Chapter 26
Ari
Vincent’s shirt is off, his shoulders glistening with sweat as he rigs together some kind of contraption out of palm fronds, one of Ms. K’s rain ponchos, and the lining from a suitcase. He says if he angles it just right, the next time it rains, the water will funnel into the empty water bottles.
I’ve never been a Physics girlie, so I happily leave all of that to him. But I stay close so I can watch him work while fielding constant tingles and flutters between my legs.
He has me wide open, and he doesn’t even know it.
I’m gonna play it cool for as long as I can, but the truth is undeniable—he’s without question the best I’ve ever had. Just five minutes on the sand in the middle of a disaster was enough for me to know that.
I knew his dick was substantial. I’d seen it hard a few times. But I still wasn’t prepared. It’s not just big. It’s also thick. And veiny. And ever so slightly curved to the left.
Sigh.
This is a problem.
I sit back on the blanket, my legs stretched out in front of me. “When was the last time you had sex before…this morning?”
He glances over at me, grinning faintly. “A month or so ago.”
I raise a brow. “That long?”
“My fiancée wanted the wedding night to feel special. Like we waited or some shit.”
“I get that,” I say with a nod. “Might be a woman thing.”
“Must be.” He narrows his eyes. “You feel guilty?”
“A little.”
Without responding, he turns his attention back to his work.
“Do you?”
“Feel guilty?” he says. “Fuck, no. Not even a little bit.”
That makes me laugh softly. “Of course you don’t.”
He stands, wiping his hands on his basketball shorts.
“Can’t nobody blame us for this shit, Ari.
You put two fine ass people alone in a situation like this and anybody would fold.
It can’t even be considered cheating. We’re surviving.
Tryna stay sane out this bitch.” He gestures around us at the trees, the dirt, toward the endless ocean a few minutes away.
“And what the fuck else we supposed to do out here besides be bored and depressed?”
“I see your point.”
He takes a sip from his water bottle. “When was the last time for you?”
“Three whole months,” I say with a sigh.
“Damn. Was it your boy?”
“Luca? No. We haven’t slept together yet.”
I don’t know why he’s smiling so hard at that. “You serious?”
“I told you,” I say, pulling at a loose thread at the hem of my sundress. “Men aren’t always genuine about getting to know me, so I make them wait as long as I can.”
He stands up a little straighter and smirks. “Glad I made the cut.”
I roll my eyes. “Don’t get cocky. It’s like you said. We’re trying to survive. We’re in a situation that…” I trail off, searching for the words, realizing they’re lies.
“Okay. It wasn’t the situation that made me fold,” I admit. “It was you.”
He blinks, looking almost boyish for a second. “Little old me?”
His charm makes me smile. “I thought you were immature and obnoxious on the plane.”
He nods. “I was.”
“You were. But I’ve seen you grow up a lot since then. Over the past few…” I pause, counting in my head. “How long have we been here?”
He rubs his chin. “About a week, I think. Fuck. The wedding would’ve happened by now.” His voice dips lower. “My son gotta be askin’ questions by now.”
I stare at him, at the way his face softened when he said my son.
“I been tryin’ not to think about him,” he murmurs. “That shit hurts too much.”
“I’m sorry,” I say softly.
He nods. “You got kids?”
“No.”
“You want kids?”
I smile faintly. “I think so. But just like true love, whatever that is, kids might not be in the cards for me.”
He exhales, huffing out a laugh. “Well, I ain’t tryin’ to be funny, but I nutted in you, and it was a lot. I mean a lot.”
I burst out laughing. “I’m on the pill.”
“Yeah, so was my fiancée.”
I shoot him a look. “Yeah, I’m sure she saw you, a rich rapper, and made sure to take her pills faithfully.”
He shakes his head. “I barely even remember that night, for real. She mighta trapped a nigga.” He shrugs. “Oh well.”
He goes back to his project, tying the corners of the poncho with string I removed from somebody’s shirt.
