Lost Paradise (The Savages of the Blue Lagoon)

24. Chapter 24

Chapter 24

While Mr. Coldwell and the other three have gone off on a mission to check how far this invisible border separates the island, I remained behind with Eve. Since she’s cut off the legs of her jeans, she has enough fabric to create a makeshift covering for Astro, who is still parading around like a barbaric, naked Neanderthal.

Even cavemen had some covering over their knobs, yet Astro walks around as if this is a naturists’ resort.

I can understand the guy was stripped of the only clothes he had on his back and that he wouldn’t want to wear someone else’s minging shorts, but he needs to respect Eve. Not that she’s complained, and even if three knobs are fucking her, she still steals glances at Astro’s.

We’ve all noticed her doing it. How can we not? She’s the only person in the entire group we focus our eyes on, after all.

I can’t figure out how much she loathes him or if there’s just a little bit of a flame she might carry for him. She was adamant about finding him last night, even though none of us were that enthusiastic about organizing a search party for him.

He’s a twisted arsehole, and deep inside, I wish the cannibals had roasted his arrogant, self-absorbed arse.

“Do you have any idea how pre-historic people sewed clothes together?” Eve asks, and I have a feeling she believes I’m some human encyclopedia. It’s cute, she thinks that.

“Well, they used needles made from different materials such as bone, antler, or even wood.”

“Like a fish bone?” she suggests.

“Hmm, not actually a bad idea,” I say, looking at the white scrapes of cloth. “What about if we made slightly bigger holes in the fabric and then used some of the dried seaweed we used for the roof of the hut to join them together? That way, we don’t need any needles.”

“It might end up like a loose skirt.”

“It’ll hide his knob and balls,” I reply sternly, and she bursts into laughter.

“Well, I guess that’s the whole point,” she says with a grin. “God forbid you men feel the need to compete with larger dick sizes.”

“Are you telling me you’re not affected?” I ask, raising an eyebrow.

“Not in the way of modesty,” she quips back. “I admire Astro for his ability to feel comfortable in his own skin.”

“You’re not?” I press, intrigued.

“With people I’m in a sexual relationship with, of course, I am comfortable, but outside that circle, yeah, maybe I’m not that easy being in my own skin.”

“Well, that’s not bad. It’s normal behavior, luv. But there’s nothing wrong with wanting to live a little, and I imagine that’s what’s blocking your conscience.”

Rather than reply, she picks up one of the short-ended spears we stole from the cannibals last night and looks at its tip.

“Will this do for holes?” she asks, holding it up.

“We won’t know if we don’t try,” I say, and I’m not just referring to the pointed object but more about Eve casting off her societal expectations and doing what she feels is natural to her.

After spending an entire morning on the prancer’s bloody loincloths, we decided to take a break and go for a dip in the ocean. Eve said something about an octopus Jack’s been feeding, and I have to question the sanity in that bloke’s head.

Who the fuck feeds wild octopuses?

The bloke is an odd one.

“Are you coming?” Eve says with a wild glint in her eye, urging me to the shore, where I watch her cast off every item from her body.

“Eve?” I ask her skeptically.

“What?” she smiles, and I can’t help as my eyes drift to those perky white tits and rosy nips. “You told me to live a little. So I am!” she shouts, running into the calm ocean.

It’s not exactly what I had in mind, but what the hell. I begin to undress and follow her into the clear blue water.

Swimming to catch up to Eve, I quickly wade into the crystalline waters, feeling the warmth of the sun on my skin and the soft caress of the ocean breeze. The further we swim, the more transparent the water becomes, offering a glimpse into a vibrant underwater world.

The shallow coral reefs that fringe the coastline beckon with their multicolored beauty. As we swim over these intricate underwater gardens, we’re greeted by a breathtaking display of colors and shapes. The corals come in a myriad of hues, from brilliant shades of pink and purple to vibrant blues and greens.

But unfortunately, that’s as much as my sodding eyes will allow. Without glasses, I’m pretty much useless. I haven’t complained about it to the group, so I don’t think they’ve realized the depth of how bad my eyesight is.

I follow Eve as she dives under, and if I thought my sight above the water was terrible, I would say that this is just a disaster waiting to happen. I could probably bump noses with a shark and think it’s Eve’s toe.

“Did you see that?!” she exclaims excitedly as we both come back to the surface.

“Those were two sea turtles mating!”

I thought it was some fat fish.

