by Eva LeNoir
"Relax, baby doll, you'll thank me when this is all over," my dad said, one hand stopping my knee from bouncing, and I was quite certain he'd be disappointed. Even if I did survive, there would be no thanking him for this. At least not while the memory of my descent into death was still fresh in my mind.
"I'll tell you what," Marlon said, leaning over the aisle so we could hear him, "we'll jump together." The grin on his face said it all. His green eyes were bright with excitement, his grin like a boy ready for his first adventure. But underneath it all, was lust.
"That would reassure me, a little," I told him, giving him the side eye since it was his fault I had been coerced into participating in this adrenaline junkie’s wet dream.
Without a word, Marlon sat back in his seat, his gaze never leaving mine, his grin never faltering.
We arrived at the site and nothing could have prepared me for the coming hours. Not a single thing.
I had seen the pictures; I knew there wasn't any kind of bridge, but watching people jump from a steel box with nothing but empty space around, was a sure way to hike up my anxiety.
"I don't think I can do this," I said, stepping out of the bus and numbly following the crowd.
With my father walking just ahead of us, Marlon wrapped an arm around my waist and pulled me back into his chest. His mouth at my ear he whispered so only I could hear him, "I won't let anything happen to you. And after this rush, tonight I'll make you come like never before." With a gentle kiss just below my ear that started a fire throughout my entire body, I paid him back my rubbing my ass against his crotch, earning me a groan.
"I'll be expecting great things, Mr. Brooks, hope you don't disappoint."
His throaty laugh was his only response and even that simple sound brought me satisfaction I didn't think was possible.
By the time we crossed over in the cable car to the steel pod where all the action would take place, I was practically shaking all over. Dad had stayed back at the wooden lookout pier, while we were the insane ones riding into the void between two cliffs and above a riverbed.
"You better make it two, Brooks," I told Marlon.
When he frowned at my demand, confusion written all over his face, I added for only his ears, "Orgasms."
Immediately, his grin reappeared and without speaking he crossed his heart in a solemn promise.
While we had opted for a bungee jump, others were taking a chance on the swing. I didn't know which was worse although the swing was in a sitting position so my head wouldn't be first to see the riverbed.
"Nope, we decided and paid for the bungee jump and that's what we'll do," Marlon responded when I'd suggested we'd switch.
"Fine but if I die, I promise to haunt you forever and cockblock you until the end of time," I pouted, my nerves starting to get to me.
"If you die, Jaybird, I die with you, remember?"
We'd opted for a double jump. Marlon had more experience than me and his extreme sports rush was more prominent than mine. I was an amateur, deep down inside I was a kitten afraid of my own shadow.
"Ready, bro? Names Jeff," the young guy manning the huge ropes greeted, checking the harnesses we'd already put on earlier before even crossing the foot bridge.
"As ready as we'll ever be," Marlon said, his grin bright as ever, his eyes full of excitement.
"You're jumping doubles, yeah?" the man said, his kiwi accent making the English language sound like a soothing melody.
"Yes," both Marlon and I answered together.
The instructors were professional and reassuring, always making sure that we understood what was about to happen. Their smiles and the double sometimes triple checking of the harness made me feel incrementally better.
The waiting, however, was what put my body into high alert. The rising of my adrenaline as I anticipated the fall, the moment I had to let gravity take control.
We were asked to wait in steel chairs that looked more like rounded race car seats than an actual chair. Our ankles were wrapped in sturdy Velcro and judging from the line before us, the guy about to jump was the last before our turn would arrive.
I was about to get up and run back to the safety of the mountain when Marlon reached over and grabbed my hand, placing soft, reassuring kisses on each of my knuckles.
"I'll be right there behind you, Jaybird," he told me, all humor gone, his eyes promising me safety.
"Okay," was all I could say, my throat suddenly tight, my mouth dry from the stress.
"All right, there, you two, it's your turn!" Jeff said, a great smile on his face, as he came over with the thick rope and a large yellow cup-like protector that he placed between our legs. With Marlon only inches behind me, we scooted toward the opening of the steel platform and stepped onto the ledge that protruded into the wide-open space.
"Now, put your arms up and out," Jeff instructed us, "look up and out, keep your eyes on the rock up there on the mountain, all right?" he added, checking our harnesses yet again. I was first in line, Marlon was pushed up behind me, not an inch of emptiness between us.
"Our first real adventure, Jaybird," Marlon whispered, before Jeff started counting down from five.
I stopped him at three.
"Wait, wait, wait!" I was shaking so hard I thought I'd throw up. We'd read that before jumping it was advisable to eat a little but not too much. I'd had fruit and yogurt; afraid I'd be decorating our surrounding with it. Worse, that Marlon would get the brunt of it.
Well, he'd deserve it.
"Breathe. Just breathe and fix your eyes up there, don't look down just yet," Jeff tried again to instruct me.
But it wasn't until I felt Marlon's hands slide up my sides, down my outstretched arms, reaching my palms and intertwining our fingers together that I felt the courage to step off the lip of the platform.
"Five, four, three, two, one," I heard Jeff count and then we were flying.
