The Tempest

by Brit Constantine

  "Lenic ... Oh, Lenic..." I moan, as his fingers start to join in. He slips one, two, then three thick fingers into me, making me wetter and wetter for him. I curse as he starts pumping harder, reaching up with his other hand to knead both of my breasts, and sucking and licking my clit like a man starved.

  “I could eat your pussy for a hundred days,” he groans into my warmth, “and still want more.”

  I swear I can see stars as I cum in his face and deeper inside over his fingers. I can see the whole damn world. I can see everything. I can feel him squeezing my skin. I can feel him breathing against me. I can feel his fingers as I squeeze around them, exploding with intense orgasms that seem everlasting, and I can’t think. All I do is scream his name, ready for him to completely be one with me again.

  He smirks at me with a mischievous glint in his eyes, as I lie panting and sweating. He runs his hands up my sides, over my breasts, before bringing his body over mine. He sucks the tip of my breast into his mouth and instinctively, I wrap my shaky legs around his hips as he positions himself at my entrance.

  Instead of giving me what I want — need — he starts teasing me. My swollen pussy is begging in mercy and I groan, bucking my hips up.

  "Lenic, please..." I pull at his hair painfully, and he growls huskily.

  "How badly do you want me?"

  "Lenic," I whimper, as his fingers go down my body. The vibrations of his laughter make me dizzy as he pulls my earlobe into his mouth, and bites down, hard enough to send a shiver of painful pleasure all the way down to my toes. "I want you. So badly. Please."

  I gasp as he slides his thick engorged cock into me, growling softly as he does. He kisses the underside of my chin as he buries himself completely inside of me. I can feel every muscle of his body, feel every inch of his skin pressed up against me.

  “Baby, you feel so good," he breathes out softly, and our bodies take over, rocking and grinding in a slow and sensual rhythm.

  I lift my hips to meet him, thrust for thrust, knowing I am close, so close. All the tenderness leaks out of his gaze, and is suddenly replaced with a fire and a focus that is both intimidating and thrilling.

  With a growl that emanates from deep in his chest, Lenic digs his fingers into my waist, pulling me into him, over him, until he is completely sheathed deep within me, and then he withdraws, slowly, until only the tip of his cock remains.

  I stare down the length of him and then he rams inside of me with one, quick hard thrust that leaves me with my mouth open in a silent 'O', and my eyes roll back in my head. I start to feel a tingle at the tips of my toes; it feels hot and wild, sweeping up my legs like liquid fire, and everything starts to slow down as I explode from deep inside. Hearing him roar, I feel his cock harden a little more and pulse as he pours his hot seed into me. All I can hear is the singing of my own blood in my ears and my voice screaming his gorgeous name.

  Just the way he wants it.

  There is so much of him, and I start to rub my thighs up and down his legs, spreading our moisture together against both our bodies. He groans at the sensation.

  "You’re beautiful," he whispers into my hair, and I purr in response, before nipping at him, biting down gently on his nipple and turning my eyes playfully up to meet his gaze. "Never forget, I will always give you the best." He cups my cheek in his hand. "Always the best."

  I wish I could stop time. I really do. Lenic is as beautiful as the fictional world of Pandora. I will never let us go. I will hold on to us for dear life.

  I walk my fingers up his chest, digging in with my fingernails, just hard enough to leave half-moon indentations in his skin, and then drag them down as he hisses in pleasure. “I’ll never stop loving you, Lenic. Never.”

  I moan softly as he bites the sweet spot at the base of my neck, the one that ruins me into submission and leaves me at the mercy of him. “I love you, Felicity. I goddamn love you.”

  Love, right? So simple. Yet our love wasn’t easy to find. We didn’t fall instantly in love. Sometimes it’s not Cupid’s arrow that flies from the other side and pierces the heart. Sometimes, it is as complicated as tripping on your laces and falling down the rabbit hole. Clashing with Lenic was when I tripped over. And accidently, on purpose, I nearly fell to the bottom of the sea, where he saved me, where we fell in love. Only, eventually, my starry-sky heart was left broken from the secret he was keeping.

