Lost Paradise (The Savages of the Blue Lagoon)

11. Chapter 11

Chapter 11

We both watch Jack cross the beach and head toward our camp area. I’m not an idiot, and I know exactly what I was interrupting. They’re not teenagers anymore, but as adults, they haven’t yet embraced a grown-up mentality, and hormones are raging.

Even mine and I’m twenty-four.

I’d love to say that it’s Eve being the only female on this island, but I’d be lying to myself if I denied the attraction I felt when I first saw her in Dean Caramichael’s office. But I hide that growing desire deep within the recesses of my mind because I’m a teacher first and foremost. Even if my position is assistant professor, I have a responsibility, and I made a promise that I would accompany these students on this trip and keep them out of danger.

“Is there something you want to say, Mr. Coldwell?”

I turn to observe Eve’s bright blue eyes flickering at me, her voice so calm and yet firm instead of sweet. There’s nothing innocent about her, not those curves or full, perky breasts that stick out from her small waist. Those dark rosy nipples that pebbled in the water yesterday made my cock so hard that even the cool water from the lagoon couldn’t quite keep it down.

“Sit down, Eve. We need to talk,” I say, taking the space where Jack had been sitting and watching her sit beside me.

There’s no easy way to say this, so I’m going to be honest and make sure she’s aware of our situation.

“How’s your stomach feeling?” I ask as an ice-breaker and cross my legs casually.

“I think I’d like to maybe avoid eating so much fruit if I can help it.”

“Well, the boys caught quite a bit of crabs today, so we’ll try and find a way to cook them over the fire tonight.”

“Mmmm, actually, roasted crab sounds great,” she smiles, and I swear she has the prettiest mouth.

Fucking’ell! Why does my knob have to stir in its slumber just this moment? I pull on the front of my shirt to make sure if I begin to tent my trousers, I’ll need to hide it.

“Eve, umm….” I’m fumbling through this discussion, and I will need to get it together. "Well, this isn’t my business, but it’s regarding what looked like was about to transpire between you and Jack….do you think it would have happened had the circumstances been different?”

She looks at me, confused, and I’m at a loss for words. I can’t help but feel the weight of my own inadequacy press down on me.

"What I mean is," I begin again, my voice trailing off uncertainly as I search for the right words, "you're... well, you're the only woman here, you see. And, um, that might... lead to, uh, tensions. Among the men. Competing for your... affections, so to speak."

I wince inwardly at my clumsy attempt to convey my point, silently cursing myself for my inability to articulate my thoughts more elegantly. Swiping a hand over my temple in frustration, I take a deep breath and resolve to find clearer words.

Bloody ‘ell! I have a sociology degree from Oxford, for Christ’s sake! This is a topic I should be well-versed in.

“Well, there are the natives,” Eve explains. “The cannibals, and I’m sure there are females within the tribe,” she elaborates.

“We haven’t seen any, so we have to take Astro’s word for it, but that’s not what I meant,” I look straight at her face, and I’d love to get a read on her, but she’s totally stoic.

"It's just... human nature, you know?" I continue talking and digging my grave. My tone strains with effort. "Male testosterone and all that. They might... see you as a... challenge. And, um, that could cause... rifts. Among everyone."

I am making such a mess of this. Why can’t I express myself more eloquently on this topic instead of sounding like a right sod?

Sighing heavily, I feel my own inadequacy settling heavily on my shoulders. Despite my best intentions, I’m making a right mess of this.

"What I'm trying to say," I finally manage, my voice quieter now, tinged with frustration and self-doubt, "is that... things might get complicated. And I just wanted to... warn you. So you're not caught off guard."

I finally glance up at her, silently hoping that she would understand the jumbled mess of words I have just thrown at her. But I know deep down that no amount of explanation can erase the awkwardness of my feelings towards her.

“I see,” she says and looks away thoughtfully.

Silence falls on us, only to be punctuated by the rhythmic lullaby of the waves kissing the shore. In the fading light of the setting sun, the island seems to come alive with a symphony of sounds and sensations. The rustle of palm leaves behind us appears as if they are whispering secrets to the wind, while the distant call of seabirds adds a touch of ethereal melody to the evening air.

“Eve?” I ask, curious to know what she thinks.

Yet, do I want to know?

“Do you put yourself in that equation too?”

Her question catches me off guard, causing a flicker of surprise to fill my face, and I quickly compose myself.

“I’m your teacher, Eve. I can’t be in that equation,” as the last word spills out of my mouth, I regret my defensive tone almost immediately. I’m desperately clinging to the boundaries of our roles as students and instructors.

“You’re full of shit,” she declares, her voice firm and unyielding. Her words slice through the air like a sharpened blade. "For starters, you're probably not that much older than me. And secondly, we're stranded on an island far from the civilized world, where rules don't apply."

Her words hang in the air, a challenge thrown down in the face of convention and expectation. As I glance around at my remote surroundings, a sense of liberation washes over me, like chains falling away from my conscience.

Slowly, hesitantly, I begin to consider her words, allowing myself to entertain the possibility of stepping beyond the confines of our preconceived roles. Here, on this isolated island, with the rules of society stripped away, perhaps there is room for something more, something unexpected and undeniably real.

“No,” I say sternly. “Someone has to be responsible here. I was given that role.”

“I agree with you,” she says, and I cock my head curiously at her. “I think you should maintain that role. It suits you,” she grins .

“It’s not about suiting me, Eve. By not participating in their antics, I’m keeping myself above them.”

“And what about me?”

