Page 25 of Wild Life (STEAM-y #2)

Clubbed by a Caveman

Maris

“I have cum all over my stomach.”

“Cum sounds better than ejaculate. Younger. Cooler.” Aleki swirled his finger in the pool of cloudy semen on my stomach, displacing the edges and sending droplets of viscous liquid dribbling down my sides. “Are people still using the word cool ? It was popular when I was a kid.”

“They are. Cool is still cool,” I said lazily, my body too tired to laugh yet somehow still anxious to find out what he would do to it next.

Aleki’s speech had smoothened out considerably. Truth be told, he’d had endless practice, which advanced his progress. For someone who had refused to speak, he sure did love to run his mouth now, and I loved hearing every word.

Sometimes the stutter would return when he was heated, like when Poaka had inhaled the entire stash of fish that had been meant to last us until the next full moon. I had never heard Aleki so angry, yet he had never been sexier with his neck muscles bulging and his fists clenching like some sort of hot ring fighter.

He traced trails around my belly button, filled with his essence, then drew his finger down through my patch of hair.

I grimaced. “I haven’t had an opportunity to groom out here.” I tried to pull his hand away, but he stopped me.

“I love it. I love all of you.” We lay together, naked and sexually sated for the moment, as the hammock rocked us under the afternoon sun.

I studied his pelvis, marveling at how groomed he was down there. “How do you take care of that? Chiseled rock and some duck fat as shaving cream?” Or maybe he was concealing a secret salon behind his hut.

“Scissors,” he replied matter-of-factly.

I mockingly smacked my head with my hand. “Duh! Scissors. Why didn’t I think of that?”

“I can’t tell whether you’re being serious or dramatic sometimes.”

I waved my hand in a flourish. “I like to call it serious drama , thank you very much.”

“I love your serious drama.” He slipped a wet finger inside me, and my eyes rolled to the back of my head as my body bowed in response.

“Aleki, I’m still sore.” I had barely recovered when he had finger-fucked me to orgasm while I jerked him off, sending cum erupting over my body.

“Should I stop?” he whispered against my ear while plunging another finger inside, filling me.

“Never.” I never wanted this to end. Aleki was the first man I didn’t want to rush through sex with. The intimacy was unreal, and I was never guilty after. For once, my mind was quiet instead of racing through all the reasons coitus had been a bad idea.

His fingers were magical, extending deep and upward, hitting that special spot that made me moan.

My hips undulated with his thrusts, and the hammock rocked violently. Orgasm rushed through me quickly this time, flexing every muscle of my body. I cried out. He took my mouth with his, swallowing my cries as my body came down.

I broke the kiss to catch my breath.

“For a guy who just learned how to have sex, you sure do know how to please a girl.”

“I have the best teacher.” He lifted his fingers to his lips and sucked off our juices.

My core clenched at his delicious filthiness. “I never taught you to be this dirty.”

“I added my own touch.” He grinned, and my heart fluttered.

As much as I adored having him worship my body, it was time to come up for air. “I need to take a shower.”

“Stay for one more round,” he begged.

I pulled out of his hold and leaped out of the hammock.

“Nah-uh, you’re not going to trap me again with those pitiful eyes.”

He chuckled. “It worked last time.”

“Which is why I’m leaving so I won’t be convinced by it again. I want to go search for the bat colony.” I had been tagging them every evening and observing their flight patterns. I had a general idea that their roost was past the waterfall, but I didn’t know exactly where. I needed some time to explore the caves.

“You’re going without me?” The expression of pleading washed away and was replaced by the grumpy forehead creases that he had worn like a uniform for the first weeks after we’d met.

“Well, you said that you needed to go fishing to replenish our stash that Poaka ate, so I figured I’d do that while you were busy. Divide and conquer?” Fishing would take him a while, and I was too excited to start my search.

“No,” he said plainly, all lightness from earlier vanishing.

I must’ve heard wrong because it had sounded like he was ordering me. “No?”