I thought I'd scream but my voice was caught in my throat. My stomach dropping into my chest and eyes focused solely on the ground that rushed closer and closer every second.
The drop was eight point five seconds, but it felt like eight point five years.
Behind me Marlon wooted and hooted, his fingers never leaving mine until our bungee cord pulled us back up just as suddenly as we had fallen.
Gravity was a powerful thing.
My brain could barely register the fact that this was one of the highest jumps in the world and I was doing it. With Marlon behind me as my anchor.
"Fucking hell, that's amazing!" Marlon yelled, his voice carrying all around the cliffs.
Squeezing my fingers, he brought his lips to my neck and kissed me lightly albeit awkwardly.
It wasn't long until we were being pulled back up slowly and finally reaching the deck, I felt the adrenaline invading my limbs, my arms and legs shaking like leaves.
I felt like crying, needing some type of release after practically plunging to my death.
Except I wasn't dead, I was alive, and my body was buzzing from the aftershock.
"How are you feeling, Jaybird," Marlon asked as we made our way back to firm land, my father waiting with a huge grin plastered on his face.
"I don't know yet, my arms and legs feel like Jell-O," I said, even my voice was trembling.
"It's the rush, the reason people do this on the regular," he said, as though he were one of those people. Which, to be honest, scared me a little.
"Are you an adrenaline junkie?" I asked him, afraid of his answer.
"It depends," he started, looking back at me with a smirk, "I have to admit, jumping with you was a high all of itself.".
"Are you calling me a drug, Mr. Brooks," I asked, batting my lashes and biting my bottom lip just as we reached the end of the bridge.
Marlon's eyes zeroed in on my mouth and his pupils instantly dilated, hunger written all over his face.
"Jaybird, I suggest you release that lip before I show everyone here just how addicted I am to you.
Ch
apter 33
Marlon
Back at the house, I made quick work of lighting the fire. Although it was Spring in Queenstown, we were still in the mountains. During the day, we'd had temperatures in the high sixties, low seventies but as the sun began to set over the South Alps, we were facing lower forties and for those of us living in SoCal, it might as well have been the freezing cold of the north pole.
"How do people live with the cold?" Jaidyn asked, rubbing her hands together and jumping up and down on the balls of her feet.
My blood was still burning from the adrenaline rush of this afternoon, I had pent up energy that needed a serious case of release. I needed to either run a few miles or fuck for a few hours. The latter got my vote.
"One thing is for sure," I said, “I'll never complain about the winters in LA."
Robert was sitting on the couch, agreeing with us but staring at the fire like it was hypnotizing him.
"Dad, is everything all right? Do you want me to bring you something?" Jaidyn asked, sitting next to him and touching his forehead with the back of her hand.
"Stop fussing, will you!" Robert yelled, pushing her hand away, "I just need some peace and quiet." Struggling, he got to his feet and slowly walked to his room and shut the door without another word. We both stared at the closed door, trying to make sense of what had just happened.
"Are you okay?" I asked Jaidyn, shaking her out of her thoughts. These outbursts were normal for her, they were part of the disease, but it didn’t mean I liked the look on her face every time she got the brunt of it.
I hated the pained look in her eyes, a look I wished I would never put on her face, knowing it was only a matter of time before I would, it was inevitable I’d do so.
"Yeah, of course. He tends to get like that when he's tired. Are you hungry?" she asked me, rising to her feet and taking the few steps that brought her to my side.
"I am, but not for food, little bird."
"Is that right?" she asked me, lowering her voice, looking up at me from below her eyelashes.
"Careful, Jaybird, you're playing with fire with your innocent act," I warned her, wrapping a hand around the side of her waist, pulling her flush against me.
"Who said I'm playing?"
I stared at her, looked deep into her eyes making sure I was hearing her right.
"Jaidyn, I'm still reeling from the rush of that jump, if you touch me, I don't know if I'll be able to stop myself." I would, of course, but it would be extremely difficult.
"What if I don't want you to stop? What if I have an itch and need you to scratch it?"
She barely got her worlds out before I had her in fireman's hold and carried her up to my loft. Shutting the door with my foot, I let her fall on the plush mattress of my bed. A bed I'd been using for a couple of weeks now, kissing and groping my little bird like two teenagers trying to deal with their hormones.
In record time, Jaidyn had her shorts and t-shirt off, lying only in her sports bra and cotton underwear. I didn't need her to be wearing lace to appreciate the beauty of her lithe body.
Ever since we'd arrived here in Queenstown, we'd been tourists during the day and insatiable lovers, learning each other's bodies at night. We hadn't had sex, not that we didn't want to. On the contrary, we had a hard time stopping ourselves, every night proving more and more difficult.
I respected the fact that she'd been single for all of five minutes but there was no denying the pull that existed between us. It was almost palpable, like a current that travelled from her skin to mine every time we were close.
Quickly pulling my shirt off over my head, I kept my gaze focused on her every move. From the delicate glide of her fingers over her right nipple, to the wet tip of her tongue sliding over her plump bottom lip. I could see the exact moment she started to get wet, her dilating eyes all the evidence I needed.
