Chapter Five #2
“No, I suppose not. But the heat,” I said, gazing around us, “And the insects and the lizards.” I made a face.
He laughed. “Are you such a prissy miss?”
I glared at him. “So what if I am?”
“For someone who grew up on an island, you’re awfully particular about those kinds of things.”
“Look, I ain’t perfect,” I admitted. “I’m also finding the environment…well, rather too still. I’m used to, you know, movement beneath my feet.”
“Rooster,” Dinesh said, gazing at me with wonder. “Have you become a dedicated seafarer in such a short time? Can’t abide the absence of motion and travel and adventure?”
I smiled. “Perhaps.”
“You know, I worried you’d love it here, and you might not want to leave.”
“Well, then. I’m glad we spoke of our fears.”
“As am I. Don’t worry, in a week or two I’ll want you back in our comfortable berth on the Arrow, cleaning and sweeping and dusting and submitting to my—” His gaze tracked down my body. “—vast appetites.”
“Hmm. Well, I can do that last thing here.”
A clear testament to how much I yearned for the sailing life that the thought of cleaning our cabin didn’t put me off.
“I do hope you can.”
We resumed walking and soon had to step over a couple of low-lying trees that blocked our path and shielded a sizeable tidal pool from the rest of the beach.
“Oh! This is…perfect,” I said. The spot was a private oasis where Dinesh and I would be able to get up to what we wanted out of view of everyone else.
“I agree,” Dinesh said, fingers going to the buttons of his shirt.
I watched him undo them slowly. He peeled his shirt off and threw the garment to the ground.
“That’ll get full of sand.”
“I don’t care.”
He came forward and his fingers went to the front of my trousers.
“See?” I said, “Not wearing a shirt at all has certain advantages.”
“I see that,” he said.
In a few moments, we were both naked.
I yelped as Dinesh scooped me up in strong arms and tossed me into the water.
I sputtered with indignation, even though the tidal pool wasn’t deep, and I could easily gain my feet.
“B-b-bastard! You fuck!”
A flock of colourful birds took off from the branches near us, and monkeys screeched as I splashed and cursed.
“Shhhh!” Dinesh laughed. “You’re disturbing the wildlife.”
“I’m disturbing the…! Wait’ll you see how disturbed they’re going to be in a minute, you bloody tosser!”
Oh, I was mad and inflamed and I launched myself toward the naked God standing at the edge of the water. He wasn’t prepared, and fell to the sand so I took the opportunity to grab his wrists and hold his arms down. Haha. I was in control now.
Dinesh gazed up at me with fiery eyes, struggled against my hold with half his strength, and licked his lips.
“All right, then. What are you going to do now you have me at your mercy?”
I glanced down at where our bodies collided and rutted my cock against his, pushing my knees into the sand on either side of his hips for leverage.
“Oh Christ,” he sighed, eyes closing briefly, then flashing open again. “I could spend from this.”
He groaned and his cock jerked.
“Don’t you fucking dare,” I said, narrowing my eyes.
His widened and he grinned. “My, you are a feisty lad on shore, aren’t you?”
“Well, you see, you ain’t captain here, are you? You’re a visitor, like I am.”
Dinesh gave me a look. Then he freed his wrists, grabbed mine, and flipped us over, so that he was the one straddling me. I grunted and blinked up at him, hair in my face and grit on my cheeks and other places.
“Hey,” I protested. “I got sand in my mouth.”
“Oh here, let me get that out for you,” he said, leaning to take my lips in a passionate kiss. He licked it out, spat the mouthful to the side, and resumed taking me apart with his tongue.
I moaned and thrust up against him, but he held me still and kept kissing me, as if he wanted to devour me completely. Then he broke from me and slipped off and to the side, frowning and cursing.
I tried to gather myself as I went up on one elbow to see him wiping something out of his thatch of private hairs.
“This bloody sand. How is anyone supposed to fuck on it?”
I couldn’t help barking a laugh as he looked so disgruntled and upset.
“Suppose we make use of the pool,” I suggested.
