by Daya Daniels
Hot.
So much heat considering that the room is cool and filled with the scent of the rain.
Slowly, his hand slides down, down, down, between us.
All the air leaves me when he releases himself from his shorts and shoves them down over his muscular thighs and to his knees. I gasp at the sight of the monster in his grip—fat, thick, long—an appendage that will no doubt ruin me. Yet, I still want it.
I want it so fucking bad.
My hand slides along the length of it over and over. His breaths are sharp. His nostrils flare.
Every movement is concentrated as if he’s thinking about it.
His grip tightens around my thigh, almost achingly.
I wince at the pain, but I understand it…I deserve it.
He finds an advantageous angle, and for just a second, doubt slams into me about the battle I’m about to get into with this man’s fat dick. I-will-lose. I’m assured I will be taken down in the most spectacular way. I bite down on my bottom lip when the warm head of his cock teases my pussy lips. I’m given no time to savor that little piece of heaven before his flesh touches mine and with a loud groan, his hips shift as he pushes the entire thing inside me, coaxing choked gasps from my mouth. A wail drifts from my lips as inch by inch by inch, his hot flesh slides along my wet walls, dragging, tickling, caressing, forcing my pussy to pulse as it snakes its way inside me until he’s balls deep.
The intrusion causes my lungs to seize up completely.
My hand slaps down on his shoulder and my fingertips dig into his skin almost drawing blood.
Our eyes meet as we shiver, fighting back the sounds, accepting that this is what is.
We-are-fucking.
Everything has been undone.
I’m full, stretched, barely able to breathe and it’s beautiful. It’s complete solace in this Hell.
“I don’t want to hold back anymore, Ten.”
I nod a few times, still trembling.
“Are you ready?” He pants away.
I only gaze into his hungry eyes debating the meaning of the question. It’s a complicated one, except right now, I think all he’s referring to is what he’s about to do to me. I’m helpless to even a miniscule movement he makes. It earns a gasp or a cry or an ugly sound that would disturb the universe if it were listening.
But there’s no one around here, just us.
Who would ever even know about this?
I would know.
He would know.
We would know.
“Yes.” My swollen lips beg for his. “I’m ready.”
“Okay.”
The gentleness of his words…
The fierceness of his touch…
Conflicting.
I have no doubt this will be one deep savage and messy fuck.
Should I expect anything less?
He’s different…
Only a fool wouldn’t be able to see that.
Stripped, raw, vulnerable…like me.
These days instinct has trumped doing what’s right.
We are animals right now…feeding on need alone—instinct.
Carnal cravings.
Desire visceral.
Two disgraced barbarians.
I kiss him hard, consuming his mouth, tasting his sweet tongue. “Fuck me.” My stomach clenches, body stiffens yet relaxes, readying itself for the war.
“Okay.” His voice seems even deeper now.
“Okay.”
Those hips of his move with a force that could shatter all my bones and I gladly fall the fuck apart.
Brooks
I
FUCK
HER…
WARMTH. Comfort. Everything.
Tenley’s back arches and the remnants of the shredded white dress she’s wearing cling to her skin. I’m inclined to tear the rest of it off her with my teeth!
She’s a vision.
My cock pulses and every second it remains lodged up between her quivering thighs is absolute heaven. Her walls wrap around it, squeezing, pulling, milking me of the precum I’m fighting off not to spill everywhere.
Every muscle in my thighs tenses and my balls tighten.
A strangled breath leaves me when I shift and plow into her slow and deep, snuggling between her warm thighs as they’re wrapped around my hips. Her breasts jiggle with every vault upward I make, and my hands are everywhere.
She’s beautiful.
Glistening golden skin. Wild blonde tendrils tumbling everywhere. Eyes wide like she can’t believe what she’s doing. Well, neither can I…But it feels good and I can’t stop/won’t stop. To cease fucking I swear will bring me immediate death. I need this. A release.
She yelps again when my cock sinks in deep hitting the very back of her.
I want to go further, right to the depths of her, bury myself there and forget.
In and out, my body moves of its own volition, chasing pleasure, delivering force, serving everything Tenley needs up on a silver fucking platter.
She screams!
I choke out a moan as the orgasm that clutches her clutches me!
It doesn’t escape me how wild this is—how primitive—how out of control!
A squelch. A mewl. A moan.
She’s so fucking wet.
It drips down and over my tight balls and slicks my thighs, covering me in everything her.
“Oh, Ten.” I drag my lips along her skin and inhale long and sharp.
The wail I earn back when I fuck her harder forces my eyes to shut briefly and then I settle into another punishing rhythm, beating my hips into hers, splitting her wet, wet pussy wide open with my cock that’s currently destroying her.
My name falls from her lips like a chant. “Brooks.” Her fingers clutch my shoulder. The ones on her other hand are pressed against the middle of my chest. I’m not sure if she’s begging me to come closer or pushing me away!
I hold her steady at the edge of the table. Its legs scrape against the wooden floors with every shift her body makes at my encouragement.
BANG. BANG. BANG.
I propel my hips into her and moan.
Every stroke of my cock as it plows deep in her pussy pulls an ungodly groan from me.
