Chapter 25 Vincent
Vincent
Neither one of us slept a wink last night.
Ari laid there shaking all night, while I stayed upright, my back against the tree trunk, scared that if I closed my eyes, I might lose consciousness and never wake up. That’s how we lost my cousin Yara. She fell off a bike, hit her head, laid down on the couch to take a nap, and never woke up.
At first light, I finally saw what almost killed me last night.
Mind you, I always thought of pigs as these cute round cuddly pink animals that roll in the mud and oink. Or as bacon. Or as a slab of sliced ham with pineapple rings on top. But this hairy bitch I’m staring down at is grey and ugly as shit. And dead, but that ain’t my fault. It was him or me.
I don’t waste time reliving that shit. I grab its feet and drag it away from the shelter so Ari doesn’t have to see it. I get to the edge of the tree line and drop it, then I walk straight to the water to wash the blood off, stripping myself naked as I move.
Fuck.
I forgot I was hurt until the saltwater hits my wounds. It stings so bad, a yell tears out of my throat before I can stop it.
I’m surprised when Ari comes running up from behind me, calling my name.
She has my knife is in her hand and her face is twisted in anger.
She’s madder than I’ve ever seen her. Even through my pain, I can’t help but smile at that.
She stops short at the edge of the water, staring back at the boar without flinching like I thought she would. She looks pissed.
“Aye,” I say with a grimace. “I’m hurt. I need—“
“I got you.”
She sprints back into the trees, returning a few minutes later with her hands full. She hands me my soap, then lays my clothes on top of the first aid kit, her eyes raking over my chest. “Did it bite you?”
“Nah.” The soap hurts worse than the damn salt. “His horns got me a few good times. But my wingspan is long. I kept his ugly ass from doin’ too much damage.”
Her lips poke out. “That looks so bad.”
“You should see the other guy.”
Her laugh cuts through the sadness of the situation. I mean, I don’t think either one of us is sad that he’s dead, but it’s an uncomfortable feeling to realize we ain’t alone out here, and there are probably a bunch more just like him in those woods.
As I wash myself, my mind goes to Tupac, for some reason.
My nigga got shot five times and lived to tell it.
So now I’m wondering if I can get any clout for this.
If maybe I can rap about killing a wild boar with my bare hands.
Truthfully, I put an axe in his dome, but niggas ain’t gon’ split hairs over that shit.
Alright, enough of this. I step out of the water without thinking, naked except for the sand clinging to my feet. Ari can’t look away, her eyes tracing every inch of me until they meet mine.
I know it took everything in her not to linger on my dick. I already know it’s big, but I’ve also been told, many times, that it’s pretty.
She swallows hard, then says, “I brought your clothes.”
She hands me a t-shirt to dry off with, then a pair of underwear. She’s ignoring the tension between us, and I’m in too much pain to say something nasty, so the moment passes us by. Maybe I’ll circle back in ten minutes.
I sit on the sand while she tends to my wounds.
She uses a gentle hand to apply ointment to my cuts, then she bandages them as best she can.
There’s so many, she gives up eventually, but every time her fingers brush against my skin, a shiver runs through me and I forget the cuts and the holes and the pain.
My dick wakes up, not giving a fuck that I’m injured.
When she’s done, Ari lifts herself onto her knees to put herself at eye level with me. Her gaze is soft. Grateful.
“Thank you,” she says. “For what you did last night. You saved my life.”
“It ain’t nothin’,” I say. “You saved mine on the plane. I just returned the favor.”
Her head shakes slightly like she wants to disagree, but no words come.
Only her hands on my face, just before she presses her lips to mine.
I kiss her back immediately, pushing my tongue into her mouth, hard and deep.
She doesn’t fight me this time. She lowkey sucks it in, and that’s the moment I know it’s on.
I knew it was coming.
I grab everything that’s within my reach, which, with my wingspan, is pretty much all of her.
Soft skin. Luscious curves. Booty meat. I palm it, squeeze it, then lay back, bringing her with me.
The sand is rough on my back, but I don’t give a fuck.
I’m moving her now, gripping her hips, grinding her back and forth across my dick.
