Cayman Desires

by Simmons, Sabel

  When she walked back into the room, Raymond was gone. She gave a frustrated groan and fell on the bed. He had just walked out on her again! She crawled up the bed and settled on the rumpled sheets and pillows, clutching the sheet around her naked, but still pulsating body.

  She still attempted to recuperate from all the things he just did to her.

  A few minutes later, she nearly flew off the bed when he calmly walked back into the room, a packet in his hand. She gaped at him.

  “I thought you left …”

  He emptied the content of the packet on her bed. She gasped as packet after packet of condoms fell on the bed. She swung a heated look at him. “But I told you …”

  He started undressing, throwing his clothes on the nearby chair. Naked, he came down on top of her, his molten charcoal eyes smoldering into hers.

  “Quite frankly, my dear … I don’t trust you.”

  She gasped and tried to push him off her. “You don’t trust me! Get off me … NOW! What do you think I plan to do? I did not even invite you here! Get off me, I said!”

  “Oh, it might not be intentional, but I will not be lured back in your web by your iniquitous ways! I intend to take my fill of your delectable body, and you not being on the pill … is not going to hold me back…”

  She struggled in earnest against him now, trying to push him off, but the friction her actions caused heated her blood as well as his. She stopped when he pushed himself against her, rubbing his rigid erection against the apex between her legs where he was laying on top of the sheet.

  “Now … since you realize I am not budging and wasting valuable time… shall we start to deplete the stash I bought?”

  Before she could react, his mouth covered hers, whilst at the same time he ripped the sheet from between them and settled his naked body on top of hers.

  She tried to resist and willed her body not to react. What he just said swept through her mind. It was so cold, so calculating, as if he wanted just her body, nothing more.

  Depleting the stash … no … he would not use her … not like this … he would not break down her soul … he would not …

  But he did. Feeling the struggle within her, he patiently set out to seduce her, to awaken once again the fire in her body, forcing her to acknowledge her need for him, to give him her all.

  And she did. She gave him her all. She stopped resisting, even thinking, she just felt. She lost count on how many times he pulled her closer, gave her the most amazing pleasure and climaxes. It was a night filled with unadulterated passion and lust, and she, just like him, did not seem to be able to get enough of the other. Until eventually just as the sun’s rays peeked over the horizon, he left her to fall in an exhausted sleep.

  With the pirate’s week in full swing, Clarissa’s days were full and very busy. It suited her just fine, because at least that way she managed to forget about Raymond for brief periods.

  Very brief periods, but she could not close her mind against the rush of emotions and heat, coursing through her every time she remembered the night they spend together.

  Nor was his constant presence any consolation. He was everywhere, at the breakfast run, the beauty contests, the swimming contests even the Pirate’s war contest, which of course, he won. It seemed wherever she was, he was!

  Of course, it would have been heaven if he was there because of her, but everywhere he went he had the same petite bombshell that hung on him at the Pirate’s Week pre-party on his arm.

  He, of course, exulted in it. He smiled into her eyes, hung his arm around her shoulder, danced with her, and even kissed her when he was sure Clarissa was around to notice.

  It had been three days since their night together and apart from slanting fiery looks her way he ignored her. Judging by his attitude towards her one would never guess he spent a whole night making love with her a few nights ago!

  Clearly as he said, he got his fill of her in one night and was now off to his next prey!

  These thoughts assailed her mind while charging down the corridor on her way to the dining room, to ensure everything was ready for the little Pirates’ competition, which included a child’s dream feast of little hamburgers, hot dogs and chicken sticks, all decorated as if on a pirates’ deck.

  She rushed around a corner and nearly collided with the couple just leaving the lounge. She was going so fast there was no way she could sidestep them and collided directly with Raymond.

  She tried to step back so fast that she tripped over her own feet and started to fall. His hands closed around her arms and he heaved her upwards against him.

  “Careful there … you don’t want to hurt those pretty legs, now do you?” His voice was syrupy sweet and deep. It felt like a caress against her cheek.

  Her traitorous body started to tingle and she inhaled his scent like a starving sailor.

  “Let go of the poor women, darling. You don’t want her fainting on you!”

  The husky voice of the beautiful woman next to him grated on Clarissa’s ears and she clamped her teeth together, whilst tugging herself away from Raymond.

  His hands barely left her arms when the women pushed against him, mewing up at him. Clarissa had to force herself not to snort at the obnoxious woman! Could she not wait until they were in their room!

  She mumbled her excuses and shoved past them, flouncing through the dining room doors. She hardly took six steps when a hard hand on her arm drew her back. She swung around and came face to face with Raymond, her fuming eyes detecting the sulking woman a few feet away.

  “What do you want?”

  It came out in a sneer, but she didn’t care. He took pleasure in flaunting his latest fling at her all the time. Their night together obviously meant nothing to him. The anger heaved even higher inside her when he smirked and leaned close into her.

  “Ahh … but I told you what I want, my dear Clarissa. You …”

  His gaze burned insolently down her face to come to rest on her heaving breasts. When he noticed her budding nipples through her thin blouse, he raised his shimmering gaze to hers.

