As much as I wanted him and enjoyed his desperation for me, I didn’t want him to be frantic. I wanted him to know that, at least in this moment, at least in this heartbeat, he was mine, and I wanted him to feel good with me. I wanted his pleasure to flow down and satiate him. Once he had relaxed, I dropped my hand into his pants, gripping what I found.
He was large enough that I paused for a second, just gripping the soft shaft, surprised, but at the same time not surprised at the weight on him. I felt him thrust shortly into me, and that awakened me from my dick-nosis. Bringing my free hand back to his neck, which was quickly becoming my second favourite place for my hand to be, I pressed against him hard, waiting for him to still. Once he did, his beautiful grey eyes staring almost pitifully at me, I spoke.
“Are you going to be good and still, and let me give you a reward?
“Yes, yes, yes, please.”
I began to stroke him, exploring him with my fingers, feeling as he began to harden more and more, reveling in his twitches as much as his little pants and sighs, his eyes locked on mine even as his stomach flexed, he fought to stay motionless, todo as I said, to stay still. I was going to do my best to make him fail in a delicious way.
As I began to stroke, rubbing along a prominent vein, the head of his cock, rubbing along his slit, I began to kiss his neck, soft, little kisses.
“You are doing so well,” I whispered into his skin, licking up and down, scraping my teeth elegantly against his skin, even as my hand began to pump harder and faster, wringing out whimpers and little, begging nothings.
I could feel him coming to the edge, leaning close, I whispered,
“Cum.”
And he did, spilling hot into my hand. His head was thrown back, but his eyes never once left mine.
Chapter Nine
The sheep shoulders and chops and whatever parts that Oskar had given me for dinner the night before had been delicious. After so long with no meat and no fat and minimal calories, the chops, glistening with what little fat the sheep contained, had been exquisite. I had set up a rough spit and roasted the meat as quickly as I could. The men had set upon the mutton as if it were their last meal, and I hadn’t been much better, licking the drippings from my fingers. After we had finished, we had all collapsed into a drowsy pile, the food putting us into a twilight state of being half-awake and half-asleep.
I had thought of doing so many things last night: saving the drippings from the roasted meat to use as cooking oil, collecting and cleaning the bones for soup, and scooping the marrow out of them, but after my stomach was full and happy, it had been hard to want to do anything. So I was left with a mess and a dozen projects to complete in the morning. Luckily, I had three and a half minions that I could coerce into being my drones.
Since arriving on the island, I had mostly been up early, early enough that I could watch the red sunrise in the east. It reminded me of the old saying, ‘red sky at night, sailors' delight, red sky in the morning, sailors take warning.’ It seemed that the morning was frightening the sailors every day since the eruption. It was most likely due to the sun catching on the particulates in the air, but I watched it with impatience. Oskar had suggested that we try to light the bonfire on the first day,when the sun didn’t rise, a lusty, almost neon red, as it meant a considerable amount of the ash and smoke had dissipated.
The guys were still in bed, well, floor, when I returned. Ettore and Jin Woo tangled up in each other like they always were, Ettore’s head resting on Jin Woo’s bicep. Bartosz had taken my place, and he was half-curled around Ettore’s back. Ettore and Jin Woo had tried to put me in the center, but Ettore had been sniffling, so I had insisted that he take the middle place. Oskar slept, stiff as a board, close-ish to Jin Woo, close enough to get the combined body heat, but not close enough to be truly part of our little huddle. That was alright, though, let him be a stubborn dick, I had other things to deal with.
“Good morning! Get up, everyone!” I called out, before laughing at the absolute mess that Ettore’s hair had become; it stuck out in every direction like a dandelion head.
“Per favore, salvatrice,”Ettore whined, “a bit more sleep, please!”
Not many people would have been able to say no to his beautiful, droopy, sleepy eyes and his delicious-looking pouty lips, but luckily, I was one of the few.
“Nope! We have things to do!”
Once all of the guys had washed their faces and were looking a bit more awake, but no less disgruntled, Ettore grumbling about espresso, they all watched me march back and forth like a general.
“So! Gentlemen!” I said dramatically, “We need three teams, one team to clean and collect all of the bones for the sheep for broths, I think they’ll keep without refrigeration. The second team is to collect more firewood for our stew and to keep our reserve up. The last group will wash the sheep's wool and hang it in pieces to dry. If we stay here longer, we can use the wool as the stuffing of a blanket that we will make.”
Did I know where we were going to find the fabric to make the outside of the blanket? No, but that was currently not my concern.
However, Oskar had thoughts.
“Nah, that’s a bad idea, like quite bad. What are we going to stuff? Washing wool is a pain in the ass. Just pick off the shit and sticks and leaves and stuff. It may be smelly, but since it’s in one piece right now, we can use it as a small blanket.”
I had no idea who in particular he was speaking to.
“Oskar! Thank you for volunteering!” Oskar groaned and dragged a hand through his hair.
“I’ll collect the wood,” Jin Woo offered.
“Thanks, but could you also grab some seaweed too? We want more than just meat in the stew.”
“Do we, though?” Bartosz snarked before he melted when I sent him a look.
“Bartosz, can you and Oskar check the smoked meat and then help Ettore collect and clean the bones?”
