Kandace and the Beast (3 page)

Time passes, but I don’t feel it.  It seems like only seconds ago I was walking down the beach.  Now I sit by the fire just outside Bastian’s shelter and watch the ocean grow darker as the sun sets.  There’s a shell with remnants of a meal on it, but I have no recollection of eating.  I don’t even recall leaving the shelter after the last roll on the towels with Bastian.

Wasn’t it starting to rain before?

Several ideas in my head don’t coincide with each other.  I should be sore, but I’m not.  In fact, I feel fantastic.  I can’t remember the last time I felt so good—so alive.  I’ve never felt so needed and protected as I do right now.  I’ve never been in a more serene setting.  Everything about this island is perfect.

Too perfect.

Bastian kneels behind me and wraps his arms around me, cupping my breasts from behind.  I feel first his breath and then the warmth of his mouth on my neck.  He trails kisses from my shoulder up to my neck and then back again.  He squeezes and massages my breasts, making my toes curl.  I can’t believe he’s already at it again, and I can’t believe how quickly my body responds to his touch.  I’m already wet, my clit already throbbing.  My pussy is practically screaming to have him inside of me again.  He’s completely insatiable, and I love every second of it.

It’s a distraction—a
perfect
distraction.

I ignore the words in my head.

Bastian continues to worship my neck and shoulders with his mouth.  His thumbs dance over my nipples, making them hard.  His chest is pressed firmly against my back, awakening my body yet again.  He’s driving me crazy in the very best possible way.

I want to turn the tables on him, so I place my hands over his and remove them from my tits before turning around to face him.  I place my hands on his broad shoulders and kiss him firmly before pushing him on his back in the sand next to the fire.  He leans back and grins up at me with one eyebrow raised.

I push on his thighs until he moves his legs out of the way, allowing me to get between them up on my knees.  I look down on his face and bite my lip.  His eyes grow dark with need as I start to run my hands over his thighs and hips.  I massage the muscles but don’t ever touch his dick even as it grows in response to my hands on his skin.  I watch it bob up and down as it juts out toward his stomach.  It’s magnificent.  I’m quite sure it is the most perfect cock in the world.

With one hand, I caress the tight ridges of his abs, still not touching the thick and hard shaft so close to my fingers.  Bastian growls, and I feel the tension in his muscles as my palm glides over his skin.

“You going to keep teasing me?” he asks.

“Maybe,” I say with a shrug.  “Maybe I just want to make sure you’re ready for me.”

“I don’t think my cock can get much harder,” he says.  “Believe me, babe—I am fucking ready.”

“I’m not so sure.”  I rise up on my knees and run both hands over his chest and shoulders.  “I mean, maybe what you need is a little relaxation.  I could just give you a massage until you fall asleep.”

“If your hands are on me,” he says, “there will be no sleeping.”

“Hmm…”  I tilt my head to the side and smile sweetly as I continue to run my hands over his firm muscles, still avoiding his luscious cock.  I can’t stop glancing at it, but I’m enjoying the look of agony on his face as I avoid touching it.  I slide back a little and poise my head over it, watching it flex off of his stomach as if it has a mind of its own, and it’s trying to reach out for me.   I lean forward again and look into his eyes.

“Stop stalling.”  There’s humor in his voice but also a dark undertone of warning.  “Wrap those lips around me.  I want to see how much you can take.”

I glance back down at the massive cock that is now just below my dangling breasts.  I didn’t really have a plan here, but now that’s he’s gone ahead and said it, I’m curious as well about how much of that thing I can get in my mouth.  I take a deep breath and get myself into position.

With one hand, I wrap my fingers around the base.  I stroke it slowly for a moment.  The sheath around the head is so soft and warm against my skin, and I love the sounds coming from Bastian’s throat as I run my palm over it.

Slowly, I wrap my lips around the head, and Bastian moans loudly.

“Oh, fuck, baby!  Yeah!”