  “And I see the desire is reciprocated … still …”

  “Oh, you … you … one not enough for you nowadays I see! The blond on the one arm … and me on the other! Get away from me; I don’t want you to ever touch me again.”

  His grin widened and he lifted his hand to softly stroke down her cheek, brushing against her protruding nipple as he dropped his hand, his body shielding his action from the woman behind him, still glaring at Clarissa.

  She gasped and the fire still sizzling through her body at his soft touch. He brought his face closer to her and whispered softly against her cheek.

  “Jealous, my love? Don’t worry she does not have nearly as much passion as you do.” She gasped furiously but his gaze held her captive.

  “Oh no, my beauty, don’t for one moment think I’m done with you just yet. I only gave you a respite the past few days so you could recover. I’m sure you were quite sore and bruised after … “

  “Oh you … just shut up! Don’t you dare even mention that night! And stay away from me.” Twin spots of red on her cheeks were testimony of her fury.

  His hands fastened around her arms and capturing her glimmering green eyes with his blazing ones, vowed softly.

  “You don’t really want that. The other night has proven that much. And until I’m ready to stay away, I will come for you when and where it suits me.”

  He swung around, draped his arm around the petite woman and sauntered away, leaving Clarissa to bristle at the hidden insult. He just made it abundantly clear that all he wanted from her was just sex, nothing more.

  It felt as if he had just stabbed a dagger into her heart. She swallowed a few times to force back the sobs lodged in her throat, along with the tears shimmering in her eyes.

  The rest of the day was torture. Clarissa spent the afternoon on the spread out lawns overseeing the little pirates’ ship building competition. There were four teams of ten
youngsters; each offered the opportunity to build their own ship. The hotel sponsored all the materials and everywhere you looked there were eager young pirates, carrying around pieces of cardboard and thin wooden slates.

  Bette and Clarissa stood watching the building process after just handing out refreshments to everyone. Bette wiped her brow and smiled at Clarissa.

  “Aren’t they just the sweetest?” Clarissa laughed and nodded her head.

  “Aren’t they just. I wonder however, how much of the design and building process is really their efforts or those of their Dads. They seem to be just as caught up in it than the kids!”

  They both laughed and watched the contest heating up with all the Dads involved with each team. The little ones of course did not mind, as long as their ship was the best, they were happy.

  “Well, I suppose it is time to mingle and ensure that the actual building process is handled only by the little ones …” Full of laughter they skipped down the stairs to start their judging process.

  “Rissa! Look! Our ship is nearly finished! And it is the best one there is! Just look!”

  Robby’s excitement sparkled in his bright dark eyes, flashing in joy up at her. His little hand folded around hers as he pulled her closer to their ship.

  “See…”

  He pointed a crooked little finger outward as if she could miss the … ship … in front of her. She smiled warmly down at him.

  “I see Robby and it really is a nice ship. Who designed it?”

  Her one eyebrow lifted high as she squinted like a real pirate down at him. He shuffled from one foot to the other, and uhmed and ahed, until Miguel rescued him.

  “Don’t worry Robby; there was no stipulation that you can’t have assistance with the design as long as you and your team build it yourself.”

  “Oh, we did! We build it alone! Dad and Christopher’s dad helped us to design it. Right Chris?” He turned to a little blond haired boy busy gluing a piece of cardboard, which she assumed was a door to the cabin, in place. His head bobbed up and down, but he kept his gaze fixed on the job in front of him, his tongue peeking out his lips in concentration.

  “C’mon Rob, stop talking to the lady and help me!” Eagerly Robby squinted down next to him and the two small pairs of hands pressed down on the cardboard door to make sure it glued on properly.

  Miguel and Retha laughed and pulled Clarissa to one side. “It is so good to see Robby so happy and carefree. He does not make friends easily and has always been somewhat lonely. This trip really was the best thing we could have done for him.”

  On the other side of the ship in progress, Raymond glanced up and his gaze became fixated on the woman standing next to his aunt. He took in her windblown hair, tumbling down her back and took a shuddering breath at the warmth in her emerald green eyes gazing down at his son.

  A soft smile trembled on her mouth and her hand clawed over her heart. She seemed to have trouble breathing and he willed her gaze up to his.

  The moment their eyes met everything around them disintegrated. It was as if it were only the two of them at that moment. Even over the distance he noticed the pain and regret in her eyes. He frowned and took a step in her direction, which broke the connection. Hastily she excused herself and hurried away towards the hotel.

  He started after her, but Lizelle, the beautiful blond model that befriended him, grabbed hold of him. His eyes followed Clarissa until she disappeared through the hotel doors.

  Doubt, disbelief and hope battled inside him; did he interpret that look correctly? Did she regret the decision she made? Was she, as he did over the past five years, thinking that Robert could have been … should have been their child!

  Chapter Seven

  Clarissa trotted wearily to her cottage. The sun barely peeked over the horizon when she opened her door. She slept very badly over the past few days. Mainly because she slept in a different bed every night.

  Her desperate way of keeping Raymond out of hers caused her work to suffer. She growled as she caught sight of the dark circles under her eyes in the mirror.

