Lost Paradise (The Savages of the Blue Lagoon)

14. Chapter 14

Chapter 14

I don’t know what the hell is wrong with me. Maybe there’s something in the air on this island or in the fruit. But it’s not normal that I’m lusting after multiple men.

Omigod! What am I talking about? I noticed each one back at Hawthornes, but never in my wildest dreams could I imagine the circumstances I am in now.

If I seriously sit down to think about what I did with Mr. Coldwell…shit…Foster.

His name is Foster.

I fucked a teacher! I’m going straight to hell.

And what about the wild sex!

I mean, sure, I’ve had sex before, but not like that! Foster took it to a whole new level, and I don’t know how any man can compete with that.

Not so long ago, I told everyone that I had no intention of being in any relationship, and here I am, crushing on every male on this island who has a dick.

Except Astro, because as much as I think he’s attractive, he has the personality of a fruit fly.

There is no damn way I will ever have sex with that asshole.

And probably not with Jack either. We had our moment for some odd reason. I was seriously contemplating it, but I still think he’s a vampire. I’m not sure how I can kiss someone who licks ancient sacrifice alters, and I don’t care about the weird connection we had or how attractive I think he is. I can’t go there. Maybe he’ll want to wear a vial with my blood sample around his neck. That’s just some sick shit I can’t get into or consider as a turn- on.

Byron. He’s intelligent, funny, and really, really attractive. Except I don’t think he likes me very much. He’s a little temperamental, and he's under some impression that I’m pretentious. So, if anything were to happen between us, it probably won’t happen for a million years. He’s not on the same wavelength as any of us.

Foster. AKA Mr. Orgasmic. And that hot body of his is sinful. When I saw him undress, I couldn’t help but rake my eyes up his toned torso, tanned skin, and perfect abs, not just once but several times. I drank in the sight of him like a dehydrated camel stumbling upon an oasis in the middle of the desert, with a level of thirst that could rival a cactus at high noon.

His cock? The devil.

And don’t get me started on that talented tongue because I may slide my hand down my panties and go down the merry memory lane.

Foster Coldwell knows how to touch a woman, and that’s all I’ll say on the matter.

Zane Jones. He’s an open book. I usually don’t crush on a guy that’s so openly attracted to me. I like a bit of a challenge, but he’s a nice guy, and I don’t want to be just his friend. I want the whole nine yards and then some. He’s tall and athletic like Foster, with these beautiful, deep amber eyes that I could get so lost in.

Everything about Zane is physically beautiful. But I can’t help but think there’s something else about him that confuses me, like earlier when he had used the aloe vera on my face, and I opened my eyes to meet with his, and his eyes seemed to hold a big void. I don’t know what that is but I think it has to do with what he left back home in Nevada.

“You know, if you keep rubbing those pants against the rocks, they might disintegrate.” I turn to see Zane coming towards me, shirtless, and I’m stunned and silent.

It’s those pecks and the centrally placed tattoo that runs down the middle of his defined torso. Those abs are carved from stone.

What I would do to get him naked because I can feel my pussy ache and throb for this guy.

I lay my shirt and pants on some dry rocks and remove my cotton vest.

“Will you join me for a swim?” I ask, knowing exactly that my next move might make or break whatever relationship I have with Zane .

This place is pretty hidden, nestled within the heart of the lush, exotic jungle. We’re surrounded by towering emerald trees adorned with vibrant orchids and dangling vines. The water is a mesmerizing shade of azure, shimmering in the dappled sunlight that filters through the thick canopy overhead. A waterfall cascades from the rocky cliffs above, its crystalline waters tumbling into the lagoon below with a gentle splash.

I proceed to unhook the back fastening of my bra and lie it next to my other clothes. Before my cheeks go bright red, I shimmy down my panties and dive straight into the lagoon.

“Taking a leaf out of Astro’s books?” Zane asks, smiling, but there’s no hiding the bulge in his pants. I felt his eyes burn on my nude body the moment I started removing my undergarments.

“When in Rome….” I shout back as I swim to the middle. “Come on, Zane! You’ll love it! It’s liberating!”

I watch him remove his shoes and socks and then drop his jeans, and he’s just in his tight black shorts. Without a second thought, he pushes them down and kicks them away, and I get a good eyeful of him before he dives in.

“Be careful. The fish in here might mistake your peen as bait,” I joke and can’t help but laugh at the instant expression on his face.

