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  Once I’m inside, I pull the hair tie out of my mane and let the hair fall over my shoulders with a deep sigh. Hot water caresses my tired shoulders, running down to my breasts and swollen nipples, still on edge from all the excitement of the day. The water runs down between them to the smooth skin of my stomach, then down between my thighs, mingling with the wetness the drive with Will had built up on its way down my ample hips and generous ass. I cover my face with my hands as I feel the burn of embarrassment hot inside me.

  I’ve just gotten here. This is the opportunity of a lifetime. I know myself well enough to know when I’m crushing on someone, and I know that the feelings sparking inside me for that mysterious, towering guy aren’t just because he happened to walk into my life when I was pent up and horny as hell.

  Not that he’ll be interested anymore when he finds out I’m a virgin.

  My brown hair gets wet and drapes over my shoulder as I lie down in the tub, letting the hot shower water patter on me gently as I just kind of let myself trance out. Putting school first my whole life has left little room for a love life. Yeah, I’ve been on dates, usually with colleagues, but I’ve never made it past making out and copping a feel, and a hand job here and there. And I’ve never considered myself gorgeous, personally, even if the constant hounding from other students and even my professors has told me otherwise.

  But Will? He just dove right in — I know flirting when I see it, and he was going after me hard. Is this just how things are on the island? There must not be many other women around, that must be it. But I wonder if that’s enough to keep me away from him. Those thick forearms I could see were fantastic, and I just know the rest of his body must match it — I could guess that much from the way his shirt hugged his torso. God, what I wouldn’t give to fall into those muscles.

  As I’m trancing out, I realize my hand has drifted between my legs, and I withdraw it a moment. I just got here, am I really about to do something like this on the university’s dime in a brand-new location?

  As much as I fight them, my instincts make my answer for me, and I feel my fingers slowly sliding back to the top of my puffy labia, and I shiver hard as soon as two fingers brush against the swollen nub of my clit.

  Wow, just how wound-up are you, Harper?

  The tips of my fingers swirl around my clit as warmth from within me swells up, mixing deliciously with the steam and heat of the shower as I press my legs against the cool sides of the tub, my bare feet pressing against the far end as I get comfortable. My free hand goes up to my nipple, and my lips part, a quick, hot breath escaping me as I feel electricity run through my body at the touch.

  The second I start touching myself, the girlish fantasies of Will are in my head, and I know it’s useless to resist them. They’re as persistent as his aggressive flirting, and I’m in no place to resist my inner will as I keep stroking myself, feeling tension already building up inside me. I bite my lip as I picture him coming into my trailer with me, those smouldering eyes of his looking down at me as he stoops to enter the little trailer, looking like a giant next to me before he rips my blouse off and seizes my hips…

  “Aahh — ahhhh!” I gasp as my first orgasm rockets through me like a lightning strike, over a day of travel’s worth of stress melting away from me and running down the drain with my honey as I feel the first real, blissful smile in weeks tug at my lips. I realize I haven’t even taken my makeup off, and that just makes me feel all the more irresponsible for using my first free moment to touch myself. But I keep going, and I feel my stomach tense and relax over and over again with more ease than I’ve ever known. What the hell is it around here that’s making me so fucking horny?

  But I know the answer, and he drove me here.

  My legs are nearly shaking from the excitement by the time I step out of the shower and wrap a towel around myself, but I’m ashamed to realize I could go for a lot more if I wanted. But I need to get settled and ready for work tomorrow. I’m surprised to see my phone blinking, and I pad over to it and see a voicemail on it.

  Furrowing my brow, I hold it to my ear and listen to the unfamiliar voice.

  “Ah, hello, Miss Emerson? This is your driver for the airport, do I have the right number? I’m here waiting for you, but a security guard says you left with someone you seemed to know. Give me a call back. Thanks.”

  My eyes widen, and I nearly drop the phone. If Will isn’t a driver...then who the hell was he?!

  3

  The sound of heavy construction equipment right outside my window wakes me up with a start, and I nearly fall out of my tiny bed, rudely interrupted from the dream I was having that left me with a hand unconsciously drifting between my slick thighs.

