Flying High

by T. Turner, Olivia

  “Good."

  My heated eyes drop to the slender curve of her throat as she swallows hard, thinking about it. “It is rather hot…”

  “And that water looks perfect…” I add.

  She gives me a mischievous little smile and then turns to make her way down to the beach. I rush down ahead of her, not wanting to leave her on her own. I want my hands on her for every step down the slippery rocks.

  This goddess is under my protection now and I’m not going to let her twist an ankle or slip on that beautiful ass.

  “Wow,” she says when she steps on the beach and looks around. “This must be the most beautiful spot on the planet.”

  “The most beautiful spot with the most beautiful girl.”

  “Stop it,” she says, blushing.

  “What?”

  “The most beautiful girl? Please. I’ve seen knockouts every day that I’ve been here.”

  “They don’t compare to you. Not in the least.”

  She laughs. I don’t.

  I’m deadly serious.

  She trembles as I step up to her, my hungry eyes feasting on her beauty. “You are absolutely stunning, Nia. This beach can’t compare to you, nothing Mother Nature has created can compare to you. Your eyes are more radiant than the most luxurious diamonds, your beautiful skin more lush than the rainforests in the Amazon, your curves more tempting than a refreshing turquoise lagoon on a hot day.

  “I’ve been struggling around you, Nia. These lips…”

  She moans as I look down at them, wanting so badly to taste her sweetness. They’re so full and juicy, looking tastier than a ripe peach. I slide my hands onto her waist and she trembles under my touch.

  “You’re truly mine now, sweet girl. We’re not leaving this beach until you agree.”

  She licks her lips as the excitement in her eyes intensifies. “I don’t think I’ll ever want to leave this beach again.”

  We stare at each other for a long heated moment as the thunderous waves crash into the rocks behind me. I knew this was more than a passing attraction or a casual lust. It’s something different. Something deeper.

  It’s what two people feel when they just know they’re soul mates. That they belong together above all else.

  I lean down for a kiss, but she slips out of my hands and disappears with a giggle.

  My cock aches to be near her. I’m so hard it hurts.

  All I can do is watch in wonder as she bounds down the beach and pulls off her shirt.

  Her long black hair tumbles down her bare back and I stand there transfixed like I’m staring at an angel frolicking in the sand.

  “Swimming first,” she says as she shoots me a devilish look over her shoulder. “Kissing later.”

  I watch with my breath lodged in my throat as she unbuckles her grey shorts and slides them down her thick black thighs. She kicks them off with an innocent laugh and my dick throbs as I stare at her in her panties and bra, her nice round ass tempting me like never before.

  The hunger of desire swirling within me like a storm is too much to take and I charge forward, ready to take what’s mine.

  Chapter Four

  Nia

  * * *

  I must have lost my damn mind.

  For some reason, I’m in my bra and panties in front of a stranger. A hot stranger, but still.

  What am I doing?

  It’s like this gorgeous domineering man has taken over my brain. One touch of his joystick and I’ve turned from innocent virgin into a seductive minx.

  But even with his ravenous eyes on me, I have no desire to put my clothes back on. It’s the opposite. I want to take the rest of it off.

  I want to see those sexy blue eyes bulge out of his head when I slide off my bra and I want to see that big hard rod jutting against the inside of his pants jolt when I peel off my wet panties. I want his eyes all over me, seeing every intimate part that no man before him has seen.

  He’s breathing like an angry bull, that huge chest pumping up and down with every hard breath. I can tell he’s trying to control himself around me. That I’m bringing out the dark primal parts of his nature. I’m testing his humanity and civility. The animal part of this intense alpha wants to take me on the sand no matter what I have to say about it and it’s sending a thrill through me.

  When he comes forward, I run into the warm water and dive under the gentle waves. It’s like cool silk on my hot sweaty skin, refreshing me down to my bones. I swim until the breath burns in my lungs and I have to come up.

  I turn around and spot Jack on the beach, watching me with a possessive look. Does he really think I’m his?

