4. Sexy Bottoms
CHAPTER 4
sexy bottoms
BELLE
S o, he showed me.
Mick Bottom knew how to fuck…like a porn star.
First things first, he had a big cock. Not gigantic but thick and long, that hit me deep inside me—and nothing had ever felt that good in me before, not even my over-endowed anatomically inaccurate rabbit.
He made me come twice , and that was after what he'd done in the ocean for me. I was so grateful that I went on my knees in front of him. Now, I wasn't the kind of girl who gave oral away to just about anyone—only those who deserved it, and Captain Mick, with his big dick, certainly did.
"Fuck," he hissed when I licked him from base to tip and then twirled my tongue around the head of his erection.
He put a hand over my head, rubbing my scalp as I licked him down to his balls and then back up again, sucking half his cock in my mouth.
"Lick my balls," he instructed.
I liked that about Mick; he took charge. I'd had sex with enough men to know that wasn't the easiest thing for men to do, and many of them just kinda hung around (hung being the operative word) and waited for the woman to get off and get him off. Mick participated.
"Suck harder, Belle." He held my head and fucked my mouth, hitting the back of my throat. I was prepared for him to come in my mouth, but he didn't. Instead, he pulled out and threw me on his couch.
He dove between my legs, head first, and began to work my pussy, again . A man who liked to eat you out was a gift from the gods, and I wasn't about to tell him to stop. I'd had men who'd gone down on me, but like everything else, not many knew that just licking and sucking wasn't enough; you had to find the clitoris and…yeah, suckle it the way Mick was.
He used his teeth, but it wasn't painful, just another bite of pleasure. He nipped at my clit and then soothed by flicking his tongue back and forth across that nub of nerves.
I'd come twice, so I knew it probably wasn't going to happen again.
But then I hadn't fucked a man like Mick—so, I came again, and he put on a condom and got inside me as soon as I started to peak.
"You milk my cock so good, Babycakes." He kissed me, and I tasted myself, finding it inexorably erotic.
When he came, I closed my eyes and dozed off. I hadn't slept properly in days, and then I had that hangover, and now my body was sated and satisfied. I just needed a little?—
"Babycakes, time for you to go back to your hotel." Captain Mick was smiling at me when I opened my eyes.
Was he kicking me out? Well, fuck that.
We'd gone at it all night, and since I could see the pink and orange skies above the ocean, I was guessing that it was the butt crack of dawn.
"What time is it?" I stretched on the couch, feeling sleepy.
I was usually not comfortable with nudity, but after all the things we'd done, I felt pretty liberated .
"Spread your legs, Babycakes, let me eat you like you're an oyster."
He had such a way with words!
"It's time for you to leave."
My, my, aren't we persistent?
"Captain, I need a shower."
His eyes flashed with irritation. "The shower is broken."
"Since when?"
Oh, come on, he didn't mess up the shower just to get me out of here, did he?
"Since I moved in. My shower is the waterfall. You wanna shower there?"
I stood up lazily. "Sounds lovely. Lead the way."
I slid my feet into my flip-flops and looked around for something to wear. His T-shirt was on the floor, so I picked it up and slipped it over my head. It came to my knees, and I hummed in delight. I just had sex with the best-looking man I'd ever laid my eyes on, and now I was in his shirt like this was a romance novel.
"Babe, I need you to leave. I've got things to do and places to be."
Babe ? What happened to Babycakes?
" Babe , I need you to take me to this waterfall so I can clean up. I know you want me to leave. I don't want to until I take a shower and have a cup of coffee."
He ran a hand through his hair. "I'm asking you to fucking leave."
"I know. But I want what I want. Give me what I want, and then I'll get out of your hair."
I knew he was surprised that I wasn't making a huge fuss about his uncouth behavior, but he forgot that I'd been sleeping with nerds and scientists who had the etiquette of…actually, they had none.
"What the fuck is wrong with you? "
I grinned. "How much time do you have?"
He sighed. "Fine. The water is going to be cold."
"Cold is good."
"I'm assuming you need a towel?"