  I really can’t get Will out of my mind, can I? I’m already pissed because I couldn’t get to sleep easily last night, worrying too much about who he might be and how fucking hot the massive cock between those cut thighs must be.

  But the sound waking me up is that of a drill, or maybe a jackhammer, I can’t tell, but whatever it is, it puts me in an even worse mood. I throw some clothes on — just a white shirt, khaki shorts, and a pair of boots good for trudging around in the outdoors, and I throw my hair into a messy ponytail before heading outside.

  My jaw drops at what I see. There are at least a dozen workers practically in the research grounds, right on top of the site I’m supposed to be surveying. They’re digging some kind of trench and laying down what looks like metalwork.

  “Hey!” I shout, waving my arms as I run up to them, and some of them just give me a confused look. I think they’re genuinely surprised to see someone coming out of the old research station. “Hey, turn the machines off! What the hell are you doing?!” I shout, but the machines are off at the last word, leaving me screaming through relative silence, and my face goes red as a couple of the workers chuckle at me.

  “Just doing our jobs, lady,” one of them says.

  “You’re on top of a delicate ecosystem!” I protest, stamping a foot, but the workers just exchange glances.

  “Look, we’re just making a living, kid,” one of them grunts. “You got a problem with it, take it to the boss,” he says, jabbing a thumb towards a tent a little ways up the road. I frown and start off that direction, suppressing a curse under my breath. I can’t get mad at them, they’re right — they’re just doing their jobs. Probably for some fucking corporate venture capitalist, no doubt.

  As I approach the tent, I see signs around a pretty spiffy tent that read Delaney Enterprises, and that just confirms my suspicion, and I groan. That must be why I got this station so easily. Nobody wants to tangle with these industrial fatcats. I sure as hell don’t either, but I need a thesis to present, so I need some peace and quiet for the ecosystem, for fuck’s sake!

  “Alright,” I announce myself as I pull back the tent flap unannounced, “I don’t care who you think you are or how many of us students you’ve brushed off, guy, but if you think you’re going to endanger the local ecosystem for some new condos, then you’ve got another thing-”

  I stop as I see who turns to look at me, wearing that same damn cocky smile of his, his head nearly brushing the top of the tent. “...coming?” he finishes for me, folding his hands behind his back. “Yes, I was wondering when you’d be coming, Harper.”

  My mouth hangs open, and I just stare at him as he steps forward, passing the table full of papers and schematics, towering over me as I feel all my confidence fly away in terror. No. Fucking. Way.

  “I told you we’d be seeing each other soon,” he says, and before I can react, he reaches up and takes my chin in a thumb and forefinger, smiling down at me as he turns me about like some kind of piece of meat. “But I’m curious, now that you’ve had some time to rest and somehow look lovelier than before, what do I have coming, precisely?”

  There’s a confidence in his voice that makes me feel so insulted, so brushed off, but I still feel my cheeks reddening at the sight of him again, and how easily he commands the situat
ion. Is this still the kind, flirty man I met at the airport, or was that a facade?

  “I…” I start, and at the first sign of my hesitation, he grins, knowing he’s already won. “I can’t believe you!” I blurt out, and that seems to mildly surprise him. “You just picked me up from the airport — you lied to me! And you put on all that charm knowing full well that I was going to wake up to... to all this in the morning?”

  “It was too much fun to pass up,” he admits, and I notice he’s wearing a dark red shirt this morning, his pants hugging his legs even more snugly than yesterday, and I can see downright chiseled muscles through them. The island climate has done this guy well. “But you were too distracted with me to care much even if I’d told you I was a serial killer out to make you my next victim,” he says, his eyes holding me transfixed, and damn it, I know he’s right.

  I suddenly pull away from him, realizing I hadn’t yet, and he raises his eyebrows as if to say “case in point.” Fuck, any chance of being taken seriously by this guy is out the window, isn’t it? “I was tired,” I protest, but I give my head a shake. “Nevermind that — this is a delicate ecosystem, don’t you know that? You’re endangering, well, all kinds of stuff by being here! You have to stop this work immediately!”