I pull out my makeup bag and, using my compact mirror and tweezers, pluck my eyebrows first, then the chin hairs that decided to make an appearance even though they know good and well I’m going through some shit.
I’ve never done this kind of grooming in front of a man before, but I guess all modesty goes out the window when a man digs a trench for you to poop in.
I finish that ugly work and take my braids down. Once my hair is free, I shake it out, creating what's probably the world’s biggest braidout.
I feel his gaze on me.
“I know I’ve told you this, but you so fuckin’ beautiful.”
I lock eyes with him, smiling shyly. “Thank you.”
“Yeah. I love your hair like that.”
He finishes his setup, stepping back to inspect it. “Done. Now all we gotta do is pray for rain.”
Cool story, bro.
But the last thing on my mind right now is prayer.
“Vincent?”
His eyes meet mine. “Yeah?”
“You said ‘on sight’, right?”
A grin spreads slowly across his handsome face. “I did. And I meant that shit.”
That’s all I needed to hear.
I stand and pull my dress over my head, push my panties down, and present my naked body to the man who saved my life last night.
And this morning, really. Riding him on the beach was as much a pleasurable experience as it was a desperate distraction from reality.
And right now, I want him again, to feel the pleasure and to dull the pain.
His eyes follow me as I pass him by. I feel a hand slap my ass just before I reach the platform and place my palms on it, bending over, assuming the position.
“Okay,” he says, his voice low and rough. “I see you.”
“You better do more than see me.”
His low chuckle lands right between my legs.
Now his hands are gripping my waist. A low sound rumbles in his throat. I close my eyes when he presses his dick between my cheeks, moaning when he slaps my ass with it.
“Arch that back for me, sweetheart. Yeah…just like that.”
I sigh in relief when he pushes in, stretching me to my absolute fucking limit. My desire drips down my inner thighs as he moves a hand to the back of my neck, gripping just firmly enough to feel aggressive, which I like.
He strokes me slowly, at first, with a delicious rhythm that makes my toes curl.
Now, he’s digging deep, faster now, drilling me, and it’s working.
I don’t know where I am, how much trouble I’m in, that I’m only a few bottles of water away from death.
I can’t even remember that a wild animal tried to kill us last night.
All I know is that he’s in me so deep, I wanna cry.
Instead, I moan. I whimper. I cuss. I crane my neck to stare into his eyes while I squeeze my walls around him and throw my ass back.
His brows furrow in concentration. His face locks in a grimace. I don’t know what he’s thinking, but I do know he’s close to the edge, staring at my ass while tiny beads of sweat break out across his forehead.
So handsome.
So sexy.
So deep.
“Fuck…” he murmurs right at the exact moment I feel him throb between my walls.
He tries to ease up, to avoid the inevitable, but I know that game. I’m not playing that game. I’m playing mine, the one where I throw my ass in a circle while I fuck him, showing his sexy ass no mercy.
“Goddamn. Ari, don’t—“
“Shhhh. Go ahead and cum, Villain. I know you’re close.”
“Wait—“
“No.” I throw it harder, bouncing faster, doing Kegels, milking his dick. Two seconds later, he explodes, holding me still while he empties himself inside me.
“Fuuuuuck. This shit here…ahhhhh…” he trails off, groaning from somewhere deep down in his soul.
I wait for him to finish, but he doesn’t, really. He pulls out and goes to his knees behind me, spreading my cheeks and diving nose first into my pussy from behind.
His tongue tortures me so sweetly, offering slow, gentle flicks that unravel me.
I’m glad I bathed earlier, because his tongue doesn’t know its place.
It’s everywhere…my clit, my asshole, my inner thighs, then back to my clit.
My knuckles go white as I grip the splintered wood at the edge of the platform. It’s so, so good. It’s perfect.
He’s perfect.
It’s when he sucks my clit that the pressure releases, pouring out of me in waves and screams, making me feel like a wild animal.
At this point, maybe I am.