“That’s not funny,” he says with an amused smirk on his face, but I don’t miss the side-eye glance he gives the water, and I dive my head under to stop the hysterical laughter that’s ready to explode from my mouth.

As soon as I emerge to get air, I find Zane has inched his way closer to me. We’re less than a foot away from each other, and considering we’re both naked, the temperature here is beginning to rise.

“So I’m curious about something,” he says, and there’s this gleam in his eye, and I’m wondering where he’s going with that statement.

“What’s that?”

“Well, do you know Mr. Coldwell’s first name, because I can’t imagine you call him Mr. Coldwell in the throws of passion.”

“Maybe….”

“Maybe?” he raises a brow. “So do you say, ‘Oh, Mr. Coldwell! You naughty old boy. Just give it to me harder! ’” He strains his voice in a ridiculously high-pitched tone and chuckles .

I can't help but giggle, too. “I don’t sound like that! And yeah! I do know his name, but I’ll never tell!” and with that, I splash his face and swim off.

Turning around, I see him hot on my trail, chasing me across the lagoon. I hastily swim towards the waterfall, almost drowning in the process because my giggling has turned into hysterical laughter. I climb up the rocks and dash behind the waterfall, but as soon as I turn to see where he is, a hand grabs me and pushes me up against the rock wall.

Zane puts his arms on either side of my shoulders, blocking me in. It’s a male-dominating move that excites me. His entire giant body hovers over mine, and he’s looking down as wet droplets fall from his hair to his face and onto me.

Both of us are aware of our current situation.

“So you’re gonna tell me, now?”

“I promised him I wouldn?.” My words get lost on his lips, and he winds his fingers through my hair, clasping the back of my neck. This kiss starts off rough, but soon, his lips soften, and he makes love to my mouth in a way nobody has ever done before.

He holds me against the wall and continues to kiss me. His tongue pierces through and is welcomed by the tip of mine. My hand explores the skin of his back, loving the way his muscles bunch at my touch, and our kiss becomes deep as my body quivers against his. He’s rock hard, and so is his cock, as I feel it poke my pelvis.

I’m about to explode from this kiss alone.

The air is thick with mist, and a fine spray from the waterfall dances upon our skin like a thousand tiny kisses from heaven as we continue our onslaught on each other. It doesn’t matter who initiated this; it’s the fact that I want Zane so badly.

When he pulls back, he wraps his arms around me and presses his lips to my head, holding me tight. We don’t talk because the roar of the falling water is loud and drowning out most sounds. But I know he wants me as much as I want him.

I push him slightly away and look up at him and smile, reaching out as my fingers explore the ridges and valleys of his torso, slowly making my way down his delicious V that stirs my core, and finally, my fingers explore the base of his cock.

Teasing him a little, I let my fingers slide around his skin but don’t touch his monstrous-sized, hardened cock. It twitches, desperate for human touch, and I wait just a moment longer before looking up and locking my eyes on his as I take his length into my grip and feel him.

My thumb gently slides over his slit and spreads stringy pre-cum around his tip. This prompts him to momentarily close his eyes, savoring the moment, before widening them as I release my hold. With a playful gesture, I slip my thumb into my mouth, relishing his taste, all the while maintaining eye contact with a mischievous smile.

With one sudden move, my back is shoved against the cool, damp rock wall, his body up close to mine, closing in the space between us. His hand cups the side of my face, his thumb tracing my lips, sliding further down to my neck where his entire hand wraps around it and holds me there momentarily before continuing down my collarbone and finally finding my breast.

He cradles my breast in his hand, moving his palm over my pebbled nipple. His cock hardens and pokes against my body. With a measured pace, he grinds his pelvis against me as he rolls my nipple between his fingers, watching his hand with fascination.

Who the fuck would have thought a nice boy from the Midwest would relish in sexual control like this?

Zane’s other hand moves away from the wall, sliding down my body to my front, and he kicks my legs to push them wide as he positions himself between them. His fingers caress my folds softly, causing me to arch my back with a desperate need for more.

Pulling on my nipple, he leans forward and catches my lips just as his fingers break through my folds, and I moan straight into his mouth.

Reaching out, I clasp my hand around his solid round shoulder and grip it hard as he finds my clit. I can’t help my pelvis grinding into his hand as he inserts his fingers inside me, pumping me and encouraging me to come on him.

