A Twist of Fate

by Demelza Hart

  He grinned but added seriously, ‘Look, I had a medical three weeks ago when I came out for the job – hotel owners insisted on it – and I haven’t been with anyone since. It was clean. The paperwork was in my bag, but … my bag’s at the bottom of the ocean. I can get a copy and show you when we’re gone from here.’

  He lifted himself off, trying to stem his burning passion.

  ‘Yes, yes, that’s fine, please, Paul.’ My hands were now scrabbling frantically at any part of him I could get hold of. Still he held back, not wanting to impose on me unless I was certain.

  ‘Are you sure? Do you trust me?’

  ‘You saved my life. How can I not trust you?’

  His eyes sparked and his mouth curled into that gorgeous lop-sided grin. ‘Christ, you’re beautiful.’

  The way he said it made me feel as if he’d never seen beauty before, as if mine was the only kind that mattered. I was flushed with embarrassed pride.

  He kissed me again, slow and gentle this time, his tongue slowly rolling with mine. Despite our desperation, he slowed things down, rolling off me and undoing my shirt, focusing on each button at a time. I moaned my need, pushing up into his hands. When he parted the material, he studied my body with reverence, running his fingers softly over the skin. ‘You feel like silk, Callie.’

  I reached behind to unhook my bra. My nipples were rubbing against the material, clamouring for attention, hard and tight. He helped me remove it, and his hands stroked over my breasts with clear appreciation. I heard him hiss as his thumb caught a nipple and flicked it. A cry of pleasure caught in my throat as the sensation darted straight through to my burgeoning clit.

  ‘Perfect, perfect girl.’

  I’d always been nervous about my boobs. They were high and pert but I was still envious of the ample cleavage my friends displayed. Even my mother had suggested I should consider a boob job.

  Paul clearly had no such misgivings. With another groan of satisfaction, he lowered himself to one breast and took the nipple in his mouth. Oh, bliss. He nuzzled and sucked with complete devotion, rolling his tongue on the rock-hard bud, tugging it between his lips, giving the slightest little nibble with careful teeth. I twined my fingers through his hair and held him there.

  And then his hand worked its way down to the open flies on my trousers and those strong, warm fingers found their way down under my pants. God, I was wet, it was almost embarrassing.

  Touch.

  That touch I’d been longing for. One finger slid and grazed my clit. I jumped at the contact, so wanted, so needed. He lifted himself from my boob, releasing the nipple with a gentle pop.

  ‘Are you all right?’ he slurred, his finger now circling the tender flesh dizzyingly.

  I nodded, biting my lip in readiness.

  ‘Lift your hips.’ I did so and he tugged down my jeans and underwear as I wriggled out of them.

  ‘Can’t wait to be inside you, Callie, but I’m going to make you come first. I want to watch you, this first time. I want to watch how you come, what you sound like, what you look like. I want to imprint it on me.’

  Oh God. Those words, delivered in that throaty, northern burr, made me come almost by themselves. But his fingers were so perfect, so confident, that I focused on them and let pleasure build. He rubbed my clit just enough, then slid down to dip into me. I ground down onto him, trying to draw him in further. He said nothing, but was staring hard into me, his brows creased a little. I looked back. I usually avoided eye contact during sex. Not with this man. With this man I would share it all; my body, my pleasure, and my soul.

  My lips parted a little and my breath came in short pants. My eyes flickered, my nostrils flared. And that ball of brilliant tension, that rolling, tight ball spinning deep inside me, started to swell and open. His fingers were back to my clit now, focused and intent on their task.

  He was mouthing, ‘Come on, come on,’ but the words were barely audible, more a thought released on his breath.

  There it was.

  Oh God, the beauty of it. I came so hard I bucked right up, my back rigid, my eyes wide and staring. I was silent at first, as if paralysed, and then, as the unearthly pleasure rocketed through me, I wailed, a long, animal-like wail of pure rapture. Never had I had such a strong orgasm from touch alone.

  I slumped down, panting hard, amazed at the strength of my climax.

  I wanted to thank him, to let him know how grateful and amazed I was, but Paul had moved beyond niceties. He had pushed off his jeans and pants and was kneeling beside me. I glanced between his legs.

