Siren Island: Shipwrecked (An Erotic Adventure Series) (4 page)

Chapter Six

“Oh, Jack, oh…”

His hands went to my hips. “That’s it, sweetheart. Now start rubbing against me.”

Almost immediately I could feel that this was an astounding position. With every thrust of my hips, I ground my clit against him, which sent mini shockwaves of pleasure through me. “Oh, my word…”

“Yeah, you got it,” he groaned.

I kneaded his stomach, feeling the firmness of muscles beneath the skin. “It feels so good,” I breathed.

“Yes, it does.” My breasts jiggled with the movement of my hips sending my nipples flying. He reached out and grabbed one, rolling it between his fingers. “That’s a good girl. You keep fucking me.”

“Oh, oh, Jack.” Whatever discomfort there had been had disappeared. I only felt extreme pleasure now. It vibrated through my body, bursting out of my nerve endings. I flung my head back, sending a cascade of hair onto his thighs. “Oh, my goodness…gracious…Jack!”

“Fuck me, honey. That’s it.”

“I-can’t-stop-it-JACK!” It hit me like the back end of a door, knocking me for a deliriously wicked spin. My anatomy clenched around him, convulsing with wave after wave of bliss. “Oh…God…ooohhh…” I rocked back and forth, grinding on his penis, feeling the length nearly in my stomach. I collapsed upon his chest, utterly spent; his arms went around me. “Oh…my…”

He chuckled, the sound rumbling in his chest. “You can do me a favor, Lucy.”

“I can?”

“Suck my cock.”

I tingled as a result of those naughty words. “You’re a dirty man, Mr—Jack.”

“We’re adults, honey. We can do whatever we want.”

“I like the sound of that.” I slid off and grasped him, a sticky wetness coating the shaft. “Is it unseemly to…suck it now? Shouldn’t you wash it first?” I detected my aroma on him.

“It’s just fine. Lick it and see. If you keep licking, I’m gonna squirt.”

“What does it taste like?”

“You’ll find out.”

There was certainly nothing about this in Florence Harley’s book on etiquette for young ladies of gentle breeding. I licked him first and then proceeded to eat the tip, sucking and tonguing, until he groaned.

“Oh, yeah, darlin’. That’s it. Keep that up.”

Feeling emboldened, I drew him to the back of my throat, gagging. Over and over I sucked and gagged, his fingers tangling in my hair. The muscles in his stomach rippled beneath the skin, his thighs quivering slightly. He seemed to be tensing, groaning, and enjoying my intimate ministrations. I licked my way to his balls, which were covered in patchy sprouts of hair. I lapped them like a kitten, coating the soft sacs in my saliva. He grasped himself and pumped the end.

“Oh, Lucy…oh, God, baby…”

I watched as white fluid sprayed from the tip in measured spurts. They shot into the air and then fell onto his hand. He continued to rub himself, releasing more of the mysterious fluid, until he collapsed, groaning. I gave his penis a quick lick, tasting the salty concoction. It wasn’t unpleasant, yet—

Movement in the water caught my attention. I gasped, “Jack!”

“What?”

There had been a woman watching us from beneath the murky depths of the pool. I had seen her face and her eyes! She darted in the other direction through the channel of water with remarkable speed.

“What was
that?
”

“What was what?”

“I saw something! There was a woman in the water!”

“Sweetheart, it’s only us.”

“No. There was something under the water. She was watching.”

He sat up. “Are you sure?”

His grin told me that he didn’t believe me. “I saw her, I swear. She swam away…really fast, Jack. It was strange. Could she be one of the survivors?”

“More than likely. She didn’t want to disturb us. We must’ve shocked her.” He stood and waded in. “Come on.”

I eyed the pool with trepidation. “I don’t know.”

Unease pricked me. I had seen something abnormal. I wasn’t prone to hallucinations or fainting spells. My constitution was substantial. I had helped my mother nurse the wounded at our plantation during the war. I had seen unspeakable atrocities, missing limbs, gaping chest wounds, and skulls blown open from shrapnel. I was hardly a shrinking violet. I had left America to get away…from all of that. I wanted to leave the memories behind.

