Dagger in the Sea

by Cat Porter

  I poured the wine.

  She wiped her hands on a towel. “Now we wait.”

  I took our wine glasses to the round table in the center of the kitchen as she cleaned up the counter. I’d barely said a word the past hour. Seeing her and Niko together stuck in my throat like a fishbone. The perfect pair. Easygoing friendship between peers, both ridiculously attractive, practically finishing each other’s sentences.

  Adri folded a kitchen towel and dropped it by the sink. I held out my hand to her. She came forward, reached out and took my hand. I said nothing. No funny remarks this time, no witty observations. She stood still before me, a quizzical, uneasy look crossing her face.

  I was about to be very clear.

  “Get on your knees.”

  Her eyes widened.

  I squeezed her hand hard. “Do it.”

  She got on her knees between my legs and I pressed a thumb along the edge of those fucking glorious lips.

  “Suck my cock, Lovely.”

  The taut lines of her face relaxed, and my pulse kicked up at the sight. She wanted this. She liked my frankness. She pulled on the drawstring of my bathing suit trunks and tugged them down. My hard dick sprang out of the fabric, and she took in an audible breath.

  I did too.

  I was exposed to her, and she took me in. My ab muscles tightened, my balls stiffened under her study of my cock. Admiring, deciding, planning, designing. Chest heaving.

  Her lips parted as she curled a hand around my shaft and rubbed from base to tip. Her grip was firm, sure, rough. She brought my aching hardness to her mouth and her tongue laid a hot trail around the tip.

  Ah fuck.

  Around and around. Impatient, I fisted a hand in her hair, the other on top of her head and brought my pelvis up. My dick slid deeper in her wet mouth, and she immediately took me down her throat. Challenge taken.

  Well done, baby.

  “Yes.” A hiss escaped my tense mouth.

  She was smooth. Her pressure just right, taking me down a whirlpool of explosive feeling, all of it burning in my spine, bunching in my balls, feeding my lust and feeding her with it. She knew what she was doing.

  She sucked faster, a hand cupping me firmly, stroking with a twisting motion. She worked me, her eyes lifting to mine, her tits squeezing out of her bikini top under the tunic. I reached down her back under the blousy tunic and snapped open the clasp of her bikini top, and it fell from her body. I filled my hand with a breast, kneading it roughly. Her taking me in hand was everything right this fucking second. Everything raw, everything slick.

  I pumped harder into her mouth. A moan escaped her full lips which stretched around my dick, streaming with her saliva. “Fuck me with that mouth, Adri. Fuck me good,” I said, my voice harsh, low, insistent. I stroked her other tit hard.

  All of her would be mine soon enough.

  My eyes jammed shut and the blood simmered through my veins. My hands cradled her face, keeping her there, and I exploded. She sucked, sucked, sucked it all fucking down. I released my grip on her, and she slowed her pace, still licking, still—

  She kissed the glistening tip of my dick and a smile danced across her wet lips.

  “So good,” I managed, mesmerized.

  She kneeled back on her haunches, her hands stroking my thighs. I handed her a glass of wine and she drank. “The fourtália must be ready,” she murmured, handing me back the wine glass.

  I let out a chuckle, my thumb wiping at her wet lower lip. “Suddenly I’m starving.”

  Her lips tipped up as she rose and went back to the frying pan. I pulled my bathing suit back up as she emptied the fluffy, thick frittata onto one large dish and brought two forks with her and set them on the table.

  I grabbed her waist and hoisted her on my lap. An instant of silence. The game had changed, and she knew it.

  I said, “We’ll eat together.”

  Her already flushed face streaked with more red. She bit her lip as she cut into the omelet and offered me the forkful. I took it and ate. The spicy sausage, the mellow potato, and egg melted in my mouth.

  “I like that. That’s good.”

  “Hmm.”

  I steadied her with a hand wrapped around a thigh, keeping her close. A hand that rubbed right at the apex between her legs. She wriggled on my lap and my grip on her thigh tightened.

  She fed me.

  I traced circles over the fabric of her bathing suit right over her pussy.

  She fed herself.

  My fingers slid past the bikini bottom and into her wet slickness as her thigh muscles tightened over me.

  Clang. Her fork clattered onto the dish. She fed me with her fingers.