Encouraged by his outburst, I take more into my mouth.  I feel like my cheeks are being stretched, and it’s hard to run my tongue along the length with it in my mouth, so I back off a bit, licking down the sides of his shaft and then around the head.  I use my hand around the base, trying to give sensation to his whole shaft, not just the part I can fit in my mouth.

I look up at him and find him staring down at me with dark, hooded eyes.  His chest rises and falls with his breaths, and he licks at his lips repeatedly.

“So fucking incredible,” he whispers.

I grin around his dick and suck him in as far as I can.  He clenches his eyes shut, and he reaches down to grasp the back of my head with one hand.  His fingers massage my head slowly as I run my tongue up and down the shaft of his cock again.

I can taste precum in my mouth as I pull back and lick around the head.  It’s salty but not bad at all.  I take as much as I can back in my mouth and suck hard as Bastian moans again.

Moving faster, I bob up and down over his dick, licking and sucking as I go.  Bastian’s fingers grip my hair, but he doesn’t push on my head.  He lets me set my own pace, but I can feel his hips rising up slightly, demanding more.  I suck harder.  I try to take him in deeper until the head of his cock hits the back of my throat, and I have to pull back to keep from gagging.

With a loud, wordless growl, Bastian reaches down and grabs me by the shoulders.  He lifts me up, and for a moment, I think he’s just going to impale me on his dick, but he doesn’t.  He shifts me around, grabs my legs, and pulls my pussy to his mouth.  He wraps his arm around my backside and then reaches down to take his dick in his hand.

“Don’t stop,” he commands as he guides it back to my mouth.

Using my hands to hold me up, I balance myself on the sand and take his cock between my lips again.  Keeping up with the suction, I go down as far as I can, still keeping one hand wrapped around the base as I feel Bastian’s tongue slide between my legs.  He circles my clit with the tip of his tongue, grabs both my ass-cheeks with his hands, and shifts me a little so he can plunder my pussy with his mouth.

I can’t concentrate on what I’m doing.  The feeling of his tongue stroking my clitoris and up and down my folds is too much.  My thighs keep clenching.  I keep moaning.  Every time I moan around Bastian’s dick in my mouth, he moans in turn, sending vibrations all through my body.  He presses the flat of his tongue against me, and I scream, nearly choke, and have to pull back.

“Jesus, Bastian!  Agh!”  I angle my hips, pressing myself into his face as his grip on my ass gets tighter.  He’s relentless, and I shudder as I come.

In a flash, he’s on top of me.  I don’t even feel the motion; I’m just suddenly on my back in the sand, and his mouth is covering mine.  I can taste myself on him as he kisses me, and his tongue explores my mouth as he lines up to impale me again.

The thrust is hard and fast.  It’s followed by many, many more.  I can’t catch my breath.  I can only give in to him—allowing him to use me in whatever way he wants.  His hands grip my hips as he pulls my body up against him with each stroke.  As hard as he’s pounding into me, it should be painful.  It’s not.  It’s fast, furious, and wonderful.

Suddenly, Bastian pulls out of me and grabs my hips, flipping me over to my stomach.  With one arm wrapped around my middle, he pulls me to my knees, and I feel the pressure of his cock at my back door.

“Bastian…I don’t know.”  I’ve never done this before.  I’ve never even considered letting a man take me this way, but with Bastian…with Bastian, anything is possible.

“I’ll go slow,” he says in a soft whisper.  I feel his breath on the back of my neck.

“Don’t we need lube or something?”  I remember girlfriends talking about the necessity of lube for anal sex, and I’m pretty sure there isn’t a bottle of Astroglide for miles.

“Coconut oil.”  As he says the words, I feel a cool, wet sensation between my ass cheeks.

I have no idea from where he might have produced coconut oil.  I shake my head slightly, trying to make sense out of what’s happening.  I can’t.  There’s a certain logic to coconut oil being available on an island, but it’s a flawed logic, and it doesn’t fit the circumstances.

Did he use it when he was cooking?

I don’t recall him cooking, either.

“I swear, it will be fine,” Bastian says.  “You’re going to love it.”