As I got in the water, a chill went up my spine. “Can we walk around?”

“No, sweetheart. This is the only way out.” His smile was sympathetic. “You’ve gone white as a sheet.”

“There’s something in the water, Jack.”

He took my hand. “Baby, it’s all right.”

I had to be strong. I had just survived a terrifying shipwreck that should have killed me, and I had lived through the war. My parents had perished from disease. I hadn’t. I was still standing. If that thing I saw meant us harm, wouldn’t it have done so already?

“Okay, Jack.”

He led me to the little channel with its low reaching vines and branches. We ducked under and swam, shoulder to shoulder, until we emerged on the other side, the waterfall raging noisily.

“See. There’s nothin’ here.”

“Let’s get out.” I raced to the edge, stumbling over the rocks, until my feet were firmly planted on the ground. Relief flooded me.

Jack looked like a proper rogue with his sinfully sexy body and saucy grin. It was then that I noticed the change in him. “Jack?”

“Yes, my dear.”

“Your nose.”

He touched it. “Not my best feature, darling. I’ve had it broken more than twice. Don’t let it distract you from all of this.” He held out his arms, showing himself off. “Not bad for a back alley scoundrel, eh?”

“Your nose looks perfect, Jack.”

“That’s sweet of you to say, Lucy, but flattery isn’t really necessary.”

“I wish I had a mirror. Truly, though, Jack. Your nose is perfect.”

He touched himself, feeling the ridge, a look of confusion passing over his features. “There used to be a bump here.”

“It’s gone.”

“It is.”

I was dry enough for my clothes, and I grabbed my shift, lifting it over my head.

“Well, I’ll be damned. What in the blazes is in this water?”

“Healing properties.”

“If we could bottle it and ship it out, we’d make a fortune.”

I tossed my heavy dress over my head, struggling to get my arms through. “I wish I didn’t have to wear this.”

“Then don’t.”

I emerged from the fabric. “I have to.”

“It’ll smell soon. If it rains, it’ll mildew. I refuse to live with a woman who smells bad.”

I giggled.

He stepped into his trousers, doing up the buttons. His shirt was tucked in, and his waistcoat hung undone. “I’m starvin’.”

“Me too.” I laced up my shoes.

He held out his arm. “My love.”

“Thank you.” I tingled everywhere looking at him.

“Shall we see the reverend about performing a marriage ceremony?”

I grinned. “Oh, yes, please.”

He laughed, “You’re everything I was hoping for, Lucy. You’re everything I need.” He drew me to him, enfolding me in his arms. “I’m very fond of you.”

Reality suddenly slapped me, hard. I stepped away from him. “Oh, but I forgot. We’re supposed to look for Samuel.” My shoulders dropped.

“Then we’ll postpone the nuptials for a few days. If he’s on the island, we’ll find him.” He led the way through the jungle.

“I’m a horrible fiancé. I’ve done…naughty things.”

“Quit being so hard on yourself.”

“What if Samuel’s alive? What will I do then?”

“Terminate your betrothal.”

“Just like that?”

“Yes, or else I’ll have to kill him.”

The threatening undercurrent in his voice was alarming. “You jest?”

“Never. I only speak the truth.”

“No one does that.”

“I do. That’s why I have no friends or family. I’ve driven them off with my sharp tongue.”

“What about women friends? Have you ever been in love?”

“Only with myself.”

I laughed, “That’s not true.”

“I enjoy the painted ladies, Lucy, if you must know. A quick fuck and I’m out the door.”

“Your language is appalling. So are your manners.”

“That’s the least of my faults.”

“Maybe I shouldn’t marry you. I’ve just survived trauma. Perhaps, I’m not in the clearest frame of mind.”

“Marriage or no marriage, it doesn’t matter. I’ll have you either way, and there’s nothing anyone on this island can do about it.”

He was dead serious. The look in his eye made my tummy tense pleasurably. Even if Samuel did miraculously appear, my engagement was over.

Chapter Seven

We searched for Samuel most of the afternoon, wandering down the other side of the beach, hand in hand. I found luggage, which was thrilling, but dragging it to camp made my back ache. Jack had found a soaking wet portion of animal hide and several casks of tallow. We would now be able to make a primitive candle, using a burning strip of cloth dipped in tallow grease.