  I fingered her slit.

  She fed herself.

  She fed me.

  I sucked on her fingers.

  My thumb circled her stiff nub.

  Her breaths came fast and short, louder, desperate.

  The wooden curtain rod hoops clattered together on the rod with the warm breeze blowing through the gauzy white curtains on the window over the sink. A wind chime tinkled languidly from the garden leaving its elegant music in the air for us. I pushed the plate away.

  Picking up her wine glass, I tipped it before her mouth and she drank, her throat moving carefully with each long swallow. Taking the glass away, I cupped the back of her head and quickly brought her lips to mine. I took her mouth, and she released wine onto my tongue. Warm, mellow, sweet.

  A little river of understanding, of shared culpability. Of enticement.

  Adri twisted in my hold and straddled me, rocking over me as her need for friction dictated. My girl was hungry and it wasn’t for fucking omelets and wine and delicate caresses. I grabbed her ass and slowed her down, our humid breaths heavy between us. I suckled a nipple through the fabric of her gauzy tunic and she panted, her hands fisting my T-shirt at my shoulders. Her head knocked back and she groaned loudly.

  My fingers slid down the rear of her bikini bottom, gripping her bare ass. She yanked at the ties at each hip and the bikini fell away and a groan ripped from my chest. I took out the condom I’d stashed in my pocket when she started cooking and we both pulled at my bathing suit trunks. My cock sprang free, and I pulled her over me again. She slid back and forth, back and forth making me harder than hard, making my dick slippery with her wetness.

  “Fuck yes,” I muttered in agony.

  I squeezed those fantastic tits together, brushed her nipples with my teeth over the fabric of her tunic. She cried out, her back stiffening, arching.

  “I want my cock inside you,” I breathed against her skin. “Now.” I gestured at the condom, and she snapped it up from the table, opened it with her teeth, and expertly fitted my hard length, her breath choppy. Her careful smoothing of the rubber over my aching shaft, so thorough, so conscientious; the blood rushed to my cock and brain in a crazy whirlpool.

  Her gaze snagged on mine. She seemed unsure of what to do next. I lifted her up and she settled over me, my hand guiding my hard dick just inside her wet heat.

  “Yes,” came out of my lips on a long groan as I nudged and slid inside her inch by fucking inch. Slick and tight. Sheer fucking perfection.

  “Bloody hell,” she muttered. “Oh, Turo…” She stilled.

  She was nervous.

  I kissed her neck. “Baby, you’re in the driver’s seat. You shift the gears. One at a time. You know what’s up ahead on the road. Hit the clutch, release. Do it.”

  She let go of a heavy breath and rocked her hips. She moved. She moved over me like a slithering snake, long and slow in a curving motion, slowly, slowly, quicker. She wanted more of me inside her. Buried inside her. Her rhythm became steady and harder. A creature gaining on her prey, her eyes on fire.

  I tore my gaze away from hers and focused on her gorgeous tits jiggling and hopping with her rough movements. I brought them to my mouth, sucking hard on her hard nipples. The wet fabric, her sweat and the scent of her soft skin rising from her throat ignited me
. They were the beach, the sun, the sea. My hips jacked up into hers and I quickened the pace. She blinked, her head dropping back, her jaw dropping.

  Fifth gear.

  Look at you, baby. On fucking fire.

  That mountain of pleasure loomed ahead, and I was gaining on it. I would take her there with me.

  She’s taking me there.

  “Turo!” she cried out.

  And my heart flew up my throat.

  I held on to her ass, my fingers digging into her generous cheek, the thumb of my other hand going between her legs, strumming her clit. A low moan escaped her lips, her fingertips digging into my shoulders as she fucked me. My eyes collided with hers. I couldn’t not look. I couldn’t not get there without her.

  That’s where I wanted to be. With her. We were doing this together. She was giving me this—

  Her flaming gaze mirrored the sensations overwhelming me, and those sensations rose to dance with hers.

  Hunger. Recklessness. Impulsiveness. Relentlessness. Single mindedness.

  All of it. Us.

  Her insides squeezed me in further, and I let out a harsh breath, my lungs crushing.

  Fuck, yes, yes, yes.

  “Hold on to me,” I gritted out.

