And maybe the captain, too, Tabitha realized, happy to find something amusing in the cluster-fuck that was today.
“Don’t stop on my account,” Pietro chimed in. “This was just getting interesting.”
Spencer groaned, fumbling while putting his cutting tool together.
Score.
“Not gonna lie,” Tabitha told him, undeterred at having an audience. “If I get out of this in one piece, and you decide you’re interested, I’d be very vested in having hot, sweaty monkey sex with you.”
This time Spencer turned and gave her a huge smile, shaking his head.
“Damn. You’re bold, but you’re on. And since we’re getting graphic, even with Pietro monitoring, we’re only having sexafterI lick every inch of your body from tits to toes. Concentrating on your sweet pussy.”
“Whoo, hoo!” Pietro cheered.
There was a periphery gagging sound.
Tabitha chalked that up to the captain holding his tongue judiciously.
Spencer momentarily paused, shuffling his fins around. “Uh, too much, Tabbi?”
“Frick, no,” she told him. “Just enough. Do you like to talk dirty, Spencer?” she questioned, her heartrate increasing for a completely different reason than the danger she currently faced.
“Ido,” Pietro cheered enthusiastically.
Tabitha ignored him.
“Uh, yeah,” Spencer returned a little hesitantly. “I like it. But if it bothers you, I can stop.”
Frick. What a piss-poor time to meet such a great guy. His libido obviously aligned perfectly with hers, and her life might be ending within a matter of hours.
That wouldn’t stop her now, however. Hell, it actually egged her on, giving her a freedom she’d never experienced before. With nothing to lose, she was going to up her game until her current five minutes of smack-talk-time ran out.
“Don’t stop,” she urged. “Because I wasalsothinking of how good it’s going to feel to wrap my lips around your cock and suck you dry.”
“I’m gonna pass out,” Pietro groaned.
Spencer, however, turned directly toward her again, this time resting one gloved hand on the front of his wet suit, where his getting-busy-buddy had clearly grown to an impressive size.
“I’m taking you up on that offer,” he responded with a rasp in his voice. “Pietro. You copy? As soon as we’re both topside, you’re going to run interference for us.”
“I most certainly am,” Pietro vowed. “If I’m not getting any, mio amico certainly will be.”
Spencer gave her a cheeky grin, sighed, then sobered. “Right. But for now, Tabbi, you shouldn’t be getting me agitated because I’ll use up my air faster. How about we save our horizontal-aspirations for later, and I’ll tell you quickly what’s going to happen here.”
“Spoilsport,” she returned, but knew he was right. Still, she couldn’t help but let loose with one more zinger. “And who said anything about horizontal?”
“She’s got you there,” Pietro crowed.
Spencer groaned, and Tabitha figured that was enough.
“Sorry. Sorry. I couldn’t resist. Okay. Shoot. Run me through what’s going to happen.”
Spencer squared his shoulders and let go of his junk. “While I was getting ready to dive, my captain pulled the blueprints for your sub and gave me the specs. Breaching your outer hull—no pun intended—will be no problem at all. It’s a lightweight, composite material. You should be safe and snug while I cut my way through that one.”
Tabitha had already thought that through.
“But the inner, titanium hull,” she speculated aloud, “will be a lot tougher. Cutting into that one, it’s going to take a while to make an opening large enough for me to fit through.”
