by Daya Daniels
Tenley’s arm snakes around my neck. Her breasts are pressed against my chest. Her lips slam into mine in a harsh kiss that has me craving her even more than before. Her gaze is soft as if somehow, our lips colliding and tongues dancing had woken something up inside her that’s been hibernating.
Her fingers curl into the waistband of my shorts and with big eyes she descends to her knees.
I crane my neck up to the sky, sink my fingers into Tenley’s thick mass of golden waves and let out a growl when her warm lips wrap around the head of my cock. With heavy lids, my mouth opens with a groan and I drink some of the rain. She moans around my dick, her hand gliding along the swollen appendage as I rock into her mouth searching for her tonsils. She cups my ass cheek with a hand and squeezes. Soon, I’m rutting away, gasping and shuddering at the sight of my cock as it passes her lips and she takes it down deep until her nose is pressed into my pelvis.
The rain falls.
I do too.
Down deep where I think of nothing except for the pleasure tickling my balls and the beautiful woman in front of me on her knees.
TAP. TAP. TAP.
The rain continues to fall in straight perfect lines.
We ignore it and welcome the wetness which does enough to stave off the heat.
“Tenleyyyyy.” I moan endlessly while delicately teasing her strands and brushing them away from her face so I can have the perfect view of it. I stroke her cheek with my thumb and hiss when she picks up speed sucking me off to the point of insanity. With a growl, I pull my dick away from her and bowl over for just a beat.
Running her finger over her swollen wet lips, she smiles.
I back away from her dizzy, balls tight as fuck, still holding my cock in my hand.
She nudges her chin in the direction of the hut. “In there?”
A strangled gasp rips from me when I take in the sight of her on her knees, thin white dress stuck to her and highlighting the supple mounds of her breasts and her perked nipples. Her hair sticks to her wet skin. It’s exactly how she had looked the first time I had fucked her, except then she was covered in my sweat and cum. The memory makes my dick painfully hard. I lost myself that day in Tenley…and I plan to lose myself again today.
I let my shorts fall to my ankles, step out of them and then I saunter her way.
Big honey-colored eyes are fixed on me, lips parted, desire etched across her features.
“No.” I drop down to my knees in the grass and face her. “I’m happy beneath the sky with you.”
A thick raindrop drips from the tip of her nose. “Okay then.”
I pull her into my grip and consume her mouth once more, tasting her, making her crazy.
She scrambles to pull up her dress in a frenzy and twists around, planting her ass into my hips.
“So beautiful.” I drag my fingers over the tanned globes, teasing her pussy lips, adoring the wetness of the rain along them. I dip down and lick her skin then suckle her pussy and shove my tongue right in there, taking note of how tight it is since my cock hasn’t visited in a while. “God, I’ve missed you, Ten.”
She moans.
Leaning over her, I clutch her chin in my palm and adore her smile.
My hand finds her breast and the other is firmly planted against her ass for a beat. With a growl, I fist my cock in my palm and then I tease her pussy with it until she’s rocking back on it and whimpering softly with the action. Soon, her pussy swallows my dick whole and she’s screaming, taking more and more of me in until I’m balls deep.
“Oh, God!” Rocking back and forth, her hips slam into mine and her wet skin slaps my flesh.
My chest swells, and I take one big savage breath before I still her body completely when I plant my hand on her right hip and then get to fucking this pussy the way I used to.
Tenley
GOD, I’VE MISSED THIS…
The sensation of being filled, of Brooks all over me…his hands, his weight, his big cock as it stretches my pussy out and causes me to do things like this…
I SCREAM!
My fingers twist in the wet grass.
Brooks’ powerful hips vault me forward and every chance I get I go with the motion, but occasionally I rock into him, chasing the same thing he is.
The heat.
The coolness of the raindrops as they touch my skin and coat it all over.
I arch my back and bite down on my bottom lip.
Brooks moans and that moan slips into the deepest part of me and rings so familiar. His fingers dig into my hips and a hiss falls from his lips. He moves slow, so fucking slowly it’s agony.
A cry drifts from me. Brooks fucks me harder. My panting syncs with his. Our moans mix together. His hand cups my cheek and guides my face toward his before he plants a soul-stealing kiss to my mouth and consumes it, leaving my lips wet and swollen and red when it ends.
I almost speak, almost say something before he does it again.
Each kiss robs me of something, strips me, makes me see everything for what it truly is.
Christ!
I peer into his blues and I swear I’m looking to the bottom of the sea finding it bottomless. Everything down there is obscured by its murky depths. I have trouble searching the deep and wide expanse there. He slow-blinks and the corners of his mouth seem to twitch as if he wants to say something. Instead, he swallows and clutches my neck, palm spread out across the entire thing before he ravages my mouth again.
This is more and probably has been for a while now.
But it can’t be.
He isn’t yours. He isn’t yours. He isn’t yours.
A yelp leaves me when he shifts and continues with his rhythm. Every muscle in his body tenses and flexes. And the water which slicks his skin only ratchets up my desire and sends my heart rate soaring.