  But that’s the thing about love … you’re always falling. And although most of the time it feels a lot like flying, every bird can tell you that sometimes you get broken wings, and sometimes you just can’t fix things with a smile, a kiss, a light touch. And sooner or later we all end up being bruised, but being black-and-blue means you’re the colour of the sky, and it’s OK to split open, it’s OK to hurt. You have to let your heart feel broken. After all, that is the only way to be sure if it’s true love. It is the only way to trust your heart in the palms of their hands.

  We met. We fought. We smiled. We laughed. We shared. And then, there we were … in love. Ready to go. And so, we went.

  There are precious few happily-ever-afters in this life. I am going to make damn sure we keep ours.

  Bring it on, life — because Lenic and I are in this together. And we make one hell of a team.

  Go Team Felenicity!

  EPILOGUE Part I

  Two months later…

  “I DON’T WANT FIFTY THOUSAND MEN WANKING TO YOU.”

  LENIC

  “TAKE A SEAT,” I say to Lenic, standing in my studio.

  “What’re you up to?” Lenic grimaces.

  I stab a finger towards my desk chair. “Sit.”

  He crosses his arms. “I’m not a dog.”

  “That’s a shame. I was planning a little treat for you later. But if you don’t want—”

  “Woof.” He grins down at me with that boyish smile of his.

  Laughing, I reach up and set my hands on his shoulders and push down. He doesn’t budge. “You’re too heavy. It’s impossible to move you.”

  “It’s all muscle, Hazelnut.” He lifts his arm, kisses his biceps. I roll my eyes. “You think they’re getting smaller? Training’s gone down since quitting—”

  “Lenic,” I sigh, losing patience. “Please.”

  “Alright, alright. This better be good.”

  He sits down on the chair and I practically jump onto his lap. “This is more like it,” he purrs, wrapping his arms around my waist. He bites me lightly on the crook of my neck, and as much as I want him to take me on this chair — again — I’m eager for him to watch the video I uploaded yesterday.

  “Lenic, stop for a second. This is important.”

  He moans, lifting his head up. “Fine. But will you remove that picture of me, already.” He levels a finger at the picture frame on my desk.

  “No. It’s a picture of my boyfriend.”

  “It’s just my arse.” It’s a snapshot from the infamous shower video. The one that started it all.

  “Your arse is still my boyfriend. Now please be quiet. I want you to watch something.” I grab the mouse and click the computer screen to life.

  He groans. “If this is another video to humiliate me—”

  “Promise, gorgeous, if anyone’s being humiliated … it is going to be me.”

  I click on the play button and watch Lenic’s reaction with a beaming smile. His entire face tenses and his brow hoods in that sexy Tempest manner I adore.

  “Take this down,” he barks, not taking his eyes off the video.

  The video of me in the shower.

  Naked.

  With certain parts blurred out, of course.

  “Take this down, Felicity. Right now. I don’t want fifty thousand men wanking to you.” The video has already hit over fifty thousand views in less than twenty-four hours. “And who the hell filmed this? I’ll kill ‘em.”

  I shoot him a look. “Who do you think? The old ice-cream-truck man?” He growls. “It was Delphine, silly,” I tell him quickly, not wanti
ng him to go down for murder. “Delphine.”

  “Take it down. Right now.”

  “No,” I laugh. “Lenic, just shut up and watch the video. You’re going to want to listen to what I have to say to the world. Trust me.”

  “…Eight months ago I started a mission to humiliate Lenic Reevus. I did it because I was thoughtless and selfish and insecure at the time. It was wrong of me. I was a bitch. So, Lenic Reevus, I’m doing this to humiliate myself to the world to make it up to you. I really am sorry. Shit, I can’t believe I’m doing this. (I laugh nervously.) Where was I…? Oh yes. Lenic. My darling Lenic. There is so much I owe you. You showed me that growing up might not be such a bad thing after all. Thank you, Lenic. And thank you for not suing me, for falling in love with me instead. For showing me how to love. I love you. Always. (I blow a kiss towards the screen.) You’re the best boyfriend a girl could ever have. You always give me your best, and I love you so much for it.

