Diver's Heart

by K. A Knight

  If I had given in, if Tyler hadn’t interrupted us, would she have let me fuck her? If I’d reached under her suit, would she have been wet? Rolling my lip into my mouth, I reach out and softly pull down the zipper of her suit, exposing her skin. She shivers, but she doesn’t wake. I go slow, my eyes catching on every piece of skin I unveil until the fabric parts over her toned, bronze stomach. Her breasts push against the fabric of her sports bra, her nipples puckering in the cool air.

  Fuck, she’s perfect. I can’t help but tug on the bra’s front zip. Her breasts spring free, begging for my lips, so I lean down and suck a nipple into my mouth. She moans but remains half asleep as I drag the zipper on her wetsuit the rest of the way down, enough so I can slip my hand inside her panties and cup her wet heat.

  She’s fucking soaked for me already.

  Her pussy drips into my palm as she whimpers and pushes into the pressure, rubbing herself on my hand as I suck and lick her breasts. I watch as her arm moves and her eyes blink open in confusion before she looks down at me. It takes a minute for her to catch up, and when she does, her eyes widen further before simmering with desire. She stills beneath my touch, but I don’t stop. I cup her pussy hard, possessively, showing her exactly whom it belongs to. I don’t want hesitation or words, and I don’t want to restrain myself this time. I want her pleasure, and I want it now. I bite her nipple, forcing a gasp from her lips. The sound seems to wake her that last ounce.

  “Kal—what?” she mumbles.

  I pop her nipple free from my mouth and lick my lips as I smirk at her. “I’m done fighting it, princess. Every single fucking day, I want you even more, and I can’t take it anymore. I want you. I have to have you.” She swallows, her pink tongue darting out and licking her lips, making me groan. With my other hand, I cup her throat and narrow my eyes, trying to remain in control, even when I just want to flip her over, bury myself in her tight pussy, and fuck her until neither of us can think of anything but release. “Fuck, Andrews, don’t make me come before I even get inside you.”

  “Then better get to it, asshole,” she growls out, making me laugh as I kiss down the length of her body.

  “Not until I taste you. I’ve imagined fucking you for seven years. Seven hard, long years, princess, with nothing but my hand to satisfy these urges. So you will shut that goddamn mouth for once and lie back like a good girl and take what I have to offer.” I yank down her suit and throw it behind me, then I remove her knickers so she’s bare before me.

  She shivers again, but not from the cold. Her cheeks and chest flush with excitement as she parts those curvy, strong thighs without an ounce of embarrassment, showing me her wet, pink pussy. Grunting, I reach down and part her lips, tracing my fingers down her center before sucking them into my mouth. As soon as her taste hits my tongue, I lose it. I drop to my belly between her legs and force her thighs open to accommodate my wide shoulders.

  She throws her legs over them, sweeping her fingers into my hair and tugging me closer as I stare at her from just inches away. I watch her pussy clench for me. “So fucking pretty, and look how wet, princess. Did our fight get you all turned on?”

  “Hell yes,” she mutters, yanking harder now, nearly pulling my hair from its roots.

  “Does it always? I remember the way you used to watch me when we fought…your heaving chest and hungry eyes. Did you go and find my brother after to satisfy your desire?” I murmur as I drag my fingers down her pussy and dip them inside her. I watch as her channel clamps greedily around them before pulling them free, then I twist and shove them back in. She cries out, arching into me, her clit engorged and begging for my touch.

  I turn my attention to it, laving my tongue over it again and again before I flatten it and drag it down her core, circling her hole before moving back up. She groans my name, my fucking name. No one else’s, mine, and it sounds so sweet on her lips.

  So I reward her.

  Lashing her clit, I observe her as she plunges over that edge, exploding around my fingers and tongue. Her pussy clenches around me as she cries out and arches up, moving her hips desperately as she fucks herself on me. I lick her through her orgasm, cleaning around her hole, trying to taste every single drop of cream.

