by Laura Wylde
“Dear God,” she said in a weak voice.
“You liked?”
“Dear God,” she said, again. Her brain wasn't working. The only thing it was able to concentrate on was how good he'd made her feel...and how badly she wanted to feel it again. She wanted to feel him. She wanted to make him feel good too. She pushed on his chest. He was too heavy for her to move, but he understood that she wanted to sit up. He moved back, sitting up as much as the low ceiling would allow him. Rose slowly pushed him back as she climbed onto his lap. When he was flat on his back and her body was molded to her, she kissed his lips softly and then the way he had done moments before, she let her own mouth travel down his body...touching him with her lips and her tongue and stopping to nibble at his nipples.
His body was hard as a rock and her tongue was having fun tracing across the planes of it. She let it roll across his abs and delighted in the way his body shook in anticipation as she got close to what she imagined to be a massive erection even though she had yet to touch it with her hand. She licked around it first, listening to his short, ragged breaths...and then suddenly she licked across it, tasting the soft, silky bead of fluid that had gathered at the tip and making him moan. Asher put his big hands in her hair, wrapping the long, still wet strands of it around his thick fingers. Rose opened her lips and let his cock slide in between them. While she sucked only the tip, she brought her right hand over and wrapped it around his girth. She shuddered herself when she felt how big he actually was. For half a second she worried if she'd even be able to accommodate him...but she was too far gone to back out now. She began to stroke it up and down as she took more of him into her mouth. Her tongue was busy, moving the whole time as she sucked. Asher was groaning and pulling at her hair and once Rose managed to get him to the back of her throat, she slowly released him and the next time she engulfed him it was quick and she felt him throb. Blood was racing to his member, making him larger and hotter as she sucked. He was panting her name with every breast and the sound of his sexy voice and satisfied noises egged her on. She sucked harder and faster, almost gagging herself on him...he wasn't just big, he was huge...but Rose was so hot and so wet, she thought she was ready.
When Asher pulled at her hair, to try and pull her off his cock, she went willingly. Using her momentum, she slithered quickly up his body like a snake, sliding up and down that big, hard cock with her slick pussy before lifting her hips and allowing it to line up with her opening. The head felt too large, but she had to have him now. He let her take the lead, she was sure because he was afraid of hurting her. She slowly slid down, feeling herself open up a fraction of an inch at a time to wrap around him, blanketing his hard cock in a velvet vice. Rose was out of her mind with a type of lust she'd never felt before and although it almost felt like he was tearing her apart, she didn't stop until she had him as deep inside as he could go. She felt him slide his hands down her back and cup the cheeks of her butt. “Rose,” he whispered.
“Hmm?” She was sliding up, still slowly, letting his cock out inch by inch. When only the head remained inside of her, she slammed her hips down, this time taking it all at once. She cried out and Asher caught her cries with his lips. He held her down on top of him and he took over. While he kissed her and sucked on her tongue, he moved his hips up and down, pounding into her. Rose found herself wishing they had more room. She wanted to see him up above her, looking down at her as he thrust that big cock up inside of her and pulled it out. But, she wouldn't be greedy. What they had was already better than anything she'd ever had before, cave or no cave, sand and gravel aside as well.
“You feel like heaven,” Asher said when he pulled his mouth back off of hers. “I'm not kidding. I've never felt anything so good, or so right.” He grunted as he spoke and squeezed her cheeks tighter. Rose felt another orgasm building in her toes and her head began to swim. She buried her face in his neck and in a muffled voice she said,
“I've never felt anything like this either, Asher. Oh God...I'm going to come again.”
“Me too, baby,” he grunted out, “Me too.” She felt that hard body get even harder as it tensed and his huge erection grew even more inside of her. He let out a sound so loud that she almost feared it would set off an avalanche. It was primal and seemed to come from deep in his chest. His grip on her was so tight that she would undoubtedly have finger marks on her flesh...but she didn't care. All she cared about at that second was the peak she was standing on top of and the wonderful feeling as she free-floated through the atmosphere, with Asher by her side. She would almost accept what they had just done as proof that he was a God, she thought. No mere mortal man could make her feel that good.
Chapter 10
“So you spent the entire night in a cave?” Rose and Asher had fallen asleep after they made love and then at dawn, after the rain broke, they made love one more time on the beach before returning to the camp. Their shelter was destroyed, but thankfully the men had survived. Beau and Dexter seemed happy to see them. Ryder, slightly suspicious.
“Yes, a tiny little hole in the rocks,” Rose said. She looked at Asher and said, “It's a miracle he even fit.” He smiled at her and Ryder said,
“You two had sex.”
Rose felt her face go hot. “Excuse me?” Asher took a step toward Ryder and Rose put her hand up to stop him.
“You had sex. It's obvious.”
Rose felt Asher's body tense as he said, “What's obvious is that it's none of your business.” Now everyone except Asher was staring at her. His eyes were still on Ryder. She was afraid he was going to pounce. Ryder was in good shape, but she feared that Asher might crush him, still.
