Blue: A Love Story on the Bermuda Shores

by Daya Daniels

  I didn’t want to move this fast.

  I soap myself up vigorously, forcing myself to concentrate on the task. When I’m done, I step out of the stall and towel off, leaving the same towel wrapped around me. I emerge from the bathroom to find Nico sitting on the edge of the bed.

  He pats the spot next to him. When I ease down next to him, he drags his fingers over my shoulder. I give him a shy smile, while he places a hand on my thigh.

  “Cass, what happened just now was nice.”

  I bob my head a few times and look at the plush white fabric tucked between my legs. Nico touches my chin with his thumb and index finger, coaxing me to look into his incredible eyes. I blink slowly, when he comes close to kiss me again then backs away spreading his warm palm across the bare skin on my back.

  I collapse into the side of Nico but don’t speak. He presses a kiss to my forehead and holds me tight. He just holds me tight...and the moment is indefinable.

  CHAPTER THREE

  Cassandra

  “How long does it say?” I screech with laughter.

  Nico brushes his hair back that’s now slicked with salt water and wipes the droplets from his face.

  I check the high-tech stopwatch held in my hands with a laugh. “It was a little over two minutes. You’re like a Navy Seal.”

  My eyes bulge out of my head at how long he’s able to hold his breath. I wade closer to him in the water. “How do you do that?”

  He laughs. “Takes practice.”

  I giggle, swimming in place just staring at him. I glance at his bare chest and the way the thick veins protrude from his forearms, under the ink there each time he makes a move. Serva me, Servabo te is tattooed down his left forearm.

  “It means save me and I will save you.” He says softly, when he catches me ogling at the beautiful script letters.

  “Oh, that’s cool but you don’t need saving.” I mumble, letting some salt water into my mouth.

  “I bet I do.”

  I only laugh and squint my eyes under the sun that beats down on us. He swims towards me, pulling me into his embrace.

  “You’re a good a swimmer.” I point out.

  “So are you.”

  “I’m okay. I don’t know if I’m that great.”

  He nods vigorously. “No, you’re good Cass, really good. Now...” He says. “I’m going to teach you how to sail.”

  I chuckle and wrap my arms around his neck, pressing a soft kiss to his dark, tanned skin. We drift in the direction of the ladder. He helps me up on the thirty-foot dinghy in the water.

  “Whose boat is this anyways?”

  Nico smiles. “It’s belongs to a good friend of mine.”

  “It’s nice.” I gush, looking at its shiny white and crimson exterior.

  The boat rocks in the soft wind. I scan the ocean and look around at the island in the distance. We are floating in the water just off Spanish Point in Pembroke parish. It forms the eastern coast at the entrance of the Great Sound, which dominates the southwest of the island chain, forming a natural harbor. It’s surrounded by the island except, for the northeast where it’s open to the Atlantic Ocean.

  “I used to camp over there.” I tell Nico, pointing towards Darrell’s Island.

  “Yeah?”

  “Yeah.”

  “What’s the others?”

  I point to each tiny island in the sound. “That’s Darrell’s Island. Hawkin’s Island. Long Island. Marshall’s Island. Hinson’s Island and Waiting Island.”

  He stands straight. “Cool.”

  “Darrell’s Island is where Bermuda’s first airport was stationed after the end of the second world war.”

  “I’ve been over there a few times – there’s lot of graves.”

  “During the Second Boer War, it was used a prisoner of war camp. The graves likely belong to the soldiers that died there.”

  “You know your stuff, Cass.” Nico compliments, tying off some ropes.

  “They shoved it down my throat in my primary school days.”

  “I bet.”

  “Have you ever seen that old movie, The Deep?”

  “No, never seen it.”

  “It was filmed here in 1977. I don’t remember any of that of course but I saw it when I was probably twelve.

  “It’s about this couple that scuba dive off shipwrecks off Bermuda, while on vacation. It’s a cool film. Nick Nolte was in it. We should watch it one of these days.” I suggest, hugging my knees to my chest as I watch him.