  I hope it’s not just words. I want to belong to this intriguing alpha. I want to be his one and only if he looks at me with that sexy dominating look every day.

  I’m treading water as he yanks off his shirt with one swift pull. My limbs stop functioning for a second and I dip under the water. Holy hell, this man is sexy.

  A massive chest that looks as hard as the rock wall behind him, perfectly defined abs, shoulders sculpted out of marble, and that desirous look on his face… that’s what gets me most of all.

  He’s got the perfect amount of tattoos decorating his body. Sexy ink that starts at his thick wrists runs up his big round biceps, over his shoulders, and onto his chest. I want to touch it with my fingers. I want to coat it with my tongue. He’s glimmering with the sun shining off his sweaty skin. I can feel my pussy pulsing in approval.

  My breath catches when he reaches for his belt. I don’t take another breath as he slowly unbuckles his belt and unzips his pants. He drops them to his feet and I gasp when I see how truly massive and hard the long outline of his cock really is.

  This man is packing some serious heat.

  I can’t take my eyes off of his bulge as he steps out of his pants.

  I’m suddenly regretting setting the terms of this swim. I kept my underwear on instead of going nude, so that means he’s probably going to keep his on too.

  Damn it. Why couldn’t I have been a little more adventurous? Then I’d be seeing a real show right now.

  He slips his fingers into his waistband and I feel my eyes widen. I should have known this man plays by his own rules. He sets his own terms.

  Luckily for me, that’s true. He pulls his boxer briefs down and I gasp as his big thick cock springs out and slaps his hard abs. It’s standing straight up. Hard, dripping out pre-cum, and ready to fuck. Even his balls are gorgeous, hanging down and looking full of cum.

  My pussy reacts in a strong way, throbbing and pulsing and heating up even under the cool water. It wants to find out just how big and hard it really is. Just how much cum it has to unload inside me.

  Jack comes forward and steps into the water. He grabs his meaty cock and strokes it as he watches me. The water inches up his strong muscular thighs. I stare at his dick every second I can before the water takes the delicious view away.

  His big hand slides up and down his solid shaft in a smooth rhythm. Every time his powerful hand reaches the swollen head, a river of pre-cum pours out over his fingers. My mouth waters wondering what it takes like. I really want to find out.

  I suck in a sharp breath as he dives under the water and swims to me. His body looks like a shark as he advances with strong pulls of his big arms. I’m tingling all over with nervous excitement as he comes.

  My heart is hammering against my rib cage when he pops up in front of me. He looks even sexier when wet if that’s possible. Droplets of water run down his head and over his lips. His shining blue eyes are intensely focused on me as usual.

  I’m treading water, but he’s touching the bottom.

  “I got you,” he whispers as I feel his firm hands grab me—one on my waist, the other on the back of my thigh. I stop swimming and let him hold me up, feeling weightless in his arms. My legs have a mind of their own and wrap around his big body.

  “You certainly got me,” I whisper back.

  “And I’m never
letting go.” His palm slides to my lower back and he pulls me forward. I’m intensely aware of his hard erection jutting up between us, but it still doesn’t prepare me for when it hits my pussy. I convulse all over when they touch.

  My legs are spread around him and there’s nothing between his hot shaft and my throbbing sex but a thin pair of soaked underwear. He grinds his hips a little as we both moan. Our lips are hovering so close. I slide my hands up his hard arms, loving the way they feel like they’re carved out of stone.

  His eyes drop down to my lips and I lick them to tease him and tempt him some more. I want this alpha of a man to lose all control. I want to break his restraint. I want to melt all the civility he has left.

  I want the animal part of him. The uncontrolled primal urge that I know is coursing through his veins. I want him to unleash it on me.

  His hands tighten on my skin. I gasp as he lunges forward and crushes his lips to mine, devouring my mouth and claiming it as his own in a deep hot desperate kiss.

  I melt in his arms.