His fat cock swells even more.
I can feel every twitch, every throb, every jump it makes as it snakes into my pussy.
I arch my back offering him even more of me.
I’m wet all over, a heady combination of my own slickness and the rain.
Brooks groans.
I fall apart in his grip crying out helplessly as he tunnels so deep into me when I orgasm that I fall forward almost right on my face. I twist to the side and press my cheek to the wet grass, panting, as he goes crazy, fucking me into oblivion.
“God, Tenley, you’re so fucking beautiful. I’ve fucking missed you.” A deep growl explodes from him right before he pulls out and sprays his cum all over my ass. Then he lowers his chest to my back and plants a kiss to my shoulder. “I’ve missed you.”
I’m right here.
I never left.
I’m yours….
Brooks
SOFT MURMURING PULLS ME from my sleep. With a groan, I ease away from Tenley, roll over, and find myself staring into big blue eyes that could only belong to the other lady in my life.
Peni scales the side of the bed lazily until she’s perched next to me and shoving berries into her mouth, one after the other. I swear it doesn’t matter what the hour. This little spider monkey always seems to be awake when everyone else is asleep. I do wonder what she gets herself into during that time…
“What’s the matter, girl?” I scrub her head and almost wait as if she’s going to tell me in plain English. She darts off the bed once more and then she’s back in front of me dragging something. She’s back on the bed. Then she sets whatever she was dragging on my chest.
“Shit.” I rocket to an upright position and grip it quickly when I think I know what it is.
But it isn’t what I think.
It’s something better.
My fingers wrap around the heavy object and I almost lose all my breath.
“What the fuck?” I examine the gun in my hands…the flare gun. With an open mouth, I gaze at Peni. “Where’d you get this, Peni?” My heart hammers against my rib cage and I swear I can’t breathe. I stand and peer down into Peni’s innocent eyes. “Peni, where’d yo
u get this?”
She shoves the last berry into her mouth and then squeaks just once.
I scrub a hand across my face. “Where, Peni?”
With a hop off the bed, she’s scampering toward the door. I follow and soon I’m barreling down the steps and my feet are hitting the sand. The earth glows beneath a full moon tonight making it easy to see everything ahead of me.
Peni screeches with excitement as if we’re playing a game.
This is my life.
This isn’t a game.
My footfalls are heavy when we make it to the beach and I stop when I find Peni perched at the bow of Kulon’s boat, the one that’s been tied up since I’d last made that hellish voyage in it.
I creep closer, almost afraid to touch the vessel, but I do, as Peni crawls over it. I freeze when her hand sinks into the cavernous space which she’d clearly opened out of her own curiosity. An irritated breath leaves me and then an almost laugh.
It’s a concealed compartment.
One I hadn’t noticed before.
This must be where Peni had gotten the compass from…
Peni crawls inside the space and then pokes her head out as though we’re playing a game.
I stare at the flare gun in my hands and accept that it’s loaded with one flare.
This is all we’ve needed to top off our survival plan if we ever left here.
I would never take the chance out on the wild sea without what I now have in my hands.
“I can’t believe this.”
Luck?
Fate?
A blessing from God?
Peni is still playing hide-and-seek on her own.
I almost cry.
Who would’ve thought that the man who had tried to kill me had possessed everything I ever needed to begin with?
A smile touches my lips before I gaze up at the starry-lit sky. “Kulon, you motherfucker, you.”
Tenley
“I THOUGHT YOU’D BE HAPPIER about this.” Brooks reaches across the table and takes my hand in his.
I peer up from my breakfast plate and stare into his eyes which have never looked so bright. He’s happy this morning. In awe of our luck. What kind of person would I be to destroy that?
And truthfully, I have no clue about why my heart feels so heavy.
I pull my hand out of his and continue to eat. “I am happy.” I chew slowly. “Why didn’t you tell me about the compass?”
“I didn’t want you to get your hopes up.”
A grunt is my only response and then it’s quiet for a while between us.
“Tenley.” His brows arch high. “We can go home.”
“I know, Brooks.”
He huffs.
Late yesterday after our sexy screw in the rain, Brooks changed his mind, and we managed to get the boat in the water. It didn’t sink. Brooks was over the moon about that but still he wasn’t satisfied and now I know why…Even though we have a boat, we still didn’t have any way then of signaling help once we’re out in the big open sea. So, Brooks had said he needed more time to think…The engineer in him felt he could build something as equally effective as a flare gun, but time after time, he found that there was a part he needed that no other item he could get his hands on around this island could duplicate.
Now, things are different…
We have what we need. We have everything we need now thanks to Peni.
“Tenley.” His voice is soft. “Isn’t that what you want?” He smiles. “Don’t you want to go home?”
“Yes, Brooks, of course.” I set my fork down.
He sits back in his chair. “Well, good then.” He runs a hand over his beard then eyeballs me.
It’s much the same way he had looked at me yesterday when we were fucking…That way which had stolen my breath away and led me to believe that a piece of him, maybe, is mine permanently.
“What is it?” I look away from him and out the window.
