Chapter 8
Still Saylor
I bit my bottom lip and tried to fight the ridiculous grin from spreading across my face. Nodding at the whirl of material hanging in the corner, I said innocently, “I usually use a loofah.”
“Today, I’m gonna be your loofah.”
My laughter over his silly offer was quickly joined by his deep chuckles.
But our laughter faded away as his large hands lathered up with my bodywash. That, combined with the intent look in his eyes, had me catching my breath. Now it didn’t feel so silly and light.
Now I knew he had all kinds of dirty, dirty thoughts running through his mind.
And he was going to act them out with me.
I swayed toward him, like a puppet caught by its string.
He grinned smugly down at me. “I need you to turn around.”
Something about the glint in his eye and his husky voice just made me weak in the knees.
His grin turned downright wicked. “You gonna be a good girl for me?”
My knees about went out.
I swayed full force at him, and he muffled a curse as he caught me. I clutched at his shoulders and hid my burning face in his very muscle-y chest. God, that was embarrassing.
His husky laughter echoed around us. “Fuck, you’re about perfect, baby girl.”
I shivered in his arms. “I feel ridiculous. Like I swear you could make me orgasm just with your dirty talk.”
His chest rumbled under me. “As much as I wanna test your theory out, we gotta finish up before we run out of warm water here. It might be a luxury resort, but we’re still on an island.”
Then his hands moved over me, spreading the suds all over my body. His fingers lingered on my breasts, teasing the aching peaks of my nipples. Plucking. Rasping. Teasing.
I moaned, the sound so loud in our little echo chamber.
“Mmm, you feeling a little needy? Want me to do something about it?”
“Yes. Please.” I groaned as his hands continued to wash my chest. Moving over my breasts like I’d soaked them in mud before showering.
“Filthy. Just so filthy,” Mal murmured as his hands caressed my breast, passing over my nipples again and again. The soap was long gone. Just his hands and the water beating down on us as he teased the aching tips.
“Mal,” I whined, moving my hips into his thighs. I need more.
“I thought we agreed on you calling me Daddy last night.”
If it’d make him touch me where I needed him to, I’d call him anything he wanted. “Daddy, please. I need more.”
“I agree. We need so much more soap. You’re just filthy, baby. And so much of you still to wash.” He reached behind him and grabbed the soap before lathering up again.
I whined in the back of my throat. “Not more soap. More of you. Touch me, Daddy. Please.”
“I am, baby girl.” His hand moved over my chest, lingering on my nipples to pluck and tease me more, before moving down my torso and skipping over my sex to wash my thighs and knees. “Can’t you feel me?”
“No, Daddy. Please!” I couldn’t even form words. I was so full of aching need and frustration. I arched in his arms, rubbing my breasts against his chest as I tried and failed to find some friction for my aching sex. He dodged my every attempt to trap his leg between my thighs.
“Almost done.” He picked up the shower wand and quickly rinsed his hands before running the water all over me. “Now, turn, so I can rinse that conditioner out of your hair.”
I thought about wrestling him for the wand so I could use it where I really needed it, but I knew I wouldn’t win. Apparently this morning was about driving me crazy.
I pouted as I turned so my back was facing him and closed my eyes as the water washed over my head. So warm, it would’ve been relaxing but for this aching need thrumming between my thighs.
His free hand rubbed through my hair, getting all the conditioner rinsed out. He moved me slightly and ran the water down my body, over my breasts. He passed the wand over them again and again.
And then he moved lower.
I whined as he petted my needy sex with one hand while he did something to the wand with his other.
And then I felt it.
All the force of the wand against my aching clit.
I juddered in his arms, my whole body went taut, and I clawed at the arm now banded around my waist while he teased me with the wand in his other hand.
I couldn’t—I didn’t—
I screamed as I went over the edge.
Wave after wave of pleasure crashed through my body. I would’ve gone down but for his arm around me. His steady body behind me held me up as mine shook and quaked until I had to finally turn away from the now harsh sensation of the wand’s stream.
I was dimly aware of Mal turning off the water and hanging up the shower wand, but all I could focus on was staying upright as aftershocks shook me.
Any time Mal touched me, another one wracked my body.
When my nipples brushed against him, another one hit.