Damn this shit feels good.
I'm feeling no pain. Just pleasure. Now we’re both moaning, tongues sliding, waves crashing hard like they want some action, too.
I’m shocked when she pulls back, reaches down, and grabs my dick. She pulls it out, too, like it ain’t shit. She pulls her dress over her head and my eyes immediately drop to her nipples, but I get distracted, because now she’s pushing her panties to the side.
Very unladylike.
Which I appreciate.
I moan so fuckin’ loud when she sinks down on me. I don’t even have time to process it before she starts riding the fuck out my dick. My teeth grit as she fucks me hard and fast, wild like that thing that tried to kill me last night. Rabid. Feral. All that shit.
I love it though.
“Fuck…Ari…”
She don’t hear me, though.
She up there surfin’ on my shit. Titties bouncin’.
Lip between her teeth. Eyes rolled back.
All I can do is watch and feel and listen to her moans, the waves, the birds screeching overhead, the wind blowing.
The grip on that pussy, my God. The wetness.
I feel that good shit dripping down my balls.
And the way she’s moving. Fuckin’ hell, this shit feels so good.
She lays on me, pressing her body against mine. She throws her tongue right back in my mouth. I knew she would like that shit if she did it with me. But then she does something else…something she knows I like…
She runs her fingers through my beard.
I groan into her mouth, my body locking up as I feel that nut coming on. I can’t even stop it at this point. It’s just…inevitable.
Right before I bust, she pulls up, then her head falls back and her pussy hugs me tight.
She beat me to it.
We yell out together, cum together, and moan together. My dick pulses, her pussy throbs, my body jerks, hers trembles. It’s like a dance our bodies already know the choreography for.
When I finally open my eyes, after my body has spent all its energy and my mind stops racing and my dick softens a little bit, she’s staring down at me, her brows lifted like she’s waiting for my reaction.
“What?” I finally say.
“Um…are you okay?”
“Am I okay?” I burst out laughing. “You funny. Yeah, I’m okay. What you think?”
She shrugs. “I didn’t really check your temperature about it before I did it.”
“Yeah, you ain’t got to. Ever.”
She smiles and looks away.
“I’m serious.” I sit up, wrapping my arms around her. “I’m very satisfied. No regrets. In the future, no appointments needed. No questions asked. If it’s on sight, I’m good with it. Whenever you want it.”
She brings her eyes back to mine, smiling sheepishly. “I thought I would wait a little longer.”
“I mean…I get it,” I say. “I’m irresistible.”
Her laugh makes me smile. “Seriously, Vincent. I’m so grateful.”
“For my dick?”
“No, for you saving my life.”
“With my dick.”
She makes a face, prompting me to stop playing too much.
“So I’m your hero now?”
She rests her hand on my cheek. “You are. My hero. My superman. My batman.”
“Whatever it takes,” I say. “I got you.”
She glances back toward the tree line. “What are you gonna do with him?”
“I’ma toss his ass in the ocean and let the tide do the work.” I can’t help but stare at her titties. “I’m too tired to dig.”
She nods, her face going somber. “That’s probably for the best. We’re running out of water.”
She notices my divided attention.
“Vincent!”
“Yeah.” I shake my head, snapping myself out of the trance she got me in. “Yeah. I thought about the water thing. Fuck.” I stare up at the sky as if a rescue plane is gonna fly over. “We probably need to start brushing our teeth with salt water.”
She nods.
“It’s gotta rain again. Hopefully soon. I’ll rig up something to catch it. And as far as that,” I say, gesturing to the boar, “I gotta figure out a way to keep the rest of ‘em out.”
Her eyes go wide. “The rest of who?”
“If there’s one, there’s more.” I hate having to tell her that. “I’ma think of something, don’t worry.”
What a difference a fuckin’ week makes.
I ain’t worked this damn hard since my last album, and even that was child’s play compared to this shit.
But as I look in Ari’s eyes and flash back to ten minutes ago, I know there’s more work that’s gotta be done.
However that shit happened, we’re a team now, and frankly, now that we’ve fucked, I’m feeling real boyfriend-like with this woman.
Time to grow the fuck up.