As Kadence comes down from her release, she pulls me up to meet her mouth. Our kiss is filled with our desire. “I love to taste myself. There’s something so hot about it.”
Jesus, her words are intoxicating. I try to calm down while watching her suck on my fingers I had inside of her. I rise above her as she spreads her legs, offering herself to me. I lower myself to her and hover at the brink of her opening. We’re looking into each other’s eyes, seeing the burning within. I push myself into her awaiting channel. Slowly, a little at a time, so she’s able to feel the head of my cock just inside the opening of her slick hole. Her pussy pulses from her previous orgasm. This is almost more than I can handle. I dive deep within her. The intensity of my desire throws her into oblivion once again. I lower my body over hers, hearing her cry out in ecstasy. Kadence embraces me as she writhes underneath me.
I’m a goner. She’s going to ruin every other encounter for me. I know it. I can feel it already. This chick does something to me. It’s insane. I should stop while I’m ahead, but I can’t. I refuse to.
Chapter 10
Kadence
The sound of the surf relaxes my senses, thought it’s not nearly enough to put me to sleep. The boat rocks from side to side as I sit up and peer down at the naked man sleeping next to me.
Using a sheet to cover my appendages, I stand and saunter to the bow of the boat to look out at the horizon. It’s so quiet it’s almost eerie. I’m too proud to regret my actions. It was fun, and much needed. Caleb was a perfect gentleman, nothing like I expected him to be. Perhaps a second round will awaken the wild side in him. For the time being, I’m content just listening to a whole lot of nothing.
My sexual high continues, making me want another round. Tomorrow I’ll question why I allowed this to happen, but tonight I’m not about to let the opportunity go to waste.
I think I knew I wanted him from the first moment he arrived at the bar. Everything about him attracts me. If only I could take back the earlier accounts in the day. One thing is for certain, after tonight, he won’t compare me to my companions.
Back at his side, I run the palm of my hand over Caleb’s cheek. I’d be fooling myself to think this is special for him. He’s not the type of guy to cherish sex with strangers, neither am I. He doesn’t peg me as the kind of person to get strapped down. He’s too proud of what he can have without much effort.
I’m not going to sit around and ask him about his life, because I don’t care. I’m being selfish, and he’s okay with it. It doesn’t matter how old he is, or if he wants to give kayak tours for the rest of his life. This is sex. Good sex. Sex my body craves. It’s about being free to do what I want without repercussions. While I’m on this island there are no deadlines, exams, or a set future over my head. It’s just me and my body. If people have an opinion, I’d hope they’d keep it to themselves. For the first time in forever I feel alive. It’s wonderful.
Caleb stirs, his eyes fleeting open to see me sitting over him. “You okay? Cold?”
“No, I’m good. Thanks for asking.”
“Want me to take you back to shore?”
Shaking my head, I shyly reply. “Actually, I’d prefer to stay here, with you, if that’s okay.”
He pulls me down to be even with him. “You’re not like anyone I’ve ever met.”
“You say that like it might be a bad thing.”
He scratches his head and lets out a light laugh. “Not at all. It’s different. I guess the roles are reversed for once. I’m usually the one trying to get laid.”
“Terrible choice of words, but I get it.”
“Are you enjoying yourself?”
“Does it matter? We’re fucking. It doesn’t have to be spectacular.”
“It does when it’s with me, babe.”
“How the hell do women fall for your charm? It’s so predictable.”
“You did.”
“No,” I correct. “I thought you were good looking and knew you’d be willing to offer me a good time without strings. That’s all I was looking for.”
“It’s all I’m ever looking for. I just don’t understand why. Someone like you should have guys lined up.”
I feel conceited admitting it. “I do, but I don’t have the time. It’s just another obligation I don’t need.”
“So, you go out and hook up with strangers?”
“We aren’t strangers now, are we?”
He takes my hand and kisses it. “No. I suppose we aren’t.”
“If you would have won at darts, how far do you think we’d be if I was playing hard to get?” It’s a question I want him to admit the answer to.
“We’d still be at the bar, but you’d be buzzed enough to think I was awesome.”
“And that works with other females?”
He shrugs. “Most of the time. If not I quit while I’m ahead. I’m not about to be accused of forcing myself on someone. That’s just plain stupid.”
I shove him back against the hard deck and climb overtop to straddle him. “Sometimes I like it rough.”
He flips us over and hovers his lips inches from mine. “Sometimes I like it rough too. I prefer it.”
We wrestle around until he’s back on the bottom. My thighs clamp him in place as I start to rock back and forth above him. “This time we’re going to go hard.”
“Use me. Please. Take full advantage of me, woman. I’m at your mercy.”
His words only fuel my desire. A hidden monster awakens inside of me; it’s a place where I tuck all of my emotions away. It’s where my pain and loneliness reside. I’m mad at myself for being vulnerable, for coming on a trip with people I can barely stand, and for letting this beautiful human being tempt me in ways I know I should avoid.
Caleb is experienced with his hands. He knows where to touch me, and how to do it. His hungry lips crash against mine as our naked embrace turns into something more.