  “Don’t think for a moment I don’t admire your tenacity,” he says, stepping forward as I step back, and he wraps a hand around my waist. I can’t believe this guy — who does he think he is? It’s even more infuriating that my body doesn’t let me slip away from him — my subconscious has been dreaming about this all night. Shit. Is this even really happening? “But I’m not going to put all my plans on hold because some sex-hungry student asks me to.”

  Before I can protest, he leans down and presses those full lips into mine, and I feel an ache of need between my thighs, a traitorous moan escaping my lips into the kiss. He pulls me closer to him by the hips, and as I melt into it and explore his tongue as it reaches out to mine, I can smell his faint cologne, feel the light stubble brush against my lips as he kisses me hungrily.

  His persona might have been a lie, but god, his desire is not. I feel his shaft growing against my hips, and color floods my cheeks as I realize that even my fantasies of how big he is were an underestimate.

  My breath catches in my throat as his mouth trails down my neck, sucking at the sensitive flesh while his hands slide up my shirt. My eyes pop open as my senses triumphantly muscle their way to the front of my mind for a moment, and I push him away. Well, I push at him, but he realizes what I’m doing and takes a step back, smiling down at me.

  “What are you doing?!” I say, realizing how flustered I look, a tendril of hair now hanging over my eye.

  “Is this not what you want?” he asks, and the tone in the voice tells me he’s daring me. “You got a taste of who I am yesterday, so if you’d really wanted to get out of this, you would have turned around and given me a look at that pretty little ass of yours as you walked out the moment you saw me in here. Or am I wrong?”

  Fuck.

  “I...I mean, I…” I’m stammering, and he takes a step forward again when I don’t retreat. What do I do? He’s right, damn it. Nearly every part of my body wants him to just strip the clothes off me and fuck me senseless right here and now, but I know that’s insane. That’s irresponsible. That’s... wrong!

  “I see how you look at me, Harper,” he says. God, I can’t get enough of my name on his tongue, and there’s so much more I want on that tongue, and fast. “But I need to hear you say it.” He leans in so close I can smell his cologne again, a subtle, masculine scent. “Tell me, ‘Will, fuck me. Fuck me here, now.’ I won’t touch you again if you don’t say that.”

  I look up at him, my brown eyes shining in the sunlight streaming through the canvas of the tent. For a moment, I stick out my lip and narrow my eyes, my fists clenching. Who the hell does this guy think he is, using my own body against me like this? I want to slap him, and I raise my hand to do just that, but he grabs my wrist, pulling him close to me.

  “You said you wouldn’t touch me unless I said it,” I whisper as I guide his huge, rough hand down to my pants and down the front of them until they touch the wetness there.

  “Think that would get you a free shot?” he says, and I immediately feel fear of what I’ve unleashed as I see the spark of interest in his eyes, but the next moment, he hooks his fingers into my cunt, and I let out a gasp.

  His fingers are long and strong, and I feel like he could pick me up with one hand as he his index digs deep into me, holding my eye contact as he guides me over to one of the tables. In a swing, he brushes the papers onto the floor before pushing me back onto it. His hand then goes to my pants and unbuttons the front, fingers never leaving my pussy, and as I lean back, I try to clench my thighs as he strokes deep inside me, a slow, thoughtful motion that elicits a gasp from my chest.

  He gives a low murmur as he smiles. “I like to feel a woman completely before I enter her,” he says, stroking again as he holds my thighs apart gently yet firmly, “but you, Harper, you’re something else, aren’t you?”

  I can’t answer, my mind abuzz with the sensation of this surreal Adonis stroking my inside, and then he grazes my g-spot, and my eyes widen, and I let out a squeak involuntarily. He laughs, and I can feel his rock-hard cock grinding against me through his pants. “There we are,” he says in a low, hot voice, and despite a whimper of protest, he slips his hand out and starts to undo his own pants.

