43. Supertanker
Chapter 43
Supertanker
Haley
T he rain has stopped, and I keep expecting Calvin to come back—or at least for Easton to pop his head in. Neither do. I can’t help but listen for voices amongst the crashing of the waves, but there’s nothing. No arguing, grunting, or anything but normal ocean noises outside. I didn’t speak up when Dante told Calvin and Easton they couldn’t come in. Because he’s right. The two of them need to come to an agreement. First my ankle. It was my fault—I’ll take the blame on that one. Now Zane’s foot? What other weird accident is going to happen because the two of them are fighting? I saw Easton’s eye, Calvin’s lip. They both look like shit. I hate that they’re hurting. And that they’re hurting each other.
There’s nothing but more and more crashing waves. I squirm around on my life vest pillow. I’m wide awake. Like having three cups of coffee and a Red Bull kind of wide awake. But I’m not cold and only slightly damp, which is my new standard for feeling pretty damn good.
My thoughts race. We’ve been here two weeks—no, eight days. Six? How long have we been here?
“Fifteen days, Sassy.”
“Sorry.” Now I’m thinking out loud.
“Nothing to be sorry about.” Dante rolls onto his back and pulls my head onto his chest. A big step up from the nylon of the life vest. Dante’s heart thuds loud.
Zane mumbles something, and then he gives a snort like a snore. Like someone’s pressed his off button. It’s so reassuring I almost laugh. “He’s going to be okay?” I meant to say it as a statement. Five days or twenty, they’re changing me. I want to go home. I want us all to go home. In one piece, more than anything. We have to be a unit.
“Sure he is. He’s a tough bloke,” Dante says with a horrible British accent.
But I laugh. I have to—he does that for me.
“I love hearing you laugh, Sassy.” He pulls me closer.
I nuzzle my face into his neck. How the heck does he smell this good? His fingers play with the bottom of my shirt, and then it’s gone. An image of Sam flits across my consciousness, but I push it out. I made a choice. This is what I’m doing. I’m not doing it halfway. Dante deserves better.
“Dante.” It’s a plea and a gasp all at the same time. I lift my neck from his shoulder, and his lips are on mine. Firm. Demanding. His tongue eases into my mouth, while his hands play with my nipples. He moves me onto my back. The rain continues to hold off, but the last bit of the storm has the ocean waves angrily crashing. I shift in Dante’s arms, desperate for comfort. My greedy self is hungry for him. I lift my hips, and he pulls my pants away.
“Fuck, Sassy. You’re so gorgeous. A work of art. I can’t wait to devour you.” He nods at me, and he’s asking but not asking. I reach for him, and he pulls me closer. Where I want to be.
“Yes,” I moan softly, feeling his words caress me as much as his hands do. Our kisses are wild, frantic. “Waiting for you is every bit worth it.”
Dante’s mouth finds mine again, his tongue probing and demanding. I kiss him, our lips hungrily crashing together. My body craves his touch.
When he stops, his voice is low and gravelly. “You taste so fucking good, Sassy. I can’t get enough of you. You’re the best thing on the menu.” In the low light, he wiggles his eyebrows at me. His head dips low, and I tip my head back and look up at the canopy. There are growing puddles of water in the low spots. Dante’s fingers skim lower on my skin. I close my eyes in anticipation. He’s taking things slow—so slow.
“I need you.”
“Are you ready for the first course, Sassy?”
“Yes,” I hiss out.
He licks down the center of my pussy before going back to take a swipe around the outside of my clit. My hips jerk into his powerful hands. He’s holding me down, and I love it. I reach for his head, running my fingers through his brown hair. It’s never in his face, but at times it covers his ears. It’s so silky soft. When he sucks my clit into his mouth, I can’t help but pull on his hair.
He groans. Dante likes a little pain. I don’t stop the tension.
“Sassy.” It’s a promise, a threat. It’s everything.
“Dante.” I don’t really want to have a conversation right now. I want him to keep his mouth right where it is. I want him to take my soul from my body. I want to be far away. Warm and safe. And that’s how he makes me feel. Safe, honored, cherished. I love it.
He cocks his head, pulling against my grip until I let go. “I told you, Sassy. I’m in charge. You’re mine now.” He pushes a finger into me. First one and then two. My hips respond on their own. Pulsing and jerking. It’s so good.
“Yes.” I want to cry. I don’t know why this is so overwhelming.
“Say it.” There’s gravel in his voice, a tone I don’t want to deny.
“I’m yours now.” I know what he means. At this moment. Not forever. Out of all the guys... he’s the one who’s most into sharing. I’m sure he’s done it before. I’m sure he’s done?—
I shut down my thoughts. I know where I’m going with something like that. I’m going to think about how I don’t compare, how I’m sure Dante has shared before. How I’m not enough to handle this. Right now, I am.
I am.
I am.
I’m more than enough to handle all this.
Dante.
Zane.
Easton.
Calvin.
And Sam.
“Sassy.” Dante growls, and he grips my hips, tipping me up and back. His fingers thrust with a pace that’s going to take me there soon. So soon. He lifts his mouth. “Stay here with me.”