Tenley’s beautiful whiskey-colored eyes are wide, and her mouth hangs open as she struggles for oxygen. I bury my face in her neck and inhale the familiar scent of her skin and silky hair.
She’s weak in my hold, almost boneless, and always beautiful. Her thighs are spread, perfect and wide, offering me everything.
I slow into a rhythm, hips chasing ecstasy, and run a hand up her thigh, over the apex, and then my thumb finds her clit where I stroke it softly, so fucking softly.
A tear slips from Tenley’s left eye.
I don’t stop though.
Can’t quit.
They’d have to chain me down to stop this bullshit!
“Let go.” The words slam into me as I say them over and over…
For her.
For me.
For us.
For everything this is.
“Let go.” I pick up speed and drive into her wetness like a fucking savage! Not just wrecking her but knowingly destroying myself at the same goddamn time.
I’m so gone.
Tenley
DEAR GOD, SAVE MY soul.
At least what’s left of it…
A cry escapes me and rips through the air. Wet lips consume mine. My fingers have tangled in the darkest strands and sweaty hot skin slicks mine.
My back arches, and with the sustained pummeling, the orgasm crashes into me, knocks me over and leaves me a wet mess. The waves roll through me, taking my sanity with them and wash it all away slowly. It’s a sensation I don’t want to let go of—one I haven’t felt in so long.
Brooks suckles my nipple into his mouth and makes a dramatic show of taking it between his teeth. His blues are wild with lust and every muscle in that magnificent body of his bunches and flexes as he rocks his hips
into me, giving me that glorious cock of his. It’s in my guts, parting me, no longer asking for permission to alter me inside and out.
His thick cock damages more than just my pussy.
It hurts so damn good.
The table slams against the wall.
BANG. BANG. BANG.
His steely arms wrap around me and those blue eyes pierce my soul ruining more than just my pussy. He’s chasing something, maybe a piece of himself that he’d lost. Like the part of me right now that feels as if it’s gone.
I bite down on my lip, tasting my sweat, his sweat—salt and lust—and decide it’s delicious.
“You are beautiful, Ten.” He kisses me again and I’m left breathless and coming again!
His fingers dig into my hips painfully and the fucking becomes brutal.
Our bodies are meshed, flesh caressing the other’s, locked in pleasure. Every pulse of his dick earns a scream from me. He growls. He groans. He stills completely and holds me against him with arms which are strained and covered in a labyrinth of raised veins showing all the blood rushing through them.
I fall apart, again.
And then he pulls out, big hand wrapped around his massive wet cock and the throbbing vein that runs along the length of it, practically wrestling it still. With a groan that could wake this side of the earth, he spills all his cum on my pussy and on the insides of my sweaty thighs leaving me a mess.
A heart destroyed, morals massacred, a head swimming with lust.
His forehead falls to mine and he kisses away the tear I hadn’t realized had spilled from my left eye. And then he presses one to my lips. “I’m sorry, Ten.” A soft kiss lands on my cheek, leaving desire and regret warm on my skin.
“Yeah, me too.” I sniffle, completely sated, utterly desecrated, woozy, and post-orgasmic.
I’m left feeling bereft when he lets go.
Don’t let me go…
Please don’t let me go.
His hand trembles when he tucks himself away, retreats with a face filled with horror, and rockets for the door like he’s escaping from a crime scene.
Slumping where I’m perched, I examine my torn dress then stare up at the ceiling.
What have we done?
Does it even matter anymore?
Everyone clearly thinks we’re dead.
And maybe we had died.
Death is real and it’s coming for us all.
Perhaps we will die here, as I’ve always truly thought…
I don’t have the energy to ruminate. I’m completely spent.
Soon, sleep takes me away.
CHAPTER FOUR
Brooks
SEVEN HUNDRED AND THIRTY- three days…
I slide down to the ground and perch against the teak tree, taking a break. The sun is high this morning, the air is comfortable, and beyond the cliffs, as always, is nothing but blue.
A breath leaves me long and loud.
I’m beyond asking myself: What had I done? All of which I swore I wouldn’t do again.
It all went out the window only a few hours after I had first pulled my dick out of my shorts, because shortly following that, I fucked her again.
Shame
on
me.
Admittedly, now a calm has seemingly swept over us.
I’m not as pissed off as I usually am, and Tenley is a lot more chipper than usual—smiling more and singing all the time and not feeling as lonely as I think she has been. She’s in the garden as we speak working to make it as it was before the wave hit.
I blow out a breath, snatch up the water next to me, and take a few chugs of it until it’s all gone.
The work day is technically done.
I’ve been out here for hours, carving away at this hunk of wood which as of now is developing into more of a shape inclusive of shelter over the top of it to provide protection from the wind or the rain should the sea ever kick up. When I think about pushing this boat out into the wide-open ocean and packing Tenley, Peni, and myself into it and saying goodbye to this place, a feeling of dread strikes me like no other. I can’t quite put my finger on how much of it has to do with the fear of leaving this island behind, trusting the sea or…
I tap on the leather diary near me and flip to the page I’d bookmarked just last night.