When we returned, the sun had set, and the fire burned brightly. Fish grilled over a sheet of metal; the aroma was mouthwatering. The crewmembers had gathered a varied feast of green bananas, pineapples, papaya, coconuts, and wild mangos. Water had been captured in empty wine bottles, and the men shared a full carafe of claret, passing it amongst themselves.

After we had eaten and washed off in the ocean, I found myself on the rustic bed within the shelter. It was far more comfortable tonight, because we had draped yards of fabric over the boards beneath us, affording a slight cushion. Pricilla did not object to Jack’s proximity, which was surprising. She also had not been angry that I had disappeared with him for hours today. The only hint I had received that she was piqued with me was the slight glint of disapproval in her eye, which I easily ignored.

I snuggled into my lover, his arm going around me, drawing me even closer. His skin smelled of the wind, the salty ocean, and his own sensuous musk. I wanted to be intimate with him, my body craving his manliness, his glorious cock, but it wouldn’t be prudent. I drifted into unconsciousness a short while later, and it wasn’t until a noise woke me that I stirred.

The sound was lilting and intoxicating, spurring me to sit up and glance around. The others were sleeping all in a long row, snoring and oblivious. Jack sat up as well.

“What the hell is that?” he whispered.

“I don’t know.” There it was again. It was a female voice, distinct and soulful. The resonance came from the jungle. I slid from the boards, my feet finding their shoes. “I…it’s so beautiful.”

Jack was with me, taking my hand, all but dragging me into the jungle. We walked mutely, the moon’s pale light over our heads, illuminating the ground beneath our feet. The sounds of toads croaking filled my ears, along with the mysterious music that echoed enchantingly. I felt determined and nearly possessed to discover the source of the mysterious sound. It seemed Jack felt the same way. We were the only ones who had been woken by it. It was nearly deafening; once we reached the waterfall, the entire enclave sparkled with bizarre lights.

My lover squeezed my hand reassuringly, and I gazed at him. “What is this?”

“I wonder…Sirens…perhaps. But that’s an ancient myth.”

“What are Sirens?”

“Beautiful creatures who lure sailors to shipwreck with their singing. It’s in Greek mythology, but I can’t remember anything else.”

“But that’s not real.”

“No.”

“Then what’s making the sound?” Light shone from beneath the water, illuminating the clear depths, exposing its rocky bottom. “Look!” From the furthest region of the pool, a female figure swam towards us beneath the surface. She was naked, with flowing hair and a lengthy flipper, which propelled her forward at remarkable speed. “Oh, my God…”

“What the hell is
that
?”

Her face emerged, water pouring off her. She was extraordinary looking, with wide expressive eyes, a pert nose and full, shapely lips, which were slightly parted. “Don’t be afraid,” she said in a soft, soothing tone. “We mean you no harm.”

“What are you?” asked Jack. His arm was protectively around me. “Are you Sirens?”

She smiled. “Yes.”

“You were the one watching us today, weren’t you?” She nodded. “I told you I saw someone, Jack. It wasn’t a hallucination.”

He looked thunderstruck. “How many are you?”

“Three.”

“What’s your name?”

“Phoebe. Who are you?”

“I’m Jack, and this is Lucy.”

“Are you part fish?” I was dying of curiosity, wondering about the fin that was attached to the creature.

“Yes.”

“Are you trapped in the pool or do you swim in the ocean?”

“Both.”

“Oh.”

“I can walk on land. I’ll show you.” She came to the edge and lifted herself out, the lengthy fin shining with moisture. In the darkness, it looked like it was a brownish color, textured with little ridges, the base projecting outwards like a lady’s fan. Legs suddenly appeared in place of the fin, lithe and human-like.

“Well, would you look at that,” murmured Jack. “I’ll be damned.”

She was on her feet in an instant, tall, elegant and naked. Her breasts were gloriously large, contoured invitingly with hardened nipples on each tip. Water poured from her hair. She was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen, and I felt a moment of jealousy. Jack stared at her openmouthed.