“You’re not g-going.” Fuck. The stutter was back, which meant he was furious.

“Okay, then come with me,” I said, trying to calm whatever this was down.

“I can’t, I have to go fishing,” he said, unwilling to budge.

“That’s why I was going to go alone.” I wasn’t understanding his issue.

“I forbid it.” His tone was firm, as if I were his property. Sure, he owned my pussy, but he didn’t own me as a person.

I pinned my fists to my hips, our combined arousal dripping down my thighs. “Um…you’re not the boss of me.”

“I am when it comes to your safety. You’re coming fishing with me.”

I wasn’t going to give in to his unreasonable behavior. I was perfectly capable of finding my own way without falling into danger. “Like I said, you’re welcome to join me, but I will be searching for the roost.”

“S-stubborn,” he chided.

My gaze narrowed in on him. “What did you call me?”

“You heard m-me.”

“You must not value your life. No one tells me what to do.”

All I saw was red. How dare he call me stubborn when he was the one who wouldn’t let me move about of my own free will? He had no idea who he was messing with. I wasn’t some doormat who would obey his commands. Hell no. I was a grown woman with multiple degrees to my name, author of numerous research papers, and the owner of a townhome that I had paid for with my own hard-earned money. I was an independent woman, and I didn’t take orders from any man.

“You know what?” I said. “I think I will come fishing with you.”

“Good, glad you came to your senses.” He rose from the hammock.

“Yeah, I’ll be able to drown your misogynistic ass in the ocean on my way to search for the roost.”

He let out a sigh. “Maris. You’re not familiar with the geography of the island. S-suppose something happens to you and you go m-missing? What will happen then?”

I crossed my arms over my chest and gave him the most severe side-eye ever recorded in history. “And you say I’m the dramatic one. I can walk without falling to my death, you know. I’ve been doing this kind of stuff for a living for years.”

“Yes, but you’re always with a team and you have t-technology to help you find your way if you’re lost.”

I tossed my hands in the air, completely frustrated. It was like arguing with a wall…a solid wall…a solid wall of rock covered in a sheen of sweat that smelled like dominance.

Stay focused, Maris. Fuck the wall and his dominance. Fuck the patriarchy!

“Aleki, can you relax a little bit? I’ll be fine.”

“I know you will be because you’re not going.”

“Ugh, why are you such a caveman daddy, and not in a hot way right now?!”

“I have no idea what that means, and I don’t think I want to know.”

Without warning, I bolted before he had time to argue with me again, making a naked run for the thicket.

He was too fast and pummeled me from behind. My cheek slammed against the ground as we went down, skidding in the dirt.

“Get off me,” I yelled, trying to buck him off.

“Not unless you promise not to run.” He pressed his entire weight onto me.

“No.” I’d never give in.

“I can do this all day, Maris.” The mockery in his voice urged me to thrash harder, but he was too strong.

“No, you can’t,” I said through gritted teeth. “You need to go fishing, remember?”

His hips bucked and his hard cock rubbed against my ass. “I just cleared my schedule. The only thing I have to do is you.” My sensitive flesh tingled to life at his prodding.

Fucking hell.

Like a wuss, my body betrayed me and submitted, pushing back against his dick.

He used his hand to guide himself inside me, stuffing my sore pussy from behind. I dug my fingers into the dirt as he pumped.

He slowly and deliberately licked the cheek that was exposed to him. “You’re mine to protect, and I will never allow you to hurt what’s mine. Do you understand?” His speech was as clear as day.

He thrust into me until the burn turned into an ache for more. I moved with him like an animal in heat, moaning in response.

“Answer me, Maris,” he barked.

“I understand,” I cried out as he fucked me hard, splitting me in half.

“Good girl,” he ground out, breathing heavily against my back. “That’s my good fucking girl.”

I would resume the argument later, but for now, I was going to shut the fuck up and take his dick like a good girl, as if I were the star in a romance novel.