  My body comes alive like never before. Nipples tighten, pussy pulses, hair stands up all over. Every cell is on high alert as Jack’s hot tongue thrusts into my mouth and he kisses me with an urgency that steals my breath.

  It starts off slow and tender, but quickly devolves into a rough, desperate, demanding kiss. I’m not any better. I’m digging my nails into his arms as I pull him closer, wanting to taste all of him. My hips are grinding against him, rubbing my aching pussy all over his rock hard dick.

  We’re both moaning into each other’s mouths, swallowing the noises down as we do the inevitable. I should have known as soon as I saw him, that I’d be here with this man, experiencing all sorts of delicious firsts.

  After what feels like a lifetime of bliss, we finally pull away and gasp for breaths as we stare into each other’s stunned eyes. That was an incredible first kiss. Well worth the wait.

  I’m so happy it was with him.

  I look around at our spectacular surroundings. The high rock cliffs, the huge waves slamming into the rocks beside us, the calm beach tucked away in the little cove, the sun, the rainforest over our heads, the turquoise water, the god of a man in my arms.

  How can I ever go back to Atlanta? How can I ever leave this man?

  He kisses me again and I let all of those worries go, choosing to focus instead on the exquisite feel of his tongue on mine.

  His hand slides up my back and my spine straightens when I feel his fingers on the clasp of my bra. He opens it and my breasts tumble down a bit, a little more freer, a little more exposed.

  I pull back from him, keeping my legs wrapped around his large frame but making some space between us. He watches in awe as I slowly peel off my bra, one arm at a time, like I’m unwrapping a present just for him.

  “Fucking hell,” he whispers when I pull it away, revealing my aching breasts. My nipples are so hard, standing up straight in the cool water. He’s staring right at them. I thought I’d be shy showing my breasts to a man for the first time, but I love the way he’s looking at them. I love the feeling of being so exposed for him.

  He’s holding his breath as he eyes me hungrily. I don’t think he could physically look away even if a gaggle of half-nude mermaids popped out of the water around us.

  He only has eyes for me.

  His head lowers and I drop mine back with a moan as he takes my breasts in his hands and draws a nipple into his mouth.

  “Oh my god,” I whisper as his tongue swirls around it.

  He’s got some kind of lustful spell on me. I can’t think straight with his mouth and hands on me like this. I’m aching all over.

  He moves to my other breast and licks and gently nibbles while I moan and gasp for breaths that won’t come.

  My hips match the rhythm of his tongue and I start grinding against his thick cock even harder, faster, until it’s obvious to both of us that I’m not leaving this island until he’s been deep inside me.

  “Is that hot little pussy feeling left out?” he asks with a groan as I rub it on his dick.

  I bite my bottom lip and nod. “Yes.”

  “We can’t have that.”

  His hands slide back down and my heart starts really pounding as he grips my panties. With a firm tug, he rips them off my body and lets them float away.

  There’s nothing between us now. No fabric, no secrets, no inhibitions. Just our naked bodies with a healthy dollop of lust.

  “I can’t wait to be inside you,” he says as his powerful hands grip my ass and pulls my cheeks apart, making me moan. “It’s all I can think about. I want to stretch your hot little pussy out and feel you cumming all over my big cock.”

  I can’t breathe…

  “I want to be coated in your juices. I want to fill you with mine.”

  His eyes are so intense as he stares at me. Everything about this man is intense and I like it.

  “But first, I need to taste your sweetness. I need to taste your ripe juicy little cunt.”

  I gasp as he lifts me up by my ass. I fall onto my back and float as he brings my pussy to his mouth. He stares at it for a long moment like it’s the most magical thing he’s ever seen.

  I’m floating weightlessly on my back with my arms out as his hungry mouth advances between my legs, so close… so fucking close…

  I can feel his hot breath tingling on my soaking wet folds…

  “Please…”

  I push my hips, trying to get my sex to touch his lips…

  He pulls back, teasing me, the fucker.

