by Kelli Walker
I shifted in Silas’ lap, trying to feel the state of his cock. And I found it was no longer erect. I looked up into his eyes as grunts continued to fall from his lips and rose my hands to cup his cheeks. Finally, a part of him was warming. But he wasn’t warming fast enough. I watched his eyes flutter with exhaustion and I smacked his cheek lightly. I was running out of options. If this man passed out on me, he wouldn’t make it until morning no matter what I did. But I was running out of opportunities to make him warm.
And the lack of decent blood flow to keep his dick erect signaled something much more sinister and dangerous around the corner.
“Silas, I have to warm you up. You won't survive another two hours like this.”
“Whatever… y-you have-have to… to…”
I nodded and swallowed thickly, listening as he struggled to talk. It broke my heart, and a part of me that hadn’t felt anything in ages slowly crept to life. I felt the need to protect this man. To aid him in any way I could. And as our naked bodies sat as close as they possibly could to one another, I pressed my finger to his lips. They were ice cold, and I blinked back tears as they flooded my vision. I had no idea why I felt so emotional with this man. Why I was so drawn to him despite our current circumstance.
But I knew I was willing to do anything to keep him alive.
“Pucker your lips,” I said.
I watched his lips twitch to move, but they didn’t pucker.
“Try again.”
A twitch, but absolutely no puckering movement. His smaller muscle movements were failing. I was finally out of options.
I put my hands behind me and warmed them by the fire before I drew in a deep breath. I rubbed my warm hands all over his chest and back, then pulled him into me as the fire raged behind us. I puffed hot air against his ear and his carotid artery, hitting the pressure points I knew would change his temperature the quickest. Top-down. Bottom-up. I didn’t give a damn how he heated up so long as he did. I puffed on his ear and massaged his arteries, warming my hands behind me every time I felt them grow cold.
And slowly, his cock came back to life underneath me.
“There we go. That’s good, Silas. Don’t hide it. Just keep focusing on warming up. Okay?”
Then, I reached down and grabbed his cock.
If his body jumped, I didn’t feel it. If it affected him in any way, I wasn’t sure of it. But I needed his body to respond. I needed his brain to jumpstart. I planted my knees into the floor of the cave and rose up, allowing his dick to rest against his stomach. Shit, the man was massive. And at any other moment I would’ve been thoroughly impressed. I stroked his pulsing girth as I leaned back into his neck, blowing hot air onto his throbbing vein in a desperate attempt to get his body to react.
To do something.
“Can you feel this?” I asked.
The groan he let loose in the crook of my neck made me grin.
The harder his cock throbbed, the more his blood began to flow. Suddenly, his ice cubes of his lips faded into lukewarm pillows and I felt him pucker them against me. I giggled as a smile crossed my face. I stroked his cock faster.
“Good, Silas. That’s good. Pucker them again. Get your body moving.”
His hips thrusted into my hand and tears of happiness filled my vision. He was coming alive again, and I felt his muscles slowing their trembling. His arms strengthened around me as his hands fell to my thighs, rubbing up and down their length. He puckered his lips to the skin of my neck again, causing my eyes to flutter closed.
I knew his body was fine. I knew he was warming and that he was on the mend. But for some reason, I couldn't stop touching him.
My nipples puckered against his chest as I continued rubbing myself against him. His hands wrapped around to my ass, gripping them and rising my hips up off his body. My hand stroked him further, smoothing precum along the tip of his dick as his lips pressed kisses against my shoulder.
But the second they parted and bit lightly into my skin, I felt something roll in my stomach. Something that pushed me forward. Something that pushed me closer to him. An electric shock that made me want to pucker my lips and know what his skin tasted like.
And that sensation had nothing to do with survival.
Silas
Her body against mine was too much for me. Her hand wrapped around my cock forced the blood to pump through my veins. She was smart. Very, very intelligent. But she was also fucking beautiful. Sexy in a wild, untamed way. My lips parted to nibble on her shoulder, driving her forward as she stroked my cock more. Precum leaked from the cold tip and her thumb swiped over it, coating her skin in the sticky substance.
I grunted into her neck and puckered my lips just enough to kiss her.
I felt the cold seeping in faster than the heat. Even as I tried to buck my hips into her hands, I felt my muscles locking up. My bones ached. The marrow of them seemed frozen solid. I lifted my head to gaze into Val’s beautiful brown eyes and still found them filled with worry.
Though something else darkened them as she continued stroking me.
I knew her worrying wasn’t good. As my back fell to the wall of the cave, I closed my eyes. Her hand felt so warm around my dick. I somehow found the strength to thrust my hips into the palm of her hand. Shouldn't a man like me with muscle like I had stay warm all the damn time? I’d never experienced this type of physical pain before. My lungs began to pant for air. Val squeezed my cock and moved to play with my balls. Fucking hell, I couldn’t even groan her name. I couldn't scoop her into my arms and sit that beautiful body of hers right where I wanted her.
But I did feel myself beginning to come back to life.
My body still felt like ice, but my lips no longer felt number. Her hand around my thickening girth pulled me back to the surface and out of the frigid depths of the darkness I felt I was slipping into. I leaned back up. I pressed my lips to her cheek and felt my limbs surging with blood.
