I think about Hendrix, and the way his fingers fucked me last night. Shit, if he fucks that well with his fingers, I can’t wait to see what he does with his cock. I shudder at the thought, and find my fingers grazing my nipples. They are hard, and a tingle shoots through my body when my fingers pinch the tips. A little moan escapes my lips, and the ache between my thighs intensifies. God, I haven’t had sex for so long. At least a year. My body is desperate for it.

“Best get your fingers off those pretty nipples before I do something I’ll regret.”

The husky voice has me jumping back with a squeal. I slip on a rock, and feel my body going down, but a set of hard arms wrap around me and pull me back up. I know it’s Hendrix; what I don’t know is how the hell he managed to sneak up on me. I open my eyes and look up at him. He’s soaking wet, with all that dark hair sticking to his face. Damn him. He snakes his tongue out and licks a droplet of water off his lips, and realization hits. I’ve touched him, but he’s not tried to kiss me.

Not once.

“I know what you’re doin’,” he murmurs, pressing a hand against my lower back and pulling me toward him.

“What’s that?” I murmur.

“You’re tryin’ to seduce me.”

I freeze. Shit. He knows? I let my eyes scan his face.

“Don’t flatter yourself, maybe I actually want to do these things.”

He grins, and reaches up, tangling a hand in my hair. “I don’t usually fall for this shit, but fuck knows you’re getting inside my head.”

Oh. Yes.

“I’m not trying to make you fall for anything,” I murmur, staring at his lips.

“You’re in here, playin’ with your nipples, half-naked and lookin’ so fuckin’ gorgeous it hurts. And you’re tellin’ me you’re not playing with me?”

“That’s what I’m telling you,” I say, meeting his gaze. “I didn’t know you were here, and I was…playing with myself, because the water felt nice on my body.”

“Are you horny, little inocencia?” he purrs.

I think about my answer for a minute. This answer is going to push this over the line, or end it. Hendrix just admitted that I am getting to him, which means there is something there, which means I have a chance at freedom. I’m not going to ruin that chance by hiding from my body’s desires. I lean in closer, and I whisper, “I haven’t been fucked for over a year, so yes, pirate, I’m horny.”

He hisses, and he tugs on my hair. “You want me to fuck you, inocencia?”

“Do you want to fuck me, pirate?”

“You fuckin’ know I do. There are conditions that come with it, however…”

I frown. “And what would they be,” I say, leaning up close so our lips are nearly touching.

Heat sizzles between us, and my entire body comes to life. Hendrix tugs at my hair, and my lips pull back. “The first, no kissing.”

I shake my head in confusion. “What?”

“I don’t kiss. It’s personal, and I don’t do it unless I am deeper with someone than just lust.”

Ouch.

“Fine by me,” I manage to stammer out.

“The second, we fuck for one day, and one day only. I’m not going to be played with, and I know exactly what you’re trying to do. I want to resist it, but I fucking can’t. I need a taste. Just one fucking taste. You’re not mine to claim, and I have a debt to pay.”

Double ouch.

“Then why bother?” I hiss. “Don’t bother trying to fuck me when it means no more than a bit of quick relief.”

“You’re tryin’ to tell me your body isn’t screamin’ for that fuckin’ release?” he growls.

Damn him. It is. So much so I don’t actually care about the fact that he’s only offering himself once. I’m alive for him; my entire body is tingling with need. Besides, if it’s an explosive “one” time he might just change his mind.

“Fine,” I say, leaning close. “No kissing, one decent fuck. We have a deal.”

He grins. “Shall we put it in blood?”

“Bite me, pirate.”

He chuckles, and then spins me around suddenly, pressing my back to his chest. “The third rule, we do it my way.”

I shiver, giving him my answer in my reaction. He slides his fingers down my covered breasts, and I tremble beneath his touch.

“You want me to fuck you right here, right now?” he growls into my ear.

“Yes.”

No more needs to be spoken. He steps back and unclips my bra, before pressing himself back against me. His arms go around, and his fingers find my nipples. He gently twirls and pulls, rolling the hard buds between his fingers. I whimper, and my knees wobble. If he thinks I’m going to stay upright, he’s very wrong.

“Have you ever been fucked against a rock wall, with a waterfall comin’ down all over you?” he murmurs, sliding his lips over my shoulders.

“N…n…no,” I stammer.

“Oh inocencia, you’re in for a treat.”

I feel my legs quiver, and I reach back and grip his arms, holding myself steady. “I…I’m not sure I can stay upright.”

He pushes me toward the rock wall, and when we reach it he spins me around so my back presses against it. He dips his head, capturing my nipple in his mouth. I cry out, and my knees wobble. Oh, Jesus. His tongue flickers the tip, swirling and sending little bolts of pleasure through my body. He reaches out, finding my panties, and he slowly lowers them, sliding his mouth down my belly as he goes. Oh…yes.