  Gosh.

  Rupert didn’t look like that.

  He rose thick and long; on the tip, a little drop of his anticipation gleamed in the moonlight. I instinctively parted my legs, willing him in. He moved between them, holding the ample weight of his cock in his right hand, readying himself.

  ‘Alrigh’?’ he asked again. I nodded desperately, arching my body towards him.

  He leant over me, careful not to let his weight press me down, and eased in.

  He was easily the biggest I’d had, and at first I felt hopelessly inadequate, wondering if he’d even fit. But he pushed back on my knees a little, angling them towards my shoulders, and squeezed further in. My mouth was open in wonder as I felt cock stretching and filling me like nothing before.

  He swallowed, then breathed out, a long, slow breath of the deepest satisfaction. But he kept pushing, further and further in, until at last he could go no more.

  I was impaled, pinned to the ground by this man and his cock. And it was perfect. I was safe. I was secure.

  His eyes fluttered closed a little – what beautiful eyelashes he had, almost feminine – and he released another breath. ‘Jesus, Callie. That’s …’ I clenched around him and he sucked in sharply. ‘Gorgeous.’

  ‘Move in me,’ I implored, desperate for the friction, to feel all of him fully.

  Carefully pulling out, he drew back until only the thick head of his cock was still held in place, then, faster than before, he pushed in to the hilt again. I groaned and threw my head back.

  ‘You OK?’ he asked, genuine concern in his voice.

  ‘Yes! So completely OK!’

  He chuckled, pulled out, and did it again. Paul picked up his pace, establishing an easy rhythm that met the pumping of blood around my body. Every thrust, every plunge into me soothed and reassured. It was going to be OK. We were going to be OK. Nothing else mattered. Only this; his body and mine, joined.

  Again, our eyes met, and we couldn’t not stare into each other. He was ploughing through me almost violently now, but it was only good and wonderful. I met each thrust with a clenching grip. He held on as long as he could, but I knew he was close. He brought a hand between my legs and found my clit again, ready for more. As he rubbed in time with his thrusts, I knew I’d come quickly.

  ‘That’s it, that’s it, that’s it,’ he slurred, driving into me, rubbing hard. My eyes widened and I came. This time my orgasm pulsed around the solid flesh encased within me and rocketed through my body with overwhelming completion.

  That was all it took for him to follow. His neck arched and his face twisted. With the lowest moan yet, he released into me, clearly lost in his own pleasure.

  After, he braced himself along his forearms on either side of my head, staring at me only an inch away, careful not to rest on my bruised ribs.

  He was panting hard, as much from wonder as exertion it seemed.

  ‘What the hell just happened then?’ he asked.

  I merely smiled and reached up to kiss him.

  ‘That was … Christ … that was … indescribable. Callie, I …’

  I reached up a hand to soothe him. ‘Shhh …’

  Eventually, he pulled out. His cock was still admirably large even as it slackened. I reached over and we kissed, another long, deep kiss of gratitude and acceptance.

  Five

  We must have dozed for a couple of hours. I woke up before Paul. My eyes met with a
plethora of stars filling a sky untinged by urban glare. I had no idea so many stars existed. What a stupid thing to think. Of course all those stars existed, but they’d never revealed themselves to me quite so profoundly.

  I inhaled deeply as I lay across Paul’s chest. Despite the absence of a shower, he still smelt good. He smelt like a man should. His cologne on the plane had been nice, but the Paul underneath was even better. I inhaled again, audibly.

  ‘Have I got a smelly armpit or something?’

  I jerked my head up. He was grinning at me, his eyes lazily half open. I laughed in embarrassment. ‘Sorry. Didn’t know you were awake. Actually, you smell incredibly good.’

  With a sudden swiftness, he caught hold of my arms and rolled me over, dipping to capture my mouth in his. God, he was the best kisser. When at last he drew back, he murmured, ‘So do you. All of you.’ He smiled again. ‘Don’t go away.’ With that, Paul leapt to his feet and went to attend to the fire, stoking it to a full conflagration again.

  He picked his way back through the sand and offered me his hand to pull me to my feet. I fell against him as I lurched up. His arms curled around me. ‘Don’t want to let you go.’

