by Jools Louise
We both heard the sound of a throat being cleared, and turned to look at the doorway.
Dean stood there, looking embarrassed and emotional.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to interrupt.” He ducked his head, his blond fringe hiding his eyes and I winced, wondering what he had heard.
He stepped into the office, sinking to his knees before me and placing his head in my lap. I lowered my head, brushing a kiss against the soft blond locks, rubbing his strong back with my hands.
“Thank you for caring, Jess. I know I have a lot to learn, and I know I acted like a great big wuss earlier.” He interrupted me as I was about to say something. “No, don’t say anything. I know I should have said something earlier.” He interrupted me as I protested at his admission. He raised his head, aquamarine gaze locking with mine. “I felt a bit uncomfortable at first with Marty, but he talked to me after the guests went to their villas. He’s really nice. I explained about the crew and that we all love you so much. He didn’t mean to distress anyone and he’s really upset that he made me feel bad.”
I sighed, brushing my lips against his forehead as he looked up earnestly.
“I think maybe he has also suffered. I think maybe we shouldn’t judge him too soon, just because he likes to flirt. He is kind of cute.” Dean smiled impishly. “His butt’s not as cute as mine, though.” He sniggered, reaching back to slap his own ass as he laughed, eyes sparkling like gems.
Pulling his face up to meet mine, I licked along the seam of his lips, lapping at his tongue before sucking the tip into my mouth. He moaned softly, his hands parting my thighs as he moved to kneel between them.
“I intend to explore this cute butt later on tonight, peach…with my tongue.” He shuddered, his mouth suddenly ravenous against mine as his fingers found one of my taut nipples and began tweaking the ripe bud.
I saw Jackson move to stand behind Dean, patting the younger man on the shoulder before leaving the office with a wink in my direction.
“I’ll go help with drinks and dinner. You two enjoy some alone time,” was Jackson’s parting shot before shutting the office door and leaving Dean and I alone.
The click as the door latched was like a trigger. Dean was insatiable, hands caressing me everywhere as he reached for the waistband of my pants, pulling them down to expose my now-sodden panties. I lifted my hips to aid him and no sooner had he discarded my lower garments than he shoved his face between my thighs with a wicked grin.
“I want to eat out this pussy first, luscious.” He growled playfully. The next moment he had his tongue sliding wetly along my slit, his hands dragging my legs wider until I hooked them over the arms of the chair, my head lolling backward as Dean showed me just how good he was at cunnilingus.
“Fuck, that’s good, peach.” I whimpered helplessly as his lips closed over my aching clit and he began to suck away furiously, leaving me writhing in ecstasy, my hands clutching the back of his blond head. My fingers clenched over handfuls of his soft blond hair, clawing his scalp, my hips moving against his talented mouth as he sucked and nibbled and nipped at me like a starving man at a banquet.
I came screaming as his tongue continued to lash at my wet channel, my swollen nether lips covered with my cream. I writhed against his face, his tongue spearing deep inside and I could feel my insides clenching and quivering as my orgasm swept through me like a tsunami. Collapsing back into the chair, eyes closed, I gave a groan as his hot mouth found mine. I tasted myself on him, felt myself lifted and then lowered to straddle his hard frame.
Opening eyes dazed with passion, I found that he had stripped naked, his lean frame sleek and well-defined with muscles which were not overblown but rippled enticingly under his skin. I ate him up with my eyes as he sprawled beneath me, white-blond hair falling in disarray around him like a halo.
Reaching up, I ripped my camisole off, then the bikini top to leave me bare to his appreciative gaze. His fingers found my taut nipples and I swayed at the ripple of sensation flowing from my tits to my clit. I sat atop his taut abs, rubbing my wet clit against his hard body sinuously. I left a trail of my cream along the hard ridges of muscle and he arched his back under me, enjoying the heat of me.
“Ride me, lover,” he invited hoarsely, gripping my hips and sinking his fingers into the soft skin.
Lifting up my hips, I brushed my wet slit against the tip of his engorged eight-inch cock, teasing him with shallow strokes as I lubricated the thick slab of meat. Groaning, he tried to impale me but I chuckled and moved so that I straddled his face instead, turning into a sixty-nine position so I could feast on that splendid cock.
