Charity's Passion (4 page)

He rubs the scar from my healed bullet wound and I can see the fleeting pain in his soul. There’s an easy way to distract him from those bad memories, and I let my finger move from his nipple to the valley between his chest muscles, then further down between the rows of stomach muscles that each contract under my gentle stimulation. I trace around his bellybutton and my hand is already touching his begging cock.

All I can see in his eyes now is hunger; raw, and endless.

With only a second to spare, my hand wraps around his girth and tugs. That’s when I hear his wonderfully exciting growl, the one that comes when the animal in him is awakened.

The gentleness is gone.

Thank Christ!

Justin pulls my head back by my hair and his other hand is instantly in my wet labia. “I’m going to ruin this quiet sanctuary with your agonizing screams and shouts of pleasure. There will be no soft orgasm for you.”

It’s hard to think with his fingers diving into my wetness and stroking my G-spot.

"I’m going to give you what you’re asking for—you better be ready!”

Suddenly he rolls on top of me, spreading my legs wide, and stuffs his huge cock in me to its hilt. My entire body feels it, as if the tip of him has hit some magic button inside. His hands have my legs by the backs of my knees and he’s thrusting himself in and out of me with graceful ease. I’m pinned under him at his will, feeling the pulsing and tightening of an orgasm starting.

Around us, the late sun trickles through the palm leaves in shredded slices that make perfect lines across our bodies. I reach up between my own legs and grab his hips, pulling him in harder. Our wet bodies literally slap together when his hips pound against the back of my thighs and his rod is ramming in and out of me. My squeals and screams fill the air and I’m sure if anyone is on the beach they can hear me clearly.

There’s a breeze moving through the tiny space where I can feel it on the wetness dripping down my ass that his manhood has pulled out of me with each fantastic thrust. The pulsing inside my core is growing stronger. I’m going to cum surrounded by his muscles, staring up at the colors of a sunset through the shady trees.

Oh fuck!

It’s getting closer; he’s pumping it out of me and moaning in pleasure. Justin moves his right hand off my leg and I feel his fingers on my swollen clit, strumming it viciously. This is more than I can take.

“Take me, Justin!”

Our eyes find each other. “I love you, Warrior. I don’t know what you do to me, but I never want it to end.”

As usual, his voice puts me over the edge. It rolls and vibrates straight through my warrior parts. I dig my hands into him further and slam him into me.

“I’m cumming, Justin. I’m cumming for you. Holy Christ!”

Thank fucking Christ it's here. He rubs my clit and keeps a steady pace gliding into me until there’s nothing more to give. The base of him grinds against my mound over and over and the surging of my orgasm swells to my begging and pleading peak. One final growl escapes my chest and then my climax slowly descends in a flurry of love and praise.

I lay back and let the bliss wash over me for a quick moment, but it doesn’t last. Justin backs up to his knees. “Get up,” he demands with a promising grin as he looks down at me. It’s in my best interest to listen to him, so I smile and stand up. “Over there,” he orders, motioning at one of the palm trees, the one with a low sloping trunk.

He has me reach up and grab the tree, and uses the top of my bathing suit to tie my arms around it. I’m surprised how well he’s able to secure me.

Suddenly, there are hands everywhere; caressing my back, tweaking my nipples. I feel him sliding down my ass with his tongue, licking the salt off me and enjoying every inch. I’m not complaining; every second is glorious. Justin stands at my side and hooks the fingers of his left hand into my G-spot. His stiffness is pressed firmly into my side, grinding on me uncontrollably, and I see him getting ready to smack my ass, drawing his hand back. “Do it, Baby. Smack my ass and make it sting for me.”

WHACK!

God damn! That hurt so fucking good.

Two more of his fingers dip into my wet opening and jab feverishly into my G-spot. We both know he will make me cum again. His thumb massages my clit with a firm up and down motion in rhythm with the fingers inside me. Several smacks on my ass later and I feel a second climax coming. I beg him to finish me and that puts him into a lust-filled frenzy.

My hips are bucking at his hand. “I want you to touch my ass,” I growl, letting any shyness disappear. “I want to feel you on both sides.”

Justin never disappoints. His other hand stops smacking me and gently slips between the now hot cheeks of my ass. My heart thumps with the excitement and instantly the second climax is on the edge.

“Hurry!” I plead, my voice cracked with anticipation so much that I sound like I’m crying. Finally his middle finger dips into my ass the slightest bit.

KABOOM!
I’m exploding.

“Holy fuck! Holy fuck, Justin!”

Justin growls. “Cum for me. I love you. I need you to cum for me.”

The sensation of having my clit and G-spot being pinched together, rolling under his thumb and fingers, is unbelievable; it almost feels like my bladder is emptying there’s such a rush between my legs. My cum runs over his hand in a slick river. I even feel it dripping through my thighs toward his other hand.

It’s so much stimulation at once. I find my body trembling as Justin makes sure to finger the climax completely out of me, until I can’t take his touch anymore and I’m squeezing my knees together to crush his hand away, begging him to stop while I try to breathe.

He doesn’t give me much time, he doesn’t have it to give. There’s no patience left in him, not even for himself. Justin throws my left leg over the leaning tree I’m tied to and suddenly I’m straddling and hugging it, its smoothness rubbing the length of my stomach and between my breasts. For effect, I raise up onto my toes and arch my back, opening and offering my warrior parts up to him.

Gratefully, I feel him mounting me like some fucking animal in the woods. The front of his thighs press against the backs of mine. His hands each grab a breast, pinching my nipples gently. Finally his hard cock sinks into my dripping heat and his growl roars out toward the sea.

I buck backwards toward him. “Fuck me, Justin! Fuck me hard!”