  ‘Then don’t,’ I said.

  ‘Let’s try out your little den. No sand in there.’ He tugged me behind him into the shelter I’d made. He was in a rush and stumbled in, falling onto the blankets with a laugh. Taking full advantage, I straddled him instantly.

  ‘My turn,’ I smiled triumphantly. This man was awakening in me a sexual confidence I hadn’t felt for years.

  ‘And there I was about to prove myself.’

  ‘You’ve proved yourself already. Now …’ I leant down over him and whispered in his ear, ‘Just lie back and wait. Are you a patient man, Mr Mason?’

  ‘If I have to be. Depends what I’m waiting for.’

  ‘Oh, believe me, I’ll make it worth your while.’

  With a grin, I slid from him, manoeuvring my way down his legs until my head met with his cock, already impressively hard. I looked up, my eyes dark with lust. I bit my lip and looked back to his cock, then gave him a wicked grin. His breathing was rapid.

  ‘Will you just …?’ he slurred.

  ‘What?’ I asked innocently.

  ‘Y’know …’ He swallowed.

  I licked my lips accidentally on purpose. He groaned. ‘Bloody hell, Callie!’

  ‘Oh! You mean this.’ I glanced at his cock, extended my tongue, and gave it the most tantalising lick before moving off again.

  ‘Yes! That!’

  ‘You want more?’

  ‘Of course I bloody want more! You’re fucking torturing me!’

  ‘I thought you said you were a patient man.’

  ‘Maybe not with you around.’

  Taking hold of his cock at the base, I indulged him at last, opening my mouth and lowering it over the full, round head. He tasted of the sea. As I drew my lips around him, he gave that gorgeous low moan again and placed a hand gently on my head. I found it ridiculously touching. He didn’t grab me or even guide me; it was as if he had simply put his hand there as confirmation of my presence.

  I sucked in then gave a firm lick along the slit. He arched up. ‘Callie …’ That was all. Just a low murmur of my name. I slid down to the base, then up again before closing over the head. His fingertips stroked my scalp, sending the most glorious tingling feeling through me. I pulled back with a gasp.

  ‘Love that … love you doing that, but let me come inside you. Want to be inside you properly,’ he slurred.

  I smiled and edged back up. I sat across him, poised, taking his cock and guiding it to me.

  ‘Are you ready? D’you want me to …?’

  I shook my head. I knew I was as wet as ever. ‘More than ready.’ Leaning forward, I placed my left hand on the rise of his pecs, then, holding him carefully in my right hand, I lowered myself slowly onto him.

  His eyes closed briefly and he swallowed – I loved it when he did that – but he soon forced them open again to stare down at where he was being slowly engulfed inside me. He took hold of my hips, gently again, not to steer me, just for touch.

  I sank down fully and revelled in the sensation of having him inside me completely again. We exhaled together, unaware we’d been holding our breath. Even slower, I pulled back up, as slowly as I could. ‘Yes!’ he hissed, his eyes glued to the point of our coupling. ‘That’s so good, slow like that, so fuckin’ good.’

  I rose almost to the point at which he’d fall from me, but then started my descent again. This time, when he was fully inside me, I leant over and whispered in his ear. ‘I’ve never felt so full, Paul, never felt so good.’ I moved on him in this position, faster now, working my body hard, clenching around him. His fingers tightened on my hips.

  As I felt pleasure stirring, I threw myself up again and leant back, bracing myself on his legs. This way, the head of his cock nuzzled my G-spot. Paul liked it too. He gave another of those groans and held me tighter. I rocked and worked on him, my eyes closed, my head back, my body bucking and rolling along his rigid shaft. When his thumb found my clit, I threw my head back over and our eyes met. ‘That’s it, that’s it, Callie,’ he muttered.

  I couldn’t remember such an instinctive fuck, one that worked so well between two people with barely any need for direction. It built in me so fast at the end that my orgasm nearly took me by surprise. I came with a lurch, shaking hard. He followed, pushing up into me and feeding off the pulsing of my body.

