Lovewrecked

by Halle, Karina

  Nearly takes my eye out.

  But my god, it’s gorgeous. I’ve seen enough dicks in my day to be an expert of sorts, and I know I’m probably biased, but Tai’s is the most perfect penis I’ve ever seen. As big and intimidating as possible, without looking like a cervix-basher, his cock is thick, mean, and pretty.

  Impulsively I lean in and lick up the tip, my tongue reveling in the salty hit of his precum, my fist tight around his wide girth. I have small hands, and I can barely contain him.

  “Fucking hell,” Tai swears, wrapping my ponytail around his hand.

  I stare up at him, making sure he’s watching me, and then I begin.

  Sixteen

  Tai

  I don’t think I’ve ever seen a more beautiful sight than the sight of Daisy Lewis on her knees, staring up at me intently with those big, wicked eyes of hers, my large cock firmly placed in her tiny hand.

  Any doubts I had about this have been completely eradicated by the time she opens her pert little mouth and slides the tip inside.

  What are doubts? What is life?

  My eyes pinch shut and I moan, unable to keep my cool. I desperately want to grab the back of her head and start fucking her mouth, just go to town on her, but I’m still a gentleman at heart, and I know I need to save that savagery for later.

  For now, though, I tug at her ponytail, indicating I want more.

  She gives me more. Pulls down my swim togs, grabs onto my bare ass, digging her nails in. Works my cock with her tongue until I can’t remember my name, sliding me in and out of her wet mouth, her grip perfect and tight. She razes the pulsing underside with her teeth, eliciting another breathless groan from deep inside my chest, then sucks off the tip.

  I will not last long if she keeps this up.

  “Stop,” I manage to say, my voice croaking. I sound like I’m dying, feels like I am. My body is fighting against me, wanting her to continue, to shoot my load straight to the back of her throat.

  But I’m all about patience at heart. I’ve waited this long for her, after all.

  Daisy, meanwhile, doesn’t listen.

  I glance down at her and she’s staring up at me with a wicked glint in her eyes, daring me to come.

  “Don’t make me,” I tell her hoarsely, using her ponytail as leverage and yanking her head back, a trail of spit from the tip of my cock to her mouth.

  Fucking hell.

  I must be crazy to stop this, but I do have other plans.

  “You want me to stop?” she says sweetly, though there’s a hint of trepidation in her eyes, like she thinks I’m rejecting her. Can’t say I blame her for thinking that way.

  “What did you ask me earlier? If I’d fuck you?”

  She purses her lips. “I believe I told you to fuck me.”

  “You know I have a hard time taking orders.”

  “Even from your first mate?”

  First mate. The idea of her as a first mate lights up something inside me.

  It also makes me harder.

  “First mate bows to the captain,” I tell her, widening my stance, folding my arms. I’m very aware of what I must look like to her, standing in front of her like this, naked with my cock jutting out, her on her knees in front of me.

  “Hard to bow when I’m on my knees.”

  “It means, the first mate does what I say. Under all circumstances. Take off your top. Show me those gorgeous tits of yours.”

  A visceral thrill runs up my spine as I watch her dutifully comply, peeling that wet tank top off like I’m living in a fucking porno.

  My god, she’s a dream come true. She’s incredible.

  Every inch of her, inside and out.

  “This good enough?” she asks coyly.

  I realize I’m living out any man’s desert island fantasy.

  New name for this place: Fantasy Island.

  I clear my throat. “Get on all fours. Turn around.”

  Her brows raise, followed by one of her naughty smiles.

  “Aye-aye Captain,” she says, obviously relishing this role playing. Or perhaps it’s not playing at all.

  She falls forward, her tits swinging, then turns around until her ass is facing me.

  I take a moment to admire the view, running my hand up and down my cock, thinking how easy it would be to just come right here, all across her back.

  But I don’t want easy right now.

  I go to my knees, putting my hands at her hips. She flinches a little at my touch, anticipating my next move.

