“You’re so beautiful, Lucy.”
I slid off and grabbed his slick cock. “This looks very nice.”
“It’s all yours.”
I tasted myself on him, the musky aroma teasing me. I leaned over, getting the shaft all the way down my throat. He groaned and kneaded my scalp, fingers gently massaging.
“Oh, honey…” I gagged, but continued to work him, sucking and licking until his groans became so loud they echoed into the jungle. “I’m…oh…God…Lucy…”
I drew away just as he erupted in a creamy spurt of cum. The thickened deposit landed on his tummy. This was followed by thinner streams of clear-like fluid that squirted into my mouth. I closed my lips around him, swallowing copious amounts of semen.
“Awww…baby…”
I lay next to him, his arm going around me. I gazed up at the moon, its whitish orb glowing mysteriously. There wasn’t a cloud in the night sky. When we had recovered, we washed off in the spring and dressed. The fire in the camp had died down, the embers burning orange and red. The women were on one end of the shelter and the men on the other. Jack and I snuggled on the furthest corner. The reverend’s soft snoring filled the air, along with croaking toads and the sound of the surf, which lulled me into a deep sleep.
An object pressed over my mouth woke me. I gasped, startled, shocked, and confused. Strong hands grabbed me, yanking me from the shelter. Jack had turned on his side, and he was sleeping soundly. A rag of some sort was hastily tied around my mouth, silencing me from vocal protests. I moaned as I was thrown over the shoulder of a man, who was mostly naked.
Oh, my God! What’s happening?
Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Pricilla in the same condition and Constance and Georgette. Heathens dressed in nothing but loincloths were taking the women away!
Jack! Jack! Oh, my God. Help me!
They ran with us down the beach, my body jostling and bouncing over broad shoulders rippling with muscles. I had a view of the man’s backside, and his buttocks were rounded and firm. Muscled legs with bare feet soundlessly pounded the sand, flinging up clumps, as we raced away from the camp. A series of rustic looking boats waited on the shore. Within moments I found myself inside the wooden structure, the vessel pushed into the surf, paddled aggressively by the native men, who seemed determined to leave Siren Island quickly. Most of them were shaved bald, their heads glistening with perspiration. They were dark-skinned with chiseled facial features and full lips. Some had tiny animal bones protruding from the cartilage in their noses, while others had the bones in their earlobes.
My heart sank, a heavy stone lodging uncomfortably in my gut. These were the sex cannibals the Sirens had spoken of. They belonged to the sister island across the channel. I was a hostage now, and so were the other women. If I thought being kidnapped by the pirate captain was horrifying, that was nothing compared to this. With every thrust of the paddle, I drifted further away from the shore and my husband, who I feared I might never see again.
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Siren Island: Kidnapped
A preview of Sexy In Stilettos by Virginia Wade
30,000 word erotic thriller
Jillian Bach’s personal life is a disaster. Five years after her husband’s untimely death, she finds herself in an affair with a married man aggressively pursued by her daughter’s eighteen-year-old boyfriend. But, nothing can prepare her for the mysterious stranger who is shadowing her every move, harassing her almost daily.
Someone want to love her…someone wants her dead. Who can Jillian trust?
*****
Two hours later, after everyone had left, I heard the doorbell ring. The sound of running water alerted me to the fact that Anna was in the shower. She would be there for a long time, if history were any indication. I wrapped myself in a light robe and headed for the entryway.
Opening the door, I got a shock. Mr. Tall and Toned stood before me with his hands in his pockets and a silly grin on his face. His appreciative gaze passed over me, missing nothing.
“I think I left my phone here.”
“Did you now?” I seriously doubted that had been accidental.
“Uh…yeah. It must’ve dropped in the sofa or something.”
“I just bet it did.” I stood aside and let him in. He towered over me.
“Well, it was a pretty intense study session, Ms. Bach. Something like this was bound to happen.”
I giggled and shook my head. “Go find your phone, Mr. Delaney.”
“It’s just Brandon.”
His hair was slightly unkempt. Almond shaped eyes surrounded deep blue irises. The bone structure of his face was flawless with a straight nose and full lips. He was far too good-looking for his own good.
“I was sitting here.” He pointed to the leather sofa against the wall.
I crossed my arms over my chest. “I’d be careful. You never know what’s under there.”
He lifted the cushions. Bits of crackers, popcorn, and loose change were exposed. That was embarrassing. I really needed to vacuum.
“I’m not seeing it.”
“Maybe it fell underneath.”
He dropped to his knees and peeked under the sofa. “Nope.”
“Well, maybe it’s in your car or something.”
He glanced at me. “Where’s your phone? You could call me. That’d expose it.”
“I guess.” I headed for the bedroom and snatched it off the bedside table. When I came back, I handed it to him. “I don’t know your number.”
He grinned. “Thanks.” He pressed the buttons quickly and the sound of music suddenly filled the room. “Behind the sofa!” He handed me my phone and got on his knees. “Aha! Got it.” Getting to his feet, he said, “If you need a cleaning guy, I’d be more than happy to help. I’m a little busy during the week, but I could squeeze you in on the weekend.”
“That’s really sweet of you, but Anna and I manage just fine.”
“This sofa could use some vacuuming.”
“People don’t normally go snooping under the cushions.”
“I wasn’t snooping. I was retrieving my property.”