  For a time I couldn’t move, and there was no urgency to do so. Everything existed for us just as it should. I just sat on him, still holding him inside me. Neither did he speak, but after a time, I bent down and kissed him. He kissed back, slow and knowing. When I finally slipped off him to the side, I curled my leg over him.

  My shelter had failed. The blankets had fallen down. Paul reached up and tugged it off fully, revealing the night sky above us through the trees. The waves still slapped rhythmically upon the shore, the crickets still chirruped in the brush.

  ‘I want to keep this,’ I said.

  ‘Hmm.’

  ‘This moment. No matter what brought us to this, no matter what comes next, this moment is perfect.’

  ‘Yes.’

  ‘I want it to last forever.’

  He kissed my forehead.

  We fell asleep eventually but half-woke several times during the night and turned to each other. Our bodies joined again, even in our dreams, before at last we were too sated to do more and slept.

  But it wasn’t sunlight that woke us. It was deafening noise.

  Six

  In my dream, I was cycling. I was on the bicycle I’d had when I was a child. It was my first bicycle, a Raleigh. It had a card attached to the back wheel and flipped against it as I went, making a rhythmic, thudding noise. Thwack thwack thwack thwack thwack. As I cycled along the longest, straightest road, I could hear nothing else. It grew deafening.

  I had awoken. The card on the bicycle was still thudding away, louder than ever. And it was windy. Why was it so windy?

  I opened my eyes and saw it immediately.

  The noise wasn’t the card against my bicycle wheel; it was helicopter rotor blades.

  ‘Callie! Callie! Wake up. They’re here. They’re here for us!’ Paul leapt up, running out stark naked to wave frantically at the Sea Hawk hovering over our beach.

  I’d like to say that relief was the first thing I felt. And it was. In that first moment of realisation relief swept over me with such force that I couldn’t stand. But it barely lasted. Almost immediately, the euphoria at our discovery was replaced with something I daren’t acknowledge. I stared at Paul, who was scrabbling to put his clothes on as the crew prepared to lower a winch. It was over. Our little world had been destroyed before we could fully construct it.

  But then I thought of home. I thought of my mother and father. I thought of my bedroom and our dog. And I cried. I was going back and it was the right thing to do.
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br />   Paul came over to me and took me by the arms. ‘Are you all right? You’re going home. We’re safe.’

  With him, I was safe anywhere. I gave a watery smile. He pulled me into his arms and rocked me. I let him for a while but then drew back, lowering my head. ‘I’d better put some clothes on.’

  I managed to step into my jeans and pull my now ragged top over my head just as the winch man landed on the beach. He strode over, pulling off his helmet and smiling broadly at us.

  ‘You lucky, lucky bastards,’ he grinned.

  Paul held out his hand firmly, beaming just as broadly. ‘Cheers, mate.’ It was said with typical bluff understatement. ‘We owe you.’

  ‘Are there any more survivors?’

  Paul shook his head ruefully. ‘Not that I can tell. I haven’t searched the island properly but it’s not large and there’s been no sign or sound of anything. I put the bodies that washed up over there.’ He nodded to his hasty burial spot over in the trees.

  ‘All right, mate. Good job. We’ll take care of it.’ The man clapped him on the arm. ‘Let’s get you out of here.’

  ‘Callie!’ Paul called across. I’d been standing, arms folded, hanging back. ‘Up you go. You’ll be back in time for Downton at this rate,’ he smiled.

  I paced over to the winch man who smiled warmly at me. ‘Are you injured, ma’am?’

  ‘Bruised ribs and a gash on her right arm.’ He said it with such care that I couldn’t resent Paul for answering for me. I just nodded.

  ‘I should use the stretcher then.’ He reached for his radio to ask for it.

  ‘No, it’s better now. I’ll be fine.’ If I could survive last night’s gymnastics, I could cope with a winch up to a helicopter.

  The man stepped in and attached a bulky harness around me, securing it tightly. I felt nausea brimming. Perhaps I just couldn’t cope with the turmoil of the last few days. I wanted to crawl into a little hole. I wanted Paul to crawl in with me.

  ‘I don’t recommend looking down, OK?’ said the man. ‘You’re securely attached to me, but if you want to put your arms around my neck for added security, I won’t object.’