I want to be here. With him.
“What a good girl you are.”
I whimper, my body reacting to his words as much as his touch. He thrusts deeper, and his tongue doesn’t stop. The sounds of the beach fade away, and I’m tipping over the edge. My release is so good. I’m not sure how I’m ever going to stop screaming his name. “Dante.” It’s loud. It vibrates in my head.
“Did you enjoy the first course, Sassy?” He licks at my belly button and trails kisses up my body. His smile consumes his face.
“Your turn.” I grip his shoulders.
“Oh, but that was my turn. Did you think that was for you? No, Sassy, watching you break into a thousand pieces of pleasure? That was for me. Now I’m going to really get things?—”
“Cooking?”
He laughs. “You said it, not me.” He rubs his thumb hard over my nipple. And I feel my eyes flare. “Now I’m ready for the main course. We’ve got you good and ready.” Dante pulls his clothes off. He’s the only of the guys I haven’t seen naked yet. Sure, he took his clothes off when we went swimming but I didn’t stare and yes, earlier tonight I was straddling him. But there’s a difference. My eyes flick to his cock. It’s beyond huge.
He takes the one remaining cushion in his hand. “Like I said, Sassy. Take this and lie back. I want to show you how things can go.”
“It’s not a competition.” I put the cushion under my backside, grateful for the protection against the now sticky rubber raft.
“It is for the rest of them.” He smiles, and his hand cracks down on the side of my ass. He raises his head in a little nod.
“You are so full of it.”
“So are you.” Dante pushes into me. And I still. He’s big, and even with my last orgasm, I have to hold still and breathe as I adjust to his size. “Fuck, you’ve got a tight little cunt, don’t you, Sassy? Damn.” He tilts his head back and then grabs my legs, pulling them around his backside. I lock them behind his ass. He feels so good. He leans forward. “Are you ready to go?”
“Mmm.” My head flops to the side.
“I asked you a question.” His hand circles around my neck, and he holds it there. Our eyes lock. “I asked you a question, Sassy.”
My brain is fuzzing out. “Uh, yes.”
“Yes, what?” He glares at me, his amber eyes like dark moons.
“Yes, sir.” It’s all I can think to say.
He laughs. “That’s not what I meant, Sassy. But I like it.” Dante starts slow. His thrusts are calculated and rhythmic.
I’m sweating from every pore. Each push takes me higher. I’m becoming addicted to these men. How could I live without them? Any of them? My eyes drift close.
“Look at me, Sassy. Don’t you go anywhere. Right now, you are here with me. You like my big dick.” He’s staring at me, a glint in his eyes. He hasn’t moved his hand from around my neck. And I like it. I like it a whole heck of a lot. I grip his wrist with one hand. To keep it there or pull it off, I’m not sure. My other hand is on his shoulder. His pace is relentless. Each thrust follows the last with the exact precision I expect from Dante. His eyes hold mine. And I can’t look away. I wouldn’t look away if the whole world came crashing down.
There’s a sound from behind Dante. But the only thing I’m focusing on is him.
“That’s it. Take it. You’re such a fucking beauty.” He takes his other hand and squeezes my nipple. It hurts but in a way I like. To say I’ve never done anything like this before is absolutely true. “You have no idea, do you?”
“I...” I’ve never thought of myself that way. Hell, Steven spent years telling me my ass was too flat and I was too fat at the same time. These guys want me, but they only want me because I’m available. I understand the way it is. I’m not dumb.
“Say it. Say ‘I’m so fucking beautiful.’” He pauses. And when I don’t immediately say it, he stops. He freezes and leans over me. “Say it,” he growls into my ear.
I can’t say those words. I don’t believe them. I...
“Say it.” His grip on my neck tightens.
“I’m so fucking beautiful.” I get it out. And he smiles, but he doesn’t loosen his grip. “Sir,” I add. And he’s beaming. But most importantly, he moves again. Those spectacular brown eyes of his are glowing. The dimple in his cheek is like an exclamation mark on how handsome he is.
“That’s right, you are. You’re a beautiful girl who’s taking my monster dick like a champion.”
I tilt my hips up and squeeze. I squeeze harder than I ever have in my life. I want to give him so much.
“Fuck.” Dante throws his head back. His motions become feral, but he never moves his hand from my neck. He lets go of my nipple, and when he does, the blood rushing back to it sends a bolt of electricity through my body. Dante reaches between us and rubs my clit.
My body hitches like I’ve been hit with a bolt of lightning. My back arches, and my shoulders convulse.
Dante lets go of my neck. My arms fly above my head like some sort of weird party game. I find a rope on the wall and hang on to it. My body twitches, and I hang on to that rope like I might float away. I’m completely undone.
“Fuck, Sassy, that was everything.” My legs are wrapped tightly around him. I may never be able to unwrap them. I might be stuck this way. But maybe I don’t care if I am. They are ruining me for the rest of my life. He thrusts one more time, and my hips jerk, my arms pull forward, and the rope in my hand breaks.