  She tastes like the fucking ocean, all sweet and fresh, and I can’t get enough. Pulling my fingers free, I rear up and suck them into my mouth as she watches me with a dazed, slack expression. She pants heavily, her hips dropping down and legs spread wide. Grinning, I press my fingers to her slightly parted lips.

  My dirty little girl sucks them hungrily, hollowing her cheeks. She keeps her eyes on me as she laves her tongue around them, tasting us both. Fuck, why is that so hot? I want to see her lips wrapped around my cock, l always have. So many times, I debated putting her on her knees and shoving my cock in her mouth just to shut her up during our arguments. Her eyes glint now like she knows.

  It’s the same glint she used to get.

  Damn, I’m screwed. Now that I’ve tasted her, I will never be able to go back, never be able to not need her, because one taste and I’m lost. I’m hers.

  “Problem, princess? Not what you’re used to? Expecting loving words? Well, tough shit, I’m crude and fucking hard, so get over it. Now get on your hands and knees and spread those thighs so I can fuck you until you scream loud enough for them to hear.”

  Her eyes narrow as she opens her lips and frees my fingers. I twirl them in a ‘bend over’ gesture, and she huffs. “No,” she snaps. “Now fuck me and shut up, you cocky asshole.”

  She’s fighting me on purpose.

  I arch an eyebrow in warning. I’m not feeling real anger, more like lust for our verbal sparring, for the hate and darkness it lets me express. I can be as vile as I want with her, and she will take it all. She will take all my demons as I fuck her, own her, decimate her.

  If she walks away this time, it will be with the knowledge that no other will compare to me. For the rest of her life, she will remember my cock deep inside her, wringing orgasm after orgasm from her body. Whenever she looks at me and tries to fight me, she will recall how I’m going to force my hard length down her throat to shut her up, and she’ll get wet.

  I can’t fucking wait.

  “Andrews, on your knees now,” I order, giving her an out. Of course my girl doesn’t take it.

  She sits up and grabs my cock through my suit. “Make. Me.”

  Two words.

  Two fucking words.

  A challenge, a dare. So be it.

  I grab her hair, wrap it around my hand, and yank her head back painfully until tears enter her eyes and her mouth parts on a whimper. Standing, I drag her to her knees as she reaches up to scratch at my hand. “Kal!” she protests, even as she leans into me, wanting more.

  “Shut the fuck up, Andrews. Take my cock out,” I demand.

  She chafes under the command, but I smirk.

  “If you want my cock, take it out and do as you’re told, or I’ll leave you wet and wanting, and make sure none of the others will help you. It’s me or none, Andrews. I won’t ask again.”

  She huffs and drops her hand to my suit, unzipping it until it slides to my feet. I shimmy out and kick it free, then she yanks down my boxers. She’s angry now, her eyes narrowed and mouth twisted. Fuck, I love her anger. “Problem, princess?” I taunt, fanning the flames.

  “No,” she snarls as she frees my cock. When the hard length springs free, she inhales sharply, staring at it with hungry eyes. Fuck.

  “Wrap your hand around it,” I order.

  She swallows but does as she’s told, rubbing her thumb on my piercing before she squeezes the base of my dick, making me jerk in her hand. She grins triumphantly. “Did I tell you to do that, Andrews?” I growl out. “For that, you will take it and like it.” I tap her chin. “Open and suck me down. All the way. Now.”

  She goes to protest, probably just for the fight alone, but when her lips open, I shove my cock inside. She gags at the sudden entrance before blinking back h
er tears and swallowing me down, but she stops before I make it balls deep. So with a hard thrust, I slam all the way in. Her eyes tear up again as she holds on, but as soon as she has a handle on it, she’s fine. “That’s it, princess, take all of me, I know you can. Suck me real good. Show me that mouth is good for more than just talking.”

  Her eyes narrow in determination. I know Peyton too well, and if she can’t talk, she will fight with her mouth, and won’t that be something fucking incredible?

  My eyes close as I widen my stance and pull out before slamming back in. She takes it, dragging her tongue along my cock, and as I pull out again, she flicks and plays with my piercing with her tongue.

