Paradise Island: Complete Edition

by DD Cooper

  “We should really clean up,” Jack said, showing me his mud stained hands. I looked down at mine and they were the same.

  I did something I wasn’t expecting to do, as tears streamed down my face for both me and Jack and what had happened to us, I finally let go. I felt the hard shell that I had built around myself cracking when I shared my story. But now that I knew his, it was starting to break, and little by little, the shell shattered and I could no longer hold in any of the things I felt for him anymore. I could not deny my desires any longer and I kissed Jack, hard, and he returned my kiss. We hungrily kissed each other like we never wanted to be apart again, and it was true. At least, that’s how I felt. I had finally found someone who really understood what had happened to me and was willing to do anything for me, even kill. I kissed him hard and let go of all my pain as I did so. His lips on my lips, our tongues entwined in ecstasy like I had never felt before. I felt the heat, the need, rising within me, and this time, I would not deny it. I would not talk myself out of these feelings.

  “I want you. I want you right now,” I said between kisses. I could not hold the need back, and I basically ripped his shirt off, revealing the delicious muscled perfect body beneath. We were standing now, our hands all over each other. He lifted me up and I wrapped my legs around him as he carried me to his room.

  “Oh God, Jack,” I moaned between kisses. Even though I knew he was strong, I still found it amazing how effortlessly he carried me to the bedroom, every muscle in his arms and chest working overdrive, making me appreciate his perfect body even more. I could feel his hard on pushing up against me as he lowered me down to the bed. We were muddy and dirty and sweaty, but I didn’t care. I wanted him exactly as he was right now. All those years of unheard desires finally caught up to me and my body burned with the need to be touched, and Jack was more than happy to oblige.

  He gently let me go on the bed, his arms still holding my legs up. His hands rested on my stomach and then he went further up my shirt until he had one of my rock hard nipples between his fingers and gently squeezed. He breathed hard as he caressed my boobs and I moaned with pleasure. It felt so good to be touched, and to want to be touched. A couple of tears fell on either side of my face, not out of sadness, but happiness. I reached out with my hands and caressed the hard muscles of his chest, doing what I wanted to do the first time I saw him shirtless. I played with his hard nipples, too, as he positioned himself on top of me. Then he leaned down beyond my reach, and I ran my fingers through his hair as he slowly kissed my lips, my neck, then went further down to my boobs. He squeezed my boobs through the shirt and kissed and bit them gently, driving me wild.

  I moaned and helped him take my shirt off, and moaned in ecstasy as he continued to pleasure me, by playing with my nipples with his tongue and then gently kissing them with his whole mouth. And then he moved further down, kissing my stomach, making the butterflies there wake up. Then he went further down, below my belly button while his hands squeezed my boobs with great need.

  “Are you sure?” He groaned as he let go of my boobs and worked on unbuttoning my jeans.

  “Yes, Jack, I want you mind, soul, and body.” I helped him with my jeans, quickly unbuttoning them and letting him slowly unzip them. He did so with expert ease, placing gentle kisses on my panties, while slowly sliding me out of my jeans. Once the jeans were off, his hands went up on my hips, and up to my boobs again, playing with the nipples between his mud stained fingers.

  I moaned in anticipation as he buried his head between my legs, driving me wild with the kisses he placed there on my panties. If I wanted him to stop, this would have been the perfect opportunity, for the panties were the only article of clothing I had left. But I didn’t want him to stop. I wanted him to go further, and he did. In one sweeping motion he freed me from my underwear and my legs turned into jelly. I was both scared and excited for what was coming. I looked down and saw the look of utter need and desire and lust on Jack’s face. And then I could not see his face anymore, for he buried it between my legs. His tongue drove me wild as he did his thing. I moaned, and he did as well when he came up for air.

  Then he got up suddenly, breaking the moment. “I’ll go get some condoms, you just wait here,” he said.

