by Daya Daniels
“You really don’t mind being here, do you?”
Cass laughs and throws her arms up. “No, I told you. At least I guess to do what I want in this kitchen. At home, I can only do what Ayana says I can do. It’s her house after all.”
I take a seat at the small table, staring at her. “I think I get it.”
She looks at me and wiggles her brows in the most adorable way. I pull out my laptop, slip my glasses on and check a few emails. I have two from Tatiana, with two pictures attached of the artwork she’s completed. The first is a picture of my mother in pastel colors. The second is a picture of two stick figures, standing next to each other. The little girl holds a heart in her hands, while the man holds a fish. I scrub my jaw and laugh at the images that are so cute. I swiftly reply to her and then tab over to another folder that’s filled with emails from my father. Inwardly, I groan and click into the first one. I take a deep breath and reply to every single one of them and respond to his demands to see me before the end of this week.
Cass spins around with the plate in her hand and freezes in place. I meet her wide eyes and chuckle, pulling my glasses off.
“You wear glasses?” She giggles, covering her mouth.
I clear my throat. “Just to read and write and for when I look at this computer.”
“Oh.” She says softly. “You look good in them.”
She sets the plate down next to me, which is colorful with shrimps, mussels and fish in the center of pile of Basmati rice. I inhale the delicious aroma and give her a grateful smile.
“This looks wonderful. Obrigado. Thank you.”
“You’re welcome.”
She steps back over to the counter grabbing her plate. “Since you have that open. Can you log into my email and see if Ambrose has sent me the contract I’m waiting for?”
“Ah, yeah sure.”
I click on Yahoo email which is automatically logged in. I narrow my eyes when I see an email sitting in Cass’ inbox from Rupert De Wag. The subject in the header reads ‘Are you okay?’ I breathe out and click into the message, unable to help myself. ‘I’m back on the island for work in a month. I want to see you. Lunch maybe?’
I steal a glance of Cass across the room, making two glasses of ice tea. I scrub my face with my hands and hit delete, then click into the trash folder and delete it again. I nearly leave the entire folder, before I spot three more unread emails that have come from the asshole in the last two weeks.
What’s he up to?
“Is it there?” Cass asks, cutting a lemon down the middle.
“Ah, yeah. It’s here.”
“Yay.” She sings out doing a fist pump. “I might actually have some work.”
I force a smile, feeling slightly unsettled from what I’d just done and what I’d just read. Cass finally takes a seat at the table. I close the laptop and push it to the side. She takes my hand and silently says grace, then gestures for me to eat.
“What did you say?”
“It’s just a little prayer.”
“Okay.”
We dig into the food. The wind has picked up a little outside and the boat rocks even more. Cass ignores it and eats.
“What’s your mother like?” She asks.
I laugh. “Her name is Marielle. She doesn’t understand me.”
Cass giggles. “Marielle?”
“Yeah, she’s French. She was born and raised in Paris.”
“That’s cool.”
“She’s nice. She’s quiet. She thinks more than she speaks – a lot like me I guess.”
The pretty girl in front of me pouts and I want to kiss her.
“You’re not quiet.”
I laugh and nod a few times. “I am.”
She narrows her eyes and touches my forearm, taking my hand to her mouth and presses a kiss to it. Her tiny fingers skitter over my skin a few times, while I watch her with my lips parted, curious about what she’ll do next.
“I love your lips, Cass.”
She gives me a huge smile. “Why?”
“They’re plump and pouty and pink.” I whisper.
She giggles and takes a forkful of food again, chewing slowly allowing me to rape her mouth with my eyes.
We eat in complete silence for a few minutes, when all I really want to do swipe all the food off the fucking table and throttle Cass right on top of it.
“What did you study in school?” She asks, slurping a mussel from its shell.
“Finance.”
She drops the shell in her plate and laughs. “What?”
“Yeah.” I breathe out.
“Finance.” Her eyes nearly fall out of her head.
“Yes.”
“I can’t exactly picture you behind a desk.”
