Chapter 44
The air is warm and shimmering with heat mirages. The storm we expected a few days ago never materialized. Hopefully, it’s not still making its way toward St. Nicholas.
As I step closer to the bar, goosebumps trail down my arms. When I’m right behind it, Keston’s deep rumbling bass causes my eyes to close.
I let myself drift into the sing-song voice I know so well. Was this how Charlotte felt when she was waiting for Captain Kipson? Her heart pumping furiously. Hands clammy. Stomach feeling like a balloon floating up to the sky.
“CJ?”
My eyelids snap open.
A radiant smile spreads across Keston’s face as if he’s unable to contain his joy. “You came!”
Before I can say a word, he grabs me in his arms and lifts me off my feet in a giant hug. When I’m back on my two feet, I try to tell him how sorry I am. “I want to say . . . .” My voice cracks. My fingers twist nervously at my side.
“Shut up, woman, you’re here. It’d better be because you couldn’t stand another moment without me.”
“I couldn’t,” I cry. “It was awful. But you need to give me a chance to say what I came to say.”
He crosses his arms and leans against the wall of the bar. “Hit it.”
I screw up my nose. “I forgot how irritating you can be.”
He drops his cool stance and snatches me off my feet again. Nuzzles his face into my neck. “Is this irritating?” he asks, kissing me wildly, per usual not caring who sees us.
“Oh, my goodness, Kes, can you let me breathe?”
“No,” he says firmly. “I let you breathe for four days. While I was underwater drowning.”
“Oh.”
“Yeah,” Dex nods vigorously coming up behind Keston. “You better not make the staff suffer like that again, CJ. He was unbearable.”
I smack Keston’s arm. “Meanie.”
“Your fault.”
“Take responsibility for your own actions.”
That’s too much for him. He unhooks the backpack from my shoulders, tosses it over his own. With one move, he slides his arm under my legs and hoists me into the air. “You’re coming with me. You’ve been a very bad girl. Dex, close out my shift.”
He doesn’t wait for an answer and instead starts walking toward the beach.
My eyes open wide. “What’re you going to do?”
He looks at the sky. “First a little spanking. Then a lot of loving. Or we can switch the order, but there’s definitely a spanking.”
“I don’t condone violence,” I say haughtily.
He kisses my lips as he walks down the beach, heading to where the river meets the sea.
“Then you shouldn’t misbehave.”
“But I have something important to tell you,” I say.
“And I have something important to do to you.” His eyebrows waggle up and down.
I sigh. “It’s no use arguing with you when you’re horny.”
“That’s more like it. Now, be a good girl and kiss me back.”
I close my eyes and open my mouth under his probing tongue. He sucks my lips until they’re bruised. His teeth nip at the corners of my mouth. His tongue tangles with mine as if he’s feasting on me.
His kisses consume my very core. My entire body relaxes under his mouth and hands. I feel as if I’m floating, yet every nerve ending is shouting for a release.
“Baby,” he whispers when we reach the bleached rocks lining the riverbed. A gentle flow of water steams through the rocky path.
Keston splashes through the river and sets me down on a flat rock.
Mischief twinkles in his eyes. He fingers the sundress. Nods appreciatively. “Thanks for making this easy.”
I roll my eyes. “I wasn’t trying to make anything easy for you.”
A finger wags in my face. “Don’t make me spank you harder than you already deserve, young lady.”
A giggle escapes my mouth. “I’ve never been spanked.”
Keston searches the riverbanks.
“What are you doing?”
“What do you think?”
I shrug.
“Ha! Found it.”
Did he seriously find a stick to spank me with?
I cover my knees with my arms feeling exposed in this flimsy dress while sitting on a rock in the middle of the rain forest.
“Can we negotiate?” I plead.
“You look like a defiant fairy,” a slow grin lights up his handsome face. “Like you’re packing fairy weapons under that magic skirt.”
“Maybe I am. Are you open to a negotiation?”