"And soap," I told him as I walked out of his place…his hut ? It was an honest-to-God beach hut with no bedroom. Mick slept in a hammock outside. It was the coolest thing ever. I couldn't wait to tell my sister all about this hot beach bum I had sex with. She was going to be super jealous.
In all honesty, and to my shock, I was behaving like someone else. My phone was on the floor by his couch. I hadn't even bothered to look at it or check my email or messages. And that had never happened before.
I was feeling loose after all that awesome sex.
This was what the books waxed on about. For someone who never really sought out a man in bed (because it had always been a bit anticlimactic), I now knew that I needed to find a regular supply close to home. This was magic!
The ocean waves softly caressed the beach. There was silence except for the birds and sound of nature.
Captain Mick had, with ill grace, thrown a towel at me. I caught it, slung it around my neck, and found myself walking behind him. Just to be an asshole, he was walking faster than he needed to. It wasn't a bad thing because the man had a fine ass that he had covered with swim trunks.
"Hey, Usain Bolt, slow down," I called out.
"Keep up," he muttered without looking back at me.
"I won't leave if you don't slow the fuck down," I warned him.
He did do as I asked then and turned to look at me. "I don't like clingy women."
"I'm not clinging to you, pal. I just need a shower and coffee." Who the hell was this super-confident woman? If a night of debauched sex could make me feel this good, I needed to make sure to have some of Captain Mick right before I presented a paper because I'd knock it out of the ballpark.
The man with the magic hands shook his head. "You saw my kitchen; does it look like a place where you can make coffee?"
I winked at him. "Well, it was my coy way of asking you to take me to breakfast."
Like he couldn't help himself, he shook his head, and his lips curled. He was amused, despite himself. "Breakfast? I thought you wanted coffee. And you're not coy; you're a head case, Dr. Volnay."
That I agreed with. "I'm the most sensible one in my family."
"Good thing I'm never going to meet any of them."
No kidding!
Mick's waterfall was stupendous, a pristine natural wonder that captured the essence of paradise. Enveloped by dense tropical foliage, this cascade looked like a well-kept secret cherished by my sex God.
"Wow!" I was genuinely surprised. When he said waterfall, I thought it would be something utilitarian. If I had a place like this close by and lived in weather this amazing, I'd also not have a working shower.
"This place is a secret . Tell no one about it. I almost blindfolded you, but I didn't want you to get ideas," he glared at me.
I smiled. "Oh, come on, Captain Mick, you like me. That's why you're sharing your super-secret place with me."
"It seemed like the only way to get rid of you, Babycakes," Mick growled.
Yeah! He was calling me Babycakes again.
As we got close to the waterfall, the air became alive with the symphony of rushing water and the songs of exotic birds. The sun's rays pierced through the foliage, resulting in a magical dance of light and shadow upon the cascading waters. A vibrant array of wildflowers adorned the surrounding rocks, adding a splash of color to the verdant landscape.
"This is insanely…insane." I looked around in awe. "I mean, it looks great from a distance, but here …this is the absolute best place I've ever been to."
"If you tell anyone about my shower, I'll make you regret it, Babycakes," Mick reiterated his warning as he took off his board shorts and stood magnificently naked.
The waterfall descended gracefully from the heights above, tumbling over moss-covered rocks in multiple tiers. Each layer formed an inviting crystal-clear pool.
I removed Mick's shirt and joined him naked. The freedom of feeling this way was intoxicating. He had a bar of soap in hand which he held out to me. It smelled like…lavender?
"You don't seem like an essential oil kinda guy," I remarked as I took the soap from him.
"Madam Cedella makes these. I use whatever she gives me."
I took the soap and rubbed it between my hands, making it foam. "There is something astounding about bathing in nature as we were meant to." I hand him back the soap and turn. My confidence is at peak level. "Wash my back."
The rhythmic sound of cascading water and the soft rustling of leaves created an ambiance that transported me to a state of serenity. Here, time seemed to slow down, allowing me to immerse fully in the tranquility and magic of this oasis.
"You're a very beautiful and sexy woman." His hands went down my hips to cup my ass. "Lean against the rock, Babycakes."