As my mouth found him, I felt his fingers part my ass cheeks and I trembled in anticipation. I had been an anal virgin before coming to the island, but now it was one of my favourite holes. I felt a hot tongue swipe around the tight rim of muscles guarding my asshole and groaned deeply before inhaling the thick cock in one go, nearly gagging as his length brushed the back of my throat.
I suckled for a minute, groaning around the thick slab of his cock as his tongue began to explore my ass. He rimmed my clenching rosebud before dipping inside, piercing me like a tiny penis as I panted and bucked my hips against his mouth. I sucked hard on the cock between my lips, drawing a guttural groan of approval from him, which vibrated against my ass, and I gave a light scream at the sensation.
Bobbing up and down on his delicious meat, my tongue found the narrow slit and explored it carefully, enjoying the new vibration against my rosebud as he groaned in pleasure. We both were close to coming, but I really wanted to bite his cute ass. Sucking hard on his long length, I let his cock pop out of my mouth, then moved his legs up around his ears as I parted his ass cheeks, fondling the smooth globes with their light dusting of blond hair. Biting down lightly, my finger explored the tiny hole between his ass cheeks, and I pushed against the ring of pink muscles which guarded it. He moaned more loudly as my finger pushed in to the first knuckle. His thick cock slapped my cheek wetly and I kissed it teasingly. His balls hung heavily like ripe plums and I began sucking them into my mouth, rolling them around on my tongue and humming with pleasure at their salty taste.
Suddenly his mouth left my ass and I was flipped onto all fours. Dean kneeled behind me guiding his cock to my swollen, aching pussy before sinking inside with one smooth thrust. I screamed in pleasure, impaled on eight inches of prime cock and feeling his back mold against mine, his mouth kissing a trail from my shoulder to the nape of my neck.
“I’m gonna fuck you senseless, Jess. I’m gonna fuck you in each hole until neither of us can walk.”
I moaned, my back arching and my hips bucking against him as he began to thrust against me. Slowly at first, his hips slapped against my ass as with each stroke he impaled me then withdrew to the tip before impaling me to the hilt again. His fingers grabbed my tits, squeezing them with one hand as he gripped my waist with the other. Spreading my legs further, he slammed again and again into my pussy, sweat slicking his body as he pounded against me like a jackhammer, the only sounds in the office our panting breaths, groans and moans of lust, and the slap of slick flesh against slick flesh.
Moving to sit on my haunches, feeling his pistoning strokes fucking hard and fast up into me, I reached behind. I wrapped my arm around his neck as I leaned my head back for a deep kiss. My tits jiggled, my ass slapped by his heavy balls with each thrust, and I soon felt my insides clench before I came hard, screaming as the release bombarded my senses. I heard his yell, felt the gasp before the heated warmth of his cum lashed my pussy. Our lips were fused together, mouths locked as we shared harsh breaths. Locked together, it was a few minutes before we came back to earth, his cock still semi-hard inside me. Then I felt his hands on my shoulders, pushing me forward onto my hands and knees again. I tingled, anticipating what was coming next.
Sure enough, his fingers parted my ass cheeks again, finding my tiny hole, and he pushed one finger inside, then two. Scissoring and manipulating my tight muscles, he prepared me
for his large cock. Still trembling from my first orgasm, I felt his teeth against my shoulder, his body moulding to my back as he eased his large cock smoothly inside my rear hole, still slick with my cream. Pausing to let me adjust, he kissed me passionately, fingering my clit as he sank deeper into my ass. I groaned, feeling the burn and then the gentle slap of his balls against my ass as he bottomed out.
“Oh God. That’s fantastic!” I arched my back, pushing against the intruder, trying to push him deeper.
“I love this ass, Jess. It feels like a vice coated in warm velvet. I dream of this beautiful ass milking me dry. Milk me some more, Jess,” was his only warning before he began to move. He set up a smooth rhythm, the thick meat tunnelling into my ass with long, steady strokes. Each thrust caressed every inch of my chute and I writhed against him, pushing back against him to drive him deeper still.
