Chapter 20 #4
The truth speaks inside our bodies, without the noise of words.
The kiss flaunts our shared secret. It thunders in our racing heartbeats.
It whispers in the smile pulling at his lips.
He looks at me again. He’s silent, and gives butterfly kisses.
His hands run down the sides of my head to my neck, out to my shoulders and down to my hands.
He grabs them, soft yet firm, puts them in front of me and pauses.
We have all the time. We look in each other’s eyes again and smile as our lips touch.
He lays a kiss on my forehead, my chin, then cheeks and eyes, like I did to him that night in the Outback.
I’m feeling the shrooms, tripping a little. We are surrounded by strings of color, shimmering like water. I feel them swirling through us. We look at them in amazement.
Some of the ribbons go out to the others and they share them between each other too. William is covered in so many from everyone, it’s like he’s wrapped in an enormous rainbow cocoon.
“One?” I mouth to Austen without noise.
“One,” he agrees silently.
Amelia calls a minute and it intrudes upon an eternity of togetherness.
“You’re stalling again.”
He lies me down and gets on top. Our legs tangle. He stitches our fingers together like puzzle pieces and puts our hands above our heads. Our soft inner arms press together along the length of them. I’m in total submission to him.
He kisses me again and again, more deeply and passionately each time. As we do, Austen moves above me, moving ever so gently. Where we are connected, an intense desire spreads. From my heart to my chest and belly to my inner thigh, it’s as if a heavenly glue is sticking us together.
I tilt my head and after his deep breath out he bites my lip gently. It doesn’t hurt, it only makes me want more. I bite his top lip back, then our tongues connect again.
I feel us ascending. I open my eyes and see that we are in a different world that glistens and sparkles in a fresh light, newly created. Now I realize we drowned on Bondi, and are already in Heaven, together.
Our past lives stretch out behind us; all the strange but familiar vessels that were once ourselves.
I’ve always known him. All lives are quietly profound, unmistakably beautiful, from a distance.
William is sewn into the cosmic mix every time.
I’ve met Isobelle before too, and often not in happy circumstances.
She is a formidable opponent, and an even more terrifying friend.
Epochs pass, and empires rise and fall as we make out.
We only come up for air one more time. We break apart and our eyes are bleary now.
I smile and he lets go of my hands, and starts exploring my body.
I kiss his neck, reach under his shirt, and make my way up his spine.
I find the spot that made him moan in the tent in the desert.
He moans again. I can feel his muscles straining.
Poor Austen. The pressure has been building in him this whole time, and it’s time to release it.
“Time’s almost up!” Amelia warns.
“Don’t stop,” Austen whispers, as he puts my earlobe in his mouth.
I let out a gasp like I sprinted a long way and look around wildly. Everyone looks hypnotized, watching us, except William. Isobelle and Sabrina are covering his eyes. I have to get back to Austen. He needs me. I kiss his bottom lip on his open mouth.
“Ten seconds!” Amelia announces.
After weeks of torturous holding back from each other, the build up of sexual energy explodes. I grab Amelia’s timer and throw it against a porthole where it smashes to pieces. She squeaks.
“You want a show?” I ask the others. “Four bits of clothing?” I pull my shirt off, then turn to Austen. “You like it baby?” I ask him between kisses.
“Yes,” he smiles.
“You want to keep going?” I ask.
“I do.”
“You hands, running down my body. I need it. You want it?”
“Yes.”
“Yes?”
“Yes yes yes.”
“Is he drunk?” William asks Isobelle, taking her hands off his eyes.
I shower Austen in kisses and kick my shoes off, telling him how much I need him, adore him, that I love the way he tastes. I want to go down on him for hours. I want to be inside him. He shushes me.
William stands up, and the strings that connect Kane and the girls to him pull them up too. Hayden rises to his feet as well, but his strings are different.
“Beebee,” William says to Austen softly, in his ear, pulling on his arm.
“I’m busy,” he says, pushing him away.
“Oh God baby,” I whisper as I kiss Austen’s neck. “I can’t wait to fuck you. You want me?”
“You know I do,” he whispers back.
The spirit of lust overruns me completely, like black magic taking hold, casting me out of my own soul. I rip off his muslin overshirt and the buttons ping around the cabin.
“That’s enough,” William tells us.
The ribbons of color start whipping around like a hurricane.
There’s some strange unmoving black water between the twins and their girlfriends.
My hand on the back of Austen’s neck, I pull him on to me tighter.
