by Sam Crescent
“Can we talk?” she asked, finally speaking after three days.
“You’re ready to talk?”
“Yes. I can’t stand this silence. It sucks.”
“That’s up to you.” He gathered the rest of the ingredients and placed them on the counter in front of him.
“What’s up to me?”
“Are you going to throw my job in my face? I’m more than happy to talk about anything, but that is off limits. No snide comments, no nothing.”
Joy ran a hand across her face. “Okay, fine. It’s off limits. What exactly do you want me to talk about? How do you want me to treat this situation?”
“Like you’re on a vacation with your friend, who you happened to fuck.”
“One time.”
“We still fucked, and there’s no changing what happened between us.” He stared at her, seeing the indecision in her eyes.
“Fine.” Joy ran fingers through her long hair, took a deep breath, and looked over the ingredients. “What are you making?”
“Something top secret, tasty, and you’re going to love it.”
“Oh, I like things that are top secret.”
“Good. I’m making lasagna.”
“Goody. The only kind I like are the ones in the little boxes you can get.”
“You still managed to burn one.” He reminded her, remembering the time he had to run downstairs because she had managed to scald the cheese, setting it on fire.
“I had no idea you could actually set food on fire. I’m not a fire starter.”
He raised a brow.
“What? I’m not.”
“You keep on saying that. There’s a lot of evidence to suggest otherwise.”
“I don’t care what anyone says. It’s not my fault. Some people are born with the ability to cook, or they’re not.” She shrugged.
Ben chuckled. “I’m one of those born with the ability so we don’t starve.”
“It’s good, I’d probably have killed us.”
Silence fell between them, and Ben kept on working, not letting the break affect him.
“This is nice. I’ve missed this. Talking, and it being fun.”
He set about frying the onions and ground beef, listening to her. “Have you been using that diary I gave you?”
“Yeah, it helps. It’s not the same as a computer, but it works.”
“Good.”
“So, what have you been up to?” she asked.
“Relaxing, catching up on the world, cooking, and swimming.”
“This is your idea of relaxing?”
He nodded. “What is your idea of relaxing?”
“Watching the television, a movie, maybe even reading, or going for a walk.” She tucked some hair behind her ear, and he watched as she nibbled her lip.
“What’s on your mind?”
“What makes you think that anything is on my mind?”
“You’re doing that thing with your lip, and you always find something to do with your hands.”
Joy smiled. “You don’t know that. You can’t know something like that.”
“Actually, I can. I’ve been watching you for some time. I know your tells.”
She rolled her eyes.
“Come on, Joy, speak.”
“Well, I was wondering can I have some books or a movie or something?”
“Are you asking me nicely?”
She let out a sigh. “Yeah, I am.”
“Say please.”
“What?”
“I want to hear you say please.”
“Seriously?”
“Yeah, seriously.” He kept on cooking the meat sauce, waiting for Joy to cave.
“Please.”
“Please what?”
“Please may I have some books to read or a movie, or both?” she asked.
“I’ll think about it.” He chuckled when she growled, about to run off. Reaching across the counter, he grabbed her arm. “Yes, I’ll do it. You’re not very fun today.”
“It’s hard to be fun when you’re bored.”
“You’ve been exploring the island.”
“There’s nothing to explore, and there’s no way I’m going too deep. I’ll probably end up dead after some deadly spider or frog kills me. I’ve tried to stay close to home.”
He liked that, how she called it home.
“Nothing is going to hurt you.” He wasn’t about to tell her that he’d been following her.
Silence fell once again, and he kept on cooking, aware of her gaze on him. He liked it, and he wanted to feel her again underneath him. The last three days had been a nightmare of imagining her beneath him. The thought of exploring her, tasting her, kept him up at night. There were even times he’d go into her room just to watch her sleep. Yeah, he was becoming a fucking sicko. He never did shit like that, but Joy had gotten under his skin, and now he couldn’t walk away.
“Would you like me to help?” she asked.
“Do you think you can pre-cook the lasagna noodles?”
“I can try.”
“Then you can boil the noodles, but be warned, babe, I’ll be keeping an eye on you.”
She laughed. “You’re going to be keeping an eye on me?”
“You got that right.”
He filled a pan up with water, and showed her what to do as he was finishing up the meat sauce, before moving onto the béchamel. Cooking relaxed him. It was something he could do that didn’t actually involve killing people.
Joy stood beside him, and after four minutes had passed, he showed her what the pasta should look like.
“Okay, I can do that. I think I can do that.”
She took the pasta sheet off him, and together they worked side by side. Her tits were pressed against the front of her dress, and he just wanted to remove it. Sex was on his brain, and his cock grew incredibly tight and thick. Whistling, he tried to imagine something else, but his dick wasn’t having any of it.
“Oh shoot!” Joy pulled out the lasagna sheet using the metal tongs he’d given her. The sheet was soggy. “I didn’t leave it in.”
“You left it in too long.” He laughed. “Do you want to try again?”
“You can use that one for the top, right? It won’t go too chewy.”