“I love you, Jess.” His speed increased, and before long he was slaughtering my hole with a hard pounding tempo which had me screaming with each inward thrust. His earlier orgasm had taken the edge off his urgency, and gave him a longer build up to the next. A few minutes and many more strokes and he came with a grunt, yelping a little as his orgasm seemed to just keep on coming, releasing wave after wave of hot cum deep inside me. My legs were streaked with cum, his spunk oozing from my pussy as my ass overflowed the massive load he had just dumped in there. He shuddered finally, collapsing against my back, still joined deep inside me.
I hung my head, exhausted since his orgasm had triggered another one for me, and all I could do was kneel there with his cock wedged inside me and cum dripping down my legs. Sweat coated our bodies, the sharp tang of it accompanying the musky aroma of cum which permeated the office.
After a few moments he withdrew, groaning again as his thick length eased gently from my battered hole. He fell onto his back and lay with me on the carpet. Snuggling against him, my head rested on his smooth chest as our heartbeats returned to normal.
“I love you, peach,” I murmured, licking sweat from his chest before planting a soft kiss on his taut nipple.
“That name’s gonna stick, isn’t it?” he asked, resigned to the less-than-manly nickname.
I squeezed his ass. “Yep! As long as you have this peachy little butt, the nickname stays.” I yawned, closing my eyes as I dozed for a minute. “What time is it?” I asked sleepily a little while later.
“Hmmm, don’t know, but it’s dark outside.”
We heard the office door open then a familiar chuckle.
“Damn, every time I find you, you’re up to your pussy in cock,” Max’s voice was filled with amusement mixed with desire as he saw creamy cum spattered over my thighs and ass.
I blinked at him, my eyes heavy with sleep.
“I’m a cum junkie, hadn’t you heard?” I sniggered at him, content to lie there as I snuggled against Dean.
“She keeps calling me peach.” Dean’s drowsy complaint had Max and I laughing at him, since he tried to sound miffed, but couldn’t quite pull it off.
“Come on, you two, or you won’t be able to get up for work tomorrow. It’ll be a busy day for us all.” Max lent us both a hand, offering us both bathrobes which we donned thankfully. Gathering our clothes, we left the office, sharing tender kisses as we found a more comfortable place to cuddle than the office carpet.
Chapter Three:
Marcus’s Past Revisits
The next two weeks went by so fast that my head spun. I was on a fairly steep learning curve, since my former job had been as a retail manager, and now I was running a tropical resort-cum-rehab-retreat for people suffering from post-traumatic stress disorder. Our clientele were people Jackson had met whilst in the military or who had been referred to him during his years as a psychologist specializing in cases of severe trauma from systematic abuse and torture to the violent sudden death of friends or family.
We currently had ten guests, our term for our patients since whilst they were here for rehabilitation and counselling, the vibe on the island was to make them feel like they were here as visitors at a top-class resort, as far away from stresses as possible. It wasn’t that far from the truth, since the villas and guest compound were definitely top quality and could easily be featured in Condé Nast’s Top Ten Getaways. Of course that would never happen since our advertising was done word of mouth, with referrals and patients coming from medical and military professionals rather than the travel industry.
My job was not to counsel patients since I was certainly not qualified to do that. Jackson was an experienced psychotherapist and had years of practice helping to rehabilitate people. Group therapy sometimes worked coupled with one-on-one sessions. In usual circumstances, those suffering from PTSD were encouraged to return to a routine and work. These were people who for various reasons were unable to return to the previous occupation or had been recommended to live completely away from their “normal” home environment which could be adding to the anxiety. That was why El Santuario was founded. Jackson had lost a few patients over the years who’d fallen between the cracks of a flawed system of care. Some people did not have the right support to get through mental trauma. Without the help of good friends and a loving family, some who had suffered were unable to break the loop of nightmares and flashbacks to find ways of coping with their memories.
El Santuario was set up to give a healing, safe environment which enabled communication. Being able to talk about fears and confront them was a big hurdle to overcome. Once that was accomplished, coping mechanisms could be taught. The memories would never completely go away, but if we were able to lessen their damaging impact the victim would be able to live a more normal life.