I’m not as convinced as he is, but I try to relax as I nod my head and bite down on my lip.  I breathe through my nose to keep myself in check as I feel the hard head of his cock slide up against me.  He grasps my cheeks, spreading them as he leans over me.  It’s a strange sensation as he starts to push inside of me.  There is no pain, just pressure.

“Oh, fuck, Kandace…your ass feels incredible.  It’s so tight.  You saved this for me, didn’t you?”

“Only…you…”  I grunt the words, barely able to make the sounds at all.  “Oh, shit…Bastian!  That feels….that feels…”

“Shh.”  His warm breath coats my neck and back.  “Just feel it, baby.  Just feel my cock in you.”

I groan, and he pushes farther inside.  He goes slowly, just as he said he would, and the sensation of being completely and totally filled is almost too much.

“Bastian!” I cry out.

“I told you,” he says with a grunt.  “I told you it would be good.  You like it, don’t you, babe?  You like my cock in your ass?”

“Yes!  Yes!” I scream.

He adds the pressure of his fingers on my clit, circling as he starts to thrust slowly.  I clench around him, enjoying the moans that erupt from his mouth.

“God, Kandace!  You’re going to make me come too soon.  You’re so tight on my cock.  It’s never felt this good before.”

His fingers move faster, and I push back against him.  The pace increases, and my body begins to shake with the effort of holding myself up on all fours.  I can feel his balls slapping against my pussy with every stroke.  Bastian rubs at me with one hand, and the other reaches around to cup my breast, pinching my nipple until I’m screaming his name over and over again.

“That’s it, baby!” he cries.  “Come for me!”

My whole body tightens, every muscle flexing to push harder against him.  The pressure inside of me is too much.  My clit explodes, taking the rest of me with it.  At the same time, Bastian tilts his head up to the darkening sky and screams like an animal.

Bastian keeps his grip tight around my waist, keeping me from falling into the sand as my legs give out.  He drops his head to my shoulder and slides in and out of me a few more times before he lets out a long breath.  He pulls out, leaving my skin to the cooling night air, and lies on top of me, pressing my chest to the ground.

His weight becomes a bit much, and he realizes this before I have to say anything about it to him.  He rolls to one side, his arms still wrapped protectively around me, and I place my head on his shoulder.  We breathe in time with each other, and even our hearts beat with the same rhythm.

The fire still burns brightly beside us though I have no memory of someone adding logs to the flames.  I roll to my back and place one hand on my chest to feel my heart beat beneath my fingers.  The moon and stars brighten the otherwise black sky.  The only sounds are our rapid breathing and the waves crashing onto the rocks near the beach.

We lay in silence for some time.  Bastian strokes my hair, and I run my hand over his chest and abs, following along the edges of every muscle.  I trace the tips of my fingers over the rounded curve of his bicep.  I feel him flex the muscle, and I grin up at him.  He’s so strong—such a completely perfect specimen of a man—he doesn’t seem real.  I think about what he’s done to get into the physical shape he is in and look into his eyes.

“I know who you are.”

He tilts his head and looks back at me silently.  His eyes narrow a little, and I quickly clarify.

“I mean, I know what you do…or did…for a living.”

“I don’t want to talk about that.”  He sits up and wraps his arms around his knees, leaning over his legs and staring at the ground.

“I wasn’t going to ask you to talk about it,” I say as I sit up beside him.  “I’m not looking for details, but I know, and I wanted you to know that I know.”

Bastian doesn’t respond.  Instead, he stands and takes me by the hand, leading me back to the shelter as the wind picks up and starts blowing the fronds around on the roof.  We sit together near the towels, but Bastian’s eyes remain unfocused, as if he’s lost in his own thoughts of the past.

The wind is picking up, and the first drops of rain begin to fall.  The moment we’re inside, the pounding on the roof drowns out all other sounds.

Didn’t I just see the moon and the stars in the clear sky?

The thought is gone almost immediately.  Bastian leans against the wall of the shelter, and I sit between his legs and relax against his chest as he wraps his arms around me protectively.