Shapes moved in the water behind her. “My sisters come.”

I glanced at Jack, feeling annoyed. “Must you stare like that?”

He grinned wickedly. “It sure is pretty.”

I hit him in the arm. “Jack!”

“Sorry, darlin’.” He shrugged. “I’m a man. I appreciate a good set of…er…tits.”

“What if they kill us? Aren’t Sirens supposed to be evil?” Fear and uncertainty made me hesitant.

Phoebe glanced at me. “You have my word; we mean you no harm.”

“Then why did you call us?” A second Siren emerged, pulling herself out of the water, her enormous fin giving way to lovely legs.

“I don’t wish to alarm you, Lucy, but we’re lonely for male company.”

Jack’s grin all but split his face. “Is that so?”

Anger pricked me. “I’m afraid you’re sorely mistaken, if you think my…friend is some toy that I’ll be loaning out for you…to play with.”

The second Siren was just as lovely as the first, with long dark hair dripping with water. Her breasts were smaller, but pert and high. “Welcome to our spring. You’ve experienced its healing qualities. My name is Astraia.” She glanced at Phoebe. “You’re right, sister. He is magnificent.” She eyed Jack, as if he was edible and she was starving.

An alarming bout of jealousy had me seeing red. “I do beg your pardon, but this man…my fiancé, is not a trinket for you to play with. I don’t know what’s happening here, but he’s certainly not going to do anything with you ladies.”

A third creature emerged wet, lithe, and blonde. She smiled radiantly. “Good evening. I’m Thia.” She was slightly shorter than her sisters. “Welcome to Siren Island.”

“You worry for naught,” said Phoebe. “We only want to please you...both. Thia prefers women. She’s an eager and attentive lover.”

I stood my ground. “Thank you very much, but no. That’s a perversion I’m not inclined to.” I grasped Jack’s arm. “I think we should go.” When he said nothing and remained still, I pulled on him only to discover that his feet were like tree roots, held firmly in place. “Jack!” Alarm raced through me.

“What’s the rush? We should stay and enjoy these…ladies.” The front of his pants had risen dramatically. The Sirens eyed his package with lust flaring in their look.

I became even more worried. “Jack, for God’s sakes.” My voice cracked.

“Sweetheart.” He drew me to him, pressing me to his chest. “They’re not gonna hurt you, honey.”

I sniffed against his shirt. “I’m scared.”

“There’s no need. I’ll protect you.”

“They’re beautiful monsters, Jack. It’s a trap. They’ll eat us or something.”

“We’re not the ones you should be worrying about on this island,” said Thia ominously. “Tonight we want to celebrate our human friends, do we not?” Her sisters agreed, smiling eagerly. “Let us show you the meadow. Let us pleasure you…both. Come.”

She turned towards the jungle, her bare bottom gleaming under the dim light of the moon. She looked like a goddess, which worried me even more. Jack was far too susceptible to the charms of these creatures.

He took my hand. “Don’t be a wet blanket, Lucy. You’ve got to let your hair down once in a while, sweetheart.”

He was of absolutely no help. “If you end up roasted and eaten over a spit, don’t blame me. You’ll have only your cock to blame.” He laughed at that.

We followed the mysterious nymphs through the inky darkness of the jungle, while toads croaked from the mangrove and strange birdcalls filled the air. The balmy breeze lifted tendrils of hair away from my face. The Sirens were before us, their nakedness on full display. Jack seemed enthralled with their feminine curves, his eyes never leaving them, which pricked me with irritation. They led us to a lush meadow of short, dry grass, which was soft beneath my feet.

Thia snatched a fruit off a tree and offered it to me. “Enjoy.”

“Um, no thank you.”

“I’ll take it.” She gave it Jack. “Thanks.”

“Come; sit with us,” said Astraia.

The Sirens sat together, their long hair still damp, draped over their bodies like silken curtains. Phoebe practically devoured Jack with her eyes, her tongue darting out to lick her bottom lip.

Jack and I sat together. “So what exactly did you girls have in mind?” He flashed a naughty grin.

Phoebe leaned towards him. “You should take your clothes off. I’m dying for a cock. It’s been ages.”