  “I don’t see why not.” Nico mumbles. “I know there’s a lot of shipwrecks here.”

  “Yep like three hundred surrounding the island and probably at least twenty lie close to the shoreline. They all wrecked mostly because of the coral reefs that hide underneath the water and not the Bermuda Triangle, as most people believe.” I giggle. “Of course, the most famous one is the Sea Venture – the ship that carried Bermuda’s first settlers in 1609.”

  “Interesting again.” He smiles, listening to me.

  “We had a legendary scuba diver here named Teddy Tucker, who collected priceless treasures from like a ton of shipwrecks. He passed away though but he had a lot of stories.

  “We have a lot of cool history here!”

  “Definitely sounds like it, Cass.”

  “They used to say that the Great Sound is bottomless.” I laugh.

  Nico gives me a skeptical look. “Everything has a bottom.”

  “I know.” I laugh softly, brushing some hair away from my face.

  “Maybe they haven’t found the bottom yet?” He suggests lifting a brow in my direction.

  “Maybe.”

  “The island sits on top of an extinct volcano that erupted like thirty-three million years ago.”

  “I knew that.” Nico chuckles.

  “I’m sorry. Am I boring you?” I ask tapping my knees, conscious of the slow rocking of the boat.

  “No, of course not.” He replies curtly, still moving around. He tucks his cellphone in his back pocket, zips it in, then proceeds to put a lifejacket on. When he’s done, he tosses me one, giving me a face. “I know we can both swim but it’s a good idea to wear them. Safety first and all that good stuff. You won’t believe how many people have been knocked out and fell overboard doing this.” He mumbles. “And drowned.”

  I stand and allow him to snap the lifesaving device around me.

  He gives me a handsome smile and runs his finger over my cheek.

  “The wind is coming in from of the north today, so it could get a little rough. There’s a good wind today. We’ll probably be cutting through this pristine blue ocean at around fifteen knots.”

  I nod.

  “You know all the boating terms Cass, right? Aft, bow, port, starboard, leeward, windward, boom, rudder etcetera?” Nico asks, slipping a pair of Rayban’s on.

  I give him a harsh nod. “I’ve always thought about doing this but then I never did.” I laugh. “How does this friggin’ thing work anyways?” I question looking around.

  “You might be surprised to know that sailboats can sail upwind or towards the direction the wind is coming from. The sails work in two different ways.” Nico explains, sounding a lot like an old-school teacher. “One - like an airplane wing when going upwind. Two – like a big bag that catches with the wind when going downwind.”

  “Okay.”

  “Today we’re going how to trim sails and...”

  My brows cinch at Nico’s phrase.

  He laughs but continues to speak. “We’ll learn tacking and jibing.”

  “Trimming.” He breathes out, staring at some of the boats around us. “The sails are controlled by trimming them or adjusting the tension in the line that’s called a sheet, which is attached to the sail.”

  “Got it.”

  A school of fry skit across the water a few feet away from us and then bigger fish flop around making a meal of them.

  I give Nico a smile and look him over as he casually continues to talk, while pulling
up the small anchor. Then moves to stand next to the boom, wrapping his large hand around the shiny metal pole.

  “Tacking is a basic sailing maneuver. It’s just turning the bow of the boat through the wind, so that the wind changes from one side of the boat to the other side.

  “Jibing is exactly the opposite. It’s turning the stern of the boat through the wind so that the wind changes from one side of the boat to the other side.

  “Jibing is a less common technique than tacking, since it involves turning the boat directly into the wind.”

  “Yes, sir.” I sing out playfully with a salute.

  “Well, let’s go then.” Nico let’s down the sail that catches loudly with the wind in a jolt that rocks the boat.

  “How’d you learn all this?” I ask him.

  Nico laughs a little and turns away from me, narrowing his eyes in the distance. “I’ve kind of been around it all my life.”

  “Oh, cool.” I whisper.