But when I expected her to stop, she pressed on.
My lips fell back to her shoulder. I panted into the crook of her neck. I parted my lips and nibbled on her shoulder again, taking in the feel of this strange woman’s skin against mine. She was doing everything she could to warm me up. To save me life as a foreign storm battered down onto our makeshift home. There was desperation in her movements. Her naked body rocked against mine as her hand worked my shaft. Precum leaked in thicker streams, falling over the top of my dick and lubricating her movements.
“Val,” I grunted.
Then, I heard the most amazing sound.
I heard Val moan.
I forced my arms to move, wrapping them around her and pulled her closer to me. I wanted to warm myself against her. I wanted the rest of my muscles to come alive against the feel of her. I knew I had to in order to make it out of this damn jungle, but I also wanted to. I wanted to have her. I wanted her to keep going. I wanted to plant my lips against hers and feel her give herself into me.
She was a mystery wrapped in an enigma, shrouded in questions I wanted answer to. And by the way her engorged nipples poked against my chest, she wanted me just as much.
“Are you cold?” I asked.
I felt her shiver against my lips as they graced up her neck.
“No,” she whispered.
I thrusted into the palm of her hand and she started her movements again. Her thumb swirled around the top of my cockhead as my hands traveled her body. I slid them around her back, my fingertips curling into the thick scars of her body. I smoothed them over her hips and down her thighs, feeling her rock and ebb with her motions. Her pussy heated against my leg. I felt a wetness drip onto my skin. I nuzzled my nose against her ear and she sighed so pleasantly.
So softly.
So sweetly.
My hand cupped her entire pussy and I heard her gasp. I nibbled on her earlobe as her hand tightened around my cock. She shook against me, but I knew she wasn’t cold. I was no stranger to the shiver that took over a woman when she finally felt a man
’s hand where she wanted it the most. I teased her slit with my middle finger. I felt her juices gather onto the top of my skin. Her hand stuttered around my dick as I breathed hot air against her ear, then felt goosebumps ricochet along her skin.
“Silas.”
It was the smallest sound. The smallest whimper that almost got swallowed up by the thunder. Lightning illuminated the forestry outside, and for a second I tore my eyes away from her and gazed out over the expanse of the wilderness. I was trapped with this woman, and she had effectively saved my life. She used every tactic she had in her arsenal to warm me up and keep me from freezing to death in the middle of a volcanic island.
The least I could do was thank her.
I sank my finger into her pussy and slid it straight into her entrance. She whimpered and rose up, and I stalled my movements to see what she would do. Her legs trembled and her breath came in short pants, and her hand around my dick altered.
Had I made a mistake?
Had I gone too far.
Her eyes rose to meet mine and I saw confusion wafting across her features. But when I made an effort to pull back, she followed me. Our foreheads connected and her hand stroked my cock again, pushing me forward as her breath fell against my lips. Her eyes never wavered from mine as I slid another finger into her pussy, but oh how she groaned.
“Silas.”
My thumb found her clit and I worked her in time with her strokes. I circled her pulsing nub as my hips thrusted into her hand. The fire raged behind her and I felt sweat breaking out on my brow. A stark contrast to the icy shiver I’d had only minutes ago. She moved faster, gripping my girth as it dripped onto her fingertips. I swirled around her clit, feeling her juices falling into my palm as her pussy fluttered around my thick fingers.
“Shit, Val,” I whispered.
“Don’t stop,” she said breathlessly.
She bounced on my hand as I rocked into her palm. Our breaths intermingled and our eyes fell closed, but our foreheads never disconnected. Her tits raked against me, warm and gentle to the touch. Like soft pillows I wanted to lay my head on after I’d met my end with her. Electricity buzzed through my body. Ice turned to fire as sweat coated my muscles. I grunted and groaned, drinking in her low moans as her pussy tightened around my hands.
“Oh, yes. Oh. Mm. Right there, Silas.”
My toes curled and my muscles tightened as I captured her lips with mine. My tongue thrust into her mouth, pulling from her another moan as my cock released. My balls pulled into my body as her hand clamped down around me, engulfing me in her softness. Her tongue tasted like honey. The roof of her mouth made her tremble as I raked across it. Her body collapsed into mine as cum sprayed from my dick, and I felt her walls catch me in their grasp.
“Mhm. Mhm. Mhm. Mhm.”
I wrapped my arm tightly around her body, pulling her into me as she ground her clit against my skin. Juices poured from her body, soaking my hand as the flames crackled behind her back. Sweat dripped down my neck, falling to her glistening skin as I devoured her mouth with mine.
She quaked against me before her body gave out, and her lips fell from mine so her forehead could lean against my shoulder.
I slid my hand from between her thighs and wrapped myself around her. I brought my fingers to my lips to taste her and it spun me into an ethereal world I couldn't deny. Her scent was intoxicating. Her pussy juices tasted phenomenal. I licked her off me like a wild animal craving a bloodied carcass.
What had this woman done to me?