  As she stood under the warm spray of the shower, she recalled the scene that prompted her to start sleeping in any available room in the hotel rather than in her own bed in her own cottage!

  Raymond was clearly determined to keep his threat of coming for her where ever, whenever. Three days ago she had just entered her cottage after the little pirates ship building competition, when she heard Lizelle, the blond always on Raymond’s arm, shrill, “Yohoo, Raymond darling!” just outside her cottage.

  She looked outside and with a shock met the irritated gaze of Raymond clashing with hers; literally two meters from her cottage. The blond woman’s high heels clattered on the pathway towards Ray, his eyes still locked on Clarissa. He was clearly torn on how to deal with the situation. The blaze in his eyes scorched hers and sent a message of such heat and desire it nearly singed her to the bone.

  “I’ll be back later,” he mouthed softly at her.

  She had breathed a sigh of relief when he turned around and walked towards the blond woman, took her arm and led her back towards the hotel. She had closed the door and sagged back against it.

  She knew that she would not have been able to send him away, if he entered her cottage and if that happened they would have made love. Just the thought of it caused ripples of longing to shiver along her body and the heat of her desire, pooled low in her stomach.

  She folded her arms around her body and realized that one way or another she needed to keep her sanity, and the only way she would achieve that was to stay away from Raymond. Thereby ensuring he did not have the opportunity to seduce her again, because it would not take much effort for him to get her back in his bed!

  That was when she decided to stay away from her cottage, not to be there at night, should he come around looking for her. Luckily for her there were a few rooms available over the next week or so until Miguel’s guests started arriving for their party as some of the guests already started departing with the winding down of the Pirates Festival.

  She soaked in the bath for a while, then wrapped a fluffy white towel around her body and went to stand in front of her bedroom window, towel drying her hair. She sighed as she took in the beautiful beach in front of her.

  She heard the front door open and close and she froze for a moment. Before she got around her bed, Raymond appeared in the bedroom doorway. She lowered the towel and her hungry gaze caressed his sweaty body. Clearly he had been jogging.

  She gasped as he unceremoniously pulled his t-shirt up and over his head. She watched it floating to the chair in the corner. When he pushed his shorts down her eyes darted up to his, trying to ignore his full arousal rearing upward, strong and proud.

  “Wha … what are you doing?”

  He watched her with such intensity she felt it down to her toes. He kicked his sneakers off and the next moment he stood right in front of her. His gaze bored into hers, deeply, completely, as if there were nothing and no one else on earth.

  His hand lifted to pull the towel away and she frantically clutched it closer to her, stepping back at the same time.

  Relentlessly he followed, his fiery gaze never leaving hers.

  “Ray … stop this … you have to … no ...!”

  Helplessly she watched the towel flutter to the floor as he effortlessly wrestled it from her grip. His hands closed around her arms and he pulled her up against his hard body. His erection scorched her belly with searing fire.

  She gasped; his gaze refused to release hers. “Remember, this is your own fault!” he ground out just before his lips descended on hers.

  He plundered her mouth, claimed her, branding her relentlessly with his lips and tongue. He drank deeply from her mouth, his tongue urging hers to mate with his, her mouth to drink from his. He walked her backwards slowly, his hands burning hot on her back. He pushed his one leg between hers and lowered her quickly to the bed.

  He entered her hard and deep at the sa
me time her back hit the mattress. So easily, since her body was wet and ready for him the moment he pulled his shirt off. She gasped and her nails dug into his back as he filled her to the hilt, slowly rotating inside her, stretching her and groaned when she tightened her inner muscles around him.

  He straightened his arms so that their eyes met. Then he started moving inside her. Not as she expected slow and gentle, but hard, deep and fast. His strong face filled her vision, so that only he surrounded every aspect of her.

  Her eyes fluttered closed.

  “No, open your eyes … look at me…” She lifted her lids, her passion filled eyes drowning in the heat of his.

  He watched the emotions battling with each other inside her. He identified each one as it flashed in her eyes. The helpless desire and heat, the intense pleasure and the widening of her eyes as he gentled his thrusts and pushed even deeper, rotated again and at the same time gently swirled his thumb over her swollen clitoris.

  He ground his teeth together, forcing his body to hold his release back, to thrust slow and deep. He swirled his thumb faster and watched her back arch clear off the bed, pushing her head into the pillow. He wanted her to find her release this way, without any other touches or caresses. He wanted her to acknowledge the need of her body for his. At the same time, he punished himself and had to grind on his teeth to ignore her luscious aroused breasts jutting invitingly towards him.

  She stopped breathing and he feverishly plunged fast and deep. He gripped her hips, holding her in place. The ripples of her climax gripped him so tightly he could hold back no longer. He pushed down once more and felt his seed spurting from him and with her climax milking him he threw his head back and gave a shout at the intensity of it.

  Clarissa felt her orgasm bolt through her so strong and deep it bordered on pain. She heard his shout and looked up at him. His head was thrown back, his lips clamped together and the veins strained against his neck as proof of the intensity of his orgasm.