  I observed the big bulge in his jeans as he made his way to the bathroom. Then I heard the water running. Probably washing his muddy hands, I thought. I decided to do the same in the other bathroom. It felt weird walking around stark naked. Maybe this whole sex thing while completely mud stained wasn’t such a good idea. Thankfully, it was pretty easy to wash it away. The rest of my body didn’t have any mud on it. I quickly returned to the room and resumed my place.

  I felt weird just laying there and waiting. I also felt a bit chilly, my nipples rock hard not from desire but from the cold. I wished for Jack’s warm body on top of me again.

  I didn’t have to wait long, for Jack opened the door and thankfully still had his jeans on. I wanted to be the one to take them off, slowly. In his hands he had a couple of small packets of what I assumed to be condoms and the other hand had a bottle of lubricant. I was thankful to him for both of those things, because I definitely wanted this experience to be as painless as possible, though judging by the wetness between my legs, I doubted we’d need much lube.

  Thankfully, Jack knew that what I needed right now was him so he left the condoms and the lube on the far side of the bed and was on top of me again. He gave me a long and wet kiss. I almost didn’t want to let him go, but once his lips moved down to my boobs, I wasn’t complaining. And then lower and lower, until his mouth and tongue worked their magic in my secret place. Then I realized why he had had to wash his hands, because he took his index and middle fingers and made them wet with his saliva, and then slowly, but surely, he fingered the place between my legs. I moaned in pleasure as the first finger penetrated, and then the other, bigger middle finger joined. I moaned is ecstasy as he worked on my nether regions. I was tired of sitting back and just enjoying his touch, I wanted him to enjoy mine too. I took control and stopped his hand. He had the look of utter lust on his face and I watched as he took back his fingers and put them in his mouth. I took that opportunity to move closer to the edge of the bed and closer to him. I gave him a deep kiss, and then I moved on down. Kissing his neck. His biceps. His hard rock stomach and then I followed his trail until I reached the very top of his jeans. I heard him moan as I worked on unbuttoning his jeans. The bulging thing within wanted so badly to get out.

  It took a bit of work but I managed to unbutton the jeans, and then I slowly unzipped the zipper, letting the bulge have some space, though it was still constrained by his underwear.

  I did the same as he did to me. I teased him with my mouth over his underwear.

  “Oh God,” I heard him moan in pleasure, and that made me happy.

  If you’d asked me only a day ago if I would ever consider being this close to another human being, I’d think you were crazy. But me and Jack, we were like two sides of a coin now, and I felt so comfortable with him that I did not wince at his touch; I got pleasure from it. And I wanted him to feel the same about me.

  After some teasing I slowly slid down his underwear, my hands caressing his perfect ass in the process. He slipped out of them when they fell to the ground and he stood stark naked and very much erect in front of me. I took hold of his raging hard erection and was surprised at how warm and alive it felt. I squeezed it a bit with my hands and felt the beat of his heart. It was bigger than I’d imagined and I wondered how it would fit. I was glad he had brought the lube now.

  I held him in my hands, the butterflies in my stomach absolutely raving. The spot between my legs had a raging need for him to enter me, and make love to me right then and there, but I also had another desire, so I went down until I could comfortably put the head of his dick in my mouth, and I did so. I heard him moan louder and continued to stroke his hard member while I put as much of it in my mouth as I could, and then I licked the edges t
hat I couldn’t.

  “Fuck Sophie, I wanna be inside you right now,” Jack groaned and I was more than happy to oblige.

  I let go of his erection and laid back on my previous spot, legs wide open. He immediately went on his knees again and his tongue worked its magic on the spot there, loosening it up a bit.

  And then in one quick sweep he got up and put a condom on, a very thin one from the looks of it, and then he squeezed some lube and loosed me up with his fingers a bit. Then he put some on his raging cock. The anticipation was killing me, and when he finally managed to slide the head of his huge dick inside me I bit my lips and moaned. “Fuck me, Jack,” I moaned, surprised at myself, at the utter need I felt to have him as close to me as possible. I remembered how I blushed reading Josie’s diaries and some of the racier entries, but here I was doing the same thing, and while I was a little uncomfortable, I was not ashamed, because I was with Jack, and not any other man.