"Hurry, Marlon," she whispered, spreading her legs and running her middle finger up her panties-covered crotch, "Please."
With my hands making quick work of my shorts, I froze, shifting my gaze to her gorgeous hazel eyes.
"Are you wet, little bird?" I asked, almost on a growl.
"I can feel myself through the cotton," she murmured, then in a gesture that made my dick so hard it hurt, she brought her middle finger to her mouth and sucked it deep as though she were sucking on my cock.
Fuck.
"Spread your legs, give me a better view," I demanded, taking two steps closer and kneeling before her, before my queen.
"You smell so good, my mouth is begging to eat you all up," I said to her, to her pussy, to myself.
"Well," she started and to my disappointment, she sat up, fisted my hair in her fingers and lifted my head to her level. We stared at each other for a few seconds before she brought her lips down to mine and bruised them with a searing kiss.
We were all lips and teeth and tongues and moans. Nothing existed outside of our bubble of lust. Nothing could have ripped me away from the taste of her. The feel of her. The smell of her arousal enveloping us like a song. "I want to suck your cock, Mr. Brooks." She offered in a sultry, unabashed voice.
And I almost lost my ever-loving mind.
Jaidyn wasn't prone to dirty talking, although she enjoyed me doing it.
Hearing her take control was an aphrodisiac. It was a sugar high. It was caffeine and a bungee jump all mixed together.
Standing to my full height, I watched her every move, memorized every gesture, every breath, and every lick of her wet lips.
Kneeling on the bed, she pushed my boxer briefs down and licked her lips as my cock sprang loose, ready and willing to feel the silky walls of her mouth and throat.
"Take your time, little bird, you don't have to..." I didn't finish my thought, my dick finding itself buried in her mouth, her throat swallowing around the tip and making me lose all semblance of control.
With one hand at the back of her head, I tried, with everything I could, not to take over her movements, but it was the hardest thing I'd ever had to do.
"Easy, baby. Easy. Yes, just like that," I moaned, holding myself back as she retreated, running her tongue around the bulbous head of my cock and then taking me all the way back in again. One of her hands slid under my dick to cover my balls, rolling them between her fingers while her other hand slipped inside her panties.
She was a goddess. My very own personal Venus, sucking my cock like she owned it.
And she probably did, at that point. I would have given her the keys to my very existence, my fucking kingdom, just to keep her velvety mouth surrounding my cock.
Moaning once more just as my dick hit the back of her throat, I warned her that I was about to lose it.
She stopped and I almost died from the loss of her heat.
"I want you," she said, simply but my brain was incapable of understanding words. So, I didn't respond, just watched her as she rose on her knees, reached between her breasts and unzipped her sports bra, full, round breasts falling free.
Next, she shimmied out of her panties, falling to her back to take them off completely and throwing them toward the wall of windows.
And as Lake Wakapitu was my witness, I had never in my life seen anything more beautiful than Jaidyn Hughes, naked and willing in my bed. Spread out before me like a king's feast. Panting with her desire to feel me, to touch me. To fuck me as much as I'd dreamed of fucking her.
"Are you sure, little bird?" I asked, praying to every single existing god that I was understanding her correctly.
"Yes," she whispered the words, but their power was strong enough to nearly knock me out.
Eyeing my suitcase, I quickly walked over and picked out a condom from the inside pocket and returned to her on the bed.
With her legs spread out invitingly, I first licked her slit, taking my time around her clit, biting for an added effect. Kissing my way to her navel, I made sure to use a bit of a bite there too, leaving tiny little marks to prove my presence. My ownership.
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ext, I licked a path around the lower mound of one breast, circling until I reached her nipple, first one then the other, finishing off with a long pull of her tight little nub, earning me a delicious moan from my little bird.
By the time I reached her delectable mouth, my dick was nestled between her legs and begging me to plunge into the warm glove of her pussy.
It would, but first, I needed to kiss her, to feel her melt into me, give herself to me completely.
"Do you know how utterly exquisite you look right now? All laid out and ready for me to fuck you, to own you, Jaidyn," I growled, plundering her mouth, seeking out her priceless treasures.
"You make me like this, Marlon. You make me feel sexy and wanted," and those words were fuel to my fire, like gasoline to a flame.
"Make no mistake, Jaybird. Once I'm inside you, you are mine. Your body, your orgasms, your every pleasure is all mine."
"Shut up and fuck me," she growled adorably.
Sitting up, I ripped the foil and quickly pulled out the condom, sheathing myself in mere seconds.
"Your wish," I said pushing all the way inside her in one long thrust, "is my," I continued, pulling back out and breathing through my nose to avoid coming within seconds of feeling her velvety heat envelope me like a glove, "command," I finished on a growl.
Jaidyn placed both of her hands on either sides of my face and brought our mouths together once more, our movements imitating the gliding in and out of my cock inside her wet pussy.
"Oh fuck, so good, Marlon," she groaned, her tongue plunging once more, her teeth biting my bottom lip.
"Mine, little bird, all fucking mine," I growled, as my speed increased, pushing in, to the hilt, grinding against her clit before pulling back out and plunging in all over again.
I never wanted to stop but I knew I couldn't possibly last any longer.