“I’m a good cook. Nothing of mine is ever chewy.”
“Very true. I’ve not ever eaten so well. I’ll try again. I’m going to be a good cook one day.”
“I don’t know. You suck at it.”
“Hey, that’s not nice. It’s never nice to tell a woman she sucks at something.”
“You do suck though.”
She stuck her tongue out. “Give me that damn lasagna sheet, and I will show you something else.”
Against his better judgment, he handed her the sheet. Overcooked lasagna was on the menu for the night.
Thirty minutes later, and using over three boxes of lasagna noodles, Ben finally put it in the oven.
“There, dinner is going to be soon.”
Joy groaned. “I suck.”
“I can teach you to cook.”
“You’d do that?”
“I don’t think you should go through life eating takeout. It’s not exactly good.”
“Very true. It might even help me lose weight.”
“You don’t need to worry about that. Your weight is fine.”
She snorted.
Gripping the back of her neck, he forced her to look at him. “You don’t need to lose any weight, and I mean it. Repeat it.”
“I don’t know if I can do that.”
“Do it,” he said, making sure she knew he meant not to argue.
She sighed. “I don’t need to lose weight.”
“That’s good.”
Chapter Six
Dear World,
He’s teaching me how to cook and to bake, imagine that. Of course, he’s doing most of the work, and I’m not doing much in the way of work, which sucks. Well, it doesn’t suck. I can’t cook. There, I’ve said it.
I completely suck.
Everything else with him is going great. Yesterday we camped out in front of the television watching some series. They were great series as well.
I can’t believe I’m saying this, but life is in fact good. Yeah, good. The island is beautiful, and Ben said he was going to take some walks with me down to the main beach. I like it, and I like him.
I made him a promise not to talk about his job, but I like him.
At night, I imagine him in bed with me, and I want to have sex with him again. I don’t want to get more explicit than that. He may read this diary, and if you are Ben, fuck off. This is not your place to read.
I want sex.
I want it bad.
“What are you doing, baby?” Ben asked, placing down a large milkshake on the table.
“Baby?”
“Babe, darling, doll, whatever you want to call it.”
“How about Joy?” she asked, taking the milkshake. “What is it?”
“Try it, and see.”
The shake was a pretty amber. She took a sniff and couldn’t detect anything, so she gave it a taste.
“Um, what is that?” She took another big gulp, and it was smooth, creamy, and fruity.
“Mango and pineapple smoothie.” Ben took a seat in the other lounge chair. The white shirt he wore had one button done up, and the rest was open giving a good glimpse of the thick expanse of his chest, his rather inked chest.
Biting her lip, which she did a lot around him, didn’t help. His hands rested on the arm of the arms of the lounge, and she couldn’t help but admire the length of them.
Get your head in the game.
She pressed her thighs together as a wave of arousal rushed over her.
“What are you writing?” he asked.
“None of your business.” She went to close the book, but when she did, Ben snatched it out of her lap. “Hey, that is mine.”
“I have to say I’m missing your laptop.” Ben opened up the diary and started to read. Her cheeks heated as her own words were read back to her. “‘I made him a promise not to talk about his job, but I like him.’ Oh, you like me?”
“Give it back, Ben. This isn’t fair.”
“At night, I imagine him in bed with me, and I want to have sex with him again. I want sex. I want it bad.”
Covering her face, she was filled with embarrassment. “Stop it, Ben, please stop.”
He closed the diary, but it didn’t matter. He’d already done all the damage. Ben gave her back the diary, and handed it to her.
She grabbed the book, but he wouldn’t let go. With a large tug, she fell against him, and gasped. “What are you doing?” she asked.
“You don’t have to go imagining it, baby. I’m right here.” The diary fell between them, and she looked up between them. Ben was staring down at her.
“We can’t do this.”
“And why not?” he asked. “Who’s going to stop us? You want sex, and I want to fuck you.”
She gasped, especially when he grabbed her ass pulling her against him. The length of his cock pressed against the front of her stomach, and he was hard. It had only been a few days that they were together, but she had forgotten how damn hard he was.
“I want you, Joy. Do you want me?”
All of her doubts came to the fore, but so did her own need. She wanted him, and in that moment, she didn’t care who he was or what he’d done. This man, he was Ben, and she wanted him.
“Yes, I want you.” She wasn’t going to lie to him. There was no point in lying to him as she’d only be lying to herself.
One of his hands left her ass and sank into her hair, tilting her head back. His head lowered, and she only had seconds to stop it.
I don’t want to stop it.
He’s a killer.
He’s still my Ben.
Her desire won out as his lips lowered, and she moaned the moment he touched her. It was like electricity. Every part of her body came to life under his lips, and she opened up. Ben plundered her mouth, his tongue sliding inside. She met him stroke for stroke, whimpering as he started to massage her ass. His cock seemed to throb as it pressed it against her stomach. Her pussy was soaking wet, and she was desperate for his mouth, or any other part of him.
Suddenly, he started moving her backwards toward the house. Pulling away from his lips, she glanced back. “What are you doing?”