  She clutched at me and, grabbing her hips, I lifted her and planted her ass on the table.

  Crash. The wine glasses flew. Forks clattered on the floor, the sharp noises making her eyes flash. I pushed her back on the surface and cuffing her neck with one hand, gripping her waist with the other. Her legs spread wide and bent at my side, and I plowed inside her, pumping fast and vicious.

  All of her, all of her, right the fuck now.

  Her body jostled on the table, the table jostled with our bodies sliding and colliding into one another. Raw, nasty, loud. She cried out sharply and we both crashed, twisted, soared in our frenzy. A thousand pieces of us flew around the kitchen. My yell entwined with hers, and she melted back onto the table. Slowly, two of my fingers massaged up and down on either side of her clit.

  She gasped sharply, her hips twisting, head knocking back, a hand swatting at mine. Greek words tumbled from her mouth. “Oxi!”

  I slapped her hand away. “I decide,” I gritted out in her ear on a thrust. “I decide—” thrust “— what’s enough”—thrust—“when it’s enough.” Thrust.

  Yes, I’m keeping that orgasm coming, baby, my wild, untamed Maenad.

  Her legs hitched on my hips, her heels digging into my ass. I ripped the flimsy tunic down her chest and licked long, thick strokes around her hard nipples, grinding inside her. I licked her sweaty throat, up her chin as my hand cuffed her neck stiffly applying just the right amount of pressure. She blinked, her features tightening, my fingers pressed against her clit and I claimed her mouth in a deep, hard kiss. She shuddered in my hold.

  “Turo!”

  Releasing her, I smoothed her hair back from her damp face. Her breaths were fast and hard, her face flushed and sweaty, her stare dazed. I pinched the hood of her pussy and she whimpered, her head falling back again.

  I hadn’t come yet, but I couldn’t tear my eyes away from her.

  I wanted to kiss her, feel her arms wrap around me, feel her wonder at all the sensations she was experiencing sink into me and I’d soak it all up. Every drop. I wanted her fingertips pressing into my back, her sexy voice whispering something in Greek as she bit my ear. Her tongue searing my flesh with licks and kisses.

  I took in a breath. Steadied myself, swallowed hard against the jolt rattling my insides. What the fuck? Maybe I’d gotten too much sun today and the wine had gone to my head?

  And my blood…

  And my cock…

  And my heart.

  Heat spiraled in my chest, unwinding through me. My mouth was suddenly dry, my shoulders stiffening. This was meant to be an escape from reality, wasn’t it? An indulgence, not—

  I sucked in air, my jaw set.

  She’d propped her elbows up on the table, her eyes narrowing, face hardening. Nothing escaped her scrutiny. “What’s wrong? Did that not qualify as a successful transaction?” she asked, her voice unusually taut, her tone positively flippant. “You didn’t finish. Have you gone beyond your prescribed limits?”

  I blinked away the sweat in my eyes. Smartass.

  I expected to hear something else after having successfully plowed through her years of faking it, not getting it right, not getting any. Of denying herself. My jaw hardened. She was right, wasn’t she? That was me—Impersonal Hard Fucks R Us. And now she’d caught me unable to deal with the other side of that.

  With feeling it.

  She’d felt it too, I know she had. That powerful tremor between us, an exchange of current. She was pleased, almost smug that she’d gotten me here, to the edge.

  I tore her legs open wide with one hand and slammed inside her once more, my other hand jamming down on her chest. Her sharp gasp made my heart race—was it a shock? Painful?

  I hope so.

  I thrust and thrust until I finally came. I bit down on a grunt as I held myself balls deep against her. “Did you get what you wanted?”

  She pressed her lips together, her chin lifting. Defiant to the last. “Né,” she muttered, her voice ragged, unrecognizable. “Yes, I got what I wanted.”

  I slid out of her, snapping the rubber off, tying it up. “So did I.”

  34

  Turo

  After our sextravaganza in the kitchen ended on a strained, sour note, we both cleaned up the kitchen in silence and receded to our rooms.

  I took a hot shower, and with the window wide open, sprawled naked on the bed and hoped that a Mediterranean siesta would claim me. The Greek afternoon nap when the heat was high in high summer was a tradition. It wasn’t that hot yet, but hot enough.

