Savage (5 page)

I wasn’t sure when I’d stopped breathing, but I had. I was so wet from his words and feeling his cock in my hand that it was running down my legs. “Then what are you waiting for?”

When my thumb swirled around the tip of his cock, I felt a pearl of pre-cum. I lifted my thumb to my lips and sucked it into my mouth, sighing as I tasted him.

He’d barely even touched me, yet I could already feel my orgasm building from the taste of him and his words still firing in my head.

Glancing at the ground behind me, he lifted his chin. “I’m waiting for you to get on all fours and show me you want the same.”

My nipples hardened at the rumble in his voice. Letting go of his cock, my hands slipped under the shoulders of the coat, slowly letting it fall down my arms. When Grant’s gaze dropped from my face, his throat bobbed as he roamed my chest. As his eyes dropped down my stomach, landing on my pussy, the corners of his eyes creased. I looked down with him, unable to miss the glistening wetness coating my body down there. The ache to feel him moving inside me became too much to bear. Turning around, I slowly lowered onto my hands, digging my knees into the cool sand.

Behind me, Grant’s breaths were ragged as I heard him stir from his position. He didn’t touch me as he moved up behind me, making me feel like I was choking on my heartbeat. “Make sure this is what you want.”

“Why?” I panted, tipping my hips up higher, needing him to sheath himself inside me before I passed out.

“Because once I have you, I’m going to want you again right after. And again right after that.” His palms drilled into the meat of my backside, kneading me roughly. “You give me your body now, you’ll give it to me again. Whenever I ask you to. Whenever I feel my cock stir, it will be your body that sates it. I’ve waited for this for a long time, and if you give yourself to me in this way, you won’t know a reprieve from either my cock pumping inside you or my cum running out of you.” One of his hands skimmed down my ass, pausing outside of my opening. He grunted when he felt fresh wetness spill from me. “I’ve been patient for a long time. Let me mate with you like the animal I’ve become, and I’ll never be patient again. Are you sure you’re ready for that? Are you sure you know the magnitude of my need?”

Even as he asked his questions, I felt him lower his cock into me. My fists curled into the sand as his tip shoved inside me, drawing a rumbling groan from him that echoed across the ocean. I struggled to hang onto my last remnant of reasoning before I became consumed by raw desire. Rolling my hips back enough to take more of him inside me, I shrieked in pleasure. This was my first time, but it felt like what I’d been made to do. To be intimate with another soul. To share my body with his. To give and receive the kind of pleasure I’d only heard about.

I should have been nervous and anxious and, with a cock the size of his, squirming as he inched into me, but I felt nothing but fire and oneness and unadulterated pleasure building inside me like it was about to explode.

Stilling my hips just long enough to look back at him, I lifted an eyebrow. “Are you sure you can handle my need?”

His face was drawn up like he was holding himself back, every muscle in view straining through his skin. As he crept deeper into me, taking my virginity in one slow stroke, he didn’t blink or look away until he’d seated himself so far inside me, I could feel his pelvis grinding into my ass. My cry filled the quiet night while a ragged breath spilled from his mouth.

“I can handle whatever you give me,” he said, his voice an octave deeper than normal as he pulled back. “Whatever you want from me. I can handle it all. I’ll take care of every need you have. I’ll take care of
you.
”

Staring back at him, I knew his words weren’t empty. He’d been taking care of me since the night the ocean should have claimed my life. He’d been taking care of me every moment since, this moment included.

Thrusting back into me, his arms came around me as his chest lowered into my back. His head fell beside mine as he took my body, giving his to me at the same time.

“I’m not going to last long this round, and it would be pointless to even try holding off,” he rasped in my ear before sucking at my lobe. “Your body’s so goddamned perfect, your pussy handmade for my cock to fuck, I doubt I’m ever going to be able to last long inside you.”

His thrusts became harder, rocking my body below his, forcing moans out of me as I reveled in the feel of his cock filling me with each thrust. This was what I’d been missing. All of this time, I’d been missing this. I’d been missing
him
. The way he made me feel safe and wanted and like I was the damn queen of his world. The way he worshipped my body and the way mine drove him over the edge of sanity and reason.

God, everything I’d been looking for had been right here, on this beach, in this man, half a world away from where I’d spent the past twenty-four years.

“But don’t you worry. I’ll be taking good care of you after this. I’ll be taking good care of you always.” He grunted, his hips bucking against mine.

I panted, feeling my orgasm spiraling closer with every touch, with every word, with every stroke of his powerful steel. “You already are.”

