Hunter kissed along the side of my neck and into the curve of my shoulder, and I could feel him smile against my skin. The tongue that had just brought me tumbling into oblivion slipped out and glazed across my skin. I felt safe and protected in his arms, as if all of the danger that we had faced together no longer existed, but I didn’t want to fall asleep yet. I didn’t want to let this be the end. I needed to continue, to push him beyond this place and into everything that I knew he was capable of.
I turned Hunter around and pushed him down onto his back. His thick, impossibly hard cock rose up and I accepted it eagerly. Wrapping my hand firmly around the base, I stroked his erection a few times until his eyes closed and I felt his hand clench on my thigh. I didn’t want the chance that his desire was lessening, and I reached forward to run my other hand down his body, appreciating every exceptional cultivated inch. I wanted to please him as much as he had just pleased me, and I dipped my mouth down to run the tip of his cock over my lips as I had fantasized about in the water. I indulged myself in the smooth, silky feeling of his soft, spongy head and the salty-sweet taste of the fluid that dripped from the slit onto my tongue. Hunter drew in a shuddering breath and I grinned.
I opened my mouth and brought Hunter's cock in to glide against my tongue and settle at the back, nestling at the entrance to my throat. As I explored every ridge and vein, I sought to memorize the feeling of him, wanting to be able to call back this very moment whenever I longed for him, which I knew would be far more frequently than I wanted to admit to myself in that moment. I sucked him deep, allowing him to dip into my throat as I reveled in the rumbling, primal sound of his groan.
Hunter's back arched up off of the rocks and he let out an even deeper growl. His hand cupped the back of my head and I felt him hesitate. I paused, wanting him to guide me, to direct me into the pace that he wanted so that he could achieve the exact pleasure that he desired. I wanted to empower him, to show him the strength and beauty of his body, and the way that he could give and receive such exceptional delights. He seemed to understand and began to direct my head so that my mouth slid up and down his cock in a smooth rhythm that I knew he wouldn’t be able to handle for very long.
Just as I expected, it was only seconds before he pushed back on my shoulder to stop me and guide me away from his body.
"Are you alright?” I asked.
He sat up and I leaned out of the way as he clambered to his feet. He crossed the plateau and I watched as he ducked behind a large boulder near the edge. A second later he reappeared, the metal box from the beach tucked under his arm. He brought it over and set it on the ground beside me, flipping the top open to reveal the collection of condoms inside. Hunter reached in and grabbed one of them. He met my eyes and I smiled at him encouragingly. He glanced down at his cock and then back at me. I reached out and plucked the packet from his fingers, peeling it open and slipping the condom from inside. I sat up and nestled the condom on the tip of his cock, then gradually rolled it down to the base of his shaft.
When it was in place, I released him and lay back. Hunter positioned himself so that he was in between my legs and reached for my hips, pulling me toward him. I gasped as he tilted my hips up so the tip of his cock nuzzled my core. With only a brief moment of hesitation, Hunter sank inside me, his eyes closing as he savored the feeling. He held himself still, getting accustomed to the experience, then eased forward more. My body welcomed him, but I suddenly felt my heart surge and break at the same time.
I didn’t want to think. I didn’t want to let the emotions and thoughts of all that I was hiding from Hunter take over. I just wanted this, all of what he was offering me and all that I could give him. Hunter’s hips rolled against me so that he sank deeper until finally he was settled as far as he could. When my body had opened fully to him, he sat back on his knees and held my hips. The position gave him greater control and leverage so he could increase his speed and intensity.
The fresh, salty air around us began to fill with Hunter’s deep, unbridled groans and I could see that he was losing control. I reached up and ran my hands down his body, giving in completely to the pure sensual pleasure of his muscles. His thrusts became harder and faster, pushing me into my own spiral, and soon I was gasping for breath, crying out as my body clamped down on him and I tumbled into an orgasm even more powerful than what he had already achieved in me on the beach.
As my body pulled his deeper into me with my intense spasms, Hunter let out a strangled cry. I felt his cock give a hard pulse and then cascade of throbbing within me. He remained poised over me as the most powerful rush of his climax flowed over him and then he fell forward, swallowing hard as his body began to relax. I wrapped my hand around the nape of his neck, stroking it tenderly with my thumb as I held him to me. I cherished the delicious weight of him, making me feel blissfully encapsulated, distanced from everything else, able, if only for the time, to pretend that this world could truly be mine.
Chapter Eighteen
Gavin
Two days had passed since I had crashed on the second island and I was starting to greatly regret leaving the raft behind and starting on my quest across the rocks. This is not what I was supposed to be doing with my life. I didn’t spend all of those years in the military, beating myself into the ground to accomplish the Special Forces standings and learn about what I was supposed to do if I ended up in this type of circumstance only to end up here because I had fallen into this career path. If I hadn’t been discharged…
I forced my mind out of that train of thought and focused instead on the rocks ahead of me.
The endless fucking rocks that never fucking ended because apparently the whole fucking shore was made of fucking rocks.
Fortunately, I had managed to find a few narrow trickles of water that cracked through the rocks, but the meager food that I had been able to scrounge hadn’t been enough to make me feel not like shit and the sun beating down on me wasn’t helping circumstances. I sat in the shadow of a large boulder and took the shirt that I had dipped into the water of the last creek out of the waistband of my pants to press it to the back of my neck. It cooled me enough that I didn’t feel like I was going to die right then and I closed my eyes, resting my head against the boulder. Just as it always did when I had too much time in the quiet to myself, my mind wandered back to my military training and to the excruciating training exercises that we had gone through, then to the night that it all changed and the morning I stood in front of my commander, facing the discharge that had been my greatest nightmare.
I opened my eyes, letting the glint of the sunlight bouncing off of the minerals in the rocks around me to dissolve the image in my mind. There wasn’t anything more for me to do but keep going, so I peeled myself up off of the rocks and continued on. I figured at some point I would either loop back around to the beach or die, and either way I would have finished something.