Chapter 28

Chapter

Twenty-Eight

I've never sucked a cock. Give me a vanilla soft serve on a wafer cone, and I'll work that ice cream until there's nothing left. But a dick in my mouth? I've had the opportunity, just not the inclination. Until now. In a way, I guess you could say I've been practicing for this since I ate my first popsicle. Now it's go time, and I'm fucking ready.

Wrists bound to the railing of the catamaran, Darien straddles me, his dick hovering in front of my face, a bead of precum, like frosty quartz, oozing from the tip.

"Use your tongue." His voice is husky with need, the command sending butterflies into my stomach.

I stretch my head forward and slide my tongue along his shaft from the base to the head. Yep. Just like that soft serve. You've got to work your way around the edge and up the sides before it melts and dribbles down the sides of the cone. Oh, I've got this.

He groans, and I do it again, longer, slower, listening for the moment his breath catches. I hear it when I reach the tip and swirl my tongue around it, excitement coursing through me when he moans.

"I want to feel your mouth." His hand goes to my head, gently easing me forward. "Fold your lips over your teeth and wrap your mouth around it."

Oh yeah. I've done this with a popsicle plenty of times. He hisses as I take him toward the back of my throat. Did I mention I have a pretty sensitive gag reflex? I should probably tell him. But not now. Slow and steady. Not too deep. Not too fast.

His cock is so smooth as it slides along my tongue and lips, in and out, miming what I'm aching for but can't have. He sets a slow rhythm, the pressure of his hand on my head slight but insistent. I wrap my lips tighter around his cock and hear him suck in a breath.

I lathe his cock, my confidence growing with every groan and twitch of his hips. He's so restrained when I know all he wants to do is thrust hard and fast into my mouth. The boat rocks in time with the bobbing of my head. The wind flows over my face. We're on the ocean with the sun as our only audience.

And then I hear it—a high-pitched hum. My focus shatters as a drone enters my peripheral. What the fuck? I stop working his cock, but his hand is still on my head, and it sits in my mouth like a fleshy lollipop.

"Ignore it," he tells me, stroking my cheek. "Suck my cock, Eden."

His command, the contract, the island, my squire, the games, the Spice Room. It all hits me. I can either grab the vestiges of my old life and hold onto them like a shield, or let go and let waves of experience take me. Life is like the ocean, in constant flux. At that moment, I realize I want to be like that. I want to feel. I want to explore. Blanche told me that coming to the island would test my limits, but it would also open the door to my sexuality. Never before have I felt so desirable. Never before have I felt ready to explore parts of myself that I've only glimpsed through introspection.

The drone circles the boat. I shut my eyes and wrap my lips around Darien's cock and treat it like a tootsie pop, sucking and tonguing until his hips jerk, and he pulls out, cum splashing on my arm and the back of the seat. I made it to the tootsie center, but that sure isn't a tootsie roll.

Darien's head is tilted back, his dick twitching. I lean forward and lick the tip, and he just about comes out of his skin. I smile and reach for him again. He pulls away and takes my face in his hands, kissing me fully. Our tongues twine as he runs his fingers down my neck to my chest. My breasts ache when he pinches my nipples, hips rocking forward in a silent plea to move those magic fingers lower.

The drone becomes white noise as it hovers above us. I hope whoever is watching is as turned on as I am. Darien reaches into a storage area under the seat next to me and pulls out small clamps attached to a chain.

Before arriving on the island, the only thing someone tweaked was my wenis. Now I've got the sexiest man I've seen in person tweaking a hell of a lot more. Darien crouches in front of me, licks and nips my nipples, then places the clamp on each one. The chain connecting them tugs with every small movement. He gently pulls on it, and I squirm .

Reaching back into the storage, he takes out a vibrator. "Open your legs."

I can't get them open fast enough. I tilt my hips forward and watch him press the switch. My clit aches at the sound of soft humming. He presses the head of the vibrator to my pussy, rubbing it up and down my swollen lips while reaching up with his other hand to tug the chain of the nipple clamps. My hands grip the straps of my cuffs as I let my head drop and spread my legs wider.

Darien homes in on my clit, rubbing the device in delicious circles. He gets me so close so quickly.

"Not yet," he says, and I whine at him, thrusting my hips forward.

He tugs at the chain and reaches under the seat to pull out a small paddle. Darien slaps my breasts and belly, each impact jostling the chain, which tugs on the clamps, making me hyper-aware of my nipples. He moves to my pussy and smacks my mons. My clit throbs.

Standing over me, paddle in hand, he looks like the Greek God of Porn. "Do you want me to lick your pussy?"

Fuck yeah! I nod and choke out a yes.

"Show me."

I strain against my cuffs, maneuvering my butt so I can tuck my legs close to my chest, belly rolls bumping up against the underside of my breasts, leaving my pussy fully exposed. His nostrils flare when I'm fully open. He slaps my pussy with a series of light taps, each one going straight to my clit. I whimper and try to thrust my hips toward him.

Darien tosses the paddle aside and runs his finger along the lips, then between them to my clit. "Do you want me to lick this? "

"God, yes."

He smiles in such a carnal way, I throb even harder. When he goes to his knees, I pull my legs up tighter, wishing I could grab hold of my knees to give him even greater access. Sensing my want, he pushes my legs to my chest. They brush against the clamps. Then his tongue is on my clit, stroking, flicking, suckling. I come so hard I scream into the salty air, hearing the mechanical hum of the drone capturing every spasm, every moan, every moment of ecstasy.

It's so hot.