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.