“Everyone needs to calm down,” she said. “First of all, Ryder, Asher is right. What the two of us did or didn't do in private is no one's business but ours. Just because we're stranded here together does not mean I gave up my expectation of privacy.” She looked at Asher then and said, “We survived a plane crash and two nights on this island. We're not going to kill each other over petty jealousy. I'm soaked to the skin. I'm going to bathe in the Lagoon, alone. I expect you to all be in one piece when I get back.” She found the suitcase with the clothes in it. They were damp, but the metal case had protected them from the worst of the storm. She pulled out a pair of cotton shorts and a t-shirt and when she stood up, Beau was there offering her a cup of coffee. She smiled at him as she took it from his hand. He was ever the peacemaker. “Thank you, Beau. This is exactly what I needed.”
He smiled at her and said, “Do you mind if I tell you something?”
“No, not at all.”
“I've always been very open minded about sex. I think with the right person, or people, it's good for the soul. I can see that whatever happened between you and Asher lightened both of your loads and elevated your moods. I think that's cool. We're just here to survive, right?”
She smiled up at him and put her hand on his face. “You're an amazing man, Beau. That single mother of yours did a great job.” Surprising her, Beau kissed the palm of her hand before giving it back to her and said,
“Thank you. And whoever left you in that basket at the bookstore missed out on raising one hell of a woman. Go clean up and get warm. I'll keep an eye on Zeus and...whoever that other guy is, while you're gone.” They both laughed and Rose thanked him again before going for her bath.
Rose made sure no one had followed her when she got to the lagoon before stripping off her clothes and sliding down into the warm water. It was almost like taking a bath at home except the surroundings were much more beautiful, and she had room to move around. For a while, she just floated underneath the surface of the shallow lagoon, closing her eyes and turning her face up to the sun. She felt much more relaxed than she had since she'd been there...the night with Asher had definitely been good for her soul. She thought about him again and shuddered. Rose hadn't been with many men in her life. Between her parents instilling values in her and her quest for a successful career, men and sex had never been a
priority. Of course she had needs like everyone else, but she had been content to wait until she met the “right” guy. She thought Trevor was him for a while, but after that turned out so badly, she was almost certain it would be a long time before she let a man get close to her again.
She thought about the look on Ryder's face when she and Asher turned back up at the campsite. He hadn't called her a slut outright, but she had the feeling that was what he was thinking. Maybe she was wrong and she was just being defensive. Why would Ryder care who she had sex with. It wasn't like the two of them were close. Maybe he just didn't approve of women that were comfortable with their sexuality. He could be old-fashioned in that respect. As she reached onto the rock behind her for her soap and began to lather up, she suddenly wondered why she cared. Ryder's opinion should really mean nothing to her...but for some reason his judgmental tone and look had stuck in her craw and she couldn't wrench it loose.
She finished her bathing with everything that had happened over the past two days running through her head, dried off as well as she could with one of the small hand towels, and dressed. She felt refreshed and once she sat down on the warm rock next to the water and drank the rest of the coffee that Beau had fixed for her, she felt energized as well, and ready for whatever the day would throw her way...or so she thought. The vision of the deity in front of her startled her and she let out a little cry. So far, even though no one else could see or hear them, the Gods and Goddess had come to her with another of the survivors around. And so far, the others had been almost fully clothed...at least their genitalia had not been exposed. This one, not so much. She didn't know if it was male or female. The face was very effeminate and the hair was lustrous and shiny. The facial features were delicate and the deity had a long, slim neck. The breasts were exposed, high and firm and what Rose would have to call beautiful although women had never been her thing. But the confusing part was that despite the breasts and the fairness of the face, this deity had a penis, and quite a large one. Rose didn't realize she was staring at it until the God, or Goddess said her name. Her head whipped up to the woman's face and she said,
“Who are you...and I'm sorry, but what are you?”
“I'm Aphroditus.” Rose thought she remembered most of her Greek Mythology. She definitely knew who Aphrodite was...but Aphroditus? She didn't recall that one. Still, she couldn't bring herself to come right out and ask about the penis so she said,
“What have you come to share with me, Aphroditus? Hopefully it's more informative than what I've been told by the rest of your...peers?”
“You're running out of time, Rose. You only have one day left.”
“One day to do what? See that's the problem. If someone could please share with me what it is I'm supposed to be doing, that would be great.”
“Did you enjoy your time with Zeus's grandson?”
“Asher?”
“Yes, that's his human name, Did you have fun?”
“That's a personal question, We've only just met. Tell you what. I'll make a deal with you. You answer one of my questions, honestly and directly, and I'll answer yours, the same.”
Aphroditus smiled. Her face was not beautiful, but the smile was radiant. “You're a brave girl to face a Goddess alone and make demands.”
At least she had her answer about God or Goddess, sort of. “I don't mean to make demands,” Rose said. “But, I am growing tired of the games. I would just like to know once and for all...what is it I'm supposed to choose?”
