Dino Island 2

by J R Hogan

She looked directly at me. “You’re a brat, too.”

  I scoffed. “How – no – you’re the only person who’s ever said such a thing to me.”

  She raised an eyebrow. “You fucked three different women while I had to wait patiently. What do you call someone who demands constant attention at the expense of other people’s needs?”

  My jaw flopped like a fish. I struggled to form a response in this foreign territory: she had accused me of being emotional, and my emotions got in the way of a logical argument that I had never faced.

  “They forced me-”

  “I didn’t say otherwise, Professor Swift. I said that you had your needs fulfilled, which was true.”

  My blood pressure skyrocketed. “You ignored me for days,” I pressed through clenched teeth.

  “And how did that feel?” she asked, hands on her slender hips.

  I shook my head, reaching for elusive grip on an argument that kept slipping away. “I’ve wanted you for longer than I admitted to myself, even before we kissed, but very intensely since then,” I confessed, my defenses dropping. “I had to wait, too.”

  She smiled. “But you had three women to calm the tension. That wasn’t fair.”

  My heart went into jackhammer mode. I had poured my heart out in hopes that it would soften her, but she was still playing with me, like sticky putty. “How is it unfair?” I insisted. “I don’t see how I got something you wanted – I was only with women.”

  She folded her arms. “You think I don’t want that?”

  My head spun. It felt like the last of my control was gone; I hadn’t felt this way since I was eighteen, unable to articulate myself to the women who controlled my heart, wishing desperately that I could have some sort of resolution to fiery emotions that I didn’t understand.

  She was splitting me open.

  Then Daisy took my head in her soft hands and pulled me forward. I felt both lost and found as her blue eyes became the only thing I could see. “You saved me, Professor,” she answered. “More than once and in more than one way. I needed to get inside of you, because I need you inside of me.” She stroked my cheek, and relaxation washed over me as she wiped the tension away. My mind was suddenly empty, drifting like helium. “You know how I feel about you, and it scares us both together.”

  That kiss was less aggressive, more tender. I felt like we were laughing and crying with our lips. For a moment, I didn’t know where she ended and I began.

  Pulling our shirts off each other was frustrating, because neither of us wanted to break the kiss. I clutched her tightly once they were free, my mind soaring higher upon feeling her bare stomach against mine. I reached for her bra clasp on instinct, fumbling with it as she giggled. Daisy reached behind and released it with a flick of her fingers. She was magic, pure and simple.

  I lifted her little frame. Daisy wrapped her legs around my waist and arms around my neck just as she had at the edge of the cliff, kissing me with the frustration that I had felt and she had nurtured. I reached around her ass, sliding my fingers between her legs. Even through the fabric of her shorts, she was damp. Warm, bordering on hot. I pressed harder and she gasped again.

  Then Daisy rested her elbows on my shoulders and lifted her chest to my face. I could nearly take an entire breast in my mouth, squeezing my teeth on her nipple. She whimpered as I bit, so I closed my teeth tighter. She pulled my hair enough to hurt and wrapped her arms around my head like she was cracking a walnut. I bit harder still. We were hurting each other and loving the pain: there was simply no other way to articulate the intensity of how we affected each other.

  Then Daisy snaked one arm to her crotch. I realized that she needed to touch herself, to slide a finger along a thirsty clit that begged for attention.

  I had gotten to her as much as she had gotten to me.

  I gingerly dropped her to the sand. She stood at attention, her silhouette now illuminated by the backdrop of glowing embers beneath an inky sky. Daisy remained complacent and motionless as I unfastened her shorts and lowered then to her bare feet.

  She had elected not to wear panties.

  I found myself kneeling in front of her uncovered pussy, pretty and glistening in the starlight. I was kissing it before deciding to move. It looked warm and sounded wet as my senses mixed together and her skin yielded beneath my tongue while her hands pressed against the back of my head.

  I could feel her breath through her hips.

  “Wait,” she ordered again, stepping out of her shorts and moving backward.

  I whimpered aloud, a thirsty man in the desert who had been denied the water that momentarily touched his lips.

  She reached out her hand and I took it as she pulled me toward the jungle. “I can’t wait, Daisy,” I grunted.

  “Then come,” she teased as we walked forward.

  I moved in a daze as she led me to where the other three lay sleeping.

  Five feet away from their heads, she stopped and knelt in the soft soil. Daisy quickly untied my shoes and pulled them off with my socks.

  “What are you doing?” I whispered, trying not to wake the others.

  She ignored my question, simply unfastening my belt and unzipping my jeans.

  “Daisy, what are you – oh, fuck,” I gasped as she wrapped her lips around my dick. “Daisy, how – how are you this good at-”

  I couldn’t finish my sentence as she pumped her head faster while wrapping both hands around my shaft, one on top of the other, sliding and squeezing her fingers in the perfectly harmonized way to ignite every single nerve in a choreographed sequence.