I only chuckle. “I have a master’s degree in finance.”
Cass laughs out loud and slaps her bare thigh.
I remove my glasses and give her a blank stare. “What’s so funny?”
“Nothing.” She smiles. “It’s just a surprise. Let me guess, you speak French too?”
“Oui. Yes. Bien sur que oui. Of course, I do.”
“Oh, now you’re just showing off.” She laughs.
I give her an innocent look. “My mother is French. I told you.”
Cass finishes her food, still chuckling. I stand and yank her from the chair kissing her hard.
“Nico!” She explodes into giggles, dropping her fork on the floor.
She screeches when I carry her down the stairs to the bed. I set her down and she backs away from me giggling. Predator and prey...
Her hair covers her face and her T-shirt hangs off her shoulders. I grab for the thin material and it shreds at my fingertips. Cass’ mouth drops open at the gesture and her brown eyes turn into saucers. I sit on the edge of the bed and reach forward, clutching her wrist. I’m all over her before she can even protest – pressing kisses to her lips, sucking her nipples and squeezing her breasts. Her giggles fade into cries and whimpers. I spin her around and sloppily undo my pants, tearing her bikini bottoms away at the same time. I press my lips on the warm skin on her back and let them drag up to her shoulder, where I nibble. I push two fingers inside of her slit to find her wet already.
I moan at the feeling of my fingers exploring her tight heat as it coats my fingers and rub over her swollen clit a few times, earning an appreciative gasp from her sweet mouth. I hold my cock in my hand and wrap a hand around her waist, easing her down onto me.
Cass stiffens and a euphoric sound leaves her mouth when she impales me.
Cassandra
“God!” I moan, sitting forward between Nico’s thighs. I’m hunched over, with my hands placed on the ends of his knees bouncing in his lap like a madwoman, taking his weight with mine, listening to the old springs of the mattress beneath us squeak with the relentless motion.
His left hand grips my hip, while the fingers of his right hand drag lazily down my sweaty spine. I plop onto his cock over and over, screaming each time his thickness fills me. My breasts are slicked in sweat and I’m drooling like a St. Bernard. Nico’s groans mix with my own until he pulls me down onto him hard, stilling me there. His hand cups my face, allowing him to kiss me. I’m frantic, wild, desperate to continue pleasing my pussy with the length of him.
Nico whispers words against the shell of my ear, “pretty” he mumbles and “good pussy.” He pulls me tighter, wrapping his forearm around my waist. I’m locked in a death grip when he pulls me tight against his hard body. The head of his cock feels like it hits my stomach each time he tunnels deeper inside of me. The sensations linger somewhere in between pain and pleasure. My pussy quivers when he kisses me hard and eases off, allowing me to catch my breath. I can’t stop pounding myself on his cock. It’s incredible.
Addictive. Primitive. Raw.
Nico growls into my ear like a beast each time I scream. “That’s it, Cass. Take all of me.”
Our breathing syncs. He presses a soft kiss to my cheek and pulls a few strands of
my hair away from my sweaty face with his fingers. He squeezes my breasts, teasing my nipples between his fingers. I whimper at the sensation that has me squirming.
“I love your cock.”
“Yeah?”
“Yes.” I hiss as the shaft of it brushes against my walls, forcing them to quiver.
“You feel so fucking good, Cass.”
I mewl out words I don’t understand, certain that they don’t string into sentences. I breathe out, gasping for air. I tear into the skin on his thighs, bouncing in place. With each slow and hard impale his cock makes into my flesh, my pussy clenches and throbs around him and my thighs shiver as if it’s cold but it’s as hot as the Kalahari Desert in here. And I know. Because I’ve been there.
I’m close to exploding.