  “Now, my lovely viewers, I have some bad news for you all. The Tempest playlist has been taken down. I know, I know — you all hate me. But don’t hate for too long, please. I love you guys so much. You’ve been with me from the beginning, and I couldn’t do this without your support and love … There was something else I wanted to say… (I pout, looking upwards.) Can’t remember now … Oh! Got it! Lenic is not gay! (I laugh loudly.) Since I uploaded the video of him washing that Jaguar with another fella — yes, he is the same guy who was kissing Lenic in ‘that’ famous picture — you guys have overloaded me with comments questioning his sexuality. But trust me, my little Juicers, this man is too skilful in bed to be faking it.”

  I hit pause on the video and turn to face my gorgeous boyfriend. His whole face is lit up like a star. “How you like them bananas?” I ask him.

  “I love those bananas.” He kisses me quickly on the lips, grinning. “I love those bananas a helluva lot.”

  EPILOGUE Part II

  One month later…

  “I WOULDN’T CHANGE A SINGLE SECOND OF MY LIFE WITH YOU.”

  LENIC

  I AM HAVING déjà vu.

  “Sit,” Lenic orders me, patting his lap. He is sitting on my desk chair in the studio.

  I narrow my eyes. “What’s going on? You’ve been acting really shifty lately…”

  “I’m not shifty.”

  “Yes you are. Well, lately. You and Delphine have both been acting weird around me lately. I want to know what you two are scheming.”

  “Do as I say and you’ll find out why.”

  I smile uncertainly, perching myself carefully onto his lap. He kisses me on the cheek, then turns to face my iMac. “Hey, how did you get my password?”

  “Delphine.”

  “She can’t go around giving everyone my password.”

  He laughs. “Cheesecake69 isn’t hard to crack. Besides, if it wasn’t for her … this wouldn’t have been possible.”

  “What wouldn’t have been possible?”

  “It’s your turn to shut up and watch.”

  Holding the mouse, Lenic guides the browser to YouCube and then filters through to Delphine’s personal vlog channel. Confused, my face puckers. “What are you doing on Delphine’s channel?”

  “Gimme me a minute. Don’t have a bloody clue what I’m doing.” It is 2017 and Lenic still has trouble working the Internet. It’s freaking adorable. Staring at him with a smile, I kiss him on the cheek. “There. Look.”

  I turn to face the screen and notice the video has ... Wow. Delphine’s managed to get over seven million hits on her video. Why didn’t she mention it?

  “Ready?” Lenic asks, smiling a toothy grin. I feel his leg underneath me jiggle up and down. He is nervous. He is never nervous.

  “No…” Suddenly, my pulse skitters.

  He barks out a laugh. “Too late.”

  He hits play and my eyes don’t blink when Lenic pops up on the screen. I recognise the wall behind him. It’s the one in the studio. “What…?” My jaw hangs open.

  “Felicity Saint James, I (beep) love you. Will you marry me? (He smiles at the camera.) Guys, comment down below and tell her what you think she should say. I’m hoping it’s a yes. Thanks guys.”

  I turn my head towards Lenic. “I wouldn’t change a single second of my life with you, Felicity. So what’d you say, beautiful? Are you in? Or are you out?”

  I don’t have to think long on what my answer will be. Sometimes the most unimaginable things happen. Lenic is not the angry, vicious and bitter man I first met. He no longer sails on the old beaten-down ship that was liable to collapse. He fixed himself up and is stronger than ever. He is a changed man — a better version of himself. The best kind. And although he grew in the storm for a while, he grew better in the sunshine.

  “I think … I should read the comments first and find out what thirty-three thousand people think I should do.” I scroll down the page and select the Top Comments on the drop-down menu.

  Tiffany Smiling: Yes! Say yes! OMG! Do it! You two totally would have like the cutest babies ever! xoxo

  Mike Chan: Please make love to me.

  Brit TV: Don’t marry her! Marry me instead, Tempest! I love you so much! You’re it for me. Mine! xxxxxxx

  Cock Pilot 369: Get out of the closet and put your huge cock in my pit. Men know how to suck better than a girl and you know it, big boy.