  My fingers slide beneath the edges of her underwear and pull them down, down, down over her ample thighs and calves. Her skin is so creamy and pale, she nearly matches the sand. But there’s a luminosity about her skin, it glows, like the warmth inside her radiates outward.

  You’re a fucking lucky bastard.

  About to get luckier, too.

  I lower my head and place a quick bite on one ass cheek.

  She yelps.

  I grin.

  I then spread her cheeks and go to town on her, my tongue licking, searching, everywhere.

  Perhaps a bit forward but I have no qualms doing this with Daisy. I know her enough, and I can make some pretty good guesses as to what she likes.

  And she likes this.

  She pushes herself back against my mouth, moaning loudly.

  “Fuck, Tai,” she cries out.

  I mumble against her, making sure she’s close to coming, then pull back.

  Before she has a chance to catch her breath, I grip her hip with one hand and position my cock at the other, teasing her wetness.

  “Guess this would be a good time to ask if you’re on the pill,” I say, feeling a little sheepish that I let things go this far before it even occurred to me.

  “Yes, yes,” she says impatiently. She glances at me over her shoulder, her face flushed. “I’m protected, I have an IUD, I’m clean.”

  “Just got to be sure.” I pause, no need to tell her how long it’s been since I was with someone, nor that I usually take every precaution. Condoms were the one thing I didn’t think to pack.

  “Tai,” she whines, sounding breathless, impatient.

  “It’s Captain Wakefield,” I tell her, grinning.

  “Captain Wakefield. What are you waiting for?”

  Nothing.

  I suck in my breath and with one swift, hard thrust I plunge my cock deep inside of her.

  “Fuck!” Daisy yelps, and I realize I may have been a bit rough.

  I’m about to apologize when she cries out, “Keep going.”

  That I can do. I slowly pull out and then spear her again, my cock sinking into the hilt as my fingers make bruises on her hips.

  Now I’m groaning, my eyes falling closed as my head goes back to the sky. We slowly build up a rhythm. The slow drag of me pulling out, the hard thrust as I piston my hips into her.

  Her ass shakes and jiggles with each deliberate thrust, spurring me on to go harder, deeper. I tighten my hold on her, tilting her and adjusting myself so that I’m grinding against her in all the right places, my balls swinging against her ass.

  “Oh god,” she says through a moan. “Yes, keep going.”

  All the encouragement I need.

  I bite my lip and keep pumping into her, my glutes getting a workout as I rhythmically pound and pound and pound. Sweat is pouring off of me, splashing onto her skin, the humidity mixing with my exertion.

  Without losing cadence, I reach down with one hand and find her clit, soft and silky, aching for my touch.

  “Tai,” she whimpers. “I’m going to come.”

  I knew she would. If I learned anything from those dreams of hers, it’s that she doesn’t take long at all.

  And, despite all my efforts to keep myself back, it’s not going to take long for me either.

  With my finger slipping and sliding all over her swollen clit, I stroke that sensitive bundle of nerves until she’s tense and ready to explode. Then, as she yells out my name and begins to shake and sh
udder, clenching around my cock, I let go.

  “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” I growl, thrusting in harder and deeper, faster, like I’m trying to impale her right into the sand. Everything inside me tenses from my balls to my chest and then I’m being walloped by a tsunami, the orgasm ripping me apart and dragging me out to sea.

  In these depths I don’t even know what I’m doing, just that I’m an incoherent mess, a man who is sinking faster and faster, until everything is black.

  “Fucking hell,” I manage to say, partially collapsing on top of Daisy, whose face is already pressed against the sand, unable to keep herself up, her ass raised.

  What even was that? How was that even possible?

  Damn.

  It feels like it takes forever for my heart rate to slow and for my breath to return to normal, but time ceases to have meaning. I am in no rush, all I need is right here. My cock still inside of her as she softly pulses around it, my hot, damp skin against her skin, the both of us burning up underneath the rising sun.

  Eventually, though, we have to part.