  He slowly slid the rest of himself inside of me, driving me wild. I was so glad for the lube, I shuddered to think how this would have gone without it. At first I felt a little pain, but as Jack positioned himself on top of me, his warm body so close to mine, he gave me enough time to get adjusted to the size of him. “Are you ready?” he whispered in my ear. “Fuck yeah,” I moaned, and slowly but surely, Jack started making love to me. At first he was gentle, but once I got used to the rhythm, I didn’t want him to just make love to me, I wanted him to fuck me. My hands caressed his wide shoulders, his long back, until I finally reached that perfect ass of his. I squeezed it as hard as I could, loving the softness beneath my fingers, and moaned “Harder, Jack.” I did not have to ask him twice, Jack increased his rhythm from slow to rapid, until I couldn’t think anymore, the way he slid so fast in and out of me. His ass was working on overdrive, banging away beneath my hands.

  “Oh God!” I screamed as Jack moaned. I felt in those moments something I had never felt in my life: pure ecstasy. Everything became tangled together, our bodies, our needs, our desires. It was hard to keep track of everything. Jack inside me. Jack on top of me, our hot sweaty bodies melding together. My hands on Jack’s perfect ass, then scratching his back as he fucked me harder. His hands all over my sides and ass, adjusting me for the optimum pleasure.

  I could not tell you how much time had passed as we were lost in our ecstasy, for time did not exist anymore, at least not for me. I was lost in Jack, and he seemed lost in me, but we managed to find ourselves together, as one living entity.

  I screamed in pleasure more than a few times as I came over and over again, nothing compared to the orgasms I got when the need got too much and I had to touch myself. I always felt ashamed afterwards before, but now, there was no shame, only pure pleasure as it coursed through every vein and pore in my body. I heard Jack grunt in pleasure as he came too, and I felt his hot cum bursting deep inside me, even though it was held back by the condom.

  I felt Jack slowly softening within me, and I wanted nothing more than for him to stay inside me forever. It felt so good. So right. We stayed like that, him on top of me and semi hard inside as long as possible, but the sheer exhaustion, at least for me, was too much. I laid back and enjoyed his warmth and his kisses on every part of my body he could reach without exiting me, and then slowly but surely he did. He was gone for less than a minute as he went to the bathroom to get rid of the condom and clean up a bit, but it was the longest minute of my life. I awaited impatiently until our bodies were entwined together again. We laid down in bed, and covered ourselves with a sheet. I couldn’t stop myself from touching him and kissing him, and he couldn’t stop himself either.

  After we lay exhausted, my head resting on his chest, my fingers making trails in the sex sweat we had made together, enjoying his manly smell mixed in with my own, I said how I really felt. Before, I would have held such words back out of fear, but now I wasn’t afraid. Nothing could hurt me as long as I had Jack by my side. “I love you, Jack,” I whispered.

  At first I thought he didn’t hear me, but then I felt him kiss the top of my head. “I love you, too, Sophie. I know I just met you recently, but after everything that has happened, I can’t imagine living life without you.”

  “I feel the same,” I truthfully said. What would life without Jack even look like? How could I go back to my old life, when Jack had shattered everything about it. There was no more meaning in that miserable shell of an existence I had. Afraid of the world. Afraid of the people within it, and most of all afraid of myself.

  But here I was, letting myself be as close to another human being as one could get. But our closeness wasn’t just physical, it was also emotional. I know it sounds cliché, but I knew Jack mind, body, and soul, as he did me. There were no secrets between us, at least no big ones, and as I thought of Lucy and her father buried with the bones out front, I realized we had also made secrets of our own.

  “Have you ever killed anyone before?” I asked him softly.

  “No,” he answered, but I could feel him distancing himself from me. Maybe the tone of this voice, because his body was as close as ever.

