by Jaden Wilkes
“I did not,” she said with as much indignation as she could muster given the circumstance. His pants had washed up to the shore alongside his shirt. His jacket was still crumpled in a pile on the sand. His naked body pressed against hers, hot and waiting, longing for her as she longed for him. And yet, she still had to struggle. Just a little. Just enough to maintain some dignity for a few moments longer.
“You did,” he said and grew serious. He lifted her again, impaled her with about an inch of his massive cock and stopped. He was poised there at her entrance, ready to attack, but waiting for her command. “You knew you wanted me even then, on some level our cells collided and the air tingled and we knew we were a perfect match. Even as strangers, we knew.” He slid his tongue along her neck, adjusted her body and held her tight as he breathed against her skin. He nibbled her lobe and licked the delicate shell of her ear, tender and demanding.
She had to admit it, he was right. From the moment she heard his voice speak to her, before she saw him or felt him, something had aligned inside of her and she knew he was just right for her. Perfect for her. Her entire life of hiding her imperfections and cringing at the thought of human contact, all while longing for it...it all fell away when she met Dimitri. The way they met was unorthodox at best, but the force behind their love was undeniable.
They were built for each other, their scars aligning on their bodies and souls, her hollows filled in by his swells, and his brittle pain softened by her strength.
It was the strangest sort of fairytale, but it was theirs.
“Yes,” she finally exhaled and struggled for more of his cock, ”yes.”
“Yes, what?” he asked, she could hear the smile in his voice. The waves were crashing harder now against the shore, egging her on and demanding she keep up. No more sensual play, even with the sea and sand, it was rough and pounding and she wanted it so bad.
“Yes, please,” she replied, drawing it out to make the moment of impact excruciatingly pleasurable. “Please Dimi, I need your cock. I need you to fuck me, please!”
“As you wish,” he said against her neck and thrust upwards in one swift motion. She cried out as he hit the end of her, battering against her most tender places. The pain and shock of his invasion gave way to extreme pleasure and she clung to him, there under the great blue sky and at the place where the water meets the earth.
“I love you,” she whispered and undulated her body against his.
“You know I love you too,” he said and turned towards the shore. He knelt along the waterline and laid her down on her back, never leaving her body.
She stretched backwards and unwrapped her legs from him. She felt like a liquid energy, dissolving in his hands, under his touch. As the sea moved against the shore, Dimitri moved against her, seemingly endless in his thrusting and eternal in his loving.
“I needed this,” she gasped and rode the waves of passion thrusting her higher and higher, “Oh fuck did I need this.” She wrapped her legs around his hips and pulled herself up to meet him, to draw him deeper.
He pulled back and balanced over her with his hands on the sand on either side of her. He moved slowly against her, drawing the sensations out until she felt like she was being sent plummeting into madness. “There’s my girl,” he said and withdrew. She shuddered along his cock, her pussy trembling and her body ready to explode. She was on the edge of her orgasm and ready to plunge down.
“Harder,” she gasped as he teased her cunt with the head of his cock, “I need it faster.” She was almost begging again, needing him to pound into her with a great and terrible force to draw forth her release.
“If I go harder, I’ll fucking explode,” he rasped above her, “and I want this to last, I need to feel your cunt a few moments longer, little dove. I want to etch this moment in my brain so I might take it with me should we part again.” He slid back inside, her pussy quivered as his head spread her open and he filled her with his cock.
“I’ll never leave you,” she said and dragged her fingernails down his back, “I’ll never let you go.” She arched against him, gasping and panting as he tortured her with this slow ecstasy. “We’ll never be apart again, so just fuck me, fucking tear me apart Dimi. Break me, destroy me, but put me back together. I need this...please!”
He pulled away and kept himself just inside, just enough to tease her and make her grind her hips against his. He smiled, pride and mirth mixed on his face. He watched her writhe and twist a few seconds, then wrapped one hand around her exposed throat. She instinctively threw her head back and allowed him access. She craved his touch.
The water swept against the sand around them. Dimitri rose up and finally plunged himself inside of her, holding his hand tight and squeezing hard as he fucked her. Columbia finally tilted over the edge, falling into darkness with bright stars blinking on the edges of her vision.
She loved how Dimitri could always take her right to the end, to the farthest reaches of insanity, almost choking her off completely…but always bringing her back. She trusted his touch with her life.
“You are beautiful,” Dimitri said and fell on top of her, the weight of him crushed her and his hand still choked her. She couldn’t have been any happier, the love of him, the force of him, the knowledge that she was his, absolutely.
She came then, matching his own pulsing orgasm as he released his days of pent up anxiety into her body. Somehow they flowed against each other and shed their fears as they peaked.
She felt his body relax, his hand loosen and he reached to brush her wild and matted hair from her eyes. The air-cooled their bodies and the water rushed in on either side of them, never finding the crested pleasure that they were able to fall into.
He dropped to the sand beside her and cradled in her in his arms. She felt precious in them, rare and desired...something she’d wanted her entire life. At times she worried that she was too smug about his love, too content and too complacent in allowing her life to be this good. A darkness passed over the sun and she spotted clouds coming in, an afternoon storm.
