Make Me Crazy: An Older Man Younger Woman Steamy Stranded Romance

by Adele Hart

  I slide my arm under her tummy and lift her off the table, so she’s standing in front of me, my cock buried deep inside her still. I run both hands up to her breasts and suck on her neck while I pinch and tease her sensitive nipples. We stay like this for a long time, both of us recovering from what just happened.

  When it’s over, I turn her to me and hold her in my arms, resting my lips on her forehead while she melts into me. My heart bursts with emotion as I hold her. Nothing has ever felt this right before. Not with any woman. Only her. I could stay here forever with her, fucking her and holding her. But since our hours are limited before someone finds us, I need to make the most of the time I’ve got with her.

  Chapter 9

  Paige

  After we finish in the kitchen, Mac carries me to the ocean so we can go skinny dipping. The sun is going down, taking the heat out of the day and bringing a lazy glow to the world. We swim together in the crystal clear Caribbean water and the feeling of being completely nude in the sea frees me from the shackles of my busy life.

  Mac grabs my wrist and pulls me to him, then takes me in his arms. Our mouths meet and he kisses me senseless. I wrap my legs around his waist and wiggle against his rock-hard cock, wanting him again.

  “Mac, I want you to know that I’ve never…acted this way with anyone,” I tell him. “I’ve never done any of the things I just did with you. I’m like someone else when I’m with you. Some sort of sex freak.”

  “You’re not a freak. You’re uninhibited which is pretty much every guy’s dream.” He gives me a soft kiss on the lips. “The fact that you’ve never let yourself go like this with another man makes it all so much better.”

  “It’s true. I’ve never felt this free before.”

  He grins down at me. “Stick with me, baby girl, and you’ll be this free every damn day.”

  “You may be stuck with me if no one finds us.” I close my eyes, taking in the feeling of his lips on my earlobe.

  “At this moment, I don’t give a fuck if we ever get rescued,” he says, his hot breath against my ear. “The only thing I care about is having you again.”

  The clear blue water laps over our shoulders and Mac’s touch warms my insides. I want him now and forever, as crazy as that sounds. I’ve barely had sex before in my life, I know that, but until today I’ve never been touched by a real man. A bronzed, chiselled, hard-as-fuck man. And now that he’s touched me and fucked me and sucked me and licked me, there is no one else’s touch, or tongue, or cock, that I want to feel. There is only him.

  He finds his way inside me again, stretching my tight heat. Mac controls my every move with his strong hands on my ass, setting the pace that he knows will bring me the most pleasure. It doesn’t take much of his dick rubbing my clit and filling my pussy before I come, the sound of my cries getting lost in the waves of the sea. When I’m done, he carries me to shore, then lays me down on the lounge chair, where everything started today.

  He stands at the end of the chair, his eyes raking over my naked body. “Where do you want me to come, baby?”

  I grab my breasts with both hands and fondle them. “Right here.”

  “You want me to give you a pearl necklace?”

  “Yes, give me something pretty to wear.” I give him a sexy grin, even though inside I’m shocked at what a dirty girl I’ve become.

  He grins back at me, his body dripping with water, his dark hair soaked. He takes my hands and pulls me up so I’m sitting with my ass at the end of the chair. Then, he holds his cock in one hand, aiming it at my mouth. I moan with desire, then lick my lips and part them to make room for his big dick. He slides it in and out, slowly, deeply, over and over. I take every inch I can, leaving a lot out, but he seems to be enjoying himself all the same. I feel his cock twitch with excitement and he’s completely engorged.

  He pulls out and gives his cock two hard tugs, then comes, squirting his white ropey liquid all over my big tits while I hold them up to him. I’m so turned on that I feel a fresh warmth pool between my legs and my pussy throbs so hard that I have to touch it to make it stop. I run my wet fingers down from my breasts to my pussy, then lay back and start to rub myself while he watches. I spread my legs and make quick, light circles around my clit, feeling myself grow even more soaked with each turn of my hand. I close my eyes, knowing he’s watching me. As I get closer to coming, I feel his fingers against my pussy. He thrusts them in while I keep working myself into a creamy lather. I feel his finger rimming my butt hole and it both shocks and pleases me. My eyes fly open and I see him kneeling before me, staring at my pussy with his eyes full of lust. Pressing my ass down toward his fingers, I wiggle a little so I can feel more of him there.