“Last time I took you it was against the door. That’s not going to happen today. I’m going to take my time to love, taste, and fuck this body.” She stepped over the doorstep, and squealed as he suddenly let her go, leaned down, and picked her up.
“What are you doing? Put me down.”
“Not going to happen.”
She was surprised he could hold her weight, and she wrapped her arms around his shoulders, holding on for dear life. “Crap, you’re going to drop me. I’m going to fall.”
“I’ve got you, and I’m not going to let you fall.” She held him tightly, closing her eyes so she didn’t see the floor coming toward her face.
He started upstairs, and she practically crawled up his back, trying to hold on for dear life.
“You have no faith in me at all,” he said.
“Of course I have no faith. You could drop me.”
“I’m not going to drop you.”
Ben carried her to his room, and when she finally met the mattress, she was happy yet shocked. She had survived him carrying her.
He gripped her ankle, and flicked her over, pulling her toward the edge of the bed.
“You’ve been driving me crazy with these dresses. You usually wear shit that covers your body. None of your clothes did this body justice.” He started to lift up the dress, and she gasped as his fingers skimmed over her thighs. The tips of his fingers were rough, and it only served to turn her on more. “I can smell your pussy from here. You’re desperate, aren’t you, baby?” he said.
“Yes.” She tried to press her thighs together, but he stopped her, grabbing her thighs, and spreading her wide.
“You don’t get to hide from me.”
He lifted her dress to her waist, and she took a deep breath as his fingers touched her pussy. Slowly, he stroked over her slit, and she moaned. The moment he touched her, she found it hard to think of anything else but him.
She wanted him inside her.
“You’re already so wet for me.”
“Ben, please, I want you.”
“I know, baby.”
She watched him tug his shirt over his head, and then pull his shorts down. His cock sprang forward, and she saw the tip leaking pre-cum. She wanted a taste of him. Ben wrapped his fingers around his cock and started to pump the length up and down. She watched mesmerized as he worked his cock.
“Take your clothes off for me, baby.”
Climbing off the bed, she stayed near the bed, and turned presenting him with her back. “Would you unzip me please?”
His fingers touched the skin of her back, and she held in the moan that was so close to falling from her lips.
“Your skin is so soft.” He pressed his hand to her back, and she held her breath. “I’ve spent a great deal of time thinking about doing all kinds of dirty shit to you.”
“Yes,” she said, moaning.
Any kind of fight left her. She wanted him so much, and had spent so much time dreaming about him. Dropping the dress to the floor, he caught her hip and pushed his fingers inside her panties, slowly dragging them down her thighs so that she was naked.
“Get on the bed on your back, and spread those pretty thighs. I want to see your cunt.”
She dropped to the bed, and rolled over.
Closing her eyes, she tried not to think about the fact he had a clear view of her body. She couldn’t look at him, not right now.
“Joy, baby, look at me.” She forced herself to open her eyes and stared into his blue ones. “Don’t you close your eyes on me.”
His fingers skimmed up the inside of her thigh,
over her tiny thatch of hair between, then across her stomach, stroking up to her breasts.
“I love these tits.” He fingered one nipple, and then the second. He moved his fingers, going across her body then back down. “You have nothing to be ashamed of. This body, I want it. I want to watch you, Joy, and you’re not going to be hiding from me. I’m not going to let you go.”
He held her thighs and sank to his knees in front of her. At the same time, he tugged her to the edge of bed, and she held onto the blanket beneath her. “What are you doing?”
Ben didn’t respond to her with words. He spread the lips of her pussy open and flicked his tongue through her slit, and she cried out, screaming his name. She arched up as he sucked her clit into his mouth, using his teeth to create a small bite of pain. He moved his tongue down, and started to fuck inside her, repeatedly. The pleasure was out of this world, and it took her breath away.
“Oh my God!” She screamed out as he changed from touching her clit to plunging inside her pussy. When his fingers drew her cream down, she bit her lip as he circled her anus.
Joy tensed up, and when she was about to pull away, he started to stroke her clit again. The pleasure took away any fear, and she collapsed back to the bed, needing him. The finger against her ass kept on pressing, using her own cream to make it easy for him to do.
“Relax for me,” he said, talking against her clit as he did.
She tried to do as he asked, but she had never had her ass touched before. It was strictly off limits, but Ben didn’t give her the chance to tell him not to.
He moved down to her pussy, and started to fuck inside her with his tongue. His other fingers touched over her clit, and no matter what, he was touching her all over her body. Her ass, her pussy, her clit, everything surrounded her.
“Come for me, baby,” he asked. “Come on, ride your pussy up to my face.”
****
Ben wasn’t going to let her hide from who she was. Joy spent too much time avoiding what she actually wanted. The mini diary she used to type in gave him an insight to what she fantasized about. He was going to make sure that he gave her everything she craved.
“Give it to me, baby. Give me your cum. Come all over my face.” He pressed a finger inside her hot ass, and started to pump past those tight muscles as he ate her pussy. She tasted so damn sweet, and he was an addict, needing more.