She shivered and he held her tighter and whispered, “It’s okay, we’ll make it back to the house before the rain hits us.”
“It’s not that,” she said, “it’s just…”
“Just what?” he asked and tilted her chin to look at him. “What’s troubling you, my love?”
“Don’t you ever worry that we’re too happy?”
He laughed and kissed the top of her head, then rolled to his back and pulled her to straddle him. “You are insane,” he said and held her hands on his chest, “feel this heart beating?” She nodded yes, and he continued, “This is happiness, right here. We won’t be punished for it; we won’t be taught a lesson for having it. Our hearts are happy, we are happy, so let’s fuck and drink and have a good life together. No more brooding, okay?”
She smiled and wiggled against him, delighting in his thick body between her thighs. She loved this position, looking down at him like some powerful goddess taming a giant in some old story. “Okay,” she agreed and leaned to kiss him. Her breasts rubbed against his chest and the rough sand teased her nipples hard. “We need to get to the house to clean off though, not escape the rain.” She wiggled again, in visible discomfort, “I think I have sand where sand shouldn’t be. I thought sex on the beach would be much more romantic.”
He lifted her up, got to his knees and then to his full height. “You are adorable,” he said and set her down, “even when you’re gritty. Now let’s go eat and drink and discuss the days we were apart...and then get back to the fucking.”
“Yes,” she agreed, “the fucking.” She shot him a wide grin and helped him retrieve his clothes. They found hers up on the grass, but neither bothered to put them on. They were going to shower so there was no point.
Halfway back to the house, they ran into Nico. She clutched her clothes over her nakedness, as if being fucked raw on the sand had left her more exposed than before. Nico’s jaw was bruised and he looked l
ike a kicked dog. “I’m sorry,” Columbia said and rubbed his shoulder, “he didn’t mean it.”
Dimitri did though, and let him know with a hooded look.
“He did,” Nico said, “and I deserved it. I should have never let you get that far from me. I’m lucky he let me get off with a shot to the jaw.” He tried to smile but grimaced in pain with the effort.
“You are lucky, my friend,” Dimitri said and clapped him on the other shoulder, “I should have kicked your ass, but I needed to get to my little dove and didn’t have the time. If this happens again though, be warned I won’t be as kind.”
“I know,” Nico replied and nodded, “and if I’m careless enough to let it happen, you should kick my ass. I forget sometimes how much she means to you and how devastated we both would be if we lost her.”
All was right in their world again, and they agreed to meet for an early dinner after the shower. Columbia walked with Dimitri, leaning on him and holding his hand, as though afraid he would leave again. She swore to herself, never again. She would never let him out of her sight again.
CHAPTER THREE
COLUMBIA
A quick shower that ended in his fingers deep in her pussy meant she was even happier by the time they met with Nico in the dining room.
Columbia was still getting used to the size of their house, it was a mansion unlike she’d ever seen in real life. This was something more along the lines of celebrity houses in Hollywood, but even larger as far as she could tell.
Dimitri and Nico had outdone themselves for her. She felt as though she were living in a style magazine. The entire house was furnished with the most luxurious items she had ever seen. She didn’t know what style it was; she just knew every corner of the place screamed money.
“I had the chef lay out some food, if you don’t mind,” Nico said as they sat at the table. Dimitri was at the head, Columbia at his side, and Nico next to her. She was flanked by the two hottest men she’d ever seen, one she loved and one she cared for deeply. She considered herself a very lucky woman.
She surveyed the food and was pleased. There were several plates of sliced meats, fruits and cheeses spread across one end of the long surface. Columbia didn’t think she’d ever get used to such decadent eating, after a lifetime of never having enough, being this indulgent still felt shameful to her somehow.
“It’s food, let’s eat so we can get back to fucking,” Dimitri growled, picked up a couple slices of cheese and popped them in his mouth. Columbia smiled; he was such a rude prick when he was focused on her cunt.
“Nico and I have some exciting news,” she said and picked a few morsels from each plate. She was blessed with a high metabolism, combine that with her daily training regimen, and she could eat like a horse. And she often did.
Nico slid a small bowl of caviar her way, and she scooped a generous helping onto a delicate little cracker. She had grown to love this delicious treat and was pleased that either Nico or the chef had set it out. She closed her eyes as she savoured the flavour, rolled it around on her tongue and consumed every morsel using every sense possible.
She let out a little moan, a soft little sound of pleasure and let it slide down her throat.
She was suddenly very aware that the room was silent. She opened her eyes and both men were watching her with the looks of wolves about to pounce on a tender rabbit.
“What?” she said and licked her finger, “I like caviar, get over it.”
“It’s not that, little dove,” Dimitri said and grinned, “I think both my friend and I here were imagining ourselves on that cracker, being swallowed by you, consumed by your pleasure. Am I right?” He reached around her and clapped Nico on the shoulder.
“Uh,” Nico said and paused as if collecting his thoughts. “You are right,” he added hastily and looked away from her, suddenly intent on examining a peppercorn-encrusted paté.
He was a curious man, always eager to join in their play when invited, but so standoffish and awkward when it was simple flirtation or double talk.
