by catjohnson
“It is. Just like lettuce, but it grows in the sea.”
Those gorgeous lips twisted. “You mean like sea weed?”
“Try it.”
She sighed. “Okay.”
He watched as she chewed. Yeah, it would be a little rubbery but that didn’t mean it didn’t taste good. Meanwhile, he was imagining what that mouth could do to him. To distract himself, he started talking. “Sea kelp is very high in protein, fiber, vitamins B and E, and manganese.”
Looking less than impressed, she swallowed. “Oh, good, because I’ve often thought how I don’t get enough manganese in my diet.”
Now his lips twisted. “Admit it. It’s not that bad.”
Rolling her eyes, she finally smiled. “It’s not that bad.”
He returned her smile. “I told you so. Ready for some abalone?”
A short laugh burst from Gillian. “I don’t know. Am I?”
“Yes.” If she wasn’t, he would have to get her ready because the meat was nearly gone and would be too warm to eat soon anyway. Unless they tried making jerky out of the limited leftover steak, this was what they would have to survive on until they were rescued.
He began a detailed lecture about abalone, making it sound as attractive as possible. “Some people say the flavor is richer than scallops. The texture is supposed to be firmer than calamari. It’s a delicacy, prized by the Chinese.”
“I don’t usually eat my scallops or my calamari raw. In fact, deep fried and greasy and smothered in red sauce is how I prefer my calamari.”
“We don’t have to have the abalone raw. I mean, it can be served raw in sushi or ceviche, but it can be grilled too, or even fried.” Abandoning his bowl, he got up and pulled two aluminum foil packets from the coals at the edge of the fire. “I wrapped it with a little white wine, lemon, salt and pepper.”
Her eyebrows shot up. Had he actually impressed her? “You are quite the survival chef, aren’t you? Perhaps you should get your own cable cooking show. Half Survivor, half Rachel Ray.”
“Not a bad idea. You can be my sidekick. We’ll roam the world, stopping in all the most exotic places and I’ll cook for you.” Jamie looked up and found her watching him as he plated the fish and handed it to her. She had a strange expression on her face. “What?”
Her throat worked as she swallowed. “That sounds nice actually, traveling the world, eating. Together.”
Out of the blue, the memory of her going down over his cock the day they met hit him like a physical blow. His body immediately woke up. “Um. Here.”
Taking the plate he thrust in her direction, she broke the gaze and concentrated on the food. “Thanks.”
With the second dish he’d prepared for himself in hand, he sat again as Gillian began systematically to devour the fish. “I guess you like it.”
“Yes. It’s good.” Her eyes shot nervously to him, then away again. Was she suddenly shy around him? Or was it something else?
The tension between them was almost palpable. His gut twisted and his erection got even harder. To distract himself from thinking about throwing her over his shoulder and tossing her onto his bed, he shoved a forkful of abalone into his mouth. When he glanced up, she was watching him again.
She placed the now empty plate on the blanket next to her and, if his mind wasn’t playing tricks on him, she leaned toward him. Or perhaps he leaned closer to her.
“Jamie.”
“Yeah?”
Their faces were a breath apart now. His gaze dropped to watch her lips part as her breath quickened.
“Reilly!” The squeal had him pulling back guiltily just as Reilly sped past, laughing and swinging a bikini top over his head as a topless bridesmaid pursued him covering bouncing bare breasts with her hands.
Brandon’s laughter came from somewhere in the dark followed by a female voice saying, “You two are a couple of immature idiots.”
His response to that was, “Yeah, whatever. You know you love it.”
That was followed by another scream and the sound of a slap as Jamie guessed Brandon had most likely imitated Reilly and grabbed the other girl’s top.
Jamie feared the romantic moment had been lost. He glanced back to Gillian. The dark look of desire still in her eyes made him think again.
What the hell. What’s the worst thing she could do? Slap him? Say no? Jamie gathered his courage and went for it. “I think I could use some privacy. How about you?”
“God, yes.”
Heart pounding, he glanced at the plates surrounding them. As anxious as he was to get her alone, he supposed he should take them below.
Gillian’s fingers wrapped around his bicep. “Leave it. We’ll clean up later.”
She pulled him to his feet and toward the yacht, and he didn’t think about the dishes again.
The door to the stateroom was barely closed before her lips crashed into his. It was not the tentative kiss of a woman who’d only just met a man two days before, but instead, the frantic, clothes-tearing kind. The kind of kissing that could only lead to something else.
Jamie fell backward onto the bed with Gillian on top of him. Their lips stayed locked and their tongues tangled as she worked on the button and zipper of his shorts.
When her hand touched the bare flesh of his erection, she groaned. “Where are the condoms?”
“Top middle drawer.”
He immediately missed her touch as she released her grip and crawled off him. Beams of moonlight lit her movements. He watched her take out the box of condoms and leave them on the dresser. She quickly pulled off her clothes, every last piece until she stood completely nude and gorgeous before him.
Her skin glowed, and he drew in a sharp breath. He had to touch her. He stood, yanked off his only remaining article of clothing, and threw the T-shirt to the ground. He closed the short distance between them, clutched her face in his hands, and plunged his tongue into her mouth. He slid his hands down to her waist, lifted her and set her on top of the dresser.
