CHAPTER 6
BROOKE

His arms wrapped around me and he picked me up. He set me onto the edge of the balcony as our lips continued to stay connected. His tongue was electric, sending jolts down my spine as his hands ran up my legs.

His palms on my bare skin brought back memories of those months we had spent together.

Memories of debaucherous nights, tangled up and writhing together in his king-sized bed.

The beach was quiet and there were no sounds except for the town off in the distance. Darkness blanketed our bodies as his lips moved down my neck. Nipping and kissing, his warmth spread through my veins igniting a cascade of fire within my body as his hands pushed my dress up my legs.

I felt his hands parting me as I clung to him, grabbing onto his hair and bracing myself for what was to come.

He sank to his knees in front of me and breathed over my clothed pussy as I sat there, my legs spread wide on the edge of his balcony. His hands grabbed my lower back, supporting me as my fingers curled into the tendrils of his hair. I ground into his face, no longer self-conscious about the sweat dripping down my back. His hot breath shook me. Chilled me to the bone despite the sweltering heat engulfing our bodies.

His nose nuzzled my flimsy panties to the side and his tongue dove in. I bit back my moans, clinging to him as I teetered off the balcony. The synapses in my brain were firing rapidly and my inner voice was warring with itself. I didn’t want him to stop what he was doing, but I was afraid that if he continued, I’d fall for him all over again.

Then his tongue teased my clit and all rational thought left my head. My legs were shaking, and my hips were rolling as he moaned into me. I was dripping for him. My body was buzzing with ecstasy. I raked my nails against his scalp as he held me with the strength of his hands.

I swallowed every moan, every urge to say his name as stars shot behind my eyes.

My body shook against his face as his lips wrapped around my clit. His tongue flicked at lightning speed as he pressed deeper into my body, drinking me down the way he used to all those years ago.

“Oh, fuck.”

My body burst, erupting in a pool of pleasure that seeped out onto his lips. My body fell limp and his face rose from between my thighs, and he caught me before I fell over the edge of his balcony.

He carried my trembling body back into the house, not bothering to shut the door as we made our way to his bedroom.

He laid me down onto his bed and ripped my panties from my body. I could hear the fabric tearing and it was music to my ears. He pulled his own clothes off, the stitches popping in my ears before he fell against me. My hands rushed around his body as his cock pulsed against my damp folds.

I pressed my lips against his, tasting myself on him. Sweat covered our bodies, adding to the scent of the sex swirling around our heads. I wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling him toward me.

Then he pressed into me, inch by inch, filling me with an electricity that curled my toes and forced my nails into his back.

Having him inside of me again, it was like he’d never left. His hips rolled against me and my heels pressed into his ass. He was hungry, devilish, greedy in the way he fucked me. My tits shook with every thrust and I could feel his hands gripping me tighter to gain leverage. I could feel my pussy throbbing around him, gripping him tightly inside of me and urging him to fill me with his seed.

“That’s it. Hold on, Brooke. I’ve got you.”

My head fell back and my body arched into his. My hands fisted his hair, pulling his face into the crook of my neck. He sucked a patch of skin between his teeth and bit down, locking my body up as another orgasm crashed over me. My legs pulled taut and my breathing stopped. My eyes widened, and I could see the determined pleasure written all over Kevin’s face.

But he wasn’t done with me.

That much I knew.

He slipped from between my legs and turned me over onto my stomach as his grip commanded my form. My hips rose into the air as his hands clamped down upon my hips, rendering me merciless to his touch. His hands kneaded my ass cheeks as a groan fell from his lips. My face was buried into a pillow and my hands were reaching for anything I could use as leverage.

Anything to brace myself for the onslaught I knew was coming.

He slammed his cock into me and I moaned desperately into the fabric beneath my lips. His hips connected with mine as skin slapping skin filled the room. His balls were smacking against my clit, driving me wild as my toes began to curl. Juices were pouring from my body and drenching his, wetting the bed underneath us.

“Kevin. Yes. Holy shit… oh… right there. Harder. Harder, Kevin. Harder!”