I fell heavily against the wall of the cave as Val fell into my grasp. She rested against me, my heart beating rapidly as I came down from my high. Thunder cracked so hard the ground shook and lightning illuminated the sky for seconds at a time. Trees cracked and fell in the distance, sending animals scattering into the bushes.
But the only thing I was focused on was the feel of Val’s lips dancing along my chest.
The heat of the fire pulled more sweat upon our bodies. And the heat of her skin blanketed me in a peace I hadn’t experienced in my entire life. My hands ran up and down her back, taking in the rumbling texture of those scars as I drew in a deep breath. Val finally lifted her head from my chest and I gazed into her eyes, watching as she studied me carefully. She sat up and rose her fingers to my lips, pressing them against my skin as I grinned.
“Pucker,” she said.
I wrapped my hand around her wrist and held her there so I could kiss her fingertips over and over again.
Relief coursed through her eyes. She seemed satisfied with the end result, but I wasn’t. I wanted more of her. All of her. I wanted to seat my tongue between those beautiful thighs of hers and rehydrate myself in her river of lust. I wanted to sink my cock deep into her body and fuck her while the fire cast our shadows along the wall. I wanted to keep myself warm against her while the storm battered us on the outside, trying to make us cold while we sought our life’s heat in the arms of the other.
But before I could pull her back into my body, she slipped from my grasp.
She went over and sat by the snakes as if nothing had ever happened. The playful glow of her speckled eyes was gone and the relief on her face had melted back into that stoic look. I watched her unravel the leaves before she removed the cooked snakes, and suddenly my stomach roared out with hunger. Without looking at me, she passed me three of them, holding them out for me to take.
Not bothering to come anywhere near me.
I rose up and reached for them, then fell back against the wall of the cave. She sat down near the fire and picked up her first snake, and I watched her bite into it. She chewed mindlessly as her eyes turned to take in the storm, and not once did she look back at me. She didn’t seem uncomfortable. She didn’t seem upset.
But she did seem distant.
The storm outside was unlike anything I had ever experienced. Trees were bent at ninety-degree angles and rain was coming down sideways. It came down in sheets so thick I couldn't see the brook just outside of the mouth of the cave, and I wondered if it was ever going to let up. I heard the babbling brook growing. The bubbles sounded like miniature waves crashing along the foundation of the cave. Val didn’t seem worried about it, however, so I tried not to worry about it either.
I bit into the snake on a stick and my mouth began to water. I took bite after bite, practically swallowing the meat whole as my eyes closed. It was the best thing I’d ever tasted. Smoky and a bit charred, yet filled with protein my body seemed to be screaming for. I inhaled two of them before my eyes opened back up, and I found Val looking straight at me.
“Good?” she asked.
I nodded as I picked up the third one and took a bite of it.
“If you’re still hungry, you can have my last one. I don’t think I can eat all three.”
“You need to eat,” I said.
“And I have. It’s there if you want it.”
Her eyes fell to the leaf between us and it took all the strength I had not to reach for it. I knew she was hungry. Even though she was small, she was still toned. She still had muscle on her body. And she had worked twice as hard as me since she first dropped onto the island a few hours ago.
A few hours ago.
I snickered and shook my head at that reality.
Val turned her back completely to me and curled her legs into her chest. She watched the storm outside and I saw every single muscle of her body relax. Was this soothing to her? Because it was terrifying to me. Some light rain on a window, sure. But a howling storm with thunder so loud I couldn't even hear myself talk?
Not soothing.
And yet, it was to her. She sank into its sounds and rocked side to side, almost as if the storm were singing to her. My attention was fully on this strange jungle woman in front of me as I finished off my third snake and mindlessly reached for the one she had offered me. But only one question ran through my mind. One inquiry I wanted to know the answer to more than anything else.
Where the hell had those scars
come from?
Valencia
I woke up pressed next to Silas’ rock hard body and jolted awake. I sat up, my head whipping around as the smoldering fire filled the cave with a haze of smoke. The massive chiseled piece of granite laid next to me, his arm flopped over his head while his naked body splayed out along the ground.
It took all I had to divert my gaze and toss it outside.
The storm had passed and the sun streamed through the tops of the trees. I pulled myself up from the ground and walked through the smoke, gathering my clothes that were covered in dirt. I knocked them off and clothed myself, then grabbed Silas’ clothes and whipped them around. No use forcing him to take up with soiled clothes. Despite their smoky scent, they were pretty dry. Which was impressive since they hadn’t been hung over the fire. I laid his clothes over the edge of the mouth of the cave before I stood up, stretching my arms over my head.
Then, I felt it dig into my thigh.
My eyes widened as I jammed my hip into my pocket. And the second my hand felt the wet pieces of plastic and wires, I groaned out loud. Fuck. The GPS tracker stayed in my soaked pants all damn night.
I pulled it out of my pocket and shook it out. Water and fragments of plastic went flying with every shake I dealt it. Between the melted wires that had been fused together by the heat of the fire and the water from the rain that had soaked my clothes, the thing was useless. Really? Why the hell would a billionaire like Silas Hopkins cheap out on something as necessary as a damn tracker?