  Today, right now, I was plenty hot. The breeze danced on my bare skin and I drifted, battling Berezin’s laugh, the feel of his gun in my hand, Mauro’s glare at my front door.

  Fuck off, all of you fuck off.

  Forty minutes later I woke up with one thing on my mind. One person. One woman. I wasn’t going to let anything get between us. Not defensiveness, not petty jealousy, not anything. I grabbed two condoms, and went to Adri’s room.

  Time to wake her up.

  In more ways than one.

  She was curled up on her bed in a tank top which was twisted on her torso revealing the swell of a breast and the valley of her belly. My cock hardened even more than it had on the short walk down the hallway to her room. I kneeled on the bed and licked a trail from her foot up to her thigh. Her body uncurled, stretched out on a moan. Stroking the silk of an inner thigh, I licked up and down her slit, my tongue swirling in her heat. Fuck yes. Yes. Yes. Slow and firm, round and around.

  A loud gasp, legs tensing, a hand digging in my hair. Eyes blinking. “Turo!”

  Her eyes wide and blazing locked on mine as I ate her, her taste racing through my blood. Her lips parted, jaw slackened, her body relaxed in my tight grip and she spread her legs wider for me, her hips rocking up to meet my mouth, a foot on my shoulder. Tugging her flimsy panty out of my way, two of my fingers slid inside her pussy and worked her inner wall and I sank my mouth over her clit and suckled. She moaned loudly, her back arching, heel digging in my back.

  Yes, desperation, I loved its primal call.

  I ripped the tank top off her and brought her face down to the floor so her tits would rub against the rough reedy rug on the wood floor. Her ass was up in the air, and I pulled on her panty, and it snapped off in my hand. I bit into that gorgeous ass and lavished the bite with a tender kiss. Moans rose from the rug.

  Suiting up, I pulled her arms back and thrust inside her quickly, her tiny cries filling the room. She throbbed on me, and it took everything I had to not blow, to maintain my rapid, hard pace. Her loud moans fed my determination. She exploded, her face falling into the rug. I released her arms and, ripping the condom off my dick, I took my cock in hand and—ah fuck— came on that beau
tiful ass.

  She lay sprawled on the floor, her breaths coming hard and heavy, my cum pooling on her flesh, marking her. More moans rose from the rug. Leaning back on my haunches, I wiped at the sweat on my chest.

  Adri reached for my hand and I leaned over and gave it to her. Bringing it to her mouth, she kissed my fingers, and that warm curl in my chest sprang to life again. I lay down on the floor and took her in my arms, wiping my cum over her hips and middle, up her tits. She hooked a leg over my waist, her breaths easing.

  “I really like siesta time,” I whispered, nipping at her throat.

  “I must say, I’ve never truly appreciated it until now.” She kissed me, licked my throat like a cat desperate for every last drop of milk in its bowl. “I’m taking the pill, but do you have any more condoms or do we need to go to the chemist’s?”

  Oh yeah, we were definitely over the bullshit tension.

  “Only one more,” I replied, twisting a nipple.

  A grin tipped her lips, and she pushed me over and straddled me. “We need to go shopping this afternoon.”

  “We do,” I said, flicking a thumb over her swollen clit. “Now get that pussy on my mouth.”

  People filled the streets. The stores had reopened for the early evening and the cafés had filled up. We were entering the second phase of our day, and a long evening stretched out before us.

  Adri stopped at a kiosk and lingered over a rack of magazines, not the fashion, beauty, or health variety. The gossip kind. I scanned the crowd. No sign of brown leather jacket guy.

  I wrapped an arm around Adri’s waist, and her forehead creased, her gaze riveted on the magazines.

  “What is it?” I asked.

  “Everyone’s guessing who the target of the shooting was.”

  “From what happened at the party in Mykonos, my bet is it’s Luca related. He doesn’t make friends wherever he goes.”

  “Hmm,” was her only reply as she scanned more headlines.

  “Here’s the party—” I pointed out a magazine cover featuring Alessio laughing with Elektra, and an inset photo of Adri with Kaspar. Another gossip magazine, and there were so damned many for such a small country, had a photo of Adri’s mother, elegantly decked out in a form-fitting suit, holding a plaque.