I made sure that the resort side ran smoothly. The crew managed the bar, hotel, transportation, and recreation. Marcus had initially been pencilled in for organising entertainment, but he was more suited to being a gym instructor and helped with physical rehab for those who needed it. He had qualified as a physical therapist in the time since he had been at the resort, taking his exams in Sydney, Australia to bring him up to speed since his military experience needed updating. He was a qualified medic as well which came in useful.
We had a medical doctor, Dr. Sylvia Myers, who had been with us for about three months and fit in nicely. It was nice having a female on the island, and whilst she had a no-nonsense approach to medicine, she was also a genuinely nice person who took no crap from anyone. Marty was his usual flirtatious self and she took his teasing in good humour whilst letting him know when he’d gone too far. So far the two got on extremely well together, making a good team. Sylvia had mentioned to me that it was refreshing not to be surrounded by a bunch of arrogant hetero pricks thinking they were God’s gift to womanhood. In her experience, those who acted like that generally didn’t have the equipment to back it up.
I had been a little concerned at her attitude when she found out about my relationship with the crew. Sylvia, however, had been more than supportive. In her words, “Darling, you have eight gorgeous hunks of studly manhood wanting to fuck you every minute of the day and night. Don’t be worried. I’d be writing a book about it! Enjoy, enjoy, enjoy!”
It turned out that I didn’t have to worry about her getting off with the guys, since Jackson had told me Dr. Myers was very definitely into women. After that I had begun to avoid her, now slightly concerned in case she suddenly went into a sexual frenzy around me. Not really. It’s just I hadn’t had too much experience with women who were attracted to women. I didn’t know how to react.
She finally confronted me about it. In her usual direct way she’d told me, “Darling, whilst I admit I’ve had a couple of dry years in the sex stakes, I don’t usually turn into a raving lunatic around women. Unless of course you were to ply me with a truckload of rum, and then all bets are off! I have been known to get extremely horny and have been known to practice some really interesting moves whenever a long pole is nearby.” It had taken me a second to realize what she said, then I’d fallen about in h
ysterics imagining this normally prim and proper doctor of medicine wrapped around a vertical metal pole dancing to Def Leppard’s “Pour Some Sugar On Me” after drinking a pint of rum.
We were now firm friends and did spent quite some time together. I analysed my feelings toward her, wondering if I would feel anything sexual. I didn’t. I was definitely attracted to men, my men. She was safe from me, which I told her one day, much to her hysterical amusement. I still teased her about the pole dancing, though.
Today I’d been asked to help Marcus in the gym. At first I laughed since I was the least likely candidate to assist in anything even remotely resembling athleticism…unless there was sex involved! Being a cum addict when around my fellas, I was definitely a lot more limber when it came to getting my next fix.
The gym wasn’t huge since it didn’t need to be. It did have up-to-date, state-of-the-art equipment, showers, a massage room, and a sauna. Basically everything it should have to maintain the body. I rarely used the place, preferring a walk on the beach or a swim in the pool to sweating up a storm surrounded by mirrors and instruments of torture otherwise known as gym equipment.
Strolling along toward the place, I wondered what Marcus could possibly want my opinion for. The man was an ex-Para, who had spent seven years in the Pathfinder division. Pathfinders were a branch of the 16th Air Assault Brigade of the British Army’s Parachute Regiment. They were dropped behind enemy lines in advance of the main force to carry out reconnaissance and mark out drop zones and landing sites for helicopters. The training to become a Pathfinder was in line with Special Forces training, extremely difficult with a high failure rate.
Marcus had resigned from the military after his last mission to Afghanistan in 2010 and had spent two years bumming around before meeting up with Jackson, who offered him a position on El Santuario. On the surface he was a strong, capable, six foot-three-inch ex-soldier who could handle everything.
I had noticed that when the first guests arrived he had become a little isolated from everyone, choosing to spend his nights alone and his days busy in the gym. Marcus and I had shared some pretty intimate moments together, at least physically. He was sexy and confident in and out of the bedroom and often instigated make out sessions with me which inevitably led to us being horizontal for a couple of hours and covered in sweat and cum.
