Yours Truly, Taddy (6 page)

Bad liar!

That’s probably why he hadn’t waked me sooner to swim; we’d get eaten. “Is your hand still bleeding?” Last thing I wanted was to get into shark infested waters with bait.

“A little. Not much.”

“What other choice do we have?” I glanced at the edges of the plane. In the short time I’d been awake, our sitting space had shrunk. This thing was going down.

“There is no other choice Mademoiselle. We must swim.”

I removed my life jacket and lifted my dress up over my head.

Leon eyed me once over.

“I’ll swim naked.” I grabbed the vest and fastened the straps over my bare breasts. Not since I was sixteen had I worn a bra.  

Now it was he who did the gaping. I laughed to myself and shimmied to the edge of the metal. Sticking my hand in the water, it wasn’t cold or warm.

He reached for his life jacket, pulling it over him. It barely fit.

“You look silly. Like it’s made for a child.”

He glanced down at the tag. “Says adult.”

“You’re kinda big, Leon.”

“And you are beautiful, Mademoiselle.” He grinned at me.

Leon made my head spin. The waves and blistering sun didn’t help either.  

Then he unzipped his pants. They fell by his feet. He’d gone commando.

My mouth felt dry.

His legs were thick. His cock was too. He wasn’t hard, but…I couldn’t imagine
that
as being what one would call soft either.

I gasped. Back in Miami, at the pool, I’d seen most of him. Well, not all of him. Leon Lartique was a sight so beautiful that I imagine no one could ever get used to staring at him. Every square inch of his body spoke magnificence.

For a nanosecond, I forgot what had brought us together and where we were. I closed my eyes, allowing the hot sun to take me over, if only for a minute….

Imagining we were back at his place, somewhere in France, maybe Marseille. Naked and aroused, we were in bed together.

“Mon chére, I want to make love,” Leon admitted.

“Me too.”

His tongue traced my lower lip before diving into my mouth. Leon’s right hand slid between my legs. Playfully at first, he touched me. We continued to kiss. Heat increasing, moving faster, his fingers sunk into me. 

My breath quickened. Self-consciously I tried not to pant. I wanted to.

He licked at his hand. “You taste like a bonbon.”

“Do I?” I’d never tried a bonbon before. I wasn’t that big on sweets. I hadn’t tasted myself before either. 

“Oui. Let’s get you nice and wet.” He pinched my clit sending a chill over my entire body. My nipples pebbled. “Touch yourself,” he instructed, as I caressed my breasts.

“Like this?” I asked, unfamiliar with being told what to do with my body. 

“You are séduisante.” His hazel eyes widened. He spoke seduction. 

“Thank you.” Like a horny girl who’d done this before (I hadn’t), I reached down and stroked his erection.

Then I remembered something that Vive had told me. “Honey, if you ever want to drive a man cray-cray in bed, you know get ‘em all sexually worked up till both of his heads are ready to explode—ya gotta express interest. Then without warning withdraw—act like you have better things to do than be in his arms.”

Taking her advice, I backed into the pillows, teasing him as if I could care less. I crossed my legs.

Leon sat up and grabbed at my knees. Making a tsk-tsk noise, he spread my legs wide. “I want you open for me. Always show me your beautiful pussy, mon chére.”

Vive’s tip had worked.

His jacked-up body framed mine. The head of his cock teased at my innocence. In the push-up position, he stared down at me. Leon was nothing but perfection.  

“Fuck me.” I hissed in his ear.

“Ready?” he asked.

“Yes. I’m yours. Do whatever you want with me.”

“Mademoiselle, are you ready?” he asked again. The arousing tone of his voice faded.

I blinked. “Huh?” Damn, only a fantasy. For sure, this crash had made me loopy. Maybe I did have a concussion after all. 

From the edge of the shrapnel, Leon stared at me. “We swim for a bit. If we get tired, we rest.”

“How?”

“Float on our backs. Hold hands.”

“What is this the Blue Lagoon?”

“Eh?”

“The movie? Brooke Shields?” He didn’t understand so I said, “Never mind.”

“See, if we drift too far. Then swim some more I may be able to pull you.”

“You’re not pulling me. I’ll be fine.” Without thinking a second longer, I jumped into the water.

Forget You SeaWorld!

“We have no effin’ clue where we are, maybe the Bermuda Triangle, feels more like some acid-induced trip to Willy Wonka’s Chocolate Factory. Maybe that’s just my wishful thinking. Regardless, I couldn’t imagine getting stuck on Eden Island with anyone else, other than my besties. For my BFF Taddy Brill, her pickle wasn’t over the fact that we were separated and stranded in paradise. No siree! She’s got much bigger fish to fry.” —Lex Easton, rock-n-roll royalty, girlfriend to Ford Gotti, freshman at Columbia University 

Wavegasm

Whatever hot dreamy state I was in over Leon, evaporated the second my feet left the barge. The saltwater blanketed every sore on my body.   