  Cassandra

  Nico’s fingers thread through my hair, as he pulls me away from his swollen flesh. His face twists in the most tormented expression. His large hand cups my head, while his thighs spread even more. I run a hand along his hard chest, caressing his warm skin. I grip the base of his cock, staring at the huge appendage in my hand that I’ve shined up good. It’s thick and long and hot in my eager hands. The huge pole is covered in saliva and precum dribbles from the head. I lick the tip and run my hand up the shaft, taking the head of it into my mouth and moan.

  A hiss leaves Nico’s full lips and his face contorts, when I settle into a feverish rhythm, working my fist and mouth along the length of his cock. His thigh twitches and he whispers my name. Despite the filthy thing I’m doing to him, my name still sounds beautiful on his lips. I run my nose along the throbbing vein underneath it and suck each one of his balls into my mouth. He’s completely undone right in front of me, saying things in English and Portuguese that would make my vovo cringe.

  It snakes down my throat over and over. At first I was controlling the speed and rhythm. Now, he seems to be. My nipples harden at how turned on I am by how he takes control. I gag a few times and choke. Nico’s fingers curl around the back of my neck, forcing my mouth back onto his cock when he growls. His forehead is furrowed and his mouth hangs open gasping for breath. I close my lips, allowing them to drag over the length of his cock, from base to tip. He grips me tighter, ruining my hair, making it a complete fucking mess. The hot skin on my face is soaked in precum and spit.

  “I’m tired of playing nice, Cass. I want you to have all of this.” He hisses.

  I suppress a small smile at how turned on he is and allow him the control. A groan leaves his lips that travels down to my clit and I know I’m already wet. I run my hands up the inside of his powerful thighs, that fall open even wider, allowing me full access to everything between his legs.

  I take him deep into my mouth again. I reach a little but he doesn’t stop. He controls the movement of my mouth along his flesh. I gag and choke while he hisses and grunts. My eyes grow watery and I’m sure they’re red from lack of oxygen. He jerks my head away, pulling me by my hair. I wince at the feeling when the strands begin to run away from my scalp. Nico yanks me up a little from my knees and kisses me hard. I whimper into his mouth, tasting the fruit on his tongue as it punishes mine. We do this a few more times, kissing hard in between him forcing me to suck his cock.

  He stands up, wrenching me up higher on my knees and begins to fuck my mouth, hard. I steady my hands on his thighs but it’s useless. His fingers tighten in my hair, while he blasts into me with his hips. I moan around his hard flesh, conscious of the fact that I can’t breathe.

  He yanks me away, staring down at me with a fierce expression etched across his beautiful face. “Good girl. You like giving head, don’t you?”

  I only nod, licking my lips, desperate for him to be in my mouth again.

  He guides me back onto his cock with a loud hiss that makes my skin prickle. Instantly, I choke, gag and reach at the size of him as the length of his fat cock snakes down my throat. He fucks my lips without mercy, growling and grunting. In this moment, I truly realize how strong he is.

  “You’ll be okay, Cass.” He hisses, tenderly brushing my cheek with his finger while he fucks my face.

  I gag and choke and heave for breath. He comes, taking me by surprise. He pushes deeper into my mouth, while a succession of hoarse grunts leave this throat. I choke and whimper helplessly and inhale, swallowing the thick globs of cum he dumps into my mouth. The rest of it shoots violently out of my nose onto his thighs. His body jerks at the realization and he relaxes his grip in my disarray of brown hair. I blink slowly, peeking up at him. His jaw is tight but his eyes are hazy. Almost in slow motion, his heavy cock slides out of my mouth and slaps the middle of his right thigh, making a wet, sticky noise that fills the silence.

  He grabs a towel and wipes my face that I’m certain is red.

  “Você está bem? Are you okay?” He asks, breathing heavy like he’s just run a marathon.

  “Yes.” I whisper, when he pulls me up to stand, crushing me to his chest.

  “That was incredible.”