  I gurgled.

  Then she stopped, and I nearly cried. “You can’t finish yet, Professor,” she explained, wiping her mouth. Daisy pulled my pants the rest of the way down and I stepped out of them, now naked with her. She stood in front of me, taking my hands in hers, as we faced each other. Since she was much shorter, my dick pressed into her chest just below her breasts. She leaned into it, leaving a trail of precum along her soft skin.

  “Let’s go back to the sand,” I begged, trying to hide my desperation. “I can’t wait any more.”

  She giggled. “No.”

  Vertigo nearly knocked me off my feet.

  “If you want to have me, take me right here.”

  CHAPTER FORTY-SEVEN

  TOC

  My jaw fell.

  “I waited while each of them had their turn. Now I finally get my chance while they’re on the sidelines.”

  I shook my head. “They – they might see or hear us-”

  Daisy pulled my head down so that she could whisper into my ear. “Don’t you love the feeling of knowing that someone might be watching?”

  “I, um-”

  “Well I do, Professor Swift, so fuck me right now.”

  I pounced. She was pinned beneath me before I understood what I was doing, her legs wrapped around my back so that her open pussy sat waiting for me.

  Daisy was extremely tight, but so wet that I slid halfway inside of her on the first thrust. Her eyes bulged before she grinned at me.

  Sarah was delicate; Jessica was confident; Ling was an enigma. Each of these aspects could only truly be experienced once I was inside of her, after our foreheads connected and we breathed the same air. Daisy was different; she was the opposite of delicate while still being malleable, but no word existed to capture what I felt.

  “Split me open, Professor,” she grinned.

  I slid all the way inside, feeling myself disappear into her depths. She opened her mouth in a silent scream. I pumped again, and her jaw dropped lower – but still no sound came out.

  I understood.

  I had finally, finally found a way to keep her from wrapping my mind around her words, from playing every one of my emotions like a seasoned violinist, from bending my thoughts to her intent while I lacked the analytical prowess to keep up with her nimble whims and tongue. As long as I was penetrating her completely, scraping t
he back of her deepest parts, she couldn’t speak, and I finally, finally found a way out from beneath her control.

  I slid my hands beneath Daisy’s thighs and lifted her legs, parting them wide. I pressed down on the backs of her knees so that they touched her ears, her tiny feet held up to the sky, and I pushed.

  Her jaw and eyes opened wider.

  I leaned forward and put my body weight onto my hands, pinning her knees in place, and forced the rest of my own weight into my hips as I withdrew and then dropped into her. My abs and thighs burned with the effort as I bounced as fast as I could go. A distant part of my mind told me that my muscles couldn’t keep up, that I was stretching my hips and core to the absolute limit of pain, but the waves of slick ecstasy sliding through my dick cancelled out all other sensations. She had tormented me, cared for me, controlled me, complicated me, and completed me, and now the only, only, only way for me to feel whole was to pump and pump and fill Daisy as her eyes consumed me and her lungs couldn’t take in enough air to voice the control we had over one another.

  I pulled my hands away from her legs and positioned my shoulders behind her knees. Then I took both of her slender wrists and pinned them above her head with my left arm, pressing my body weight against them so they wouldn’t budge. I moved my right hand to her clit, taking a moment to feel the vibrations that my sliding dick sent trembling through her waist. Then my thumb found her clit and she threw her head back.

  But she was still silent.

  I rubbed furiously without slowing my pumping. She tried to speak but couldn’t.

  I moved faster.

  I felt it coming, the same way a roller coaster drop hangs on a moment of pressurized silence just before stability is lost.

  She shrieked and rolled her hips into mine, but made no other sound as she shut her eyes tight. Her pussy became impossibly wetter, more slick, and I heard her begging with emotion but no noise to make her cum as long as possible, to drag it out and let me control her for just a moment as she lowered every one of her defenses to me.

  I don’t know if it was one orgasm or three, but it took several minutes to resolve.

  Finally, her face slackened. I dropped my hand from her clit and clutched her wrists with both hands. From that position, I was able to thrust faster still, and her silent expression told me that I was penetrating her even deeper than she ever had been.

  It was the look in her eyes that finally finished me. I knew that I had split her apart in ways that she’d never felt; the same was true for me. The only sufficient expression was to make that reality physical, embracing the baseness of our primal instincts as we mixed pleasure and pain to break ourselves whole.

  She remained speechless as I came into her. For a blank, transcendental moment, everything made sense.

  Then my thighs fell out of sync with my hips. My abs burned, my quads burned, my knees burned. Heaving, I slid out of Daisy, looking down as a gossamer strand of shared juices connected us even after our parting.

  Then I collapsed. I wrapped Daisy in my arms, spooning her as she turned her head to meet my lips.

  Our cheeks slid quietly against each other, and that might have been the single most intimate moment of our night.