The only ocean I swam in as a kid was the Sylt beaches near Germany. My parents had an estate there. The stormy tides of the North Sea hadn’t prepared me for this. These waters were deep. Legs stiffening in hopes my tippy toes might scrape sand or seaweed—I kicked forward to the right, nothing. Then back to the left. Only the dense ocean rested underneath.
Damn.

“How deep is this water?” 

“About a mile,” Leon guessed. From the look on his face, he admired me. “You are brave, Mademoiselle.”

“Get in,” I bossed.

Feet together, he raised his arms up over his head, revealing his muscular frame. Sweet Jesus, even his underarms were sexy. He dove in beautifully. The life jackets prevented us from going completely under for more than a few seconds. His head skimmed the surface.

“Leon, wait!” I paddled east to catch up with him. What a showman.

He reached out, grabbing me into him. We almost kissed. God, I wanted to.

I glanced back at the piece of the plane, it was gone.

“If you get tired, tell me. Do not play tough with me.
Comprendre
?”

“I’ll be fine.”

“Taddy!” he said sternly.

Water gushed into my mouth. With an elegant turn of my head, I spit over my shoulder. 

“I mean it. You get fatigued, let me know. Promise? Or we go back to the barge and sit.”

“No. We can’t. It sank.” I splashed him.

His grip tightening, Leon’s face changed. “Do not be like that with me.”

“Like what?”

“All American—”

“What are you talking about?”

“I am not joking. You are my responsibility. I will not allow anything to happen to you.”

My heart melted. “Sorry. I promise. The second I get tired I’ll tell you.” I made a few strokes forward realizing the trip had been on my shoulders but now my life was on his. I didn’t know which felt worse. “How far do you think it is to Eden?”

“Hmm. Twenty miles. Maybe six hours of swimming.”

Leon and I didn’t talk. We couldn’t. All of our energy was spent on moving our bodies through the water.

Two hours must’ve passed, then another. The sun started to set.

My mind raced faster than my body could swim. I tried a few times to zone out and paddle forward. You know, get in that cardio trance where your breasts are jiggling, hair flying, and work the flip out.

Ugh.
I counted every second. One, kicking my legs, two, lifting my right arm up, three, stroke, followed by left arm up, stroke.

No matter how hard I swam, my fears worsened. The water overwhelmed me. I could almost make out a thin sliver of land, way ahead of us, but it seemed far. I gotta ask. “Leon…”

He stopped and turned around to face me.

“Will we make Eden before dark?”

“No—”

“What are we gonna do?”

“The moonlight can guide us,” Leon replied in all seriousness. However to me, he sounded almost romantic. I had to put my mind into some state of fantasy. Otherwise I’d go nuts with the reality of what we were doing: swimming for our life. “Need a break?”

“Please.” I wasn’t as tired as I thought I’d be. If anything, my fears supercharged me.

He swam over, put his arms around me, and asked, “Thirsty?”  

“Ah-huh, and hungry.”
Let’s not forget horny.

“Me too.” Leon brushed up me. I could’ve sworn I felt— “Sorry,” he muttered in a low voice.

“I’m not.”

“What?”

“You’re fine.”
Heck, you’re more than fine. Take me. Right here. Right now. 

His nose touched mine. Intent and close, we stared at each other as if we each only had one eye. I wrapped my arms, and then my legs, around him. His erection pressed up against me. Lowering my right hand, I glided my thumb against the head of his dick. Ever so slowly, with each trace of my finger over his cock, Leon’s devilish smile widened.

“Your body is tight. If you loosen your limbs, you might kick better.”

Trembling, I slipped a finger into the well of my cunt. I couldn’t help myself, Leon was right, every muscle in my body tensed. Not from the swim, but from being in his arms. He made me nervous and excited. Until meeting Leon this week, I’d never felt these urges as strongly as I did now. I held on to his shoulders, kissing him all over again.

“Maybe this will help you relax.” His hands, controlled and focused, found mine.

“Leon,” I whispered under my breath, unsure if we should.

“Let me touch you.” Kissing me, he pressed his fingers up against my g-spot. He knew exactly where to go. Even in the water, Leon hit it like a switch. Jesus!

Lip-to-lip, I whimpered into his mouth, moaning, calling out to him, “I want you.” A tingly sensation overcame the lower part of my body. “Oh, I’m going to—”

“Come for me, Mon chére.”
He spoke as if in my daydream. 

Just a little, right there, in the water, I came. Pulling him into me, I wasn’t going to stop. We didn’t have any condoms and I didn’t care. “Fuck me. I want you inside of me.” I needed him. I tightened my legs around his torso.

Forget the fact that we weren’t an item, let alone floating in the middle of the Atlantic Ocean, I never thought my first time would be casual.

Regardless of the formalities, being with Leon Lartique, right this very second, sharing my body with him, suddenly felt like the most meaningful thing I’d ever done. The importance of this meant more to me than graduating from Avon Porter, getting into college, or making my own money. This, right here, what we were sharing, was the truest expression of oneself.

My brain had been awake for years, in recent times so had my heart, but not until today had I thought much about my soul, about life and death. Leon touched my soul.