons. Hands on."

Tori bit back a laugh. "I bet you'd like that."

"Oh, I'd love it," Jules said with a wink.

Her blush deepened. She turned away, pretending to study the sea through the porthole. "You're impossible."

"Come over here," he murmured, his grin audible in his tone. "Bring that pussy lemme eat it real good." 

The boat rocked gently beneath them, waves glimmering outside. Between the hum of the water and Jules's lingering smirk. 

He led her to the bed, slowly opening her legs, a bottle of liquor in one hand. 

She understood the assignment and happily spreed her legs wide open. Anything for Jules. 

Tori was yelling his name, scattering her hair as he emptied the bottle of liquor in her pussy then sucked on it.

Chapter 6: Silence on the sea 

The next morning, the soft hum of the yacht's engine blended with the sound of waves lapping against the hull.

Tori woke to sunlight spilling through the cream curtains, her body sore and tangled in the thin white sheets that still smelled faintly like him.

Jules stood shirtless by the window, a cup of black coffee in his hand, staring out at the endless stretch of blue as if it held all the answers he didn't want to give.

Neither of them said much. The air between them felt thick, heavy with the kind of silence that follows too much honesty or too much pleasure.

Tori cleared her throat softly, slipping into her clothes.

"I, um... I should probably head home," she murmured.

Jules glanced over, the corner of his mouth lifting in that lazy smirk she was beginning to recognize. "Yeah... I'll walk you out. Order a ride."

"I need a quick bath, I smell like pussy..." She said, walking into the bathroom. 

***

Outside, the morning breeze brushed against her skin as her phone buzzed, a ride waited at the dock. Jules walked beside her, hands shoved in his pockets, quiet but protective.

When they reached the car, she opened the door and looked at him.

"So... this is goodbye?" she asked lightly.

"Not really," he said, his voice low and teasing. "I'll call you tonight. Maybe even come pick you up."

She smiled, hopeful. "I'll hold you to that."

He grinned, leaning down to press a soft kiss to her cheek before watching her leave.

***

By the time Tori got home, she was floating on air.

Her roommate, Ciara, sat on the couch, painting her nails blood red. She glanced up, her expression twisting into a half frown.

"Look who finally decided to come home," Ciara said flatly. "I heard this is your first time in town and you're already whoring around." 

Tori ignored the tone. She was too happy for drama.

She hummed under her breath, heading straight for a hot bath. Steam filled the bathroom as she sank into the water, the memory of Jules's hands replaying in her mind. She moaned softly, still imagining his dick in her pussy. 

Afterward, she threw on a robe, ordered pizza, and curled up in front of the TV. Every few minutes, she checked her phone.

Nothing yet. 

"He's probably busy..." She said to herself, softly. 

Two hours passed. Then three.

Five hours later, the pizza box was empty and her eyelids were heavy. Still no call, no text.

She dozed off with her phone clutched to her chest.

***

When she woke, the room was dark. Her heart jumped, maybe she had missed it. She grabbed her phone.

No missed calls.

No messages.

His last seen: that morning.

Her stomach twisted. She typed, deleted, and retyped before finally sending a quick message.

"Hey, Jules."

No reply came. 

***

Four weeks later.

His last seen still read four weeks ago.

No texts. No calls. No explanations. Just silence.

Tori's eyes were swollen from crying. Her skin burned with fever, her heart heavy with confusion and hurt.

A text came in from her father.

Dad:

I've sent you money. Stay low until I say otherwise. You're doing a good job. 

She stared at the screen, tears blurring the words.

Stay low? For how long? 

Tossing the phone across the bed, she buried her face in the pillow, sobbing quietly. Her body was weak, her emotions shattered.

Ciara's voice was annoyingly loud as she walked in, holding a plastic bag of meds.

"Girl, you've been crying for weeks. Enough already."

"I can't stop thinking about him," Tori whispered, her voice breaking. "He just disappeared, Ciara. No goodbye, no nothing. I miss him." 

Ciara rolled her eyes, pulling out the paracetamol. "Welcome to Victoria Island, babe. Every man here is a scam, a scum, or both. Say, I hook you up with a real bad ass nigga that's gon' still pay you good money for having fun with him." 

Tori gave a broken laugh through her tears. "I don't want just any man. I want Jules."

Ciara snorted. "Then you're officially doomed."

Tori licked her lips. "Who's gon' call me Charmy?" 

Ciara sighed, shaking her head. "Is this what brought you to Oniro? Girl, how are you going to make money if all you think about is Jules? How are you even able to pay rent because you haven't left this house in four weeks!" 

"What money?" Tori raised her head to look at her. "Make what money?" 

"You didn't come here to hustle?" Ciara couldn't hide the shock in her. "Girl quit playing with me, everyone in Oniro is hustling...I guess you got a rich sugar daddy that's bank rolling you...whatever, just take your meds and eat. Stop thinking about that nigga, for real." 

Tori laid back, pouting. "I still remember what he smells like. I miss laying in his arms and running my fingers down his hairy sexy chest." She held the pillow tighter. "I miss Jules..." 

"It was just one night!" Ciara shook her head. "No you don't miss him, you just miss dick. And bitch I'm telling you, I could get you a rich dick...for real though. Big rich dick...just how you love it." 

"If you really want to help me, get me Jules." Tori closed her eyes, turning to face the other side of the room.