  I laid my head on her neck and wrapped her in a protective, full-body embrace.

  We rested.

  Just before drifting off to sleep, a sudden thought struck me. In a different headspace, I even might have panicked. But the gentle afterglow permeated every part of my mind; it seemed impossible that anything could be wrong with the world.

  “Do you think they heard us?” I whispered.

  From a few feet away came the sound of giggles.

  CHAPTER FORTY-EIGHT

  TOC

  We slept where we lay. In another time, I might have been uncomfortable sleeping naked in the grass beneath the night sky. But it turns out that we need far less than we have, and most of the warmth we crave can be found in other people.

  I drifted in an out of sleep. A soft, indefinite sensation of warm joy preceded knowledge each time; I knew I was happy before I remembered why. The feminine scent of vanilla and raspberry reminded me upon waking that Daisy was still folded against my body like every physical contour was a newly discovered missing piece that fixed some long forgotten brokenness. I had always loved analytical thinking and logical order; but this intense, emotional, bratty girl mixed yin and yang to make me feel whole through her storm.

  Then I would fall asleep again.

  I awoke after the sun had risen to find that Daisy had left my side. I was cold.

  My clothes had been folded neatly and laid nearby, making me feel both cared for and alone.

  After dressing, I walked out of the jungle to find all four women sitting by the fire. They had cut strips of raptor bacon and were cooking them on the ends of long sticks.

  Conversation stopped when I appeared, four pairs of eyes locked on me. Sarah covered her mouth with her hand, her face turning red; Ling bore through me with a gaze that conveyed the smile hidden from her stoic lips; Jessica glowed with approval as she flashed an open-mouthed grin; and Daisy once again worked to hide every emotion from me with a sullen glare.

  This time, however, Daisy failed. I sensed her joy, connection, and vulnerability with nothing more than proximity.

  Jessica and Sarah rose to meet me. Sarah handed me a hot stick with three bacon slices as Jessica ran her fingers through my hair and pulled my collar down to meet Sarah’s lips. We kissed as I took my breakfast from her. Then Jessica took me by the hand and led me to the far side of the fire, sitting me between Ling and Daisy. Ling raked her fingernails across my neck as I slid my hand into Daisy’s, rubbing my thumb across her knuckles.

  We were lost and low on supplies, no more than a day away from starvation, and there was no place I’d rather be.

  • • •

  With all of our kitchen supplies gone, we didn’t have much to clean. We gathered around the fire after everyone had bathed in the river.

  “So,” Jessica asked after I returned, wet hair dripping, “now what?”

  I squatted so that we could all be at the same level while we talked. “Food is going to be a constant issue until we recover our supplies. We’re going to have to go back and harvest more of the melons we found in the stegosaurus grove. Without the Spinosaurus, though, it should be a much safer journey.” I sighed and ran my fingers through my hair. “After that, we’re going to have to counterattack. We need our food and ammunition back – but more importantly, we need to live without fear. I don’t know why the jungle men have decided to torment us, but we must react to it. Our only options are to fight back or… we have to fight back. That’s all there is to it.”

  “You want to track their movements again?” Jessica asked as she played with her long, blonde hair. Her legs were spread out in front of her like a bronze tribute to all things feminine and beautiful. I forcibly turned away to keep from getting distracted, only to find myself gawking at Sarah’s chest.

  “Professor?” Jessica asked, snapping my mind back into focus.

  I took a deep breath and picked up my train of thought again. “We’re going to track them, but on our terms. Last time, we followed where they led us. That’s what gave them such an advantage.”

  “That’s what caused Chastity to fall,” Ling added. She wasn’t vindictive or happy; Ling’s seemingly impenetrable visage was holding back misery.

  I stroked her cheek, and she turned her wide, brown eyes toward me. “Hey. I had my issues with Chastity as well, but I didn’t want to lose her.” I pursed my lips. “I’ll never be the same again. It’s impossible to know someone without being affected by them, and it’s impossible to care about someone without eventually being hurt.” I reached out and took Daisy’s hand in mine. “We are the choices that we make. Nothing more, nothing less. Chastity was the only one of us responsible for the decision to bring our group into an unfamiliar world. We didn’t g
et a say in her choice, so we don’t need to feel guilty about the consequences she’s facing because of it.”

  In a rare display of softness, Ling rested her head on my shoulder. I stroked her long, black hair, taking in the scent of cinnamon and coffee. “And only one of us made the decision to return here after going home.”

  Daisy squeezed my hand. I turned to her and failed to puzzle out her complex expression, eventually deciding that it was a witch’s brew of joy and sadness.

  “Do you regret the choices you’ve made?” she asked in a quiet voice.

  I looked up at the cloudless blue sky and smiled. “People regret having to let go of things. They think that means life is unfair. But letting go is just a chance to find out what’s worth holding on to.”