  I straighten up, running my hand down over her back, placing little kisses on her spine, before I grab her hips and pull out.

  I’m not sure what to say to her. I don’t know if there is anything to say.

  Except that part of me wants to thank her.

  Thank her for being so persistent. Thank her for opening up my eyes.

  I knew it wouldn’t just be a casual fuck with her, and as the reality is slowly comes back in, I know I want more.

  I want us to be together. Just like this.

  Again and again.

  Until when? The voice in my head asks.

  I don’t have an answer.

  But I know what I want.

  “I think this is the first time I’ve ever gotten sandburn,” she says to me, turning around and getting to her knees. She shows me her palms, which are all red.

  “Sorry,” I tell her, not really sorry at all. I get to my feet and grab her hand, pulling her up. I gesture to both our knees, also red. “Looks like a work hazard.”

  She grins, then suddenly turns shy. I guess because we’re both standing here naked in the stark light, though perhaps it’s because I just nailed her like a madman.

  I bend down and pick up her clothes, handing them to her. “You may want these. As much as I would like to stay on Naked Island all day, I’m not sure your sister would appreciate it.” I pause. “Richard might.”

  She snatches the clothes from me, laughing. “Naked Island,” she says as she slips her clothes on and I yank on my swim trunks. “I like that. Please tell me it’s a private island.”

  “Only two members, Gingersnap,” I tell her.

  You and me.

  She looks delighted.

  Then she sighs loudly. “I guess we should get back before they wake up and think the worst.”

  “You sure they won’t think we’re off somewhere screwing each other?”

  “That is the worst. Sorry. I just…let’s just keep this between us until we’re off this damn island and in Fiji. I feel like I’m barely getting along with her and I dunno…”

  I get what she’s saying. Lacey would probably give her shit. Would probably give me shit too. Not that I care, but it matters to Daisy.

  “No problem. Keep things simple. And secret. I’m good at that.”

  She gives me a soft grin. “Thank you.” She looks past the palms to the suitcase. “Well, we better pack up. Hopefully it doesn’t get wet again.”

  “Listen, just in case, I’ll carry it out of the water, as long as you grab that vodka.”

  She nods, grabbing it, and we quickly shove everything back in its place, zipping it back up before we enter the water.

  I carry the suitcase above my head. Not so easy when it weighs a ton and the water is almost too deep to walk in spots, but I manage to get across the shallows of the lagoon just as Lacey and Richard come spilling out of the bungalow.

  “Where have you been?” Lacey says and then sees the suitcase as I dump it on the sand. She points frantically. “Where the hell did that come from?”

  “It washed ashore like a message in a bottle,” Daisy says proudly, as if she had something to do with the suitcase coming back to her like a boomerang. “Any guesses what that message is?” she asks.

  “That stupid designer bag you kept moaning about losing?” Lacey says.

  Daisy rolls her eyes, and then reveals the bottle of vodka she had hidden behind her back. “The message was, let’s get crazy!”

  While Lacey and Richard freak out over the booze, practically snatching the bottle from her hands, Daisy gives me a faint wink. Which is to say, we already did the crazy part.

  Not that it was crazy, per se. I should feel ashamed for finally having sex with her, or at least a little guilty, but surprisingly I feel neither. I told myself I needed to stay away from her because she was a distraction, a road with no future, a chance at heartbreak, something to steal me away from redemption.

  But at the moment, I just don’t care.

  Because that was better than I could have even imagined. Not only was it a long time coming, but it was something I never even knew I needed. Not just in a physical way, though god knows it’s been way too long since I last got laid, but in a spiritual way. Like that release was for those darkened, hardened bits inside me, the ones I try to keep buried and locked away. It helped shed light on those places, helped to give me hope that I could one day be free of them.

  Or maybe I’m looking into it too much. Either way, I have no regrets. The only thing I have is this pressing need to do it again, immediately. A swift return to Naked Island.