  I feel his leg jiggling faster underneath me. I turn to him. “I think I should listen to … Cock Pilot 369.”

  “Felicity,” Lenic growls, “you’re killing me here.”

  Giggling, my fingers fly across the keyboard as I shield it from his view, and then hit return before he can read it. There is no flicker of doubt as I watch him read my answer. He saved me. In exploring Lenic’s scars, I have come to accept my own. And for that alone, I owe him everything. I owe him to never let go.

  Felicity Calling: Yes! YES! I love you. You’d better have a big black ring. You know I only take it big and black. Felicity xxx

  Chuckling, Lenic starts to tap something on the keyboard.

  Felicity Calling: Let’s make babies. Love you more. Lenic xxxxxxxxxx

  My mouth opens wide. I quickly type a reply.

  Felicity Calling: That was a joke! He was joking, guys. Felicity xxx

  I swing around, my eyes as wide as saucers. “R-Right?”

  He shrugs a shoulder, giving me that lopsided grin of his that still melts my heart. “It’ll be fun to try.”

  EPILOGUE PART III

  LENIC REEVUS

  A year and a half later…

  “KISSING HER, FUCKING HER, LOVING HER … ISN’T ENOUGH.”

  LENIC

  SQUATTING DOWN, I press my fingers to my lips and press a kiss to the brass plaque, smiling.

  There were days before when coming to the church in Stonebrook, alone, felt like Hell. It felt like a heated brand was being shoved right through. But ever since my wife helped me come to terms with my sister’s death, I feel better for coming to this place. I know that thinking about Bethany will always sort of hurt, but maybe that's a good thing. Maybe that little pain will remind me to keep my head up.

  “I miss you … Mum, Dad … we all miss you.” I withdraw my hand and start pulling the few weeds the gardeners have missed around Bethany’s plaque and make a pile out of them. “I went off the rails for a while, Beth. Forgot who I was … Took me awhile and I needed some help, but you don't worry about me, little sister. I've never felt better.”

  I turn my head around and smile across at Felicity, the girl who took me apart with a look, and put me back together again with a smile. She’s standing a few metres away, underneath the shade of an oak tree. The only thing close to a proper home I’ve had — in a long time — is the smiling face looking at me. My wife gave me a reason to build something lasting, something worth growing, and I found salvation in the peace of her forgiveness.

  Us Royal Marines take pride in being strong in honour and courage, but our strength comes from those who stand by us. My w
ife keeps keeps me strong. She told me once not to make her my whole world.

  But she is. And I will.

  Felicity doesn’t know this, and she probably never will, but I quit the championships for her, and her alone.

  The first time I met her, I was an automatic arsehole to everything she said and did. It was the mode I’d been set in for too long. Way too long. But secretly, I loved every little thing that came out of her sweet funny insubordinate mouth — right from the very start.

  The morning after I saved her from drowning — her face natural and her hair all messed up, like a crazy woman — I’ve never wanted to kiss a girl so bad in my life. So I went for it.

  Hook, line, and goddamned sinker.

  I didn’t get what I wanted. But she gave me something better. Felicity was like wildfire, a blaze that couldn’t be put out, where my own flames had once died. And eventually, she kindled something inside of me long forgotten. Love. Laughter. Hope. I knew then … this is the only woman I’ll ever want. The only woman I’ll ever be with.

  Every man has a purpose in life. I couldn't see mine until Felicity. Protect and love her … it’s all I am. It’s all I was born to do.

  When I chose to forgive West ... I gave her the impossible. There’s nothing I wouldn't give her. I love her more than life itself.

  She's strong, independent, whip-smart, a little ball of fire whose bite follows her bark, and I love her more because of it. It scares me how far I’m willing to go to keep her. Even if it hurts, I’ll love her. I’ll protect her. I’ll stand by her.

  I didn't believe in much until she came along. Now I've got a little faith and a helluva lot to give.

  I turn back to my sister’s grave. “You know my wife?” I laugh. “Of course you do. Talk about her all the damn time. Probably getting sick of me going on and on about her, huh?”