“I’ll do what I can to maintain the authoritative role.”

“Not if someone fucks me first, you won’t.”

My eyes widen at her brassiness.

“I can solve that issue,” she says, and without warning, she leans over and crashes her lips on mine, seizing the moment in a bold move that closes the gap between us and takes my breath away.

As her lips meet mine in this passionate collision, I feel a surge of electricity course through me, igniting a fire that has long smoldered beneath the surface.

For a heartbeat, I hesitate and am ready to pull back from her, my mind racing with a thousand thoughts and questions. But it’s not long until I abandon those judgments and surrender to the kiss, my lips responding eagerly to hers.

Nothing else matters but the intoxicating taste of her lips and the warmth of her touch as she bravely slides her arm around my body. Lost in the heat of the moment, I wrap my hand behind her head, gripping hard as I kiss her deeper. Each brush of our lips is a silent testament to the undeniable chemistry that crackles between us.

I break from her, breathless and flushed with desire.

What the bloody hell have I done? There’s no turning back from this.

Fuck, fuck, fuck.

Sensing my shock and withdrawal, she grabs my arm as I get up to leave and try to find some sense of what I feel. She yanks me back down.

“Stay here,” she says. “Don’t you fucking dare try and deny your true feelings! You enjoyed that as much as I did.”

“We crossed a threshold into uncharted territory. I shouldn’t have—”

“No!” she interrupts, putting a finger over my mouth. “I’m eighteen, for fuck’s sake, and you’re what, twenty-five? Twenty-six? Big fucking deal. What’s important is that I’m old enough to decide this for myself. And I want you. I want you bad.”

“I’m twenty-four,” I say quietly.

“Even better,”

“How is six years older than you better?”

“Because I like all of you. I want to fuck all of you. I don’t know how that happened. But I know you like me, and I’m attracted to you. A lot. Fuck. I find you breathtakingly gorgeous. And you going all alpha on Jack yesterday, asking him to challenge your place as leader in the group was sexy as fuck. I know it sounds brash to say it like this, but you’re right. They will fight over me and be assholes about it. Jack already made a verbal claim on me. Zane is one step away, and we all know Astro’s morals are loose as a screw in a rusty old machine. But you’re the one to set the pace for them.”

I’m stunned.

“And how do you expect me to thwart them?”

“You set the pace. As alpha, you make the first claim on the only female. You need to fuck me, and they need to stand behind the line. It sends a clear signal as to who the boss is.”

I huff a laugh of disbelief. To some degree, she’s right.

“I’m your teacher, not some archaic caveman who needs to assert myself through primal displays of strength and conquest.”

“That’s exactly what you did yesterday. But you came here, interrupted what was going to happen between me and Jack, and told me that I should be careful because all the men on the island want to fuck me. If they fuck me before you do, you’re out. They’ll overpower you in numbers. You need to earn their respect. Claiming the only female grants you power. It asserts your dominance over rival males and solidifies your leadership within our own tribe.”

“Our tribe. I think you’ve gone a little overboard with the definition. We’re stranded.”

“For how long? Days, months, maybe even years. Who knows? But we need a leader, and we need to adapt to the current environment and sexual needs if we are to survive this island and not end up killing each other out of frustration.”

“I can’t take advantage of you, Eve.”

“You’re not. I want this. I want you. Will you take me and be my alpha?”

Her eyes tell me she wants this, and those lips taste like sweet ambrosia. I can only imagine what other parts of her taste like. She swiftly removes her loose shirt and vest and takes off her torn white jeans. I watch her speechless like a knob as she unfastens her bra and stare at her creamy round breasts and dark pink nipples. Even better than I ever imagined them from yesterday at the lagoon .

I lick my lips, and my cock twitches painfully against my trousers, which seem suddenly uncomfortably tight on me.

“I have no protection, Eve. Are you on any birth control?”

“I had a new IUD fitted before I left New York, and it should last for five years, but I’m dreading getting my period. It’s due in three weeks, and I have no idea what I’m going to do then.”

“We’ll figure it out, darling. Remove your panties for me.”

She slides them down her toned legs and leaves them on the pile of clothes beside us. My eyes travel from her plump breasts down her flat belly, down to that wonderous, hairless slit. It’s pink and ripe, begging for my attention. I’ve had my share of vaginas. Being a gold Olympic medalist it comes with the territory, especially when I attended uni; women practically threw themselves at me. But as much as I’ve seen a ton of them, I’m almost blown away by the perfection of what I see before me.

As soon as her knees part, I see her blossom, and there is no hiding how wet she is for me.

In no time, I’m undressed and let her drink me in.

I know what I look like. I’m tall and athletic, and I’ve trained for hours every day since I was ten. While I’m not pumped with muscles, I’m defined and lucky to have a pronounced V-line that most women swoon over, but it’s the size of my cock that gets most of the attention when I’m nude. Its girth is bigger than average, and I know that’s something women seek for enjoyment.

There’s no need to ask Eve what she thinks. The desire in her eyes and the way she licks her lips tell me everything. The flame inside me has ignited, and I need this woman. Every doubt that I once had has been thrown to the wind. I stand here, as naked as the day I was born, and the essence of raw, instinctual humanity fills my core. I have stripped off every last item of the complexities and constraints of modern society, and I am going to claim my female and take hold of my role as the figurehead. Everything I’ve ever known and believed has been cast off my conscience.

The savage within me has been released.

“Come here, Eve. Get on your knees and suck your alphas cock. Show me exactly how much you want me as your leader.”