  “Oh, God, Mac, that’s so good. No one’s touched me there before.” I pant, lifting myself, hoping he’ll go in a little farther.

  He chuckles a little, then says, “That’s far enough for now. You’re not ready for more yet.”

  “But I want more,” I pout.

  I gyrate my hips up and down, then in big circles, shameless in my need to come again.

  “Fuck, you’re so hot,” Mac growls. I look down and see that he’s hard again already and I feel wild and powerful, knowing I could do that to him so fast.

  The sight makes me come so hard the world turns white for a few seconds. When it’s over, he pulls his hand out, then lifts me up onto my feet. He spins me around and bends me over so I’m standing in front of him with my hands on the chair.

  He enters me fast this time, his steel rod pumping into me with force as he holds me by my waist. The blood rushes to my head, making the sensations so much more intense, and even though I’ve had so many orgasms today I’ve lost count, I’m ready for another one. My juices from my last orgasm make it easier for him to glide in and out, even though he’s so thick. He fills every inch of me as he fucks me, then just when he’s about to come, he presses his thumb to my butt hole and holds it just inside, drawing a deep and powerful climax out of me. The earth shakes as we both come together, our bodies writhing as he pumps his come into me again.

  When we’re both finished, he pulls out, then spins me to him, kissing me gently on the mouth as he lifts me up and carries me back into the water. We hold each other and kiss and caress, exploring each other’s bodies as the sun goes down.

  “I can’t believe I’m about to say this, but I’m really fucking glad we crashed,” he says.

  “Me too. I mean, I wish it had happened on the way back from my sister’s wedding, but otherwise, I don’t think I’ve ever been this happy in my life.” My stomach growls and Mac laughs a little as it rumbles against his body.

  “Hungry, baby?”

  “A little.”

  “Let’s get you some food.”

  Chapter 10

  Mac

  I just caught and cleaned a good-sized snapper for our supper. Lucky, since it’s tough to catch fish after dark. Tomorrow, I’ll try to get to it sooner in the day. Paige is in the house making a big pot of rice, so it’ll be a simple but tasty meal for us. I wash up my hands at the sink on the outside of the house, then fire up the barbecue and get to work grilling the fish. There’s a working generator behind the house and a light above the grill so I can see what I’m doing. I smile to myself, thinking about Paige.

  Even though she’s just in the house, I miss her. I know that’s stupid, but I can’t help myself. I want to be near her all the time. I can’t wait to sit with her and eat some supper and find out more about her, like for example, her age. I know it’s the wrong order of things, but when you’re stranded on a deserted island with someone, all bets are off. You do what you need to, and in my case, I needed to fuck her senseless.

  The door opens and she walks out carrying some candles. “I thought we could eat outside on the porch.”

  “Sounds perfect. Do you need any help setting the table?”

  “No, thanks. I’ve got it.” She sets the candles down and walks over, wrapping her arms around me and ki
ssing me on the back while I cook. “Guess what? I found a mango tree behind the house and picked a nice ripe, juicy mango for our dessert.”

  She hurries back into the house and I watch her go, enjoying her enthusiasm for our little meal. I like a girl who can appreciate the simple things in life and part of me wonders if she could get used to a life like this with me. I know she’s a big city girl, but maybe she’d be willing to slow down and live easy like me. I shake off the thought, deciding it’s too much to hope for.

  We open a bottle of the wine from the fridge and eat by the light of the moon and the candles she set out. I’m content in a way I never have been before and it has everything to do with her.

  “So, tell me about yourself, Paige,” I say, topping up her wine.