The boat rocks even more. The wind has picked up outside. A few items clatter to the floor from the table in the corner but we don’t stop, we just-keep-fucking. Up and down I move, sliding along the length of his hot dick. It’s agonizing and beautiful. I’m unravelling, screaming his name as he splits me wide open. His hand settles on the back of my neck. I bounce in place, staring at our feet on the floor, glancing over my shoulder into his eyes that are heavy with lust. He blinks slowly and his mouth falls open. He brushes the hair out of my face again and kisses me, sucking each one of my lips into his wet mouth. High-pitched cries leave my mouth. I’m covered in sweat. Nico’s moans and the sound of the wetness that settles between us, fills my ears.
I’m delirious. Speechless. Desperate to come.
“Come for me, pretty girl. I want you to come all over my cock.”
I nod frantically and pick up speed. Nico drags his fingers along my neck, caressing me.
I chase my come desperately and find it with a loud scream and a moment of complete blankness in my mind. I gasp out his name, when the powerful orgasm splinters me. I’m obliterated at this man’s hands, shattered in pieces. Nico pants, gripping me so tight, I think I’ll break. He pushes inside of me hard, letting me feel each spurt and jump of his cock as he comes, flooding my pussy with his cum.
Collapsing into his chest, I struggle for breath, swallowing down my unease. He pulls me into him, lying sidelong on the bed. I press a kiss to his lips still heaving for air. He pulls the small blanket up covering both of us.
The boat rocks more than usual and the sound of the ocean pummeling the hull of it, could keep anyone awake for hours. But after being on this boat so many nights, I was used to it all.
“Do you want to talk?” Nico asks.
I stare into his caramel eyes and giggle. “I’m sleepy.”
He smiles and drags his fingers over my cheek. I snuggle deeper into the soft mattress and look into his eyes, reveling in the gentle caress of his fingers against my skin, ignoring the vicious rock of the boat. Soon, I’m out.
Cassandra
I awake at some strange hour to find Nico gone from the bed. The boat isn’t rocking as much as it was before. The soft tapping of the water against the windows, encourages me to wake. It’s been raining and still is a little bit from the sound of it. Sitting up in bed, I slip on a T-shirt, stand and take the stairs to the main cabin. Nico isn’t here either. His laptop on the kitchen table is open. I peer around to look at the screen curiously only to find myself staring at some sort of stock market index. It’s lit neon green with various blips and dots on it that seem to be moving.
I spin around to the sound of his muffled voice just outside the door.
“Tatiana, I’ll be home soon. You shouldn’t be calling me this late.” Nico says.
There’s a long pause.
“Because. It’s just not a good time. Besides, shouldn’t you be-.”
Another pause.
“She’s just a friend. You shouldn’t think like that.” He rattles out. “I love you.”
I freeze in place, scanning the low-lit area. A few fishing lines are over the side of the boat that Nico has set up. Peering at the clock in the corner of the tiny kitchen, I take in that it’s three in the morning. He’s fishing at three in the morning...
“You know I love you. Don’t say things like that. I’ll be home soon and if I’m not Tat...”
I narrow my eyes at his statement. Soon?
He sighs and then chuckles. “Tatiana, just go to sleep – think of me, okay. It’s late. You have to be quiet. I can’t sing to you right now.”
Tatiana?
He starts to speak French, I can only make out a few words which don’t make much sense to me. I can hear a bit of annoyance in his voice behind whatever he’s saying to the woman on the other end of the line.
The beer bottle hits the deck that Nico has his fishing line tied to, signaling that he’s hooked something.
“I have to go, baby. I love you.” He professes, before hanging up. “I’ll call you tomorrow.”
I back away from the window, when I see him stand and struggle with the line. I pull my shirt down lower and nibble on my bottom lip, unsure if I want to pick the bones out of what I’d just overheard. I run a hand through my hair and sigh. I stare at the screen of the open iMac for a long moment and see the letters CCorporation, flashing in blue.
