James
I know he's awake, the little shit.
His lips are curved into a smile. Barely, but it's there.
That's fine. I can play this game.
He lays still as I move down his body. He's slim, his muscles lean, his abs tight. There's a scar on his side, probably from colliding with the reef.
I don't hesitate – I trace it with my tongue. He tastes like the ocean.
I hold back a laugh as he tries not to move. His breathing speeds up when I hover over his dick. He's hard.
He opens his eyes.
I win.
Riley
He's even better looking this close up – if I ignore the streaks of drying blood smeared across his chin, and the way his lips look while he smirks.
I almost, almost, almost ask him why he stopped licking me.
Then I notice that his eyes are crinkling at the corners, and I know he's just about to laugh, so I purse my lips and drag in a breath ready to tell him that I don't appreciate being ravished by a complete fucking stranger.
Before I can get the words out, he covers my mouth with his hand.