31. Chapter 28 – Marley
I’d fantasized about kissing Nikki, when I allowed myself the pleasure of looking past our friendship and pretending all of his flirting teasing had been real.
The real-life version was so, so much better.
Unlike Ambrose, Nikki’s kisses weren’t soft or subtle. He held nothing back as he devoured me like he’d waited his whole life to put his lips to mine. Each press of skin, each flick of his tongue carried me away on another wave of sensation, a head rush and a soothing balm all in one.
“Nikki! Fuck, man! You’re alive.”
Ambrose’s voice sounded like it was on the moon and I was deep in Mariana Trench. Nikki pried his lips from mine in slow motion, as if it was painful to pull away.
When he turned to Ambrose, I got a good look of his profile.
His eyes held puffy rings like purses beneath them, and light scratches marred his face and neck like he’d fought his way through a briar patch.
The tight ringlets of his chestnut hair were filled with crushed leaves and reed-like sticks, and the crack in his glasses had splintered into a hundred micro-shards, completely distorting his eye behind them.
And he was the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen.
“Thank you for taking care of her.” He said it solemnly, as if swearing allegiance to the Queen. He then booped me on the nose like I was a misbehaving child. “And thank you for taking care of him. I kind of like him.”
“Me, too.” The breathy admission came off my tongue before I could stop it. I blistered with heat from the blush that overtook my olive skin.
Nikki’s responding sinful grin set my panties on fire. I was completely cooked.
He locked eyes with mine, debilitating me with the tenderness in them. “Marley West, I’m not sure if this is love, but I’m absolutely obsessed with you. You’re all I’ve thought about since landing here—your well-being, your protection. You were my motivation to stay alive.”
My heart swelled in my chest, pulsing painfully against my ribcage. This wasn’t an illusion, right? This was real? How in the world was this real? Every skin cell in my body wanted to be touching him, each patch tingling with a violent want against his warm brown skin.
He kissed me again, or I kissed him. I wasn’t sure. Our tongues tangled like we were the only people who existed, feral to procreate and carry on our bloodlines for the sake of humanity.
We needed to get back to the group and figure out our next moves. We didn’t even have clean water to drink. My duties to our survivors needed to take precedence. Yet, my desperation to taste him was all-consuming. Everything else could wait.
I’d read about this in a survival manual once. Fucking to feel alive after shared trauma. Was this why I’d kissed Ambrose? Why was I suddenly so desperate to be held by Nikki?
No. I couldn’t label Ambrose, but it wasn’t nothing.
But Nikki—I’d buried my feelings for my friend so deep I had to excavate to find them. I hadn’t expected a raging flood to uncover the mounds of dirt that kept them hidden. Now they glared back at me like erected monuments in a desert—impossible to ignore.
“I thought I’d lost you,” I croaked out when we came up for air.
My eyes still leaked the remainder of my relief and pain, but tears had slowed enough I could see through the dewdrops that clung to my lashes.
Nikki’s misty eyes searched my soul as he held me tightly to his chest, like he couldn’t bear to lose my touch, either.
“The moment I pulled you from the water was the scariest of my life.” He admitted, gliding one finger along my cheekbone to catch an errant tear. “I can’t go through that again, Marley. My delicate sensibilities can’t take it.”
A snort-laugh broke through my need to kiss him. His responding grin was so boyish—so handsome—I got swept up in the magic that was this man. This kind, charming, devilish Brit who’d taken up residence in my head and my heart. I couldn’t witness his near-death again, either.
The desperation to touch him took over. I forcefully pressed my lips to his again in a kiss so ravaging, his incisor pierced my skin and drew blood. He sucked it clean with his tongue in a move that hardened my nipples to razors and turned my pussy to the water park setting.
With sloth-like slowness, he pulled back and stared at me like I was the eighth wonder of the world and it would kill him to pull his gaze away.
“I need you, baby girl.” His eyes fell several shades darker—the beautiful hazel shifting to deep, forest green.
“I need to feel you from the inside out, to know you’re real, and safe, and mine to care for.
I mean, with your permission,” he amended, with a wry grin.
“Jesus, Marley, please give me permission.”
Every argument I’d ever given in my head—we were colleagues, I was his superior, he was too casual for me, he was too young—died on my tongue.
We’d crashed a plane full of contraband into a jungle. Was I really going to let the threat of an employment infraction make me say no? The heat of his gaze and the hardness brushing against my leg said not a chance in hell.
“Permission granted,” I breathed.
His lips descended on mine and he walked me backward until my back hit the wrinkled bark of a mango tree.
“Ambrose, either join in or fuck off,” Nikki murmured between kisses as his lips trailed a path down my neck. I shuddered when his tongue pressed against my pulse point with practiced deliberation.
Ambrose. I’d almost forgotten he was there. Almost. Was it indulgent to want him close to me, so I didn’t risk losing him, too?
How would it feel, being between two men? When those two men were Ambrose and Nikki?
A rustling of leaves was the only response, and then I could no longer feel Ambrose’s presence, just my jellied body caught between two hard surfaces melting in a puddle of horny goop.
I ignored the tiniest flicker of disappointment in my gut.
Of course, it wasn’t going to happen. And who was I to possibly want more than Nikki in this moment?
“Good.” Nikki smiled against my neck. “I was just being polite. I want our first time to be just us. He can join later, if you want that.”
My skin had to be a deep shade of violet—every patch of exposed skin burned at the thought.
Nikki’s hands cupped my heavy breasts over the fabric of Madman’s T-shirt and his thumbs swirled over my nipples in gentle circles that sent a shockwave of need down my spine and straight into my pussy.