Blindly he felt for and located the box of condoms, only to find her hand already there. The sound of a foil wrapper tearing was followed by her hands on his cock, rolling the condom over him.
“Now.” She spread her thighs and pulled him between them.
His breath came out in a whoosh as he did what he was told and sunk easily into her wet and waiting body. “Oh, God. Yes.”
It felt as good as he remembered. Better in fact, and this time he intended not to rush off to battle a storm the moment they finished. He couldn’t get enough of her. He plunged in and out, hard and fast, crashing against the wood of the dresser with his thighs with each stroke. When he tired of the dresser, he moved them both to the bed. They never broke apart. He simply picked her up while he stayed buried inside her and fell onto the mattress. Then he continued like they’d never moved.
Jamie lifted her hips to meet his thrusts as her body started to grip his. Then she was coming around him. He came with her and, still erect, kept going, plunging deep over and over again.
He didn’t know how long they made love. He lost count of how many times she came beneath him before finally the tingling spread through his body again and he exploded inside her a second time.
Panting, he collapsed as she gasped under him.
“That was…” Jamie with all of his education and supposed brains couldn’t come up with an adequate adjective to describe what had just happened between them.
“Incredible.” The word Gillian supplied was as good as any.
“Yeah.” He brushed the hair from her face. “Absolutely, amazingly incredible.”
“Then how can I still want you so badly?” She gazed at him and made that confession.
Jamie groaned. “I don’t know, but I feel the same.”
“How many condoms are in that box?”
“Ten, I think.”
“That won’t be enough.”
His eyes opened wide. “For tonight?”
She laughed. “No, for howeve
r long we’re stuck here.”
Being stranded was looking better by the second. “Then when they’re gone, we’ll just have to get creative.”
“If straight up sex is this good, what’s it going to be like when we start getting creative?”
He swallowed hard and considered the possibilities. “I don’t know. Maybe we should give it a try now and find out.”
She drew in a ragged breath. “Good idea.”
Jamie slid down her body and settled between her thighs. Gillian’s breath caught in her throat when his mouth connected with her clit. A shuddering breath escaped her and he groaned. She gripped his head in both hands and held him tighter. He filled her with his fingers and pressed her G-spot. His fingers moved within her, rhythmically working the spot he knew—or at least had read—would make her feel incredible. At the same time, he tortured her clit with tongue and teeth. She moaned as though what he was doing was working for her, but then she tried to move closer and released a frustrated sigh.
Jamie lifted his head. “What’s wrong?”
“It’s not enough. I can’t get enough of you.” She braced her feet on the bed and raised her hips. That gave him an idea that made his cock hard all over again. He moved his hand back and circled her tight puckering hole with just the tip of one finger.
Gillian’s breath drew in sharply. He hoped that meant she wanted more. He knew he at least wanted more. But judging by the way she lifted her ass up just a bit higher and held there for him, she wanted it too. He replaced his finger with his mouth and pushed his tongue inside her ass. She moaned, pushing back against him. They’d both bathed in the ocean today right before dinner and she tasted of saltwater. He laved her, working his tongue in and out until she was panting and he was hornier than he ever remembered being in his life.
“More. Please.” Her voice sounded husky.
He pressed one finger inside her again and felt her muscles clench against him, before incredibly, amazingly, releasing and allowing him to push deeper, all the way past his knuckle.
“Yes,” she hissed. “More.”
In the darkness, Jamie drew in a shaky breath. “How much more?”
She pulled him up by the shoulders so his face was level with hers, then reached down and grasped his erection. “All of you.”
He swallowed so loudly she could probably hear it. “We’ll need lubrication.”
“I’m sure you can come up with something. I trust you.”
Her trust warmed his heart—the heart that was pounding so loudly he could barely hear anything else.
Jamie leapt off the bed. “I’ll be right back.”
He grabbed the flashlight and ran for the galley. The olive oil was still outside from their feast and he didn’t want to get dressed again to go out to get it. His light hit upon a small bottle of truffle-infused oil in the cabinet. A bit gourmet for their purposes, but it would do.
Practically sprinting Jamie returned, naked and not caring who saw, to the stateroom to find Gillian had rolled over onto her stomach. Her ass faced up for the taking. For him to take.
Jamie swallowed again and strode to the bed, unscrewing the cap of the bottle as he went. The oil was cool as he drizzled it onto the length of his penis. He spread it around, then glanced at her ass.
“Lift up.” His own voice sounded as husky as hers had.
She did as he asked and he truly feared passing out. Drawing in a shaky breath, he tilted the bottle and watched a thin stream of oil fall, hitting the skin at the base of her spine before running between her cheeks. She hissed in a breath and, reaching back, spread the beautiful globes of her ass for him. He poured more oil and watched it pool in her tight hole.
The bottle abandoned on the bedside table, Jamie kneeled behind her and pressed one fingertip into her. He pushed in easily. She rocked back against him, fucking her ass with his finger while moaning.
“God, Jamie. Fill me. I need you to fill me.”