He grunted as he gripped as hard as he could onto my skin. I knew I’d be looking at bruises in the morning, but I didn’t care. His balls were slapping my clit and his cock was stroking that beautiful place within my body. I pushed into the bed and leaned back into him, meeting him thrust for thrust as his cock began to swell within me. I was breathless. Speechless. My throat was gripped with an ecstasy I hadn’t felt in years. My toes began to curl so tightly my legs cramped and I could feel Kevin’s hips stuttering against mine.

His body rocked against mine, burying himself inside me time and time again. I was wiggling and jolting as electricity took me over. I lost control of my body. I pressed myself up onto my hands and let my tits sway against the bed. I threw myself back into him as his arms wrapped around me, forcing me upright and against his chest.

His sweat intermingled with mine as my hands flew to his hair. I pulled his lips into my neck and he began to nibble against my skin. His stubble was intoxicating, and his tongue was hot. I ground my ass back into him, feeling his cock throb against my walls. He was groaning into my skin. Sending goosebumps fluttering on top of my skin. His hands massaged my tits and ran down the sides of my body before his fingertips parted my pussy folds.

And one stroke was all it took.

I fell over the edge as my eyes screwed shut. I gripped so tightly onto his hair I thought I was going to pull it from his scalp. His cock slid into me one last time before he stilled against me, his chest panting and his hands roaming my body. He wrapped me up in his strong grasp and peppered my neck with kisses. I felt the spurts of hot cum drench my pussy before it slid down my legs and dripped onto the sheets of his bed.

And everything was silent.

Nothing except the swirling of our sex-stained air and the panting of our lungs could be heard.

We collapsed to the bed, heaving for air and trembling against one another. I sank my face into his skin, drawing in the scent of his body. It had always been my favorite of his scents. Despite his expensive colognes and the flowers he would buy me to apologize, none of it compared to the vulnerability and salted sweetness of his skin after fucking me senseless.

I took in as much of it as I could before he rolled off my body.

I closed my eyes and saw a story beginning to unfold before my eyes. I saw a woman on an island with her hair blowing in the breeze. I saw a sheer wrap fluttering around her body. I saw her hair cascading in the wind.

And off in the distance, I saw a man, with his eyes trained on her instead of the beauty of the rising sun.

There it was.

My story.

“I can’t stay,” I said, breathlessly. “I have to go.”

“I know. It would be confusing for the kids to see you waking up here.”

“It would, yes.”

“Has inspiration hit you yet?”

“What?” I asked.

“Drinking and fucking. You said you used to do that in college to get rid of your writer’s block. Did it help?”

I felt a pang of hurt rush through my chest. Was that all this was?

“I have to go,” I said, refusing to admit to him that it had worked.

Grabbing my things, I rushed out of the house. I ran back to the hut Morgan and I were sharing as his cum dripped down my leg. I tried to rid myself of the feeling, to forget it as tears brewed in my eyes. I wasn’t sure what I was expecting from an encounter like that, but again, I had gotten my hopes up that it was something more than it was.

I let my guard down like Morgan told me not to, and now I was crying.

Again.

I didn’t stop running until I got to our hut. Of course, Morgan was nowhere to be found. Probably off with her little island boy drinking and having the grandest of times. I tossed my stuff onto my bed and walked into the bathroom, jumping in the shower to rid myself of the shame I felt for being so stupid.

Despite the hurt, the inspiration was still there. Scenes were bleeding to the forefront of my mind and I couldn’t waste them because of a broken heart. I dried off and threw on some clothes before I sat down at my desk and began to type away, my fingers flying at lightning speed.

I wrote for three hours before my eyes could no longer focus, and I was pleased with the work I had gotten done.

Crawling into bed, I slid underneath the covers and pulled them up to my chin as the lapping of the waves against the pilings under the hut lulled me to sleep. I closed my eyes and slipped deep into the darkness. Deep into a restful slumber so my body could recuperate.

And there was Kevin. With his naked body and his strong arms and his dexterous tongue. Waiting for me to fall into him so he could fold me around any way he pleased.