When the towel he wrapped around me rasped against my clit, another one shook me.
It felt like my entire body was just one tender nerve ending.
It was amazing and agonizing all at once.
“Good?” Mal asked as he rubbed the excess water out of his hair.
I shook my head slightly, and his eyes darkened. “Amazing.”
He smirked. “Good.”
He grabbed a towel and moved to wrap it around his hips when I noticed he was still erect.
That whole experience had been about me. I hadn’t touched him. I hadn’t kissed him. I’d done absolutely nothing to reciprocate.
Like hell was that the way our morning was going to end.
I knocked the towel out of his hand, letting it fall to the wet shower floor, before tossing mine down on top of it.
“What…?” His question ended in a groan as I fell to my knees at his feet on top of the towels and grasped his cock in my hand. “Fuck. I really should tell you that you don’t need to, but I can’t. I really, really need to come. Once is nowhere enough with you.”
It was my turn to smirk as I ran my hand up and down his cock while Mal’s groans echoed around us. His fingers tunneled into my hair, but he didn’t pull or guide me. It was more like he needed help to stay standing.
I felt so powerful on my knees in front of him. I was the one making him groan. I was the one teasing him now. I was the one controlling things between us.
But I didn’t have the patience that Mal did.
I wanted to taste him. I wanted to feel him come.
My lips and tongue ran along his length, tasting him, making him groan and shudder above me. I didn’t even think about the towel biting into my knees; I was so focused on him and his reactions I could’ve stayed down here for hours. Watching this man come undone was everything.
I’d built up a rhythm between my hand and mouth that had Mal’s thighs tightening and his cock throbbing.
“Fuck, baby. Yeah, that’s it. I’m almost there. Just need a little more.”
The devil on my shoulder wanted me to hold back and tease him like he’d teased me, but my jaw didn’t agree. I was way out of practice. But there was no way I was going to stop now.
“You gonna swallow me, baby? I wanna see you take it all. I’m not—shit. Swallow me, baby.” He grunted, and his cum quickly filled my mouth as he gave a muted shout.
So much cum shot into my mouth that some of it dribbled from my lips.
I gulped then panted for a second, struggling to get my breathing back.
That had been so intense.
But so very hot.
My nipples tingled in the steamy air. And I probably could’ve come again with some friction, but I was also sated and just mellow.
This was easily the best day of my life.
“Fuck.” Mal collapsed onto the shower bench and gave me a tired smile. “Someone’s been a naughty girl. Come here.”
I swallowed the cum in my mouth and climbed into his lap. His arms came around me, and he had an expression I couldn’t quite place. Contemplative? It was definitely serious. Way more than I’d expected from him, considering what we’d just done.
His thumb swept my chin and under my bottom lip before pressing between my lips. “I want you to swallow it all.” He hummed under his breath as I obeyed, and I felt his cock flex under my bottom. His eyes were intent on my mouth. “There’s a good girl.”
I was just as sick as he was because I melted against him. I’d do anything to hear him talk to me like that more.
He pressed a kiss against my forehead and just held me for a minute.
It was nice. Comforting.
Finally Mal sighed. “I have good news, and I have bad news.”
“Bad news first. Always,” I murmured back.
“Bad news is I’m pretty sure we’ve missed breakfast.”
My stomach gave a painful rumble just at the mention of food. Food I was going to miss out on now.
“What’s the good news? How I just ingested my breakfast?” I rolled my eyes.
Mal laughed. “Nah. Good news is I think we’re less than an hour from lunch. We slept in, after all.”
“Good. Women cannot exist on semen alone.”
Mal laughed louder as his arms tightened around me. “Love it.”
Then his lips were on mine with no thought or worry about where mine had just been. He kissed me just as ardently as he had last night.
But it was over all too quickly. “I’m gonna head back to my place and change. Meet you back here in thirty minutes or so?”
I nodded, and he kissed me again before grabbing a clean towel to wrap around his hips before he grabbed his clothes. He tossed me a smile and then disappeared back into the bedroom.
Leaving me alone and shivering in the shower with way too many emotions swirling in my head.
That had been a lot. And I didn’t know what to do with it.
I just knew I wanted to do it again.
And again.