He gently twists my nipples and I feel it make my vaginal opening convulse, bearing down on his manhood. He pounds me hard, slamming me into the tree, giving me exactly what I ask for.

“Pull my hair and fuck me, Justin.”

One breast is released and my hair is wrapped up into his hand as he leans closer to my ear. “I’ll pull your hair and I’ll fuck you harder, but it’s because that’s how I want you.” His mouth presses into the tender area behind my ear.

I love how he talks, it makes me buck backward even harder, causing the whole God damn tree to shake now. He moves both of his hands to my hips, digging in firmly, yanking me down on him until he begins to shout in ecstasy. The firmness of his body covers me in a blanket of heat and sex, every inch of him screaming how much he wants me, and we’re both trembling from that.

He’s there, ready. “Fuck me harder, Justin! I’m begging.” His climax explodes. His wonderful body convulses around me, muscles twitching everywhere. I thrust against him to keep his cock sliding in and out of me even after his hips have lost control. His grunts of release fill the air until he begins to recover and I ride out the surges of his ecstasy. Eventually he collapses on my back with huge bursts from his lungs blowing down my neck.

Justin unties my hands and we drop to our blanket in the sand and catch our breath. It’s actually starting to get dark out now. The sun must be below the horizon and we’re lit only in the last bit of its glow.

That was absolutely amazing, more than I'd ever fantasized about. His hands caress me slowly for a minute.

I feel safe right here, and I wish we could stay.

MY PARENTS BROUGHT US
to the airport this morning to say goodbye. Shain has the Hawker all ready for the flight back, and is putting our bags in for us. My eyes squint against the spears of light stabbing at them. The bright sun is glinting off the white body of the plane as if it’s wet. Even Shain looks bright today, his smile hardly contained in his usual nervous, professional manner. It’s good to see him. My fears are already settling, knowing we’ll be back in the safety of our team soon.

“You guys are going to be careful, right?” Mom asks through a wide grin. She has a new shirt on that reads "
Welcome to Marathon.
" It makes it so hard to believe that she’s not a tourist anymore, but she doesn’t give a crap. I love that about her.

“Mom, we’re in great hands,” I say, motioning at Shain. He throws me a quick smile that's well hidden from Justin.

My father throws his heavy arms around Justin and pats him on the back. I see how the display of kindness stuns Shain completely and I almost laugh right out loud. Mom gets him next and I see her eyes glass over. They don’t want us to go, not at all. When it’s safe we’ll come back and stay longer.

“I love you Baby,” my father’s voice booms as he surrounds me with his arms. “I’m gonna miss you.”

Damn him for making my eyes wet.

“I love you Daddy. Make sure you take care of Mom like you always do.”

“You know I will,” he laughs.

The bags are all in the plane; there was just the three of them. “Let us know when you’re ready,” Shain tells us as he climbs into the Hawker. I see Anne, Justin’s stewardess, behind him inside, politely waiting for us.

Mom hasn’t been right all morning, and it’s not just that she’s sad to see us go. If that was the case, she wouldn’t be as giddy as she is. Dad told her; there’s no other reason for her silliness. There’s so much excitement bottled up inside her that if she’s not careful she may literally pop. I can’t blame her, but it’s not helping me hide my own feelings. Whenever she looks at me or Justin there’s a freaking sparkle in her eye, an actual twinkle that screams her approval. Several times now I’ve caught Dad trying to get her to knock it off before she gives it up. I give her a long, tight hug that seems to calm us both.

A few moments later and we are waving from the stairs and climbing onboard the Hawker. This is nearly as hard as it was when I left them in PA.

Inside, it’s much cooler with the sun off our backs. Justin is behind me, his eyes on my ass I’m sure, as I smile at Anne. I wasn’t expecting Malcolm to be sitting in the back row and my heart damn near jumped out of my chest when I found someone there. There’s a smile on Justin’s face. “I told you to be ready for anything,” he teases.

Point taken.
Fucker
!

He nods at Malcolm, who nods back easily. “I want him around more until this thing is over. Shain and Anne are great with the normal use of the plane, but they’re not security, not prepared for anything like what’s coming."

Anne was close enough to hear that. Her face turns white in a split second, scared, but Justin gives her a look. Like fucking magic, her face returns to the normal fakeness he demands. I’m sure he’s explained things to Shain, but Anne doesn’t need to know.

This is exactly why I wanted to get back to New York. I love that Malcolm is here watching the Hawker and our backs, but it does bring a whole new level of real. It could have been Brian Marker in the back of the plane, and I would been dead already.

When we get home, things are going to be different—my eyes have to be open.

“
H
ey lady, how was the trip?” Melissa asks. It’s so fucking good to hear her voice right now. Unable to contain myself any longer, I called her needing my friend.

“It was really great,” I tell her. “And Mom and Dad seemed to enjoy having us there.”

“Of course they did. They miss the hell out of you,” she says, sure of herself even though she hasn’t spoken to them recently. “How’s the place? What’s it like?”

“Oh my God, Melissa, it’s beautiful. Huge windows, palm trees all around. It’s smaller than their old one, less rooms, but they’re so much bigger—their bedroom is
ginormous
! We had such a good time with them there. They’re so cute with each other now; they’re like little kids all over again.”

“As they should be,” she says as-a-matter-of-factly. “They’ve been your parents for years—now they get to be themselves again.” She’s delighted for them and doesn’t try to hide it at all. Wait until I tell her why I’m calling; why I waited until Justin was not around.

Suddenly I’m so fucking excited all over again, and right now I don’t have to hide it. I need to tell someone, and it needs to be my best friend, the only one that knows everything that I know, what I’ve been through—even what we’re still going through. My pulse is ripping through me with a vengeance for having been stifled since Florida.

“You should be happy for them,” Melissa continues.