His hands hold my thighs, keeping his body pressed tightly against mine. When he begins to move them, he finds a breast, squeezing and pulling at the nipple firmly. I'm breathing heavily. moaning at his touches to let him know that I'm up for anything. He starts kissing and biting my neck, until I gasp in pleasure. The fingers of his left hand still massage my breast, his right one leaves my thigh so that he may push it between my legs from behind. I willingly fall slightly forward, parting my legs and allowing him access to what he desires. He traces his finger along my lips and over my clitoris, covering it all in my juices that readily flow out of me. Then he pushes a finger inside of me and starts to move it in and out, massaging my clit with his thumb. Our bodies grow sweatier so I push the blankets far away from us. His finger moves faster inside of me, his other ones squeezing my nipple to the point of pain. Pleasure runs through my body and I know that I need much more of him inside of me to be satiated.
"Tell me you want me," he orders in a voice thick with lust.
"I want you." I agree with him, my body grows hotter every second.
His cock presses into the back of my thigh, one hand still pulling at my breasts and the other still working away inside of me. Every so often it’s removed, to tease my clit, then dives right back in.
"I want to fuck you.".
"What are you waiting for?”
"Beg me for it," he commands.
"I want you to fuck me, Caleb.”
He removes the hand from my breast. It’s time for me to have what my whole body is waiting for. He takes his finger out of me and sticks it into my mouth, I hungrily suck at my own juices as he positions himself behind me. Then he holds me by the hips and pulls my ass up, forcing me into the reverse position. He teases me again by leaving me in suspended animation waiting for his move.
He gradually traces the tip of his cock over my pussy and clit. Then I feel it resting at my opening. The longer I'm forced to wait, the more desperate I become. Suddenly, he takes hold of my hips and rams inside me. I cry out in pure pleasure, lowering my chest to the bed but keep my body in the
kneeling position with my ass up in the air. Instinctively, he takes a handful of my hair and pulls it. I love it when he does this.
His balls bang against my clit with each and every thrust. He's changing from hard and fast to slow and gentle and then back again. He pushes me down on the bed and lies on top of me, only my hips are raised slightly. We grind against each other, I squirm underneath him to match the rhythm. I writhe away as I cum hard.
He slips between my thighs, grinding the hard length of his shaft against the heat he finds waiting for him. Moaning, my legs wrap around his waist, knees tightening on his hips. The look on his face is one pure concentration as he rubs himself against me. His hands hold my hips as he presses me down into the bed. Gliding back and forth against the length of my slit, my juices leaving a trail along his leg.
A moan catches low in the back of my throat. It’s amazing. I can feel my body opening for him, my walls accepting his thick girth.
His fingers stroke the small of my back, his fingernails drag. It’s several long minutes before I realize he isn't applying any pressure to my hips. It’s all me, grinding down against him. Teeth close around my left nipple, pulling it, tugging, until I whimper. Swallowing hard, my hands slide down his chest, pinching his nipples. My eyes wander over him hungrily, yearning to kiss every inch of him, to have him cover every inch of me. His head lowers, lips closing around my right nipple. The sounds of labored breathing and the rustling of sheets fills the air. There is an ache inside of me that has grown so intense I can't stop myself from pressing tighter against him. I need to feel the length of him driving inside me, the width of him stretching me open wide. Mindless, unable to think of anything else at the moment, I’m losing my grip on reality. His mouth sends shivers through me. My hands skim over his stomach lightly. Cupping his hard cock in the palm of my hand, I begin to wonder if I’ll ever want to stop. A bolt of pleasure shoots through me when I consider what I’m doing to him, for him.
He groans, sucking in a deep breath as I touch him again. My face flaming as I looked at him, the raw power of him, almost too much to take. The burning desire inside of me grows even more as I look at his thick headed cock. I need it to fill me again.
Smiling at the look on my face, he starts to kiss me tenderly, his tongue slipping between my lips to explore my mouth. His fingers make my body scream in pleasure, dipping inside my wet sex.
Slowly, Caleb settles the full length of his naked body against mine. I part my thighs for him, cradling him between my hips. A soft gasp escapes when he brushes against my soaked folds and lips. Sliding one hand beneath my ass, he uses the other to guide the head of his cock to tease me. Pressing tight against my entrance, he prepares for another go. My nails raking his back. I thrust up against him, begging him to take me. With a thrust, I feel the muscles relax enough for him to slide inside of me. His cock sinks into me one inch at a time. Writhing under him, my hips buck wildly.
He stops moving and holds me tight, his fingers digging into my hips. Opening my eyes, I look up at him to see what’s wrong.
Before I’m able to ask, he starts rocking his hips again. He’s driving me crazy. I don't know how much more of this I can handle. Every part of my body quivers in his strong hold. My thighs begin to tense, adding a bit of pressure to his thrusts.
With a twist of his hips he drives us to the very limits. Another low drawn out growl occurs before he’s exploding inside of me.
My walls spasm as a wave of pure ecstasy rolls over me, threatening to drown me with the force of my own orgasm. The sound of our labored breathing fills the space around us. Then, as quickly as it started, it ends, like all good things.