Nico talks to himself just outside the door as he wrestles with a fish. I hug my middle and descend the stairs, feeling a little small. Taking off the T-shirt, I slip back into the cozy bed that smells like Nico. The boat rocks softly and the feeling nearly lulls me off back to sleep. It starts to rain again and then it begins to pour. I shut my eyes sinking into the sound. The door clicks. The kitchen tap turns on and then a moment later, I hear frantic typing. Nico’s back on his laptop. He types for nearly an hour, mumbling the occasional word or two to himself in Brasileiro and French. Then he sighs and the soft lamp clicks off, sending the cabin back into darkness. His footsteps make it to the bedroom and head straight into the bathroom. He takes a leak and then the shower turns on.
I roll over and admire the view I have of him naked, soaping himself up and washing his hair. Sitting up in the bed, I take a deep breath and pad into bathroom. His eyes widen when he sees me standing just outside. He opens the door to let me in the small steamy space and presses a kiss to my forehead. The calming scent of eucalyptus fills my senses and I immediately relax in his hold.
“I didn’t want to wake you.”
“It’s okay.” I yawn sleepily.
I wrap my hands around his neck, swallowed by his embrace and his strong arms around me. I grab the loofah and soap him up. The suds cover his skin and then the hot spray washes it all away. Each droplet of water cascades down his bronzed skin in a path down the center of his stomach and the carved abs there. I run my fingers over his inked skin, before he pulls me close pushing his tongue deep into my mouth. I yelp when he lifts me from my feet and plants me against the shower wall with a thud.
“I love having you here.” He mumbles into the skin on my neck.
“I like being here.”
Our eyes dart around when the boat rocks and makes a noise straight out of a horror movie. We giggle and Nico pulls me tighter. I don’t allow how unsettled I feel at his earlier phone call to ruin the moment. I had to remind myself I barely knew this man. I’d need to give myself time to really get to know him.
I give him a smile and lean out of the shower, clicking the radio on. So Beautiful by Musiq Soulchild sounds through the small space. Nico laughs and rocks to the beat. I sing along to the words before he plants a kiss to my lips that steals my breath away. In a flash, I’m pinned again to the shower wall. I wrap my legs around his waist. I keep his gaze while he bores into me with those eyes that are such a unique pale brown, I wonder if they’re real. They steal a little bit of my soul away with each blink that he makes. I’m putty in this man’s hands.
He squeezes my ass cheeks, forcing my body to bow in his grip. The hot spray hits my breasts and cascades over my pebbled nipples. Nico gives me a mischievous grin and takes a nipple into his mouth, sucking on it slow. I whine at the contact but he does
n’t stop. His big body takes up most of the already tight space.
“Você é linda. You’re beautiful.” Nico mumbles into the skin on my neck.
“You’re not so bad-looking yourself.” I joke and hiss when he slams me against the wall behind me, pressing a harsh kiss to my lips.
He settles his himself between my legs, holding me in the air with ease, kissing me in all the right places. I shut my eyes when he presses his forehead to mine.
“Open them, Cass.” He demands.
I let out a squeak but slowly I open them.
“I want you to look at me when I fuck you.” He rasps out, shifting me higher against the wall.
His hardness prods against the inside of my thighs. The water beats down between us, pooling between my heaving breasts and his firm chest every now and again. I pull Nico in again for a kiss, tasting his tongue. My legs are parted wide, offering up everything he wants without question or protest.
Nico hands slips down in between us. I let out a gasp and my eyes widen when the head of his cock begins to push into me, so slow.
He grits his teeth and gives me a glare that’s so fucking sexy, I think I’ll die in his arms. My face contorts when he slides all the way into me, parting my flesh so intensely. I bite my lip, keeping his gaze.
“I’m going to fuck you, Cass – good and fucking proper. You’ll be in tip top shape when I’m done with you. That okay?”
I nod frantically, attempting to suppress the ugly moans that threaten to escape from my lips.
“Yeah?”
“Yes.” I whine, when he begins to pound into me, taking my breaths with each glorious stroke.
“Hold on.” He croons into the shell of my ear.
I dig my fingers into his shoulder, when he begins to fuck me. Each stroke jolts me nearly into the ceiling in his grasp and before I know it, I’m already screaming down this hot telephone booth.
Nico
“Why have you taken to long to call me, Nico?”