“I’m going to take care of you right now because I want to feel your pussy working my cock when I fill you with my cum. I want to feel your pussy jacking me off good, baby. Because as soon as I’ve drained the last drop of myself into you, I’m going to flip you onto your back, put my head between your legs, and fuck you with my mouth so many times, you’re going to be begging for my cock again.”

“God, Grant,” I moaned, my head throwing back against him as my legs quivered from what was building inside me.

“I can’t wait to see how you taste, baby. I can’t wait to discover how I taste on you. I can’t wait until I can shove my tongue up this tight channel before sucking your clit until your hips are bucking so hard against me, my neck could snap. I want your pleasure. It’s mine. So give this one to my cock so your next one can belong to my tongue.”

My hips were rocking back to meet each of his thrusts now. I was seemingly unable to feel him deep or hard enough. “Yes,” I breathed, my body shuddering as my orgasm surged to the surface.

“That’s right. I’m there. I want your pussy getting me off when I come. Get me off, baby. Get me off good.”

His head fell outside of mine, his words so strong they echoed through my body. Right as my body seized from the first pulse of pleasure radiating through me, Grant grabbed my chin and tipped my head toward his. His forehead folded and I felt his cock kick inside me as my pussy milked the first ribbon of cum from him.

“I want your eyes on mine when you come. I want to see what my body does to yours. I want your eyes when I fill you with my seed.” Beads of sweat were forming along his face, his pupils dilating as he thrust into me over and over, his orgasm never seeming to end. He was still fucking me when I started to feel our combined cum spilling down my legs.

As the last of my orgasm shot through me, all the strength in my body dissipated. Had it not been for his strong arm around me, I would have crashed into the sand. His breath was hot and hard outside my ear, his body damp with sweat and hard against mine. His cock stayed buried deep inside me, our shared release still running down my legs.

As his arm tightened around me, his mouth clamped down on my neck, sucking at the delicate skin until I shuddered. He released it with a wet pop, his cock coming back to life inside me.

“Mine,” he husked before flipping me on my back.

A
s the first
colors of morning had started to light the sky, my body tensed before spilling into shudders again. I’d lost count of how many times it had happened, but it could just as easily have been a million times as it was a dozen.

We’d spent one magical night together, but with today came the feeling that I’d known Grant all of my life. Whatever bond we’d forged in the weeks we’d spent together, whatever connection we’d drawn last night through the union of our bodies, tied us together in a way where time didn’t play a factor. There was no end, no beginning, no before, no after. There was now, and only right now. There was him, and only him.

Grant kissed the insides of my legs after he’d sucked the last ripple of pleasure from me. “Mercy?”

A grin spread across my face as my fingers combed through his hair. “No way.”

A grunt came from deep in his chest. “Insatiable.”

“I warned you.”

“Yes,” he breathed, skimming his nose along my sex, “you did.”

I giggled when his whiskers scratched my skin. “Mercy for you?”

I circled my hips, inviting him back despite the tender ache throbbing between my legs. As promised, he’d taken me again, and again . . . and again. He’d taken me like a wild, savage beast driven by impulse and commanded by instinct. He’d mated my body with his, breeding me until his cum had been running out of me like a stream.

In between each time he shoved his cock back into me, he’d thrown me on my back and sucked me off until I was exhausted. Then he’d put me on all fours and take his, each time demanding I came with him. Each time ensuring my pussy got him off as he went off inside me.

“Hell, no,” he stated emphatically, crawling up my body and gathering me in his arms. “But how about an intermission? A lot’s happened since yesterday, and I’d like to have you in my arms while I work on catching up.” He repositioned the lab coat so it was laid out beneath me on the sand, then he curled me to his chest, ringing one arm around my waist and another behind his neck as he looked up at the lightening sky.

“I’ll say a lot’s happened, Dr. Bridger.” I smiled down at his groin. Despite the “intermission,” it looked like his erection hadn’t gotten the memo.

“Thank you for that.” His lips pressed into my temple. “For last night. That was . . .”

I waited as he continued to struggle to find the right words. “That was what?”

“The best fucking thing to happen to anyone ever,” he settled on at last. “That’s what that was.”

I couldn’t have put it better if I’d tried. “Says the man who’s been alone on a deserted island for years.” I glanced at him and winked. “I could have laid there like a cold fish and you would have been just as happy.”

He chuckled, his chest gently bouncing my head. “Well, I’m glad you didn’t just lay there like a cold fish. And I’ve been alone far longer than the years I’ve been on this island.”

My eyebrows came together. “What do you mean?” I knew he was a doctor, but not much else about him. This was probably a good time to fill in the blanks before we got back to fulfilling each other’s desires.

