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Chapter Five
I was trying to keep calm by hiding in the bathroom. There was a storm outside, absolutely raging. Some parts of the complex were flooding, we could see from the windows.
The waves outside looked like monsters. This was clearly not a normal storm.
We had no way of contacting anybody. I didn’t even know if Rob was okay. I didn’t know if we were okay, or if this was a hurricane about to flood out this island.
Serves me right, I figured, for jumping into the life of the rich and blameless. People who live modest, middle class lives don’t get dragged away by hurricanes, unless they live on the Gulf Coast.
I’d tried to sit with Joseph and Anya because Anya was smart enough to find the emergency kit and give each of us flashlights. But Joseph had just knocked open the liquor cabinet and gone to town. He was an even grosser human being when drunk, if that was possible.
I could almost feel his leering gaze in the dark. I wondered that Anya could stand it, but I figured she had thicker skin than I did.
They’d decided to go sit in the yoga room together, which had big windows and a great view of the complex and the beach. They could watch the flood levels easily from there.
I felt like a scared puppy dog. I just wanted Rob back. I wanted someone to hold me.
I curled up in the dry tub because that’s what I remembered learning about natural disasters, although after a little while I felt silly, because I think that’s what you’re supposed to do for tornadoes. I’m not sure if it'll help when the whole island floods.
I kept the flashlight off because I didn’t want to waste the power. I just held the sturdy thick cylinder in my hands and tried to calm down.
Maybe I could read a book? Would it be possible to make it to my room? Had anyone brought our personal items?
Maybe Anya had a book? She often carried at least a business leadership or pop psychology book. Maybe she’d brought it into the main lodge.
I left the bathroom and stumbled as carefully as I could in the dark. I made it to the hanging beads that marked off the yoga room. They hung, thinly draped so you could see inside the yoga room, still dark except for lightning flashes.
The heavy rain and thunder masked a lot of my noise, but they didn’t mask the noises that were coming from inside the room.
It was the unmistakable grunting, gasps, and pounding of aggressive sex.
I know I would’ve walked away as soon as I heard it if I could have believed it. At first my brain didn’t quite process how two people had snuck into the house without the rest of us knowing, just to have sex in the yoga room.
Then I realized that didn’t make sense. It had to be Anya and Joseph.
But could it really be them? Anya, the ice queen, and that jerk? My incredulity kept me glued to the spot, listening.
There was no mistaking. I saw them through the doorway. They had their flashlights pointed toward themselves so they could partially see each other’s naked bodies.
When I first looked, his ass blocked the ray of one flashlight, so I could see its masculine curve as it pounded vigorously into Anya. He was holding her up, pulling her to him while he thrusted, while she balanced herself on the ground.
The other flashlight’s ray shook over her small breasts, which bounced with an almost orderly precision that corresponded to the rutting thrusts he was driving into her. The light scattered across her face, her breasts, her stomach in rapid back-and-forths as he pounded her from behind.
He stopped suddenly, and she whimpered as he pulled out, and I thought maybe it was a sad whimper, until I heard her voice moan through labored breathing, “Don’t stop, I haven’t come yet.”
“I know,” he said, and he flipped her over, running his tongue up her entire body, starting and lingering at the crotch until he made it all the way up to her neck. He bit and sucked at her neck viciously, while she pressed herself against his thigh like she was trying to come on it.
Then he grabbed her arms and held them down while alternating his tongue’s attention on each one of her nipples. Every time he swooped down and started playing with one breast with his mouth, she writhed and squealed underneath him, but every time he lifted up to look at her or kiss anywhere else, she just begged him to keep going.
I needed to stop watching. I knew I should. But my whole body was on fire and begging for me to touch it, to increase the bottled up pleasure it was already feeling vicariously from watching Anya’s squirming body.
My breasts hurt. That was the next step down the wrong path. My breasts were painfully swollen, engorged with the desire to either be sucked or join in on the sucking.
Preferably both, it seemed. I squeezed them, only to give them a quick squeeze and make them hurt less.
But then I kept squeezing. I kneaded my massive, overflowing handful of breast and kept watching Anya writhe underneath Joseph’s tongue.
One of his hands slid into her crotch. If he was anything like his brother, I knew what he would be doing now. He would be rubbing her clit with his thumb while his fingers penetrated her and found her g-spot.