  “I’m sorry I brought it up. I just thought you might wanna talk about it. When I killed Henry, I was in absolute shock at what had happened, but it was self-defense, so I wasn’t too morally shaken. Greyson Milton on the other hand, I knew I didn’t have to kill, but the sheer thought of him murdering Josie while she was pregnant made me want him to die, and then he had the audacity to try and blackmail us. In the end, I think he deserved what was coming to him. As did Lucy, and it was self-defense in that case as well. She was ready to kill us both with that shovel.”

  I don’t know who I was trying to convince, myself or Jack.

  “Yeah, Sophie, I know. It just still tears me up on the inside. But I don’t regret it one bit. It had to be done.”

  I held him closer to me and looked up into his beautiful green eyes. “I feel the same. It’s not that I don’t feel any guilt about their deaths, but I think they’re the ones who pushed us so far that there weren’t any other options left. Right?”

  “Yeah, that’s how I feel as well.” Jack said. “I just wished they didn’t do that, you know? But I’m not sad that people like them aren’t in the world anymore. I’m just a little angry that I had to be the one to get rid of them.”

  “I’m sorry I put you into that position.”

  “Shh,” he kissed my forehead gently. “You didn’t make me do anything I didn’t choose to do, and I’d kill this whole island if it meant keeping you safe.”

  “Something’s been bothering me, though. About Josie’s journals. How come they were hidden in the walls of the old house you bought? Who put them there? Because from the journal, it was clear Josie never lived here.”

  “I have no idea. Maybe Greyson panicked and hid them here, thinking he’d destroy them later but never got around to it? Or maybe even his father, Thomas, after Josie went missing maybe he got hold of her journals and decided to hide them.”

  “It would have been easier just to burn them,” I said.

  “Yeah,” he said. “You’re right. I guess we’ll never really know.”

  “I don’t know if that’s a good thing or a bad thing. I think we need to get away from this place as soon as possible,” I said. “Too many bad memories. For obvious reasons,” I said as I looked in the direction where Josie, her unborn child, Lucy, and Josie’s killer, Greyson, were buried.

  “I’m glad you’re the one who’s suggesting that, because I’ve been thinking the same. Maybe this time we could go somewhere warm?”

  I smiled at the thought. “That sounds lovely,” I said in a faux British accent.

  Jack laughed. Then stopped. “There’s just one loose end we have to take care of.”

  “The mayor? I really don’t like the thought of killing him, Jack. I know he’s crooked and he knows more than he should, but it just doesn’t feel right. Besides, how would we even go about it? Somebody’s bound to notice or hear something if
we meet him up in town. And if he goes missing without a word, it’ll be harder to explain than Lucy and Mr. Bottoms disappearing. Or Henry’s little accident.”

  “Wait here,” Jack said as he slowly got out of bed. I watched in admiration as he walked out of the room stark naked, his perfect butt, and pretty much the rest of him, in perfect view. The butterflies in my stomach were growing again. I still couldn’t believe any of this was happening. I couldn’t believe that a man as perfect as Jack was mine, and that I let myself be his. I couldn’t help but smile as he returned to bed, giving me a full view of his perfect chest, and not to mention that dick. He slipped in under the covers and put his arms around me. His other hand held a small bottle that said something undecipherable on it. It looked like a powdered herb or some supplement. I wasn’t really sure.

  “This here is our solution. After somebody ingests it they have heart failure. It’s virtually undetectable, not that that would be much of a problem on this behind-the-times island.”

  “Wow, Jack, that would be perfect, but why do you even have such a thing?” I was honestly shocked that Jack would have such poisons so easily available. Maybe there were a few things I didn’t know about him after all.

  “Yeah, I got a collection of some of these before I moved up here. I don’t know what I planned. Maybe I thought about ending it all, like you did when you were on that cliff. But then I saw you in that diner, and life seemed worth living again. Thank you for that.”

  I leaned in and kissed him deep and long on the lips. “I’m glad you didn’t go through with it. The world would be a worse place without you in it. I would still be living in darkness if it weren’t for you.”