  She picks it up and smiles, looking suddenly a little shy. “I don’t know where to start.”

  “How old are you?”

  “Seventeen.”

  My mouth drops open and I back my chair away from the table.

  “Just fucking with you. I’m twenty-four.” She bursts out laughing.

  “Not funny.”

  “You can spank me later.” She winks at me, drawing out a grin from my lips. “How old are you?”

  “Thirty-eight.”

  “Why aren’t you married?”

  “Lots of reasons, I suppose. I joined the Marines when I was eighteen, so it’s not that easy to find the right girl among that crowd. Got sick of the Marine Corps life, so I retired early and moved down here so I could fly who I wanted when I wanted to fly.”

  “Like me?”

  I chuckle. “Exactly.”

  “But, you must meet lots of women now with your job. How come you haven’t settled down?”

  “I meet lots of horny tourists, but I’ve never met one I’ve wanted to keep.” I stare at her and swallow hard. Might as well man up and say it. “Until now.”

  Paige blushes, looking up from under her long eyelashes at me. “Don’t say it if you don’t mean it.”

  “I mean everything I say, Paige. That’s one thing you need to know about me. I don’t like games and I don’t play them.”

  “Well in that case, I’m very happy that you came back for me.”

  “Me too.” I reach out and take her hand in mine, lacing my fingers through hers. “I just realized you changed the subject. I was asking about you and so far, all I know is your age.”

  “Right. Okay, well, I grew up in New Hampshire. My dad’s a stock broker which means he lived in Manhattan most of my childhood and would generally come home on weekends. My mom’s an interior designer, which is code for she spends all her time and a lot of their money redecorating their house over and over. I have two brothers, Cade and Ben, and one sister, Brooke, the bride. I’m the baby of the family and they still treat me that way, even though I’ve been on my own for six years now. So, that sort of sucks. My sister is marrying—or I guess married—a funds manager she met through our father. He seems nice enough. They make the perfect couple. Good-looking, ambitious, they want the same things…two kids, a boy and a girl, of course, matching BMW SUV’s on the driveway, a beach house in the Hamptons…”

  “Ahh, I see. And what about you? What do you want?”

  She shakes her head and laughs a little, but she sounds more frustrated than amused. “I want success and money, but not because I care about having things, it’s because I don’t want to end up like my mom. She relies on my dad for everything, and it’s really scary to me. I mean, he’s not always that nice to her, and he definitely doesn’t respect her, but she stays anyway because she’s kind of helpless on her own.”

  I nod, starting to understand this girl. “Hence, your ten-year plan.”

  “Yup. If you fail to plan, you plan to fail…”

  “What if you found someone to build a life with you, someone who’ll respect you and support you? Is it okay to depend on him then?”

  “I guess so, but does that really happen? Can you really find a person who will be just perfect for you and you can trust to have your back like that?”

  “I believe it can happen, Paige.”

  “If you believe it, why haven’t you found that with someone yet?”

  “Because I only found you yesterday.”

  She freezes for a second and I’m suddenly terrified that I’ve said too much, but then the biggest grin spreads across her face. “Really?”

  “Really. Come here.” I pull her onto my lap and we kiss and hold each other for a long time. Then I feed her the rest of the mango while she sits on me.

  “Did you get enough to eat?”

  “Yes, I feel just right.”

  “Good, because I want to take you to bed now and show you exactly how perfect you are.”

  We make love until the sun starts to come up, unable to stop ourselves until we’re both beyond exhaustion. I’ve never felt this way about anyone before, like she’s the very air I breathe. Paige is asleep in my arms as I start to drift off. This is our first night together and instead of feeling freaked out, I’m excited that I’ll get to wake up with her in my arms later this morning. I want it to be the first day of a lifetime of waking up next to her perfect curvy body. I think about the possibility of being rescued tomorrow and make a silent prayer that we’ll have another few days alone together so she can fall in love with me before the world finds us.