September 2, 1893
Peighton kissed me this morning beneath the dawn’s soft light.
I’m not a man who is educated much in the way of how a woman’s mind works.
I fell back in sheer surprise.
She asked me how could I not see after all this time that she is fond of me?
All reasonable thought and words were stolen from my mouth, and when she attempted to put her pretty lips to mine again, I stopped her. With tears in her eyes, she questioned me angrily. She screamed and yelled and threatened to bring the cliffs down with her shrieking. I didn’t know what to make of her rage except that she was lonely and lost and bewildered in maybe the same way I am.
I brushed her hair away from her face and told her I would never do her the dishonor of taking her to bed without making her my wife first.
For an untouched woman, she seemed possessed by what this island does to a person.
It is the same as what has been happening to me…
I yearn for flesh and for a warm body to protect at night, but it is nothing that I cannot tolerate, for being on the sea for as long as I have been without the company of a woman is something a man grows accustomed to.
Peighton smiled a devilish smile and asked to know why go through such great lengths for her, since we’re the only people here on this island. Who would know if we ever did anything in violation of laws and rules of what God has set out?
I vehemently assured her that I would know, and that I would not have my soul desecrated by taking her in such a way without laying my obligation to her for all eternity first.
First, we would be one under the eyes of the Lord.
So, I asked Peighton to marry me and she continued to cry.
I didn’t know what more she wanted, and I begged to know what she needed to cease weeping.
Eventually, after her tears cleared, she replied with a “Yes.”
Her acceptance was confirmed.
So, we are getting married.
Captain Ian Alcott
This guy…
Ugh.
“Such a fucking romantic.” I scowl at the words unsure of why I find them so offensive.
A salty breeze washes over my sweaty skin.
It’s a beautiful day, so damn beautiful.
I shut the book, shove it in my back pocket, snatch up the axe, and make my way home.
~
Tenley isn’t in the house when I return, and neither is Peni. I set all my tools down and walk about the house, breathing in the air which is filled with a hint of lemon oil which Tenley had likely used to polish up the wood in here. I take a seat in the chair at the table and snatch up a mango, peeling it quickly then bite into it as I walk around. When I make it to the edge of the bed, I stare at it, get lost in the view of where I’ve been sleeping next to Tenley. White linens cover the bed, and despite that we are living somewhat like rejects everything is clean and pleasant smelling. This place is spiffier than a suite at the fucking Four Seasons. I caress the petals of the purple orchids which rest in a wooden vase I’d carved for Tenley.
I grin.
Tenley makes good use of that garden which is slowly becoming itself again after the wave and has even been planting more vegetables and fruits in the large space. On the table are Peni’s block letters. Smiling, I touch one or two of them impressed with the word TENLEY which she had spelled out. Next to that is the word BROOKS. And next to that is the word PENI. Impressive. A spider monkey that can spell. Soon, Peni will be drawing me a world map complete with coordinates and explaining to us how to get off this rock.
With the nudge of my hand, I push all the names together and leave them that way.
I amble across the room to stand in front of the large window which looks out to the beach and spot them and then catch wind of their laughter. Tenley is doing cartwheels. Peni is bouncing around at her feet. A smile tugs at my lips at the sight of them, so happy and carefree in each other’s company.
The tide is low. The air is warm. The sun is making its way toward the horizon but there will still be an hour or two of light left.
I plan to prepare a dinner of grilled snapper covered in the almonds Peni had collected, yucca, and vegetables.
The salty breeze washing over me and the gentle lap of the waves against the shoreline is pulling me toward the beach. And Tenley’s laugh, just maybe, is beckoning me that way too.
After taking one last bite of the mango, I bolt for the door.
Tenley
PENI TUGS ON MY arm, pointing to me, my feet, and then the water.
I sigh loudly. “I don’t want to go in the water, Peni, not now.”
She yanks and yanks, murmuring nonstop and then she lets go and scrambles to the shoreline to pick up more shells. I stand at least and observe her with a laugh as she jumps around in the soft waves which kiss the shoreline. Then she’s back in my space, tugging on my arm.
I shake my head from side to side, slowly, just to see her reaction at my refusal.
She screeches and then she tugs almost pulling my arm out of the socket. Reaching down, I tickle her and quickly she crawls up the length of me and is on my shoulder burying her face in my hair.
It’s been a long day for us which has mostly been spent in the garden. I’ve replanted most of the flowers and fruit which were destroyed with the wave and have been making great efforts to restore it all to the way it once was. In between Peni eating all the fruit and some of the flowers, she helps.
She kisses my cheek.
I brush her wet fur. “Yes, I love you too.” When I step forward toward the water, she goes nuts!
Such an easy life…
I wonder often why I can’t simply be a monkey, removed from the complexities of life. Peni laughs. She plays even often on her own making her own fun. Lots of times she even cracks up laughing at the simplest things. I’m not amiss to the fact that even if Brooks and I weren’t here on this island with Peni she’d be just fine. We need her. She doesn’t need us. After all, this place is her true environment—the wild. Brooks and I are far away from home. Yet, Peni is home. And it shows!