“What's wrong?” she asks, noticing my lack of enthusiasm. “I thought it was pretty funny. Kind of reminiscent of us. This must be some sort of love island with a magnetic pull for fucking.”

“Sweetheart, I’m happy for the turtles.”

“But?” she prompts, raising an eyebrow with a hint of mischief.

“I can’t see well above the water. Under is a whole different story. As much as I would love to see what you do, I only see colorful shadows underwater.”

“Oh,” she says thoughtfully, and I hate her thinking my sight is some disability.

“So when you say it’s hard to see above the water, up to what distance are you talking about?” she asks, her curiosity piqued.

I shrug, “Like a couple of meters, maybe. After that, things start to get a bit shady. ”

She swims closer, her eyes twinkling with mischief. “And now?”

“I will always see you, luv. You’re not part of the hazy equation.”

She moves even closer, her grin widening as her lips curl up. “Now?” she teases, her voice playful. “How about now?” Her proximity makes the water around us feel even more intimate.

I wrap my arms around her and gently pull her closer. “There isn’t a chance I’ll ever miss you,” I say softly, my gaze lingering on her lips. “Even if I can’t see you, I’ll still smell you.”

Her eyes, which had been soft and tender, widen in surprise. “Are you saying I reek?”

I can’t help but burst into laughter, the sound echoing through the water. She immediately pushes away from me and starts swimming back toward the shore, her movements swift and purposeful.

Despite my own sight issues, I know Eve’s self-conscious about herself and her current lack of hygiene. But she doesn’t seem to grasp that none of us have noticed or care because we’re all in the same boat as her.

Our brains have tuned out any stench we might be suffering and desensitized ourselves to it. We do what we can to maintain any sense of cleanliness, such as bathing in the sweetwater lagoon and rinsing out mouths using salted seawater. But razors and soap are items of luxury that I’d never think in my most wildest moments I’d ever miss having.

Because the idea of being stranded on an island with just the clothes on my back isn’t a fantasy I have ever entertained in my mind.

After a few more strokes, I latch onto Eve and pull her close to me as we reach the shallow ends of the shore.

“I might be almost blind,” I say, tackling her onto the wet sand, “But you can’t escape me, Firebug.”

She stops and looks at me amusingly as I hover over her.

“Did you just call me a bug?”

Did I?

I think about my last words.

“Maybe it slipped,” I say, wondering where the bloody hell that came from.

“I like it.”

“Firebug?” I search her face questionably.

“Yeah, it’s unique. Most would use Firefly because it’s cute. But you’ve called me after an ugly red and black bug.”

“I think it’s a beautiful insect,” I say in support of the nickname I have just come up with or fell upon, depending on how one looks at it. “Firebugs are unique and captivating creatures, much like your own individual nature that sets you apart from others. Plus, they can be playful and endearing, much like how I feel you are to me, warm and exciting. Your glow brightens up the darkness of my soul, and all my anger seems to disappear when I’m around you.”

“Hmmm,” she says but doesn’t expand.

“Hmm?”

“I didn’t think I needed to ask you to kiss the fuck out of me.”

Feeling my knob twitch against her, it’s only just occurred we’re both nude in broad daylight, and I couldn’t give more than a rat’s arse about my lack of clothes.

Her hands explore my back, and I purposely tense up my muscles at her touch as I lower my head to her. I remain hovering, our lips only a touch away, and I stay like this, momentarily taking her in. The water laps up to shore and drags itself around us like a halo as it goes back into the ocean.

I finally press my lips against hers, feeling her shiver at the touch. As I kiss her, her mouth parts and her tongue softly caresses mine.

Eve Winters is everything I ever needed since she made an indefinite connection with my soul. She is the fresh of breath air in my lungs every time she’s within my vicinity.

My tongue battles against hers, creating a torrent of passion and sending a million pent-up emotions swiftly aside. There’s only space for me and her in my mind.

I pull my lips from her mouth and kiss her jaw, then her throat, and reach out to caress the soft, warm skin of her neck. She buries her fingers in my hair and moans as my other hand slides between her legs. I slip my fingers between her folds to stroke that delicate part of her that my knob wants so bad that it’s pushing against her leg.

My lips move from her neck to her collarbone and soon move down to her breasts, where I swirl my tongue over her salty-tasting nipple and insert a finger inside her while my thumb plays with the tiny button-like area of flesh that I know makes her feel oh so good. My eyes dart up with her nipple between my lips, and I watch her close her eyes and bite her lower lip.

My brain contains a lot of information, some of it useful, a lot of it nonessential facts, but what I’d love to know is how she feels as I take her apart .