I did as he asked, the water cascading over me. I groaned when he surprised me by entering me. The bar of soap fell on the rock we were standing on as Mick slowly, very slowly, pumped in and out of me .
His hands covered my breasts, and he squeezed. His breath was hot against my ear. "Do you know that when you come, you milk me so hard that I have no choice but to follow?" His voice was hoarse like it was an insurmountable effort to speak.
"Mick," I moaned as his hand covered my pussy. I couldn't move. He was holding me tight, but I needed the support of the stones I was leaning my hands against, so my ass was jutting out, letting him invade me.
"Yeah, Babycakes," he grunted, his fingers playing with my clit. "You feel so good. Wet, so wet."
"We're under a waterfall," I managed to say, bemused.
"You're warm and wet inside ." His thrusts became less coordinated, but he was hitting against my G-spot, the one I thought was a myth until last night.
"Belle, you've got to get there. Now ."
Like my body was under his command, I did get there, my body vibrating with release. He crushed me against the rock, and I didn't give a shit about getting scraped or scratched. This feeling of euphoria was unmatched.
He came, his forehead resting on my shoulder. "God! I don't think I've ever come this hard."
I didn't think he was talking to me, just himself. I smiled, feeling warm and not because of his hot cum inside of me.
Oh, oh, Belle, be careful. This is a beach romance; you leave for Cambridge as soon as you find…hell, in all this excitement, I'd forgotten about Dr. Nicholas Augustus. Lives are on the line. I have to find him.
Those thoughts sobered me, and I moved, dislodging Mick.
"Fuckin' hell. God damn it," he bellowed.
I turned. "What?"
"I didn't wear a rubber."
"Fuckin' hell. God damn it," I yelled and watched his cum slide down my thighs along with the water from the fall .
"I'm clean," he said softly.
I scoffed. "You sleep with everyone."
"I don't ever have sex without a rubber," he retorted. "I have my latest blood test results at home."
"And God knows how many women you've slept with since," I sighed. "I'll get tested."
"That's your prerogative. But you're the first since I got tested two weeks ago."
"You've been celibate for two weeks?"
Captain Mick looked chagrined. "It's not high tourist season, Babycakes. And I try not to mess with those who live here—it's an island, and it can get pretty claustrophobic when things go bad…and things always go bad when it comes to anything more than a one-night stand."
I shook my head, appalled with him and myself. "I know how to pick ‘em."
"That goes both ways, Babycakes. Are you clean?"
"I wish I was the kind of woman who had to worry about that stuff. The last time I slept with someone was…well, over a year ago, and since then, I've been tested, poked, and prodded as women normally are once a year."
He looked at me blankly.
"It's called a pap smear and a yearly physical."
"Besides diseases, darling, we also have to consider?—"
"I'm on birth control," I interrupted him. "How could you…we be so…irresponsible?"
"I'm so sorry. I've never ever…and I mean, ever …what I'm trying to say is that I've never gone in bare. I just…your ass is…." Mick raised his hands in defeat and then added somberly, "Belle, it's never happened before."
"Really?" I could hardly believe that.
Big bad Captain Mick seduced by little Belle to the point that he lost his mind and forgot a condom?
Maybe he did it to all the women he fucked. God! I hope he didn't give me something chronic, only whatever I could fix with an antibiotic.
"Yes," Mick barked.
"You're not lying?"
"Christ! Why would I lie about this?"
Ah, fuck it! I'd go home and get tested and go from there. The awesome sex was worth it…as long as he hadn't given me HIV, genital herpes…damn it!
I shrugged. "I mean…as long as you haven't given me some nasty disease, it's kinda…I don't know; it makes me feel sexy that you couldn't resist me."
"You are very sexy." Mick pulled me back into his arms.
"I think I need to clean up again," I told him mischievously, letting the serious stuff go.
But you never let the serious stuff go? What's going on with you, Belle?
It's the island magic. I'm under a spell.
"Let me help you." Mick went down on his knees to pick up the soap. "You better hold on to my shoulders for support."
I did as he asked and enjoyed my second orgasm of the morning.