He shakes his head. “The answer is a hard no.” He strokes the front of his pants. “Emphasis on hard.”
“Ha!” I laugh. “You got jokes.”
He stops stripping the leaves off the branch he’d picked up.
“Besides, you have nothing to negotiate with. You have no leverage. Do you realize you left me for four days?”
I blink. He may have a point.
“Now turn over and show me that sweet ass.”
“You’re serious?”
He smacks his palm with the branch. It sounds serious.
He twirls his hand in the classic, “turn around” signal.
I bite my lip. Reach out a tentative hand and stroke the front of his pants where his massive member strains to push itself out.
He shudders. “Evil woman.”
“Good man.”
I slowly slide down the zipper of his pants. His arms drop to his sides. The spanking branch tumbles from his hand.
“Oh, CJ,” he moans as I stroke the dark one-eyed monster protruding from his underwear.
The tip is swollen and a drop of precum shimmers on the wide eye opening. I lick it up before sliding his underwear down and taking his cock in my mouth. My fingers find the base. I grip it as if grabbing a pot off the stove.
My tongue and mouth take sweet turns. I circle the tip with my tongue. Then slide my mouth as far down his cock as I can go without gagging.
It’s all lick, suck, slide, over and over, my rhythm making him moan and pump his hips sliding his dick further and further into my mouth.
I open wide and breathe deeply to take it.
His hands clutch at my hair.
This is the largest cock I’ve ever sucked. It keeps growing in my mouth like a heat-seeking missile.
“Good Lord, Keston,” I whisper as I come up for air. “Your cock is so sweet and juicy with milk.”
“Better than a spanking?” he whispers.
“Much better,” I murmur my lips sliding around the pulsating member in my mouth.
As I suck and lick, he fingers my hard nipples. Hot sensations zip to my dripping pussy. It’s crying to get in on the action.
My breasts have escaped the sundress and hang freely in both his hands. He weighs them, plucks the nipples, squeezes them tightly then runs one hand down my belly to find my pussy.
Hallelujah!
I whimper when his rough fingers rub against my clit. He strokes my dripping flower, while I slide my mouth down his engorged manhood.
We’re getting into a frenzy. Moaning sounds come from both of us. With my eyes closed I slurp up the slickness on the tip of his cock.
“Oh lord, CJ!” he shouts right before a stream of hot cum explodes and runs down my mouth. I swallow some but it’s too much and too hot. His cock pumps into my throat, and I take it all.
He opens his eyes and watches me slide my tongue around the rim licking up the last bits.
“You’re amazing sweetheart,” he whispers. “Now turn around.”
“Still? I thought I served my punishment.”
“We’re not done.”
He flips up the back of my dress and pushes his penis into my plumped and waiting hole. He’s still hard. I’m shocked.
He puts one foot up on the rock for leverage. He grips my hips from behind and slides his sweet dick all the way out until only the tip is teasing my pussy.
“I want it all,” I moan.
“You’ve been a very bad girl. You only get the tip.”
“Not fair.”
His rough hand presses on my clit then releases the pressure. It’s his signature move, and it drives me crazy. Press, release. Press release. Meanwhile, his cock slides in a tiny bit then slides back out. It’s pure agony.
“Give me the goddamn dick already,” I huff.
A laugh ripples through him. “I should make you beg but . . . .”
He slides his cock all the way in and sighs. “It’s too damn good.”
It only takes a few pumps of his lovely cock to make me scream and writhe with ecstasy. My pussy throbs around his cock, making him pump harder until he too is shouting for mercy in the darkening forest.
I drop onto the rock face and weep with relief. My body is spent. My mind is clear. My heart is free.
I gaze at him across the rock where he’s laid out flat. He ruffles my curls with one hand.
“You can be bad anytime you want, darling.”
I smile at my man. His cock rests like a smooth dark seal across his lower abs. I stroke it gently. “You really got a prize here, dude.”
“That makes you the winner then.”
“It does indeed,” I agree. “It does indeed.”