“Tell me what you're feeling,” I state.

She opens her bright blue eyes and stares up at me.

“I want to know,” I say without elaborating my curiosity.

As if understanding my request, her head falls back on the sand, and her eyes stare up into the clear blue sky in thought.

“Amazing, and yet it’s an indescribable sensation. There’s a weird but nice feeling deep in the pit of my stomach, and it tickles.”

I quicken the speed of my thumb and insert two more fingers inside her.

“And then the feeling gets more and more intense. Heat rises up my legs until it just explodes, and I get a strong, warm feeling all throughout my body.”

“Like right now?” I ask, but the answer is evident in the way she grinds against me.

“Oh, yes. Like. Right. Now.”

I don’t stop what I’m doing, siding my fingers in and out of her pussy. She reaches out, takes hold of my knob, and slides her fist up and down my shaft a few times. Her back arches, and she’s begging for more.

“And your favorite position?”

“Missionary.” She says, which takes me by surprise.

Without removing my hand from her, I slide my body over hers, and she spreads her legs open, inviting me in. It’s just enough for me to position myself between her. With my eyes locked on hers, I lift her leg around my waist, and in one strong movement, I replace my hand with my knob and feel her muscles adjust around me.

“Fuck, you feel so good, Byron,” she gasps and rolls her hips.

“So do you, Firebug,” I lean down and kiss her hard nipple, circling my pelvis deep inside her. Pulling halfway out and thrusting back in.

I pull out again, and this time, I slowly slide back in, claiming my possession over her.

“Oh god,” she says, her eyes practically rolling to the back of her head where I almost see only the whites. “Don’t stop. Whatever the fuck you’re doing, please don’t stop.”

I continue to alternate between slow and fast grinds, occasionally switching it up with a few pounding thrusts.

Pressing a kiss to her neck, she digs her nails into my shoulders and finally lets go. Her release is a full-body shudder, and I can feel her muscles squeeze me so tight as if it’s a lifeline .

Her thighs clamp around my body as she begins countering my thrusts. I almost can’t hold back any longer. A roar leaves my throat as I thrust into her so deep she lets out a loud, pleasurable gasp. I keep pounding, my pace picking up faster, pushing myself deeper. I bury my face in her neck as I continue to give her everything I have. She clenches her walls around me, pulling me in deeper as she drags her nails across my back.

“Fuck. Byron. I’m coming again,” she pants.

“That makes two of us,” I say in a now ragged voice as I feel my climax take over my body and release myself straight into her. She follows me only seconds later. This time, she’s not as verbally loud, but I feel her cling tight onto my shoulders as wave after wave rolls over her nerves, and her orgasm crashes through her.

“That was fabulously intense,” she says, breathing heavily. “How are you?”

“I’m good, sweetheart.” Feeling relieved that this time worked so much better. I don’t need her thinking I’m some virginal idiot, especially when I’m competing with the other two.

An American jock and a gold medalist Olympian.

Both, of who I am sure, have had women throwing themselves at them left and right.

But hey, I've got my own game, and I'm playing it my way.

“I like how you come, Firebug,” I whisper in her ear.

She looks up at me and smiles. Her smile, like a sunbeam breaking through clouds, warms the air between us. In that moment, I feel a surge of confidence, knowing that maybe, just maybe, this is the beginning of something extraordinary.

No. I know it is.

“I like you a lot,” she says with amusement.

“Just a lot?” I say, hoping that there might be more.

Her smile widens at my playful retort, and she chuckles softly before meeting my gaze with a twinkle in her eyes.

"Okay, fine," she concedes, her voice carrying a hint of mischief. "I like you a lot... like, a lot, a lot."

I can't help but grin, feeling a rush of elation at her words. Maybe there's more to this connection than I dared hope for.

“I like you too. A lot… like, a lot, a lot.”

Leaning down to her shoulder, I nip it lightly, causing her to giggle .

A sudden movement catches my eye near the swaying palm trees. My heart skips a beat, and a wave of unease washes over me. Without a second, though, I jerk upright, my protective instincts kicking in as I swiftly move to shield Eve behind me.

For a fleeting moment, confusion clouds her features as she follows my gaze, her playful expression fading into concern. Then, as she registers the figure by the palm trees, her eyes widen in shock, mirroring my own.

Emerging from the shadows of the palm trees is a sight that chills me to the bone. It bears the primal markings of its savage existence.

“It’s a child,” gasps Eve.

Fuck. We’re so fucked.