“My pleasure.” The flashlight he’d put down on the bed when he’d returned from the galley lit her glistening, well-oiled ass as well as his cock as he guided the wide flared head of his erection to her hole and pushed inside.
She stilled, not even breathing as his steady pressure buried him deep inside the tightest place he’d ever been. Then she began to rock against him.
“Put something else in me.” Gillian panted.
He plunged his fingers inside her pussy as he fucked her ass with his cock.
“More,” she gasped.
The flashlight rolled from the rocking of the bed and caught his attention. Hell, why not? They’d already gone so far past all accepted social convention he couldn’t believe it. Jamie grabbed the flashlight and slid the handle into her wet pussy.
“Yes.” She pushed against his hand, forcing it in deeper. “Fuck me.”
Jamie plunged his cock in and out of her ass while fucking her with the flashlight at the same time until she was crying out and trembling. Her orgasm gripped him, her muscles bearing down so tightly he could barely move within her ass.
“Oh my God.” He shuddered and reached for the bottle, dripped more oil onto the spot where their bodies were joined, then picked up speed. He fucked her hard and fast until sweat dripped from his face onto her back. Until her face was buried in the pillow and her cries turned to keening as her muscles continued to convulse around him.
She reached down and began to finger her clit. From his position behind her, he watched in amazement. This was sex like you saw in the movies. Like you read about in those magazines but never believed anyone actually had. Yet they were having it. He was having it.
Her cries took on a different tone, deeper, more powerful, with a quality that sounded almost as if she’d reached another level of orgasm. Then he felt it, the hot wet wash of liquid run over his hand where he gripped the flashlight still inside her.
“Oh my God. You’re squirting. Oh my God. Oh my God. Oh my God.” Jamie knew he sounded like an idiot, but he couldn’t help it. The only time he’d ever even seen this was on a porn site the frat guys had made him watch. But she was doing it now, and judging by her reaction and cries, it felt fucking amazing for her too.
It was the end of him. He plunged in, once, twice, and then held and came so hard it felt like flames and ice both bathed him from the inside out, blazing a path from his balls up his spine.
Bowed over her back, he held his cock still and deep and tried to catch his breath.
Pulling the flashlight slowly from inside her but not wanting to leave her just yet, he left his slack cock inside her ass where it cradled him. Finally it slipped out. He glanced down and in the glow of the flashlight lying again on the mattress, he could see how her body had stretched wide to accommodate him. Oil and his semen slipped from inside her.
“Holy fuck.” He drew in a shaky breath and wrapped his arms around her, tumbling them both over until they lay on their sides, spooning.
“You can say that again.”
What he’d really like, would be to do that again. And again. And again. But now Jamie could begin to think rationally, he had to wonder if he’d hurt her. He hadn’t been gentle. “Are you all right?”
“Mmm. I’m fine.” She nearly purred the words, like a sleepy, happy kitten.
There was hope for a repeat in his future after all. Jamie smiled and tightened his hold around her. “Good.”
He was more than fine.
Chapter Nine
Gillian woke to shouting from on deck, followed by the sound of a horn. An extremely loud horn, the kind you found on really big ships. She sat bolt upright, nearly flipping Jamie off the bed in the process. “Did you hear that?”
His heavily-lidded eyes flew open wide. He sprung from the mattress and reached for his underwear on the floor. “It sounded like a ship.”
“Could we be rescued?”
“I think so.”
She followed his lead and looked for her own clothes while trying to ignore the places in her body th
at were sore from what they’d done.
What they’d done. Jeez. She’d begged him to do things to her she’d never done before. She glanced at him quickly. He seemed more concerned with getting dressed in case they were rescued, rather than the fact she’d acted like a nymphomaniac last night. Thank God for both the distraction and the rescue.
Once his bottom half was covered with shorts, he ran to the porthole. “It looks like a military ship.”
They pawed through the remaining scattered clothing on the floor of the stateroom, and passed each other items. She didn’t bother with a bra and just threw on the T-shirt he handed her. He pulled his own over his head.
“We’re rescued.” Arms wrapped around her, Jamie lifted her off the ground and let out a whoop.
Once he set her down again, she blew out a steadying breath. “We’re going home.”
“Yes, we are.” He grinned. “I told you it was only a matter of time before someone found us. Come on.”
Jamie grabbed her hand to pull her toward the door. Her glance hit on the tangled sheets on the bed and the assorted other items scattered about the room, all a testament to their night together. Condom wrappers, a towel, a bottle of oil from the galley. Even the small flashlight he’d used to light their way to the stateroom the night before had, at one point, been employed in their sex play.
Her cheeks blazed at the memory. “I have to clean up in here first.”
Looking around the room himself, Jamie smiled. “Yeah, I guess we should before Rob comes in.”
He bent to pick up a torn foil wrapper off the floor.
“I can do it. You go on up.” She needed time alone to process it all.
Jamie hesitated. “You sure? I can help.”
“No, I’m good. You go. Rob may need you to explain to them what you’ve done to the engine or something so they can fix it.”
“You’re right. They can probably have it up and running in no time.” He grabbed her and kissed her hard once more. “We’re gonna make that wedding after all. Your sister will be so happy.”