Masquerade

Sixteen

I wake up in a very uncomfortable position. In fact, it is surprising that I managed to sleep in such a position at all: on my back totally trapped under Jaron. One of Jaron’s legs, bent at the knee, is under my butt and the other is lying on top of my stomach. One of his arms is under my neck and the other is thrown across my body, the hand possessively covering my breast, and his head is buried in the crook of my neck.

For a few seconds I don’t move. Then I slowly start to extricate myself, mainly by bringing one of my arms up to remove the hand that is stuck on my breast. The moment my hand wraps around his wrist, his grip tightens and a small protesting sound comes from under my chin.

‘You owe me,’ a sleepy voice says.

I swivel my eyes down to the top of the dirty blond head. It looks very silky, like the head of a boy. ‘Owe you what?’

He lifts his head and looks at me. His eyes are green, but calling them green would be like calling Da Vinci’s Mona Lisa a painting. His eyes are like the carpet of moss that grows only on certain stones. It is fresh and bright and only found in secret gardens where humans don’t bring their business.

‘Don’t you remember?’ he says slowly. Right before my eyes, the colors of his gaze change. They seem more liquid and blue-green like the tropical ocean seen from the sky. He can’t decide if I am serious.

I shake my head. The action properly dislodges the headache that was hovering at the edges of my consciousness. Damn hangover.

He gets his arm from under my neck, lifts himself on his elbow and looks at me with surprise.

‘What is the last thing you remember?’

I dig through my mind. ‘I know I had a great time and that I absolutely love Bahamian people. I remember coming back on the boat. Oops, and nearly being sick overboard.’

‘Mmmm…’

‘Then I think we came back and went to bed, right?’

‘No, you promised me a lay, opened your legs wide and passed out.’

‘I did?’

‘I want to claim my lay now.’

‘Well, you can’t. I have a splitting headache,’ I say, frowning and exaggerating my malaise.

‘I’ll be so gentle you won’t even notice I’m inside you.’

‘Yeah, right.’

‘I’ll start and if you notice that I’m fucking you, just tell me and I’ll stop.’

‘Do you even know how big your dick is?’

‘Yeah, but I’m working hard to ruin you. After me, baby, all other men are going to be like shoving pencils into your vagina.’

In spite of myself I have to giggle. ‘Can’t you take no for an answer even once?’

‘No.’

‘Ah,’ I exclaim and suddenly find the entire lot of Jaron Fucking Rose lying on top of me.

‘Fine,’ I say, determined that I will be such a wet blanket that he will not enjoy it either.

He grins, and sprinting off me energetically and extremely lightly starts by targeting the one place he has found on my body that makes it impossible for me to resist. My big toe.

‘Ahhhhh…’

He takes my big toe out of his mouth. ‘Can you feel me yet?’

‘No.’

He puts his mouth back on my toe and sucks gently. Oh! Heaven. His large hands start traveling along my calves. I must really like him, I’ve shaved my legs. A fact that he has noticed and seems to appreciate. One by one he does all the toes. I wriggle them in his mouth and he swirls his tongue around them. It makes my body arch with pleasure. He puts the right foot down and takes the big toe of the other foot into his mouth and gives that a good ole suck too. By this time I can feel the heat of watching him suck my toes in my groin. He starts kissing the inside of the soles of my feet.

‘Ah fuck… Jaron.’

‘Did you feel that?’

‘No.’

His mouth moves along the inside of my calves and sucks at the backs of my knees. My thighs start trembling. He moves up until he is so close to my throbbing core I feel his breath on me when he obsequiously tells me, ‘If I’m making your headache worse, just tell me.’

‘All is still good,’ I croak, my sex aching for release.

He licks at the slit and then opens the lips with his fingers and even widens the passage with his fingers, but he doesn’t hang around very long. Maybe he knows I won’t last this morning. That I’m about to explode any moment now. He lifts himself to his knees. Raised in that position his hair catches a beam of morning light coming in through a gap in the curtains and glows like spun gold. I watch in awe as this blond god slides me down the bed and lifts my hips to the level of his.

And then he very deliberately, solemnly, and gloriously drives the full length of his thick, hard sex deep into me. Stretched wide and filled to the brim I gasp and weaken all over. The overwhelming impression is that of being impaled, possessed, and taken. With one arm he supports my hips while with the other he plays with my clit. The sensation of his slow and deliberate fucking and the relentless caressing circles he makes are hypnotic and irresistible.

My body drenches with pleasure. I feel myself float closer and closer to the edge and my hips start snapping against his so his thrusts become cruel too. That pushes me over the edge and my body arches so rigidly it lifts his body with mine and somewhere in my moment of exploding pleasure I hear his groan of release. Hot fluids fill me as I lay gasping.