Despite what he’s doing to me, his lips move with a certain gentleness, making love to my mouth. I’m so aroused with everything he’s doing and riding that edge as fast as I can until I have nothing left to give and shut my eyes, and stars burst behind my eyelids, crying out my pleasure straight into his mouth.

He releases himself from me and takes a moment to observe what he’s done with a wicked yet satisfied grin on his face. His hand slides to my ass, then he jerks me up and into his arms. My legs wrap around him obediently as he pins me against the rock wall, his cock pressing against me exactly right where I need him.

With one full thrust, he pushes against me, filling me and stretching me with every sense of the word. He allows my body to accommodate his thick cock and then begins fucking me in earnest, gliding in and out, controlling this as he holds me against the wall, grinding and rotating his pelvis as he pleases.

He pauses momentarily, his stiff cock still inside me, and he tilts his head up and lavishes my neck and breasts with kisses before moving again inside me.

It’s nearly impossible to keep my eyes open through the intensity of it all, but I do, desperately desiring to watch his perfect, powerful body at work as he fucks me into this cliff. His flawlessly toned muscles flex and tense with each penetration, our panting getting stronger and his grip on me getting tighter as we’re almost reaching the edge together.

We gaze intently at one another. And as we do, I feel something more, a lot more than just attraction for Zane. I know he feels it too.

This isn’t just some quick fuck. This is more, so much more.

Our eyes stay locked onto each other, and when I come, I scream out my orgasm as my entire body convulses against his, leaving me limp in his arms, my body still full of his cock.

He releases me, lets me down fast, and twirls me around to face the rocks as he pulls my hips out towards him. He wraps his hand around my lower front, pulling me further to him, and in one firm thrust, he finds my core and begins fucking me like a wild beast.

Pulling out and then shoving himself back in, letting him use my body the way he needs. The feeling of his cock withdrawing and pushing back into me is so good. His thrusts get harder and faster as his hand, placed in front of me, protectively ensures I don’t crash against the rocks.

The waterfall seems louder than ever, but when he comes, I hear his roar. The vibrations of his deep, booming voice shudder against my body. He stops thrusting and holds me deep, his one hand gripping my hip tight as I feel him relax against me. His heart and lungs are thumping like crazy against my back.

As soon as he withdraws from me, I feel his cum gradually slide down my inner thigh. He turns me around, and I look up at him, searching his eyes for confirmation. His hand cradles the side of my face, gently brushing back wet strands of hair. In that silent exchange, we affirm the mutual intensity of our feelings. With a tender smile, he leans in to kiss my lips briefly before pulling away, both of us aware that this moment marks only the beginning of something profound and deeply meaningful.

“Firecracker,” he calls me, leaning close to my ear, his voice low and sultry, brimming with an irresistible magnetism. His eyes lock onto mine, holding a spark that matches the intensity of his tone. “You’re like a firecracker,” he continues, his words wrapping around me like a warm embrace.

“Just when I think I’ve figured you out, you surprise me with more of your irresistible charm. You’re unpredictable and thrilling, like a crackling explosion of excitement that leaves me breathless. You’re not just a spark; you’re the whole damn show.”

As he finishes, he pulls me closer, wrapping his arms around me tighter. The embrace is firm yet tender, as if he’s trying to hold onto every bit of the fiery essence he’s just described. The warmth of his body against mine is both comforting and exhilarating, and I can feel the steady rhythm of his heartbeat through his chest. His breath on my neck sends a shiver down my spine, making me feel cherished and electrified all at once.

“You know,” I say softly, my voice trembling slightly with emotion, “when you call me a firecracker, it’s not just about the energy or the sparks. It’s the way you see me—like I’m something special, something worth celebrating.” I gently push against his chest, just enough to meet his gaze.

And in this moment, wrapped up in his arms, I feel like the most incredible woman on earth. Zane makes me feel alive and cherished in a way I can’t quite put into words.

He gazes at me with a deep, appreciative smile that lights up his eyes. The warmth in his embrace intensifies as if he’s trying to absorb every ounce of the connection between us. His fingers gently caress the small of my back, tracing comforting patterns against my skin.

He leans in slightly, his breath warm against my cheek, and places a tender kiss just below my ear. It’s a soft, lingering touch that sends a shiver of pleasure down my spine.

I don’t ever want to let go of this moment.