“Which you left here on purpose.”
He appeared taken aback. “No way. I’d never do that, Ms. Bach. Can I call you Jillian?”
I cocked my head and stared at him. “You have giant coconut balls, Brandon. I’ll give you that much.”
He leaned in. “They’re not that big, but…I’ll let you see them, and you can judge for yourself.”
I laughed. He was entirely too much fun. “Okay. You have your phone. It’s late.” I moved towards the entryway. “Out with you.”
We were standing before the wooden buffet. “I can see you’re a little shy, Jillian, but really, I’m a nice guy once you get to know me.”
“Look, I’m flattered by your interest, but there’s a bit of an age difference. I’m not really fond of prison. Orange looks like death on me.”
He grinned. “You’re in luck. I just turned eighteen.”
“All the more reason to say goodnight right now.”
“The first time you saw me you thought I was in college, didn’t you?”
I sure did. “Um…probably.”
“I’m heading there real quick. I’ll be registered before you know it. I’m just waiting for my ACT scores to come back.”
He would probably ace math. “Good for you.”
“Are you dating anyone?”
My hand was on the doorknob. “That’s none of your business.”
“Your daughter pretty much said you weren’t.”
“She needs to learn to keep her mouth shut,” I grumbled.
“My dad just got divorced from my stepmom. My mom’s in Alaska with her husband and my half-sister. I know all about fucked up families. It’s been my reality for a long time.”
This declaration astounded me. “We aren’t fucked up, Mr. Delaney. I don’t use that word unless I’m really angry. My husband passed away. I�
��d still be married if he…was here.”
He touched my shoulder. “I’m sorry. I just assumed you were divorced.”
“Well, I’m not.” I sounded defensive. His hand felt warm and pleasing. I was beginning to tingle up and down my arm.
“Couldn’t we just hang out sometime?”
“That wouldn’t be a good idea.” For propriety’s sake, I stepped away from him.
“I’d really like to talk to you and get to know you better. I’ve seen you for months now. You make it hard to concentrate on working out. You’re a distraction.”
I was flustered and flattered all at the same time. “Anna says lots of girls throw themselves at you. I’m sure you can find one of them equally distracting.”
He neared. “None of them intrigue me like you do. Have you ever listened to teenage girls? It’s the most brain-numbing conversation ever.”
“You’ll find older girls at college.”
“I don’t plan that far ahead.”
He was getting far too close. I pulled open the door, but he closed it, and pushed me against it. I gasped, “Brandon!”
“I’ve a better idea. Let’s let our lips do the talking, and then maybe you’ll understand where I’m coming from.”
“You really have some nerv—”
His soft, persistent lips covered mine, silencing the protest. I didn’t want to encourage him, so I pushed against the steely wall of his chest, trying to dislodge him. He groaned and pressed into me. He must have showered after the gym, because he smelled of soap and shampoo. Even his breath smelled fresh. Charles’s breath was frequently fetid. I sometimes wondered if he needed to see a dentist.
Brandon’s hand drifted lower to my breast. He blazed a path of hot, wet kisses all over my neck. I combed my fingers through his hair, marveling at the softness of the strands. He skimmed my stomach, moving to my crotch, where he cupped my pussy and began to massage me over my underwear.
“Oh…”
I suddenly burned where he touched me, and as his hand slipped into my panties, I knew he could feel how wet I was. He stroked my slit, dipping into the silky folds and further. A finger drove into me, and I gasped.
“You’re so hot,” he whispered. Over and over his finger pleasured me, while soft kisses fell to my mouth, his tongue thrusting deep. “God, you’re amazing,” he breathed. “Take me to your bedroom.”
“No.”
He dropped to his knees, and, to my astonishment, lifted the nightgown and lowered my panties, sliding them down my thighs. Before I could stop him, his wet tongue was on my slit, stroking and dipping into the folds.
“Oh, Brandon.” Leaning against the door, I gave in to him, because it was just too good to resist. Over and over he drove deep, while nudging my clit with his nose. My fingers went to the top of his head. “Ooohh…ooohh…yes…”
I thrust my pussy into him wanting more. He obliged by fucking me even harder, driving in with all his might, coating his face in my wetness.
“Brandon!”
That final assault did me in, and as I shuddered and trembled against his mouth, I thought about how wicked it was, having sex in the foyer of my house with a stranger who was substantially younger. He stood then and unbuttoned his pants, freeing his cock, which was hard and jutting. He massaged himself, his breath gasping and ragged in my ear. I gripped his shoulders while he sought his own release.
“Oh, Jillian.”
He kissed me, while he continued to pull on the end of his cock. He moaned, and I felt wetness on my stomach. He shuddered and groaned against me. We stood pressed together for long minutes, neither moving an inch.
Reality slowly began to sink in. Things had gone way too far. “I…think you should go.”
“Are you sure?”
I nodded. “Yes.” That sounded weak.
“I want to see you again.”
“That’s not a good idea.”
“What are you gonna do, change gyms? Kick me outta the study group?”
“No.”
“Then we’ll see each other again.”
“Mom!”
“Out! Out you go.” I pulled my panties up, while Brandon lifted his pants. I practically shoved him from the house.
He stood on the front stoop and smiled like a naughty boy. “See ya later, Mrs. Robinson.”
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