  But any hopes of that are dashed now that Lacey and Richard are all over the vodka. I never thought I’d see either of them drinking hard liquor straight out of the bottle, but there’s a first time for everything, and being isolated on this island is apparently bringing that out of everyone.

  “We need to have a party,” Lacey says adamantly.

  Never thought I’d hear her say that either.

  “We need to invite Fred and Wilson,” Richard adds, passing the bottle back to her. It’s already half-way gone from just the four of us.

  “The goat?” I question.

  “Of course,” Richard says. “It’s the man’s only friend.”

  Uh-huh. “Don’t you think it’s odd that he talks to the goat?”

  “People talk to animals all the time, Tai, it’s called anthropomorphizing.”

  “I mean, the goat talks to him.”

  Richard raises a stern brow. “Tai, goats don’t talk.”

  I can’t argue with that.

  Daisy takes the bottle back from Lacey and examines it. “At the rate we’re going, we’ll be drunk by noon.”

  “There’s always the wine,” I mention.

  “You have wine?” Lacey exclaims.

  “Yes,” Daisy says cautiously. I can tell she doesn’t want to share it and I probably shouldn’t have said anything. “I don’t want to burn through it but…”

  “We’re getting rescued the day after tomorrow,” Lacey says. “Tonight we’ll party, we’ll drink. Tomorrow we’ll pack and be all hungover. The next day we fly out of here. Fiji! You can buy more wine there.”

  Daisy seems to weigh that option. “You’re right.”

  “I suppose we should go invite Fred,” Richard says. “The question is, how do we get over there? We have no way of contacting him from here, and he’s the one with the raft.”

  I’m about to volunteer to swim there, since a lot of it is shallow enough and there are a few other smaller islands peppered about, good places to rest if I get tired, when Daisy points into the distance.

  “No need,” she says. “I think that’s him already.”

  I quickly grab my binoculars from the bag and look through them. Fred is coming across the water in his dinghy, with Wilson at the very front of the boat. He looks like he’s got some equipment with him.

 
“It’s like he knew,” I comment.

  It’s not long before Fred is close to shore and the goat is leaping off into the water. It runs, splashing through, straight toward us, until he veers to the side at the last minute, disappearing into the jungle.

  “Ahoy,” Fred says. “Permission to come to your island.”

  “The Island of Dr. Boner,” Daisy says.

  “Stop,” Lacey warns her.

  “Ah yes, it is rather phallic-shaped, isn’t it?” Fred says, getting out of the dinghy into ankle-deep water, and pulling it on shore. “Dale used to call it The Schlong but that was Dale for ya. Weird guy. I miss him. Don’t miss his smell. Oh, what in god’s green earth is that?”

  Fred has spotted the vodka bottle.

  “I found it!” Daisy says, holding it out for him. “My suitcase washed ashore. Have vodka and wine. Even some honey.”

  “Honey?” Lacey says, sounding offended. “You never mentioned that!”

  “I, er, left it on the island,” Daisy says, avoiding looking at me. She’s blushing. Fucking adorable. We’ll never look at honey the same way.

  “We were thinking of having a shindig,” I tell Fred. “I was about to swim over and formally invite you.”

  “Shucks, I’m honored to be invited. But I’m glad you didn’t swim over. Saw lots of sharks along the way. They’re in a mood today.”

  “I’m sorry what?” Lacey says.

  “Sharks?” Daisy repeats.

  “Where?” I ask, not feeling so great about Daisy and I swimming to the island and back.

  “Out yonder,” Fred says, gesturing toward his island and to the west. “They tend to stay near one of the barrier islands. See this whole atoll is roughly in the shape of a fish. The west over there, that’s the tail section. There are breaks in the reef where it opens to the ocean. That was done on purpose back in the day, when they wanted to open a channel up for boats to get through. Anyway, same current that brought your suitcase in also brought the sharks.”

  Suddenly this little slice of paradise doesn’t feel so safe anymore.

  “Is it just this side of the island?”

  “Oh heavens no. I think there’s more up where you wrecked.”

  And suddenly I need a drink.