  The sudden arc of pleasure slams through me and joins the already building release at the base of my spine. I won’t last long in her mouth, but I needed to see her on her knees before I buried myself in that sweet little pussy. She starts to hum around my cock, and I can’t take any more. I pull free so suddenly, she falls back to her ass, her lips puffy and breasts jiggling from the movement.

  “Knees,” I demand roughly, fighting my impending release. When I feel more in control, I narrow my eyes. “Now, Andrews.”

  “No,” she snaps and flips her hair back with a smile. “When you fuck me, you’re going to look at me, Kalen, so you can’t distance yourself. If I have to look at your brother with the knowledge of how you feel deep inside me, so do you. I want to ride your cock, so get on your fucking back…princess.”

  Well, fuck. I want to fight her, to be in charge, but honestly, the idea of her riding my cock with those magnificent tits swaying above me has me nearly cross-eyed, so for once, I relent. I drop to my knees and get onto my back, ignoring the stab of pain from the small cuts. She crawls up my legs before sitting across my abs, grinding her pussy against them. I groan as I reach out and grab her hips, rubbing her back and forth. I watch as her eyes close and she shivers. Fuck, she’s truly beautiful. Her golden skin gleams from the reflection of the water and the lights, and she’s all long blonde hair, swollen lips, and toned muscle.

  Her confidence in herself is so fucking sexy. She owns her body, loves it, embraces it. She knows just how much of a fucking weapon it is against a guy like me, and she wields it, still fighting me for control like always.

  My fucking warrior princess.

  She won’t be mine forever, but for now, she is.

  “Get that pussy around my cock, Andrews,” I demand, and she smirks at me as she slips down my body, scraping her nails across my chest as she lifts herself and settles above my cock. She lingers over it, teasing me like always.

  “So demanding. You’re such a needy fucking asshole,” she mutters, and then drops onto my cock, working down my length. I grunt as I refrain from thrusting up and slamming through her snug, wet heat. Fuck, she’s too tight, too fucking wet. The sensation of her wrapped around my cock like silk is driving me wild.

  “You gotta move, princess,” I rasp, blinking hard as I stop myself from taking over. She tests my control, wrecks it, but right now, I’m helpless beneath her. I don’t want to move, I don’t want to disturb her. Her magnificent body is on display above me, and when she starts to ride me, twisting and winding her hips before she uses her knees for leverage, I’m lost in her.

  I dig my fingers into her hips and help her, lifting and slamming her down, watching the wet slide of my cock pounding in and out of her entrance with a groan. Fuck, this is so wrong, so dirty, and I couldn’t stop even if I wanted to.

  She’s my everything, and in this moment, I forget all the reasons why I can’t love her and have her. Her body sways as if moving to music, a fucking siren’s call to a sailor like me. I thought it couldn’t possibly be as good as I imagined.

  It’s better.

  I’m fighting my release, wanting this to last forever. If this is the only time I get to have her, I want it to be amazing. Reaching down, I spank her clit, and she gasps, clenching around my cock. Glaring at me, she leans down and places her lips on mine, moaning into our kiss as I flick her pussy again.

  “Come on me, princess. Let me feel this tight cunt milk me,” I command against her lips, and flick her again, hard. She whimpers as I move her hips faster, sliding her down my long cock until she cries out. Her pussy clamps around me, trying to draw my release from my cock. With a roar, I flip us.

  I push her to her knees before me. Pulling from her pulsing cunt, I weave my hand into her hair and shove her down, then I yank her ass up and slam into her fluttering channel. My fingers dig into her plump skin along the shark bite scar. My fucking princess is a fighter.

  Her round ass is addictive, and I can’t stop watching it as I slam into her, watching my thick cock disappear into heaven itself.

  “Goddamn,” I growl, my grip denting her hips as I speed up. “You should see you taking my cock. It’s fucking hot watching you surrender and take all of me, princess.”