  Chapter 11

  Paige

  The next five days are amazingly perfect. I’m drunk on Mac the entire time. He makes love to me every way I’ve ever imagined and a bunch of ways I haven’t. I don’t care about missing the wedding now. I don’t care about the fact that I should be going back to work today. I only care about his touch, his kiss, feeling the weight of his hard body on mine, and feeling him fill me again the next time. We barely put on clothes, choosing to do most things in the nude (except cooking—that could be dangerous).

  I would stay here forever with him if I could. The only thing I would change is that I’d somehow get word to my family that I’m alive, because when I think about what they must be going through, I feel sick inside. So far, we haven’t seen one ship or one plane going overhead, but I know it’s just a matter of time.

  Right now, we’re in the hammock together in the shade. Mac is dozing and I’m snuggled into his body, breathing in the scent of him as my mind drifts from my real life to this fantasy I’m living. My heart aches at the thought of being rescued because I’m terrified that I’m going to lose him as soon as someone finds us. There’s no way he’d move to New York with me. He’s living his dream and I wouldn’t want him to give up his life in paradise for me. But, my world is in Manhattan. That’s where my friends are, my family isn’t so far away, and that’s where I’ve been busting my ass for years now to earn my place as a real estate mover and shaker.

  When I think of that life, though, somehow it seems so cold and lonely. The thought of putting on a suit and some heels and hailing a cab on a wintry morning doesn’t appeal to me in the least. I used to live for my job—the excitement of it all, the fast-pace, the being plugged-in twenty-four hours a day just in case someone wants to make an offer. But, now, laying in Mac’s arms, swaying in the warm breeze, none of that matters to me. I have everything I need right here. We have food, we have love (I hope), and we have somewhere to sleep at night.

  I think about the fact that we’re not using protection and a spark of hope grows inside me. What if I’m pregnant? That would mean I’d always be bound to Mac, no matter what. I know that it’s a stupid thing to do and even dumber way to think about it, but I’m just so hopelessly in love with him, that I want anyway I can to stay connected with him.

  “What are you thinking?” His eyes open and he tilts his head to look down at me.

  “How’d you know I was awake?”

  “Because I know the sound of your breathing when you sleep. It’s a bit loud and very rhythmic.”

  I smile, blushing a little at the description. “How do you know me so well after
only a few days?”

  “I make it a habit to pay attention to what matters.”

  “Do I matter to you, Mac?”

  “Of course you do. I’m surprised you even have to ask.” He sounds irritated.

  “This is all just so new, I don’t know what to think.”

  “Then let me tell you what to think. You matter to me more than anyone ever has. That’s not going to change, even if we get off this island tomorrow.”

  I lift my head up and stare at him a moment. “You sure?”

  “Would I be working so hard at putting a baby in you if I wasn’t sure?”

  The idea of it makes me grin like a fool. “Is that what you’re trying to do? I thought it was about pleasuring me.”

  “That too, darling, but if we left here and you were carrying my child, I think I’d be the happiest man on earth.” He kisses me on the mouth, his tongue sliding in between my parted lips and before I know it, he’s lifted me out of the hammock and walked me back to the house. He sets me down on the patio table and spreads my legs wide, then takes his hand and rubs my pink pussy until I’m soaked and ready for him.

  I lay back and tug at my nipples, watching him as he lines himself up with me and pushes his way inside my tight warmth. “Oh, yes, Mac. Just like that. Give it to me now. Put a baby in me.”

  My words spur him on and he loses control, fucking me so hard that the table starts to move. He slams himself into me over and over, making a slapping sound every time he’s in to the hilt. He’s so deep inside me now that I can hardly take it. It’s almost too much but I like it. I need it. I want it.

  When he comes, it’s with a loud growl that comes from deep inside his muscle-bound body. The sound vibrates through me, setting off an explosion, making my toes curl and my entire body tense up with the force of my orgasm. He slams himself into me again and again, and I feel the pulsing of his giant cock as he fills me again. We’re too caught up to notice that a helicopter is overhead until it’s too late.