What the fuck?
Hidden behind a small bush, I stare with my mouth hanging open, not making sense of any of it. What is this supposed to mean? Are they having a romance? Or what? What the hell is going on on this island? I blink again and again, unsettling scenarios flashing through my head one after another. I try to explain it to myself in a dozen different ways, but every thought slips through my fingers and falls apart.
The by-the-wall fucking does not last long. It is more of a quickie, fast and efficient. Soon it is over. Neither of them makes a sound, but I can tell it is done. Drax pulls out and fastens his pants. Shane does the same, without looking back, without saying a word.
There’s no gesture between them, nothing, not even a glance or any kind of acknowledgment, really. How odd. Almost like it’s just a job to be done.
Then something unexpected happens. Shane does not walk around the building. Instead, he presses a card against the wall, and what turns out to be the back wall of the bathroom slides open, revealing a narrow door.
Okay. That I did not see coming! I had no idea there were hidden doors built into the walls. Another mystery stacked on top of the one involving Drax. But really, what do we actually know about this island? As it turns out, not much.
Shane disappears inside the unit. My thoughts still spinning, as I watch Drax walk away toward the cafeteria building, calm and unbothered, like nothing out of the ordinary just happened.
Still baffled, I continue along the slope until I finally reach our unit.
Something keeps nagging at me. Curious, I walk up to the back wall of the bathroom and swipe my card along the surface, feeling around for an invisible reader.
In total silence, a door slides open, and suddenly I am standing inside the bathroom.
Seriously, how do you even build a door that is practically invisible in a smooth wall? And more importantly, why?
I spot Eliano’s card lying on top of the washer-dryer, and on a weird impulse, I swipe it against the wall. Nothing happens! The door doesn’t budge.
Just to be sure, I try again, then swipe my own card, and the door opens immediately.
Great. Another puzzle. One mystery after another, my head filling with half-baked theories.
Since I am soaked in sweat from the whole excursion, I decide to take a quick shower. I rinse off, then tiptoe back into the bedroom and slip quietly under the blanket.
As I settle in, I feel Eliano stir. In a lazy, half-asleep motion, he turns toward me, rolling onto his side, and his arm slides around my waist.
Is he actually awake, or is it just muscle memory?
The images of what I saw keep looping in my head. Something about that scene lit a spark in me, a restless edge of excitement, a low craving for pleasure, refusing to fade.
Very slowly and carefully, I push down the boxers I wore to sleep.
Eliano seems to sense the movement. His hand slides down onto my ass. I am lying partly on my stomach, partly on my side, turned slightly with my back toward him. His fingers cup my cheek and squeeze it gently. Suddenly, I feel his thumb glide along my cleft and stop right at my sensitive hole.
Seriously, why is it that sensitive anyway? It never was, not to that degree!
A rolling wave of heat shook me, a shiver running through my passage. Eliano’s finger toys delicately around my small ring, drawing little circles, teasing. Gosh, those movements feel insanely good. I want more, I want him to do… so much more, and he seems to read that perfectly.
I feel him slowly shifting lower along the bed. A moment later, his head rests against one of my cheeks. His tongue slides along my perineum and catches on my pink little star.
Fate, it feels incredible!
Ticklish, soft, wet strokes against my ring give me far more pleasure than I ever imagined such a small spot could. I tremble lightly, panting. My cock is pinned beneath my stomach, throbbing with need. I lower my hand and slip it under my body, wrapping my fingers around my shaft to give it more friction. As Eliano pushes his tongue deeper into my hole, I start rocking my hips gently, rubbing my cock against my hand at the same time.
I never thought I would enjoy something like rimming, but fuck, I really do, and it is incredibly arousing. Small shivers of pleasure shoot through my pelvis, from the root of my cock all the way to the tip, flowing deep into my passage. My hips jerk in wild little thrusts, encouraging him to push his tongue even deeper into my tight hole. Ah, oh, fuck! Yes, it feels so good, like there is a ring of impossibly sensitive nerves there. Pleasure rises fast, my body shaking.
With a shameless moan, I come, feeling my ring clamp down around his tongue as if trying to trap it and pull it deeper. I mumble something like, "Yes, oh gosh, yes."
The orgasm is strong and intense. I lie there for a long moment while Eliano still rests with his head against my ass. I’m panting, regaining my balance after that ride, when suddenly I hear his breathing slow and even out again.
Did Eliano just fall asleep?
Lying in a patch of my own cum is not exactly pleasant, but I am so exhausted that I soon drift off as well, and thoughts of what I saw earlier with Shane and Drax fade into darkness.