Lunch was buffet style. Chaffing dishes lined the buffet tables with a selection of sandwiches, fresh fruit, and chips. I loaded my plate and followed Mal to a large table in the corner.
Sliding into the seat next to him, I looked around the dining area. It was…surprisingly empty. “This is kinda weird, isn’t it?”
“Hmm?” Mal mumbled through the large bite of his sandwich.
“Just how empty it is. We’re the only ones here. I’d suspect zombie apocalypse if I didn’t know better. I mean, we’re literally on an island. How would they get here?”
“Same as you, I suspect. Boat.”
I snickered as I picked up my club sandwich. “Bet.”
“On what?”
It was my turn to roll my eyes. “It means I agree, old man. But seriously, where is everyone?”
It wasn’t a huge island, but there were usually a dozen or so guests around at any given time.
Jone came out of the kitchen to set out some water pitchers. “Ah, you back early?”
Mal shook his head. “Back from where? We literally just woke up.”
“Yeah, where is everyone?” I asked.
“Oh, sorry.” Jone crossed the dining room to stop at our table. “I didn’t realize you didn’t know. We did a tour of the Taveuni Falls. Samu took most of the guests over a few hours ago. Did no one mention it to you?”
Mal and I shook our heads mutely.
I could tell Jone wasn’t pleased. “I am so sorry. That is a major oversight. I’ll talk to Samu and see what we can do to make it up to you both. Vosoti au.”
Jone bowed over us then practically sprinted from the room. No doubt to lay into someone.
I turned back to Mal and gave him an innocent look. “Totally worth it. No regrets here.” I surreptitiously looked around then finished in a whisper, “Daddy.”
Mal’s eyes narrowed on me. “Someone’s acting naughty.”
I caught my breath. His voice was so low and rumbly. All bass and just…yummy.
“You eager for a punishment, baby girl?” Mal tipped his head. “We’ll have to see what we can do about that.”
I opened my mouth to reply when Jone came crashing out of the kitchen doors again, muttering something in Fijian under his breath. He wasn’t paying us the least attention, but still, the moment was broken.
Mal’s hand slid onto my knee and gave it a little squeeze.
I smiled at him and turned back to my sandwich. “So you never said…what was the bet that left you with a tattoo of Plankton on your butt?”
Mal choked. Coughs wracked his body, and Jone came running over to make sure he wasn’t dying. I would’ve been concerned, but I could hear him breathing.
“Choking to death isn’t gonna get you outta answering the question,” I said as he collapsed back into his chair after waving off a hovering Jone.
“Have some pity, woman.” He groaned. After a few more shuddery breaths, he took a drink of water and coughed a little more.
“So judging by that reaction, I’m guessing it had to do with sex. Number of partners in what? A tour? A day?”
He groaned again and buried his face in his hands. “You’re embarrassingly close. Is that answer enough?”
I raised my eyebrows at him as my answer.
“Number of threesomes in a year. And I’ll remind you that I lost…by a lot.”
I wrinkled my nose. Yeah, I didn’t like hearing that. Or picturing it. Sighing, I took a few more bites. “And the Handsome Squidward tattoo? Was that a rematch?”
“Nah, that was a March Madness loss on his part. He shouldn’t have bet against Duke.”
I swallowed hard. The food landed like a rock in my stomach. “Do you gamble a lot?”
The buzzing in my ears made it hard to focus on anything.
My skin crawled, and I shivered.
“Saylor? You okay, baby?”
My throat was suddenly really dry. I grabbed my water and took a drink, nodding at Mal’s question. Oh yeah. I was fine.
Totally fine. Nothing to see here.
It was my turn to cough. “Fine. It’s…yeah. Fine.”
I could tell from his expression that he didn’t really believe it, but he let it drop.
“Anyways, I was trying to teach Gio a lesson. He was starting to get into it pretty deep. And making such stupid bets. Like, who bets against Duke’s spread when they’re seeded as number one for like the third year in a row?
” Mal shook his head. “This was back before I joined NA and learned about addicts. So now I’d probably go about it differently, but I think I made my point. ”
“Yeah, gambling is stupid.”
“And so is the tattoo.” Mal laughed.
I smiled weakly and let Mal carry the rest of the conversation as I picked at my lunch.
Suddenly I wasn’t very hungry.