  Nico

  It’s a perfect day. We’d spent the morning sailing. Cass gave me the best blow job I’ve ever had down in the cabin of the boat, before we docked it back in Hamilton. When we made it back to the west end, we went for a very scenic and peaceful walk along the railway trail just behind Fort Scaur. We talked a little and picked cherries and loquats. I gave Cass a piggy back ride on the way back. Cass explained that the railway trails were for the trains that were used in Bermuda from 1931-1948, since cars were banned then. In 1984, the government opened the trails to walkers and cyclists.

  A few buyers came to look at Reel Talk from the professional pictures that Cass had put online. They didn’t seem too interested but promised they’d call Ambrose and make him a fair offer.

  I take the stairs down from the tuna tower after starting the engine of the boat that’s now heading away from the wharf. I’m tired and hungry but I don’t want Cass to leave. I inhale the fresh late afternoon air. Cass pulls some fish from a cooler and takes off for the cabin door but stops. She spins around and heads for me.

  “I meant to give you this.” She says, pulling a wad of cash from the side pocket of her shorts.

  I narrow my eyes giving her a sideways glance, taking in her adorable features. “What’s this for?” I ask.

  “You said the ATM took your card.” She reminds me of the story I told her two days ago.

  I give her a long look. She shrugs, shoving the colorful cash towards me again. I take it from her hands and flip through it. There’s at least two grand here. She steps away and stands there dumbfounded for a moment, then continues with her task. I stare at her ass when she bends over to rummage in the cooler again.

  “Cass.” I say firmly, bringing her attention back to me. “I can’t take your money.”

  “It’ll hold you over until you get your card back.”

  I smile and move closer to her. Her lips part when I run my finger along her soft cheek. “I’m good.” I whisper. “I was just telling you a funny story. I should get my card back in another day or so.” I explain, putting the wad of cash back in her hands. “It’s not a big deal.”

  “Okay.” She whispers. “Are you sure?”

  “Yes, obrigado. Thank you.”

  Cass stares at the money in her hand for a long while and then shrugs. Her brows furl. She wrings her hands and goes back to what she was doing. I know Cass doesn’t have steady income, so the fact that she’s offering me money, completely fucking baffles me.

  “What are you planning to make?”

  She gives me a cute smile. “A seafood paella. I think you’ll like it.”

  I laugh and head back up to the tuna tower to shut off the boat. I drop the anchor, looking at the school of snappers that surround the splash. I descend the stairs again, listening to Cass
move around in the cabin and the clattering of pots and pans. I peer over the side of the boat. I can see straight to the bottom of the ocean and the sand that kicks up where the anchor had just dropped.

  Placing my hands on the side of the boat, I inhale the salty ocean air. I run a hand through my hair, trying to remember the last time I felt like this. It had been a while. I’d only fucked this woman once and I was already a mess. She was everything I so badly needed in every way – maybe a little guarded but those were walls I could easily break down, I was certain of. I slip my feet out of my shoes and head inside the cabin.

  Cass has tied her hair up in a messy bun and the T-shirt she’s wearing slides off one shoulder, revealing her smooth skin. I inch closer. She meets my eyes a few times, giving me a strange look. I smile at the giggle she lets out, while moving around me, like someone avoiding a land mine.

  “What is it?” She laughs, dumping some mussels and shrimp into a pan.

  “Nada. Nothing.” I whisper.

  I ease up behind her in front of the hot plate and press a kiss to the nape of her neck, pushing myself into her plump ass cheeks. I back away a little and peer into her face.

  “Will you stay tonight?”

  Cass only nods, stirring the seafood in the pan. She leans into my chest and runs a hand up the back of my neck.

  “I like being here with you.” She admits sweetly, dumping some scallions in the pan.

  “I love your food. Maybe I just want you here so you can cook for me.” I tease.

  Cass smiles. “I can make anything. I only need a pan, some fire and the ingredients. I could probably make these dishes even if we were camping.”

  I giggle into her neck, placing soft kisses there. I growl and back away shifting myself in my pants. I don’t want a repeat of the last time so I figure I’ll just relax.