She could never figure him out and was glad she didn’t have to. Her Dimitri wasn’t so complicated, he was happiest when he was fucking her, second happiest just being with her, and at the very end, eating and simply enjoying life rounded out his needs.
He wasn’t a stupid man by any stretch of the imagination, and he still possessed a secretive quality to him that Columbia found frustrating and intoxicating, but he was mostly exposed to her by now and she loved him for it.
It made her vulnerability around him easier to handle. He was as obsessed with her as she was with him, and that balance made things right in her world.
“You were saying?” Dimitri asked her and broke the tension Nico had created.
“Nico has some amazing news,” she said, “tell him.”
Nico cleared his throat, paused again, and said, “We found Sergei.”
Dimitri stopped his chewing, swallowed hard and opened his mouth to speak. He said nothing as he processed the news.
“We got him, Dimi, we can kill him now,” Columbia said and leaned against him.
“Fuck,” he said, “where did you find him?”
“Paris,” Nico said, leaning forward, his eyes glittering with triumph. “The bastard was using Lavrov’s name to charter a flight every two weeks or so.”
“It’s got to be for pussy,” Dimitri replied and rubbed his head, “that’s the only thing that would make Sergei that careless. He could never keep his senses around a cunt, and it will be his downfall.”
Columbia was used to the crude language she and Dimitri used around each other, but hearing him outline Sergei’s weakness so clearly made Dimi’s own weakness painfully apparent. Columbia's was the particular cunt that made Dimitri senseless. She shuddered to think she might be his downfall one day, she would rather be the first one killed than live in a world absent of her love.
“We need to find out who he’s seeing,” she said, “and plan our trip. I want to kill him, Dimi, I want to gut that fucker.” She felt like a snake, cold and reptilian yet graceful and deadly.
He was quiet, contemplating the events that had just occurred. He rubbed his hand over his head again, the broken skin on his knuckles dark with dried blood. “I can’t let you do this,” he said, “your sister is coming to see us again...for the entire summer this time...and he’s just so dangerous. You don’t understand how dangerous he is.”
“He’s dangerous because you are full of emotion when you think about him. He was basically your only father figure and he tried to fucking kill you. I don’t suffer from the same problem, I am cold and calculating and he will never see me coming,” she said. “Besides, Eden will be fine for a few days with Nico. I trust her with him.”
“It’s not that I don’t think you can do it, I simply can’t have you putting yourself in danger. Nico and I will go, finish this once and for all.”
“Nico and you…and how will you do this? How will you get him? If he’s so dangerous, you have to surprise him. You two are pretty noticeable, you have to admit.”
“Columbia, Dimitri is right…if you go, you will be putting yourself at risk. We can’t have that happen, it will make it too hard for Dimitri to act accordingly.”
She felt like she was being ganged up on and she didn’t like it, especially after Dimitri had given his word back in Hong Kong. “I’m going,” she said and set her jaw with a stubborn thrust. “You promised me, Dimi, you said I could be the one. Why the fuck have I been working my ass off for over a year now if it’s for nothing?”
“Not for nothing,” he replied in his infuriating quiet tone, the one that let her know he was smirking at her for being a melodramatic child. She hated it so much. “You have become an excellent fighter and are more than capable of taking care of yourself. You’ve come so far in the months since our attack, and even then you took out a couple men on your own. I’m proud of you.”
He always managed to say the right thing, the thing she wanted to h
ear…and right now that just pissed her off even more. “Whatever. It honestly doesn’t matter what you say because I am going. I will go by myself if I have to, and do it on my own. I know when he’s going to be there next.”
Dimitri and Nico looked at each other for a few long moments. Sometimes Columbia felt like they were reading each other’s minds, given how in tune they were with one another.
Finally Nico shrugged his shoulders and said, “I think she’s got you there.”
Dimitri sighed dramatically, deliberate in his outward show of frustration. He wasn’t pleased, she could tell, but she also knew he wanted her there somehow. This was something that, if they could pull it off, would be infinitely more rewarding as a shared experience.
Bonding over the death of her man’s former mentor. Some people bonded over things like mutual causes or hobbies…leave it to her to find somebody who she can bond with over murder.
“Fine,” he said, “but if I see any signs of an ambush or you getting in trouble, we are aborting the operation on the spot. Your welfare is paramount in all things, do you understand?”
“I do,” she replied, attempting to appear as sincere as possible. In fact, her stomach was doing a cliché flip flop in anticipation of the big event. She’d been growing bored lately, and being bored meant she deliberately moved away from razor blades whenever she came across one. The urge to cut was powerful, and she was amazed she’d survived Dimitri’s absence as well as she had.
They finished dinner with only one topic at the table…Sergei’s murder. Columbia couldn’t wait for it to be over so she could climb on top of Dimitri and ride him hard. The relief at his return and the talk of killing Sergei made her senses heightened and her pussy fully swollen with arousal.
Apparently she was a little sicker in the head than she’d previously thought. And she didn’t mind it, not one bit. Out here an island in the middle of nowhere, she could be exactly who she needed to be. Dimitri loved her, and that was all that mattered.