  But then…

  “Fuck,” I scream out as my back arches and my tits jut into the air.

  His tongue hits…

  And it’s all over…

  Chapter Five

  Jack

  * * *

  Her soft thighs are trembling around me as I get a good look of what’s mine now. My hands are on her sweet ass, holding her out of the ocean as the saltwater trickles down her already soaking wet little cunt.

  The water mixes with her cream and my heart stops when I spot that delicious pink opening between her dark folds.

  This pussy belongs to me. It’s all fucking mine.

  If any man comes sniffing around my girl, well, let’s just say I have a helicopter and a shovel and I know all the spots on the island. They’ll never find the body.

  I want to stare at her like this forever, laying in the water, arms out, gorgeous tits in the air, virgin pussy still untouched by a man… but I have to touch it. I can’t resist.

  She cries out when I dip my head in and give her soft silky cunt a long lap of my tongue. It tastes salty at first, that’s the ocean, I know, but once I hit it deeper, nothing but warm sweet sugar.

  My hands tighten on her ass and I bury my face against her, digging my tongue deep into her heat as her moans get loud enough to drown out the sound of the waves crashing beside us.

  I coat every inch of her with my tongue, starting from her tight little virgin opening, swirling up through her folds, to her engorged clit that makes her thighs squeeze my ears. I grin, knowing I found her spot. I wrap my lips around her little pearl and she cries out as I suck on it, flicking my tongue back and forth.

  Possession rips through me. This girl is not going back to Atlanta. I don’t care if I have to buy her airline and then burn all the planes. I’ll steal her passport. I’ll chain her to my bed.

  Nothing is going to stop me from spoiling this girl, my girl, like this every single day. I’ll buy her whatever she desires, I’ll have an army of servants to satiate her every want, and every morning, afternoon, and night, I’ll be there to satisfy every need she has—body, mind, and soul.

  Her hips start grinding against my greedy mouth and I can tell she’s close. She’s grabbing her tits, bucking against the water. Waves ripple out around us as I hold her up and devour her relentlessly.

  I pull her pussy to my face and moan as a rush of sweet juice gushes out and pours all over my mouth. Sh
e’s unbelievable. Delicious. Heavenly.

  “Cum on my tongue,” I demand. “Cover me in your sweet cream.”

  “Oh fuck,” she moans under her breath as she bucks in the water. I steal a quick look at her beautiful dark cunt before I dive back in, determined to get her off.

  I’m merciless with my tongue. Licking and sucking and making her scream. She cries out and thrashes around as her virgin kitty cums for the first time…

  …all over my lucky mouth.

  I lap up every drop she gives me, moaning and feeling like the luckiest man in the world to have such a goddess cumming on me.

  She’s perfect.

  And she’s all mine.

  I’m a possessive man. It’s in my nature.

  Once when I was fourteen years old, a couple of kids from the town over stole my bike. For three weeks, I hunted them down. There were three of them and one of me. I left them crying with six black eyes as I rode home.

  That was for an old shitty bike. I don’t even want to think about what I would do to keep this beauty in my life. The thought scares me.

  After the deep convulsions turn into small tremors, I release my girl and she sinks into the warm water, looking blissfully happy. Her hair fans out around her content face underwater, eyes closed, big smile on her sexy lips. I stand there and stare at her in awe, wondering if she’s even real.

  I remember learning about the Sirens in Greek mythology—beautiful women whose irresistible songs lured sailors to their deaths. Maybe this woman is the equivalent for helicopter pilots. One look, one listen, one sound, and I’m ready to follow this woman anywhere.

  She emerges from the water and it takes my breath away. She’s stunning. The definition of irresistible. I know I’ll never be able to resist her.

  “You are a goddess,” I tell her.

  She laughs shyly. “You’re crazy.”

  “Maybe,” I tell her as I take her in my arms. She melts into my embrace and tilts her head up, teasing me with that delectable little mouth. “But it’s true. You’re perfect in every way.”