Chapter 11
Caleb
The sun is rising when I bring the boat to shore. Neither of us have slept more than an hour, and I’m not complaining. It was worth it.
Now that we’re both dressed again, I’ve come to the realization that this encounter is officially over. She’s not acting clingy like other chicks have done in the past. It’s almost like we had a business agreement. We fucked like animals, and are supposed to walk away like two passing ships in the night. I’m not even sure if a goodbye kiss is permitted, so I’m going to wait and see if she initiates one.
We kept small talk to a minimum, and because of that I’m not sure what to say. By now my past hookups would have left, and if for some reason they didn’t, I’d find a reason to vacate before things got awkward.
Without asking, I’ve come to believe Kadence is familiar with being on the water. I know she lives near the ocean, but that doesn’t prove she can maneuver a watercraft. While driving back to shore, she uses nautical terms and prepares the ropes for docking without being asked. If I had to guess, I’d say she probably took sail boating courses in the fancy school she mentioned attending. With the exception of her shitty choice of friends, that’s all I know about the woman.
When the boat is back in its slip, we secure it with the rope. I offer my hand for her to take when she exits, and a smile tells me she’s thankful.
Then it’s how I suspected. We’re just standing there, having to both walk in the same direction to go home. “Mind if I walk with you?”
She snickers. “Why would I mind?”
“I don’t know. Just being considerate.”
“I’m hungry,” she admits. “I’m going to have breakfast. I saw the menu at the diner last night and want some pancakes.”
My stomach growls as she says it. “The food is great.”
“You’re welcome to join me. I’ll treat.”
“You don’t have to keep paying me. I feel like a whore.”
Her laughter tells me she takes it as the joke I mean it to be. “That’s not what this is. I’m inviting you, so I’ll pay.”
“I’ll buy you breakfast. It’s cool. I get a discount.” We walk in silence for a few long minutes. “You think you’ll ever come back to the island?”
She shrugs. “Not sure. I’d like to. There’s so much I haven’t seen.”
“When do you leave?”
“This weekend coming up. Why?”
“I was going to give you the tour.” When she gives me an accusatory look, I feel the need to reiterate my invitation. “Not a date or anything. Just being friendly.”
“Caleb, last night was great. It was fun and I really needed it. That being said, you don’t have to be nice to me or offer to cater to me.”
“I’m not.”
She turns to face me, stopping me in my tracks. Her hands come up on my chest and stay there. “Let’s not be weird. We’ll have breakfast and then go our separate ways. Don’t get sensitive on me now.”
“Sensitive?” I repeat while shocked that’s the word she used to describe me. “I’m not sensitive. I’m the least sensitive person you’ll ever meet.”
“You’re trying to cater to me and it’s not necessary. I’m good. We’re good.”
“Kadence, maybe where you’re from guys walk out without a thanks, but here we tend to at least be courteous. I’m only offering things I’d do for anyone.” I can sense she’s putting up invisible walls. Since I know nothing about her, I can’t understand the reasoning behind it. This chick doesn’t want to let anyone in. For whatever reason, she’s determined to walk away like nothing ever happened.
I, on the other hand, am finally getting a taste of what I do to other women. It’s tough to comes to terms with. I feel like a dick, and there’s not a damn thing I can do to shut off my mind. “Look, it’s cool. Go have your breakfast. I’ll head home and shower. I can’t be late to work two days in a row anyway. Thanks again for last night, Kadence. If you’re ever back in town, come find me.”
I skirt away before she can respond. Taking a longer route home, I leave her standing on the main road into town; the one that leads to the diner.
The fact that this person has gotten under my skin irritates me. She’s just another chick. Sure, she’s beautiful and smart, and knows what she wants, but she’s still just anoth
er chick visiting the island. I shouldn’t give a shit if we part ways. I shouldn’t even continue thinking about it.
My cell phone has one bar of battery left. In order to make myself feel better, I shoot Evie a text. If anyone can take my mind off of Kadence, it’s her.
Little do I know, I won’t have to wait long to speak with her. As soon as I walk into the apartment I know there’s been a party. My sister is face down on the couch, a bag of chips sticks to her cheek. Stepping over throw pillows strewn across the floor, I walk by my brother’s door to get to mine and see something that turns my stomach.
Three people are passed out on his bed. He’s in the middle, in the buff, while two naked females sleep on either side. One of them is the chick from the bar that I couldn’t place. The other is Evie.
I lose my shit.
Now, I’m no fool. I know if I make a scene it will only prove my jealousy and cause problems for everyone involved. Instead of beating my twin brother to a pulp for breaking our promise to never mess with each other’s conquests, I decide to leave and wait until we’re alone. Evie’s just another chick. She’s not someone I actually care about, not in a way where it will actually hurt me. It’s Coop that I’m pissed at.
He’s the one who knows I’ve never done that to him, and I wouldn’t.
With little sleep, no shower, and a pounding hangover, I walk to work with my foul mood only intensifying. I’m not sure if I’m going to last all day, but I need something to occupy my mind. Everything feels wrong. I’m sick to my stomach, and the only thing that brings a smile to my face is thinking about my night with Kadence.
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