“Right now, I just want you.” I slowly traced my index finger down his solid shaft. His body wracked with spasms of pleasure and he grunted and thrust harder against me.
His hands traveled to the waistband of my shorts and he slipped inside the cotton, trailing teasing fingers down to my pubic bone.
“I’ve dreamed of being inside you for years, baby girl,” he groaned, thrusting his erection into my clit in emphasis, and I nearly came from its proximity.
So had I. And I wasn’t waiting another second. I tugged my shorts and panties off my hips and slid them down to my feet, stepping out of them while he continued to play with my nipples.
“Don’t dream, just do,” I whispered into the shell of his ear, and his responding growl made my toes curl in anticipation. Deep and resonant, like I was his possession.
He shoved his shorts down to his knees, and a thick, purple cock rimmed in metal sprung free and bobbed against his flat, muscled stomach. My mouth watered as I looked at it. It wasn’t my first time with a piercing, but it was the first time with so much silver.
“Have you had a pierced cock before, baby girl?” He gripped his tightly in his fist and stroked slowly upward, shuddering when he palmed the tip and tugged on the Prince Albert jutting out of the end. As he stroked himself again, the eight metallic bobbles of Jacob’s Ladder blinked back at me.
“Not this many,” I admitted, staring at it with wide eyes. “I want to know how it feels.”
Nikki’s eyes fluttered close and he licked his lips as he leisurely stroked upward again.
“Baby girl, I’m desperate to take your body and fuck it senseless until you’re delirious, but I’m afraid I’m not going to be as gentle as I’d like. Please forgive me.”
He swept me up into his arms like lifting me was effortless. I wrapped my thick thighs around his hard waist and he lined himself up to my entrance. His length brushed against my sensitive clit and I nearly bucked out of his hold.
Staring into his eyes, into his soul, I told him how I really felt.
“Nikki, fuck me. Fuck me.”
Permission granted.
He sheathed inside me in one full-length thrust that drove me so hard against the tree its ridges scraped my skin through my shirt.
It was nothing compared to the stars I was seeing, and he hadn’t even moved.
I seeped around him, the feeling of fullness so satisfying I could hold him between my thighs all day.
I wouldn’t get the chance though, because he pulled back out in such agonizing slowness before thrusting back in, so deeply and with just the right pressure against my clit, my walls fluttered around him in a choke hold.
“Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck, baby girl.” Nikki’s croon hitched, and I looked up to see the pain-filled eyes of violent lust burning brightly in the hazel. “I want to enjoy you, but I’m desperate to see how you look when you come.”
Another spasm, stronger and tighter. The mouth on this man. The same mouth closed over mine in a frenzied kiss as he rocked up into me, again and again. His pubic bone worked my clit into a tailspin, every bit of Jacob scraping along my walls as the Prince massaged my G spot.
Holy fuck, Nikki was good at this. His hands still played with my nipples, shooting pinpricks of pleasure down to my pussy every few seconds, spurring my pending orgasm even higher.
Every muscle from my toes to my jaw tensed, coiling with an electricity begging for release. My ankles locked around his waist as I shoved him deeper into me, and I turned so stiff from pleasure there was nothing left to do but snap.
“Nikki!” I whisper-screamed his name when I finally fell over the cliff, entirely weightless, boneless, and mindless.
“Fuck yes, baby girl, look how gorgeous you are when you come on my cock.” His groan washed over me, and the dirty praise extended the aftershocks of my orgasm. He pressed my body deeper into the tree, thrusting so hard I saw white spots before the hot jets of his cum spurted along my walls.
A laugh of elation burst out of me with the force of a freight train. Nikki Seymour had just fucked me against a tree in a jungle, and it was the best sex of my life.
We didn’t move—at least, I couldn’t move—and he smothered my face and neck in soft, quick kisses and our combined arousal seeped down my legs.
“You’re so perfect, baby girl. Fuck, you’re so perfect.” He gently unwound my legs from around his waist and lowered them to the dirt before pulling out of me completely. The emptiness made me lose some of the buzz in my veins, but the salacious grin on his face kept it from fading completely.
Nikki quickly pulled up his shorts and knelt down, his head right at my pussy.
Sticking out his tongue, he lapped along my seam and the insides of my thighs, licking every trace of our combined cum off my skin.
It was dirty, and raw, and so incredibly hot.
When another sticky patch of arousal dripped from me, Nikki sucked it off my skin like Madman devoured one of his suckers.
When he was done, I nodded toward him, gaze roaming over the still hard bulge in his shorts.
“What about you?” I asked, my pussy throbbing from overuse and over-excitability.
Nikki’s eyes flashed with such an aggressive wanting I nearly came again. “You’re tattooed on my cock now, baby girl. I’m not racing to wash it off.”
Jesus. Could a person self-combust? I think I was close.
Shyly, I pulled my panties and shorts back over my hips, and attempted to tame my sex-mussed hair. When he offered his hand to me with a gentle smile dancing on his lips, I couldn’t help returning it.
“Let’s bring back those mangoes.” I tugged him toward the heaviest fruit trees and he beamed at me with unbridled adoration.
My insides folded under the care in his stare.
I would find out what happened to him later.
Right now, I wanted to bask in his company, when an hour ago I never thought I’d have it again.
When we had enough to carry in our T-shirts, he leaned over and placed a soft kiss to my forehead. “I’m so glad you’re alive, baby girl. I don’t want to survive here without you.”
A light warmth wrapped around my heart like a comforting blanket.
“I’m so glad you’re alive, Nik.” I echoed, feeling the phantom of his kiss long after his lips had left my skin.
I held on to the last dregs of happiness Nikki’s touch could bring me as we walked back, before our reality returned to punch me in the face.