  I’m breathing hot and heavy when he lowers them, and when his cock comes out, it’s more impressive than even my orgasmic dreams promised. The girth is so huge that I wonder if I can even fit the thing into my mouth—but why does the thought of it in my mouth come so readily to me? I’m a grad student, for god’s sake, not some cock-hungry sex fiend. But when I look at Will, the line gets blurred really fast.

  His hands strokes his cock, from the bulging crown, down the thick, vein-ribbed shaft, to the heavy, virile balls at the base. I don’t have to have my mouth on that godly cock to know how potent he is. He reaches into his pocket to take out a condom—the bastard, he was expecting to fuck someone today—but I shake my head despite myself.

  “No,” I breathe, “I want to feel you. I want that thing inside me raw.” What the actual fuck, Harper?!

  Despite the desperate protests of my judgement, I push my hips up, and he narrows his eyes at me. I watch them rove up and down my body, taking in my breasts, the shorts pulled down with no panties under them, and he lingers on my hips a while. As he does, I see his cock stiffen a little harder, if such a thing were even possible.

  “You are a very interesting one, Harper Emerson,” he muses, his voice deep, raspy with hunger. He holds my thighs apart and rests his dick on my swollen, puffy, needy lips, and before I can even say anything, he enters me.

  Instantly, I feel my insides light on fire, an all-consuming, ecstatic fire I never knew I needed before now, but as I start to cry out in pleasure, he puts a strong hand over my mouth, narrowing his eyes as he starts to grind into me all the way to the shaft.

  “Quiet now, Harper,” he says with a grin, “don’t want the workers to hear us, do we?”

  Maybe I do.

  As his balls touch my ass and he starts bucking back and forth properly, my eyes roll back into my head, my jaw hanging open when he takes his mouth away. His hands are iron bands around my thighs, leaving my needy cunt utterly exposed to him, desperate for his attention, and he’s so fucking generous!

  He pounds into me, his cock swelling even more as I’m so tight around him, feeling every last inch of his monstrously satisfying cock. His head bulges within me, hitting spots I never even thought were accessible.

  It doesn’t take me long to realize that this man isn’t like ordinary men, even if this is my first time. God, this is my first time—and I’m giving it up to a man I’ve only known for a few hours!

  The thought makes something primal well up in me, and I can’t hold back a scream as my orgasm
wracks my body, honey flooding that perfect, godly shaft lodged deep inside me, reaching in and caressing most sensitive, private parts of my cunt.

  His hands squeeze into me after I let out that loud announcement of my passion, and his cock arches up inside me as he pounds, his crown grinding against my g-spot and leaving me paralyzed, impaled on him.

  “Well well,” he coos, his voice thick with pleasure, “now everyone’s heard what you’ve done, Harper.”

  Good, something within me says. Where did that even come from? He bends over and reaches up my shirt, unclasping my bra and toying with my stiff nipples, flicking them as he smiles at me.

  “Do you know how badly I wanted to come into your trailer last night and bend you over your expensive toys and welcome you to the island?” Another orgasm. I don’t know how much more I can take.

  “I wanted you to come in so fucking bad, Will,” I gasp, my voice not even my own anymore.

  “Did you think about me?” he asks, and I can’t get that melodic voice out of my head. “Were you a good little student, or did you touch yourself for comfort last night? Am I everything you thought I would be?”

  “So much more,” I breathe, managing to open my eyes and look up at him. My body is glistening with perspiration. This man is spoiling me—I wonder if I’ll ever be able to look at another man again and not compare him to this Adonis.

  He grins and bends forward, mouth suckling my neck again, this time harder, and I gasp as I feel his teeth grazing, nipping, then biting at my flesh. My hands dig into his back, but that only spurs his machine-like bucking and ravenous sucking on.

  “I’m going to leave a mark on you so that everyone who couldn’t hear your little outburst knows just how horny you are for me,” he says into my ear, and this time, the tension in my lower abdomen gets so tight, so unstoppable, that I’m about to let out another scream when he presses his lips into mine and a paralyzing orgasm washes over me, and everything becomes a blur of ecstasy.