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“You know all the right words.”
Laughing, I grind against him, moving just my lower half.
He kisses me slowly, torturously, taking his time as our bodies remain locked together.
There’s something to be said about hidden-in-plain-sight sex. It’s not even that it feels all that good in the water, it’s just him and his thickness and the fact it’s wrong and dirty.
“I need to fuck you,” he mumbles, slightly shifting his hips. “I want to fuck you like you have no idea.”
“Uh-huh.”
“No, I really need to fuck you.” His hips pick up the pace as I suck on his lip and tickle the back of his neck with my fingers. “I can’t stand this.”
“You started it, I’m taking no blame.”
His eyes flash with menace and I wonder what he’s thinking. Until he starts walking, still planted deep inside.
“People are catcalling,” I mutter, flipping off some of the crew who are watching us go. Gross.
“I don’t give a fuck.” He puts me down, leaving me but only for enough time to guide me around a large boulder resting by the trees which end the beach.
We have to swim a short distance and then he helps lift me out of the water as it’s like a really deep step of solid rock. The second he joins me, he has me up against the boulder, one leg around his hip, the other still touching the ground just barely and then finally, with a dramatic sigh, he plunges inside and does exactly what he said he would. He fucks me, brutally, so brutally the rock at my back grazes my skin but I don’t care. This is incredible. It’s raw, it’s angry and it’s us. This is how we do it. We don’t make love, we don’t do soft, we bite, claw, draw blood and we fuck like animals.
We fuck like we hate each other because we probably do.
I rip his head back by his hair so I can suck on his neck, marking him as mine for the first time, leaving a dark red oval beneath his ear in a place everybody can see even when he’s wearing a collar.
The sight of it has me spiralling, moving my hips desperately against his so he rubs all of those perfect parts. I come, pulsing and quivering around his cock, my limbs become weightless.
“Fuck, yes,” he cries, slamming into me one final time. We collapse onto the leaf-covered sand and he groans against my neck, “You made me tired.”
I shiver when his lips taste my damp skin.
“Don’t blame me,” I pant, “for your life choices.”
Sometime later, after an hour of me getting mad at him for trying to teach me to swim in an ocean where I’m freaking out, he takes me to the bar near where we parked and orders us some kind of honeyed ham and coconut dish and of course, rum. I feel like such a pirate. Drinking rum and eating ham on a beach in the middle of the ocean.
I eat my ham and salad, every so often flicking my gaze to the bag on the floor by Captain’s feet.
He too eats his food, moaning at how fresh it tastes. It’s heaven.
“We don’t always eat like we have on the ship, we usually have a freezer full of fresh meats to last us months,” he explains, sipping his drink and looking at the men at the table behind us. “You just came to us at a time when we were already running low on food.”
I give him an incredulous look. “I didn’t come to you, Calder. You took me.”
He blinks and then his eyes narrow on me. “Does it matter?”
Is he serious? “Of course, it matters. What kind of question is that?”
“Well seeing as we now share intimacies, I’d thought you’d perhaps forgiven me for taking you.”
Is he serious? “I… but… are you joking?”
“I’m pointing out a flaw in your ire.”
A flaw in my ire… I let that one sit for a moment. “I’ve been taking comforts where I can.”
“Comforts.” He drops his knife and fork and looks at me with his hands steepled under his chin. “Just comforts? I’m your safety blanket? Nothing else?”
Is he offended that I’ve used him? He’s used me too. What does he expect to come out of this?
“What else could you be, Calder? You kidnapped me.”
He stands suddenly, throws a few notes of a currency I don’t recognise onto the table and nods for me to join him. I burn the memory of the notes into my mind’s eye. Just another piece of evidence signalling my location.
We exit the bar with our bags in hand, with me trailing behind him. He’s really mad. I’ve definitely offended him.
“Where are we going?” I ask but he doesn’t reply.
It isn’t until we head towards the village and hit another small tiki-style bar that we come across Clunk.