He glanced behind him as if he’d forgotten about the water entirely, then smiled with bashful realization.
“Oh, yes, quite.”
He stood and held out his hand, which I took.
He pulled me up, spinning me around to brush the wet grit from my back as if I were a child. Of course, he took the opportunity to deliver a couple of hard spanks to my rear.
“Ow. More, please. I’ve been ever so naughty.”
“Have you? Come over here then,” he said, directing me toward a palm tree that was shielded from the open space of the beach. “Cross your wrists and keep them here,” he said, slapping the rough bark at a spot about a foot above me.
A lizard skittered up the trunk, disappearing into the branches.
“Fuck!”
“The creature’s gone. Never mind.”
I glanced upwards and made a face.
“What if the bloody thing drops onto me from above?”
“Why on earth would it do that? He’s safe in the leaves now.”
I gave him a skeptical look, but he had a point. I tried not to think about the lizard and all the other small creatures about.
I did as he’d asked, feeling the familiar rush of trepidation mixed with excitement.
“You know, I am still your captain, even if we aren’t on the Arrow.”
“I know. I should tell you I’ve been having loads and loads of impure thoughts involving you,” I said as Dinesh ran his palm down my back and over the hill of my buttocks, smoothing the skin and brushing off sand. He hefted the muscle.
“Mmm, like a ripe fruit, this is. Lucious and juicy.”
He squeezed me like a mango at the market and then stepped back. I closed my eyes, ready for it.
“Simon White, you are an absolute fucking tart and a shameless tease,” he said.
I started to reply. “Yes, well, you knew that when—” but I was interrupted by his hand across my bottom once, twice, and a third time. He wasn’t gentle.
I meant to curse him but the word came out as a moan. Goddam it.
He spanked me again, and held my wrists against the tree as I wriggled and made feeble and insincere protests.
My breaths came in quick pants as my body lit up. I cried out and grunted as the strikes landed. I silently begged the noise not to carry down the beach when excited shrieking and grunting erupted in the treetops above us.
Dinesh paused, and we looked up to see the monkeys jumping and shrieking as if they were urging him on.
“Good God,” Dinesh muttered.
“Well, on a positive note, their shrieking will cover the sound of what we’re doing,” I pointed out.
“Oh! Yes, that’s true.”
He resumed spanking me as my cock jerked and my desire grew. The tumult above us only added to my excitement.
When he let up, he was breathing quick and hard, and I was trembling.
“Right. Into the water, pet.”
He took my wrist and turned me around, then marched me and my rosy backside into the sparkling pool.
“Let’s get all this grit off,” he said, pulling me into the centre of the depression.
The pool was waist-high in the middle, and the dirt sluiced off our skin when we submerged ourselves. Ducking under, I came up wiping the hair off my face and watched Dinesh surface at the same time.
“Shit, where’s the soap?” I asked.
“Blast. It’s in my trouser pocket,” he said, pushing the hair out of his face. He’d loosed his dark locks from their ribbon and now they made a damp curtain around his face, dripping over his shoulders.
“I’ll get it,” I said, making my way out of the refreshing water and over to where our clothes lay in a pile on the dry sand. I tried not to get Dinesh’s trousers wet as I located the wrapped soap and turned to go back.
“No. Stop right there,” Dinesh ordered.
I froze, gazing at him with wide eyes and wondering if a snake was about to drop onto me from above.
“Let me look at you a moment.”
I breathed a sigh of relief and stood taller.
“Like what you see?” I asked, giving him a smile and tossing the soap in one hand.
“Very much. God you are a vision. I wish I could have someone sketch you, Rooster, or do the job myself. But I haven’t the talent, and I wouldn’t know how to ask someone.”
“Oh, that’s easy. Find an artist on one of the ships we sack and capture them. Then make them sketch a portrait of me in a state of nature, perhaps with the shit-stopper up my arse, and if they do a good job, you can grant them their freedom.”
“Hmm, why didn’t I think of that? Brains and beauty.”
“Aye. That’s right,” I said. “May I come in now?”
“Yes. Let’s give these monkeys something to chatter about.”