  Her back bows as she cries out. Leaning down, I wrap my hand around her throat and squeeze, cutting it off as I continue to fuck her—hard, fast, and uncaring about holding back anymore.

  “Kalen, please, fuck, please,” she begs, pushing back to take my cock, her cream dripping down my dick from how many times she’s come.

  I can’t wait to see her red, raw pussy dripping with my cum.

  “Please what, Andrews?” I snarl, fighting my release, even as my balls tighten and my back arches.

  “I-I need—” She whimpers and turns her head, pressing it to the stone floor. There’s no inch of air between us, our slick bodies moving together faster and faster.

  “Need what?” I grit out. My hand flexes on her throat, and I love seeing my tattooed knuckles clenched possessively around it.

  “Fuck, Kal!” she yells and slams back, twisting her hips as her pussy clamps around me again with her release.

  I can’t hold back this time. I try to fight her tight channel, but with a roar, my release bursts from me. Hips stuttering, I slam into her again, burying myself as deep as I can as my cock jerks and fills her with my seed.

  She slumps forward as I keep my cock in her until I’m spent. When I pull free, I lean back and watch my cum spill from her raw pussy as she lies there, breathing heavily. “Shit, that’s so hot, but you can’t get rid of me that easily, princess.” Scooping up my dripping release, I push my fingers back inside her. She cries out, writhing as I fuck her quickly with my digits, forcing my cum back inside her before pulling free.

  Exhausted, I collapse next to her, my chest heaving and sweat covering every inch of my body. I turn my head and meet her eyes as they flicker open, and I can’t help but smile, a response she returns.

  I pull her into my arms, letting myself be weak for once. I imagine she’s my girl and the rest of the world doesn’t exist, including my brother. If I’m going to die down here, it’s with the knowledge of Peyton Andrews being mine, even if it’s just for a moment.

  I know the stress is weighing on her. She doesn’t like to sit still, so after washing, dressing, and eating, we get up and begin to look for another way out. Being astute and resourceful was drilled into us in the army, and I’ve been in some bad situations overseas where I was pinned down by enemy fire, but this…this is different.

  This is Mother Nature, and she’s unpredictable and violent.

  I can’t shoot my way out of this one, but I will never give up. We won’t die down here, not ever. My princess will get out of this and go on to break more world records. This fucking cave, or Mother Nature, none of it will stop me when I’m intent on saving my girl.

  “I think our only way is the tunnel up top.” She huffs and props her hands on her hips as she stares up at the wall. I move behind her, pressing my body to hers—it’s the only time I ever will. I love her reaction, love the feeling of her pressed against me. I wrap my arms around her waist and brush my lips over her ear. She shivers before leaning back into me, making me smirk.

  I want to scream, to roar in approval, and to show Tyler she’s
mine too. Petty.

  “You think so, princess? You don’t think the love of your life will come and rescue you?” I mock harshly, my thoughts of Tyler conjuring my guilt and anger. I’m taking it out on her, like always.

  She turns, eyes narrowed, and the sight instantly makes my cock hard as we wait for the fight to start. Her hands press against my chest and push, but I don’t budge. My smirk grows, and her lips compress in irritation, even as her eyes flare with hunger.

  Andrews loves our fights, that much is clear. In fact, I’m betting if I reached inside her suit, she would already be dripping for me, remembering the way I punished her hot little mouth with my cock.

  The thought makes me groan, and I back her into the wall, bracing my arm above her head as her soft body presses against mine. She tilts her chin up, unafraid and refusing to back down, even in her vulnerable position. Fuck, I love that about her. “Don’t act like a fucking jealous prick,” she snaps.

  “Me? Jealous? Princess, please. I could bend you over and fuck you right now. I’m betting he couldn’t.” I laugh.

  She goes to push me again, but I capture her hand with mine and drag it down my body to my stiff cock. She inhales, and her eyes blow wide with lust, even as she keeps up the fight. “Fuck you, Kalen. You’re such a fucking asshole,” she snarls. “It was a mistake to sleep with you. God, I’m an idiot.”