Aphroditus smiled again and said, “The father of your child.” Rose was frustrated and annoyed when the deity vanished immediately afterwards...but, not surprised. With an annoyed sigh, she began her walk back to camp. Rose had no intentions of having a child. Not then, and maybe not ever. Besides building her career, she just didn't see herself as the motherly type. She didn't have anything against children, she had just never longed for one of her own. So...if that was the “choice” these Gods were waiting for her to make, they would be in for a long wait.
When Rose got back to the campsite, it was quiet. She didn't see any of the guys around at first, and when she spotted Ryder and realized he was the only one in the campsite, she almost snuck away before he saw her. “Rose?” But, it was too late. Damn.
“Where's everyone at?”
Ryder gestured at their ruined shelter and said, “Out looking for more materials. The rain destroyed this one. I wanted to apologize to you.”
“For what?”
He smiled. “For putting my nose in your business earlier, uninvited. I don't usually do that. I'm pretty good at keeping to myself and keeping my life very low on the drama scale.”
“Well thank you for the apology, but, can I ask you something?”
“Sure.”
“You thought badly of me for having sex with Asher...why?”
“It's not important,” he said.
“Maybe it is to me.”
“I didn't think badly of you. I was jealous.”
“Jealous? Of me or Asher?”
Ryder laughed. “Now who's judging? I'm not gay, Rose.”
“Well, you haven't told us anything about yourself, so I thought maybe there was something you had to hide. And I wasn't judging. I have no problem with someone's choices.”
“You want to walk?”
“Sure.” He started to walk toward the beach, and she followed him. As they walked he said,
“I don't mean to be secretive about my life. I am a private person. Like I said earlier, I keep to myself and that keeps the drama level low.”
“Can I ask what it is that you do? Are you a doctor, the way everyone suspects?”
He nodded and shoved his hands in his pockets. His green eyes stared off into the distance as he said, “My parents adopted me. I didn't know that until I was about five and I asked them why I couldn't have a baby brother. They sat me down and told me that they had tried, and failed to have a child for a lot of years before they “chose” me.” He paused so Rose said,
“I was adopted too.”
He nodded. “I heard you and Beau talking about it. I never went looking for my “real” parents either. The ones I had were doing a great job and the only thing I missed growing up was a sibling. They tried to adopt another child but that process can get expensive and they weren't wealthy people. They finally settled on just doting on me,” he smiled. “But their experience got me to thinking about all the people in the world who wanted children but couldn't have them. I was always...gifted, was the way the teachers put it. I loved school and I was a straight “A” student all the way through. I got a scholarship to NYU and decided to major in Pre-Med. From there, I went to medical school and obtained my residency in obstetrics and gynecology. And then...I went on to become an expert in fertility medicine. In New York, I'm known as “The Baby Maker.”
“Oh my goodness!” Rose stopped walking. “I've heard of you. Now that I think about it, I've seen you in the society pages. You're always dressed to the nines and have a...I'm so dumb. I asked if you were gay. You're the guy that is always photographed with a different woman, but refuses to discuss any of them in interviews.”
He smiled. “That's me. I don't think it's anyone's business, and it has nothing to do with my business. I go to a lot of charity events in New York and yes, I usually take a different date to each one. I don't often date a woman more than once.”
“Can I ask why?”
“I just work so much that I don't have time to dedicate to a relationship. It wouldn't be fair to put a woman in the position of having feelings for me and leave her sitting home, most nights, alone. Most women think they can change my mind about that, but I honestly haven't met one that I thought could...so far.”
“What about kids of your own?” She asked. “You've helped make so many families. Do you want to make one of your own someday?”
“That would be just as unfair as being with one woman would be. I don't see myself slowing down enough at work to be a present fathe
r.” He chuckled slightly and said, “You want to know what has frustrated me the most since we've been on this island?”
“What's that?”
“All this stuff about the Gods...they are real, they aren't real, honestly, I don't care either way. I feel like it's just this huge distraction and we should be focusing on getting off this island rather than all the strange things going on here. As a matter of fact, the strange things are another reason we should be dying to get out of here.”
“I agree...to a point. I want to go home more than anything, but Ryder, these Gods...or hallucinations if that's what you want to call them, they're trying really hard to tell us something. And, if they're right, we'll be out of here by tomorrow either way.”
“And you believe that? You believe them?”
“I'm not sure what I believe they are...but, I do believe they are something that is trying to reach out to us. Ryder, when I was in that cave with Asher, another God came to me. Guess which one?”
Ryder sighed. “Big, strong, narcissistic...Zeus, maybe?”
She nodded. “That was a given...but guess what?”
“What?”
“I was visited by another one when I was alone, down at the lagoon.”
“And?”
“It was Aphroditus. You know who he is?”
“He/She...Aphroditus is a transvestite, right?”
“Yes, I guess, hermaphrodite is the correct term, maybe...I'm not sure. But guess what Aphroditus is most famous for?”