He swallowed, his eyes going somewhere else. “My parents died when I was young, and I spent most of my formative years being raised by an old uncle who didn’t know the first thing about affection, nor did he have the desire to learn it. I think that was what encouraged me to work so hard in school that I could graduate early—so I could be out on my own.”

As his story unfolded, I lifted up onto my elbow so I could look at him.

“I finished my undergrad at twenty, med school two years later, and I was an official MD by the time I turned twenty-five. I worked in a pediatrics’ hospital in the oncology department in Boston for five years, before the cases I dealt with took their toll and I decided I needed to try something else. I was tired of being alone and watching children suffer then die, only able to help ease their suffering or temporarily prolong their lives. I was tired of having no one to come home to and find comfort in at the end of a long day. So I left the States and signed up to help an international organization that helps children in impoverished countries.” His eyes drifted from the sky to mine for a moment, his hand pressing deeper into my waist. “I hoped that in some way, out here, away from everything I’d known, that I’d find the meaning and purpose I’d spent most of my life searching for. I hoped I’d find someone to share life with, instead of spending the rest of mine alone.” He paused to take a breath. As he exhaled, he drew me closer. “I was looking for you.”

I smiled, raising a brow. “You were looking for me?”

He nodded once. “I might not have known your name or what you looked like or where or when I’d meet you, but yes, I was looking for
you
.”

Something in my chest felt like it was melting. My heart or my lungs or my soul . . . or everything in between.

“And you know my name now?” I asked once I could form words again.

He grinned. “You, Jane. Me, Tarzan.”

The playfulness on his face and in his words made me laugh. “You do know my name.”

“I couldn’t talk. My hearing was just fine though.”

I shifted farther up his body so my face was hovering above his. I had so many questions, but one had been on the forefront of my mind since that night I’d felt two strong arms pull me out of the ocean. “How did you know I was out there and needed help?”

Grant was quiet as his gaze flickered out to the ocean. It was so calm and peaceful this morning—a stark contract to how it had been the night it brought me to this island. His forehead creased deeper with each moment that passed, almost like he was reliving the scene. “I saw your boat earlier that afternoon when I’d been up a tree gathering fruit.”

“You mean to tell me that the first time you laid eyes on me, you were hacking papaya out of a tall tree?” I teased.

He shot me a disparaging look. “If you must know, it was a breadfruit tree and your boat looked like a little speck on the horizon, so I had no idea who or what was on it. But it was the first sign of life I’d seen while on this island, so I jumped out of the tree and started piling up as many leaves and branches as I could to start a fire.”

My breath stopped when I realized it was his trail of black smoke I’d been trying to get to when the storm started. I’d had no idea. I thought the storm had tossed me around a good few knots before sinking the boat.

“That was your fire?” I breathed.

Grant blinked. “You saw it?”

“Yes, I saw it. I’d been trying to make it toward it when the storm got out of control.” Now I was looking out at the ocean with him. I was so sure it had been trying to end me that night, but maybe it had been trying to give me the new beginning I’d been searching for. “I’m sorry I wasn’t the Coast Guard or someone who could have saved you. That was quite the smoke signal you sent into the sky.”

Grant shot me a confused look for a moment before it ironed out. His palm lifted to my cheek. “I didn’t make that fire to try to save me, Jane.” My spine tingled when he said my name. “I made that fire to try to save
you
.”

When I realized what he was saying, my eyes welled instantly. He hadn’t started that fire in an attempt to save himself—he’d made it as a beacon of hope and safety for me.

“You knew the storm was coming?” I had to swallow to keep going. “You knew it was going to get bad?”

“I’ve lived on this ocean for years. I can sense a storm coming before the sky even begins to darken.”

Instead of wiping my eyes to erase my tears, I let them fall. Out here, with him, I didn’t feel the need to hide my emotions. It felt like the one place on Earth I could let them be real and raw.

“My ship went down when it was dark. How did you know I needed help?”

He was quiet, something new in his eyes when he looked at me. “It was a feeling.”

The corners of my mouth twitched. “A feeling?”

He didn’t blink. “A feeling. My instinct has kept me alive out here this long, so I trust it when it’s telling me something. And that night, it was telling me someone needed my help.”

I had no idea which side of this island my boat had gone down or how far I’d been out from the shore. The island was large, and the ocean was endless.

“How in the world did you find me out there?” I breathed, overwhelmed.

Grant’s thumb wiped one of the fresh tears from my cheek, his eyes softening. “I could find you anywhere in this universe. Especially this ocean.”