We bathed each other with the soap, cleansing our hair and bodies the way they hadn’t been in a while, feeling refreshed and energetic by the time we gave up on keeping clean, and crashed together in the middle of the pool in a desperate embrace.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” I gasped.
“Mmm, you smell and taste so good, my little rooster,” Captain Martin said, his left arm a brace against my back and right hand slipping down to cup and squeeze my arse. His cock was a solid baton against my hip, as mine pressed into his thigh. “Come over here.”
He gave me another soul-searing kiss, and stepped back, releasing me, only to take my hand and tug me over to a shaded rock that jutted out of the pool near the edge where the water came up to our mid-calves.
“On your knees and hug that rock, sailor.”
Oh, hell yes.
I sank willingly to my knees and threw my arms around the solid boulder, glad the smooth surface hadn’t baked in the sun all day. The water came up to the middle of my thighs and kept me cool as I waited, breathless.
The captain emitted a predatory chuckle low in his throat as he sank to his knees behind me, the water surging. I craned my head around.
“Aren’t you gonna fuck me?”
“Well, I don’t have any oil, and if you’d ever attempted to fuck in water before, you’d know that the endeavour is ridiculously difficult. Surprisingly dry, as a matter of fact.”
This was news to me. I’d had romantic notions of being tupped in a pool or the ocean, and now that was ruined.
“Oh,” I said, sounding so disappointed.
“Look, just rest your head on the rock and relax. You’ll like this, and the result will be almost the same.”
“At least the monkeys are quiet.”
“For now.”
I chuckled as Dinesh put a hand on each of my buttocks and shoved me so I moved against the rock, causing a loud groan to escape my lips and stifling my amusement. I gasped.
“Fuck.”
Dinesh used his thumbs to spread me wide, and made a sound in his throat that sent a jolt through me.
“Look at that pretty pink hole.” His tone was reverent.
“Oh my God,” I whispered, feeling so vulnerable and cared for.
“So clean and waiting for attention.”
“Yes. Yes.”
The water surged again and Captain Martin bent to run his tongue along my exposed crevice with lazy enjoyment.
I cried out, my hands splayed on the rock, my eyes closed, my entire being focused on one quivering spot.
Dinesh slavered over me, the water around us splashing against the rock as he shifted his body to get at me at a better angle. I was a limpet, clasping the rock and riding the waves as Dinesh assaulted me with tenderness and persistence.
My breaths stuttered into the warm air, the cries of birds and beasts in the nearby canopy giving the experience a transcendent quality.
He backed off for a moment, the sound of slurping coming to me.
Oh God, oh God.
In a moment, his wet finger tickled my rim and pushed inside, making me cry out again and almost sob with longing.
“Fuck. Fuck.” I muttered, my voice guttural and greedy.
“There’s my good lad. I want you to spend on this rock whilst I finger you,” he said, turning and twisting his finger, pulling the digit out and shoving it in, playing me like a strange instrument. “Then I’m going to finish all over your pretty back and bottom whilst you recover.”
I writhed and groaned, a puppet to his whims. He used his tongue to tease me where his finger lodged and rubbed the spot inside me that worked as a matchstick, igniting my entire body and transforming me into a babbling idiot.
“Oh fuck, oh fuck,” I cried, my cock frotting against the smooth side of the rock, a slave to his profane manipulations.
“Spend for me. Now.” Dinesh murmured, thrusting, and twisting his finger, my cries echoing in the air.
“Ohhh. Fuckkkk.” I finished copiously as the captain kept up his actions, milking me of everything I had, until I collapsed against the rock. “Jesus fucking Christ. Oh my God. You animal.”
And then he was on me, his prick rutting against my hip, as he culminated with a cry, and his forehead dropped to my shoulder.
The monkeys shrieked and cried as if they were responsible for our successful coupling.
“Those blasted fucking apes,” I muttered.
The captain only laughed and pulled me off the rock, bringing me down into his lap with a splash. He pushed the still-damp hair from my forehead and kissed me, then pulled back.
“Now where did you put the soap?”