I pressed against him and ran my hands down his back. It felt as magnificent as I had imagined, and I moaned as I pushed into him harder. A guttural groan escaped his lips as he pulled back from me slightly. I didn’t know if this was real or part of the act.
“I’m so hard right now. I want to fuck you very badly, Bianca.” His eyes bored into mine, unsmiling.
“Don’t look so happy about it,” I quipped back with my heart racing.
“This is no time to be making jokes.” He pulled me toward him, hard.
“I wasn’t joking,” I whispered, and shifted against him slightly.
He gasped as my hand accidentally brushed against his cock, and he grabbed it. “Don’t tease me.” He held my hand in his, and I swallowed hard.
“I’m not teasing you.” I shook my head at him, not sure what he was talking about.
“You feel this?” He brought my hand to his briefs and pressed it against his cock. “I’m rock hard right now,” he muttered. “I want to push you down onto the ground and fuck you so hard that you’ll forget that you met me only two days ago.”
I swallowed hard as my palm pressed against him. I could tell that he wasn’t lying. He was hard and thick against my hands, and it took everything in me to not grab him and squeeze him between my fingers.
“So what are you going to do?” I finally spoke, and he sighed.
“We’re just going to go to sleep.” He dropped my hand. “Though that’s going to be hard for me. Ignore the unintended pun.” He winked down at me.
“So this isn’t awkward or anything.” I took a step back and gently rubbed my bruised lips.
“You look so sexy.” He sighed as he stared at me. “I want to push you down on all fours and take you from behind. I’ll pull your hair as I enter you, and you’ll scream out my name.” He cleared his throat then. “Come on. Let’s just get some sleep.”
“Are you sure you don’t need to take care of business first?” I stared at his crotch meaningfully as he laughed.
“Do you need to take care of business?” He looked down at my crotch, and I crossed my legs. There was no way I was going to let him know how heavy and wet my panties felt.
“I’m fine,” I lied, and walked back to where our clothes were. “I’m going to sleep now.”
“I’ll join you.” He walked besides me. “Hopefully tomorrow we can figure out some answers.”
“Yeah.” I nodded. “I sure hope so.” I sat back down and stretched out on the sand.
Jakob lay behind me and spooned me. I felt his cock press into me as his arms slid around my waist, but I didn’t complain this time. I didn’t even think about how right it felt to be wrapped in his arms when I had only just met him.
I wished that I could call Rosie then to figure out what she thought. She was probably panicking right now. She’d left me at the table to go to the washroom and when she’d come back, I was gone. Whoever had kidnapped me had to have dosed the wine I’d been given. That meant it had been premeditated, which meant it wasn’t a mistake that I was here, as I’d partly hoped. Someone had wanted me, Bianca London, on this island for a reason. A reason I thought I knew. Until I realized that I wasn’t alone. I thought I knew why I was here, but why were Jakob and Steve with me. I had nothing guiding me as to why.
I shivered slightly as I realized the severity of the situation. Jakob’s hands wrapped around my body tightly, and I snuggled back into his arms and closed my eyes. I didn’t know if I liked Jakob all that much, though, I was wildly attracted to him. But I was definitely glad that I was here with him and not alone. I would never admit it to him but being wrapped in his arms made me feel safe—well, as safe as I could feel in this situation. My mind drifted to Rosie and the package. I was praying that she’d found it in her handbag and had gone to the police. She might not understand what all the papers meant, but someone in the police department should. Hopefully it would at least lead them in the direction of the Bradleys.
I fell asleep quickly. I guess the day had exhausted me, and even though I wanted to enjoy being cuddled next to Jakob, I couldn’t keep my eyes open. My dreams were sweet and delicious, and I didn’t want them to end. However, a hand fondling my right breast stirred me out of my slumber. My eyes opened slowly, and I realized that I couldn’t have slept for very long. The sun hadn’t risen yet. I lay still for a second and felt Jakob’s hand groping my breast.
“Jakob,” I hissed as his fingers pinched my nipple. I shifted away and groaned as I realized that I was firmly ensconced in his arms. “Jakob, are you awake?” I murmured, but there was no response from him.
I lay there for a second, wondering what I should do, when I heard a light snore coming from behind me. So he was asleep—unless he was faking it. And I didn’t think he was faking it. I grabbed his arm and pushed it down to my waist. My breast felt abandoned for a few brief seconds, but I soon began to drift off again myself.
I was almost asleep, when I felt his fingers running back and forth across my stomach. I felt slightly self-conscious as his fingers unconsciously caressed me. I definitely didn’t have abs or a flat stomach, and that was obvious to anyone who touched me. I didn’t move his hand though. I enjoyed the feel of his fingers against my warm skin. It was harmless, and it wasn’t like he knew. I smiled to myself as I lay there and snuggled back into him.
I closed my eyes again and imagined what it would feel like to make love to him. Would he be a skillful lover? I supposed he had to be. I imagined that he would be if his kiss was anything to go by. He would probably be very alpha and dominant. He seemed the sort to like control. I wondered if he was into BDSM or other kinky stuff. He had mentioned the Marquis de Sade to me earlier. What if he tried to take me over his lap and spank me? I shivered as I imagined his hands on my ass again. Only this time, he wasn’t caressing my ass—he was being rougher.
I moved backward slightly as I felt myself becoming turned on. My dream was so vivid that I could almost feel his hands teasing and tormenting me. My dream became dirtier as his fingers moved from my ass to my panties. His fingers gently rubbed the skin at the top of my panties for a few seconds before moving forward and sliding between my legs.
He was testing the waters at first, because he slid only one finger gently down to my panties. My legs parted involuntarily as another finger joined the first one, and his movements grew rougher and more urgent. I moaned as his fingers rubbed against my panty-covered clit. I wanted to feel his fingers directly on my skin. I wanted to feel him inside me.