He rests his arms on my shoulders. I press my mouth against his.
Another moan escapes me as I part my lips.
Austen seems entranced by the kissing. I take off my belt.
William pulls him off me. I get up and grab Austen’s hands.
Nobody seems to know what to do. What can they do?
Austen is an adult. I pull him outside and find his lips, steering him with his hips backwards onto a lounger and get on him.
The boys pull me off him again. I throw them off with force and the girls yelp.
Again and again the boys intervene, but I keep pushing them away and coming back. Austen lies back on the sofa and I lower my hips between his legs. As I kiss I move down, lifting his shirt over his belly-button and kiss just below it, while I unbuckle his own belt. William is incandescent.
“Get the fuck off him,” he growls.
Finally the boys pin me down to the deck and the girls pull Austen away inside. Sabrina locks the cabin.
“Get the fuck off me!” I yell.
I writhe around like I am possessed, and kick Kane and bite Hayden.
“Jesus!” Hayden yelps, as I chomp the side of his hand.
I get away from them, and William punches me in the eye. It’s like running into a brick wall. You do actually see stars when someone hits you hard enough.
I am in shock. It sobers me a little. I can’t open the door. I’m shaking all over. I clamber to the table and grab my drink. My hand tremors so much as I put it to my mouth that the liquid splashes everywhere.
“Are you okay?” Kane asks me.
“N-no,” I stutter. “I need Austen. I need sex. I can’t take it anymore. I have to have him or I’m gonna go insane.”
“Oh God,” Kane says. “He literally warned us, we should have listened.”
I rub my temples hard. “Austen, baby, listen!” I yell to him from outside, pressing my face to the crack in the door.
“What happens on holiday stays on holiday. I can’t take it anymore.
We obviously need to have sex with each other.
” I start banging my head on the door in time to what I’m saying.
“Let’s go in one of the tents! It’s gonna be great, I can tell!
It’s gonna be amazing! I promise to be gentle, I’ll let you do what you want to me.
I want you to be in charge. Whatever you want me to do to you, I’ll do it.
You can tie me up and do whatever, I just need to fuck you, okay?
After that kiss, I have to know what it’s like! ”
“Stop bashing your head!” Kane yells.
While I ramble, Austen unlocks the door and locks lips with me. They pull us apart again.
“Let me go,” Austen barks at Kane and Hayden. “Don’t fucking touch me.”
He pushes off his bodyguards and menaces them. They wisely back right off. They don’t want to catch a punch from this absolutely lethal fighter.
“Come here baby,” I tell him.
“Touch him again, and you fucking die,” William warns me.
I go straight to Austen. “I’ve died before.”
Austen holds up my hand and looks at the back of it. He moves it around in the air while I kiss his neck.
“It’s okay Bee,” Austen tells William. “It’s beautiful.”
“What are you doing?” William frowns.
“There are little rainbows coming off his skin,” Austen says.
“Baby?” Isobelle whimpers, alarmed. “What cup have you been drinking from?”
“I’ve got the jug of blueberry,” he says and points to it.
Looks like he’s eaten a lot of the blue meanies out of the pitcher. Awesome.
“That has magic mushrooms in it!” she yells.
“I know!” he giggles. “That’s why I tried it! I like it. I like kissing too. It’s really nice.”
He cups my face and kisses me over and over and I accept each one eagerly, faster and faster until they become one long kiss. I moan as he pushes me up against the wall. A whole new panic sets in, as everyone tries to figure out how much he’s taken.
“He’s totally out of it,” William says, pulling him away again. “He has no idea what he’s doing.”
The recriminations fly. Isobelle and Sabrina blame Amelia and she’s outraged. The blame shifts to me and they all agree it’s my fault for supplying it, and now I’m taking advantage of him.
“Fuck me baby, please,” I howl, and the others go quiet. “The thought of you naked is driving me crazy. I think I’m going to die if I don’t have you soon. I need you. I need your body. God Austen, please, please fuck me.”
“Okay,” Austen says. “Yeah, okay. I think I want to.”
William is searing with rage. He wants Austen the fuck away from me. Isobelle tells him to let her deal with it but he doesn’t want to listen.
“You’re gonna have to share your fucking binky for a few more minutes,” she snarls at William.
She grabs two juice boxes and runs to me.
“I need you to drink this,” Isobelle says, offering me a sip.
“I need Austen,” I say, defiantly.
“You can kiss as much as you want, but you both have to drink this.”