He exhales. “I don’t know.” Another breath. “I don’t fucking know.”
I swallow when I face him unsure of how to put exactly what I feel into words.
He rises, takes a few steps away from me, then stops.
“Brooks.”
“Tenley.” His mouth opens...but nothing comes out as he lingers.
My lips beg for me to say the words, but my brain won’t let them.
He runs a palm over his face, exhales loudly, then heads for the door.
What the hell was that?
I suppose I’ll never know.
Brooks
TENLEY WEEPS…
I hold her to my chest as she clutches Peni tightly, both of them looking up at me as if to ask if I know what I’m doing.
I have no answer for that, but I know we must try.
After placing a kiss to Tenley’s forehead, I put one on Peni’s crown too.
I feel as if we’ve been waiting for this moment forever…
The morning sunlight is high, and the sky is clear. The tide is up, and the waves wash into the shoreline and covers my toes. I press my feet into solid ground knowing it might be a while before I feel it again beneath me.
We had left the house as if it is awaiting a new guest…blankets on the bed, kitchen tidy…
Tenley said she imagined someone else calling the place home sometime soon. I only shrugged and agreed that it might be possible. Anything’s possible after all…
With a breath, I glance up at the sky and judge that the weather is fine.
Yet, as we know the temperament of the sea can change in an instant.
I wipe Tenley’s tears away from her cheeks. “Everything is going to be fine, I promise you.”
She nods a few times and steps away from me.
I usher her into the boat and then place Peni in her lap as they scoot beneath the shelter that will protect us both from the blazing sun and the rain. I’ve packed everything I anticipate we’ll need—food, water, blankets, along with a bucket I’d found a few days ago which had washed up on shore.
The compass is safely secured as is the flare gun.
A breath leaves when I glance behind me at the house and then the beach and then I take in the beauty of this entire island—our home. A mixture of emotions assaults me all at once, and when I decide that I have no clue how to feel, I glance back at Tenley who’s fiddling with the pendant around her neck in a nervous habit.
I palm her cheek and peer into her eyes. “Do you remember what I told you about being afraid?”
Her lips flatten out before she swallows. “Brooks, of course.”
I arch my brows encouraging her to say the words.
“You don’t want me to be afraid even if you are afraid. Because it isn’t my job to be afraid, it’s yours.” Wiping a few of her tears away, she smiles weakly. “I’m still afraid, Brooks.”
So am I.
“And I don’t want to leave Lola.” She sniffles.
The very moniker makes me feel her excruciating pain even more. “I know, Tenley.” I kiss her forehead and clutch her chin. “I know.” I kiss her lips. I gaze out at the calm ocean and give the boat a push until we’re beyond where the waves are cresting. Then I jump in and grab the oars. Tenley sobs harder and Peni clutches on to her for dear life and I hate how terrified they are, but I can only understand. I begin to row and soon the island is far from view. I pull the oars in when the boat is sucked into the path of the powerful current.
The water sluices up against the sides of it. The birds dance in the sky above us. The waves are soft, and the sea is as blue as the eye can see for miles.
I sit back and marvel in the performance of this wooden vessel on the high sea and grin. I had nothing but safety and protection in mind with its design and then function came after that along with comfort.
Tenley and Peni tuck further beneath the shelter and I do the same with the aim of getting some rest, since after the sun goes down, I’d need to row.
Kulon had said he suspected we’re in the south which m
eans we should be heading north.
I pull the compass that’s tied to me from my pocket and confirm that’s the way this boat is drifting.
“What do we do now, Brooks?”
I tip my head back and exhale feeling more hopeful than ever. “We drift.”
Tenley nods and Peni’s big eyes are cautious and curious.
I smile.
They do too, although reluctantly.
I say a few words to myself, quietly, praying I can keep them safe.
Tenley
BROOKS ROWS.
As much as you’d think I’d be staring out at the blue ocean, my eyes are only fixed on his powerful chest and the way his muscles bunch and flex with his movement. The boat glides across the water, apparently still in a northerly direction.
Peni naps.
It’s been seven days…
Of nothingness.
Open sea, whales, fish, the occasional debris…
The sun beats down on Brooks where he’s situated at the bow of the boat.
I throw him a thumbs-up. “You look good.”
“Thanks.” He laughs and keeps going with the motion.
I wink at him.
After an entire day of rain, the weather since has been clear. The sun is high, and the breeze is soft as it washes over us. I’m tucked beneath a thin sheet with Captain Alcott’s diary in my hands.
I never knew how being on the ocean for so long could feel, and honestly, I’ve felt sick.
Dizziness.
Nausea.
Headaches.
It’s the relentless rocking that I’ve had to become used to since there doesn’t appear to be land any place close. I shove down the ball of fear which permanently rests at the bottom of my stomach.
We’re too far from the island to ever go back to it if we had to.
So, now, it’s do or die.
God help us.
We have food. We have fresh water. Our minds are still intact.
With a huff, I rest my back against the boat and revel in the shade this section of it provides. I flip to a page in Captain Alcott’s diary.