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Lying in Paradise

Short Description: Two people face possible death on a tropical island and the sudden sensual discoveries they make that will either save or destroy them. Mark has had a crush on Belinda since the day she walked into CompTech to work as a programmer. She, however, makes no bones about her intense interest in Eddie, the party boy, even though Mark is her steady lunch partner. At a company party, Mark loses it when he sees Belinda slip out to follow Eddie to the beach and races to confront them both. Unfortunately, he and Belinda stumble into a drug deal, and Eddie kidnaps them, leaving them stranded on an island to starve. Suddenly, Belinda brings Mark's passions and fantasies to life, offering herself to him and taking what he gives in return. He rides an emotional rollercoaster as their sensual encounters offer insights into the girl he loves, her secrets, and their plight on the island. Mark realizes survival is not always about who you live with, but who you would die for.

Let the story begin...

“I don’t think we’re ever going to get off of this island, Mark,” Belinda’s voice broke the silence. Mark looked out over the waves and cleared his throat. They had only been stranded a since last night, but their situation did look pretty grim. He stole a quick glance at Belinda to see if she was crying. He sure felt like it.

But Belinda didn’t cry. She stared out at the ocean, her honey-colored hair swirling in the wind and her brown eyes dry. God, what a beauty! A sudden sick feeling overtook his stomach. How could things have come to this?

“Belinda,” Mark started, but she turned her gaze toward him, and his mind, now completely bereft of thought, refused to function. The only thing that still functioned was his cock, which was rock hard and difficult to hide. He’d managed to hide his erections, which always seemed to coincide with Belinda’s entrance into a room, for months. Now he was struggling—there were no chairs or briefcases to hide behind. Ashamed, he turned away. How the fuck could this have happened?

Mark shook his head. He knew how it had happened. His dick led him right down the path of no return. When he saw Belinda trailing down toward the beach, following that party boy Eddie, he couldn’t take anymore. For months, ever since she hired in at CompTech, he had nursed a secret crush on her. She had become more than a programmer to him; she was his muse, his fantasy, and his friend. How could she not see how badly he wanted her? They ate lunch together every day. How could she waste her affections on that stupid, useless prick?

“I’m sorry I got us into this, Belinda,” Mark offered. But it felt so futile. If he hadn’t gone racing down to the beach, the drug dealers would have never heard them, and they wouldn’t be here right now. Mr. Life-of-the-Party, Eddie the Prick, decided to strand them where they would never be found. What a charmer. Belinda reached toward him, and he flinched. Was she going to stroke his cheek? Her hand caressed the side of his face for just one brief second before it found his pocket and its contents—a candy bar. Mark let out a breath he was holding as Belinda turned her attention to the chocolate delight.

“You know, Mark, this is probably the only food we have left.” Her face hardened and her voice was dull. Mark blinked.

“You-you know I’ll share it with you,” he stammered, a little mystified. Hell, he’d give her anything she asked for. But Belinda shook her head.

“But I don’t have anything to give you for it, and it’s your candy bar.” Belinda’s voice sounded strange. Mark gave a nervous laugh. “I think under the circumstances, we can consider it provisions and share without a penalty on either side.”

Belinda didn’t laugh, though. She stood up, walked over to one of the several palm trees dotting the island, and placed the candy bar reverently at its base. Then she returned to sit beside Mark. He looked from her to the tree and back again. Had she already started to go crazy? They weren’t even starving yet. Slowly, Belinda stretched her long legs out in front of her, pulling her pique skirt up to her thighs. Mark sucked in a breath and held it.

“Mark,” she started, “There’s a lot you don’t know about me, and I don’t think it’s a good idea to share your last “provision” with someone you hardly know.” She rubbed her hands up and down her thighs, pulling her skirt higher and higher as she went. Mark gulped. “Besides,” she finished, “I always make sure I pay my own way.” She looked at him intently for a moment, then suddenly she was on top of him and he was flat on his back in the sand, confused and stuttering. Belinda straddled him and pinned his wrists with one hand.

“Do you know what my nickname is?” she asked.

Mark, struck momentarily mute, just shook his head.

“Carmel. Do you want to know why?”

Mark’s eyes widened as Belinda pulled her skirt up with her free hand and a mischievous smile spread across her lovely face. Something very warm was touching his stomach. Heat radiated from between Belinda’s legs. So much heat he could feel it through his T-shirt. Belinda pulled up Mark’s shirt and rubbed herself against his skin. He inhaled sharply as her moisture touched his stomach through her panties and the delicate tickle of her soft curls teased him. His erection throbbed, begging for release from his pants. Belinda slid herself down his torso, just below his crotch, and set to work on removing his shorts.

“The first time will be quick,” she stated matter-of-factly.

Suddenly his shorts were off, and she was massaging his erection through his briefs. Mark’s head spun. Belinda kissed the tip of his penis through the starchy cloth, and he almost lost it. Smiling, she pulled her skirt up and slid her panties down, then pulled his underwear down and out of the way. His dripping erection burst free, and her fingertips smoothed his moisture around the base of it. Then, her silky hair flying in the warm tropical breeze, she straddled him again. Under her skirt, her hand worked slowly, moving Mark’s hard shaft back and forth between her swollen folds. It was hot and wet down there, and Mark uttered one word through his grin…

“Carmel.”

Belinda laughed as she guided Mark’s rigid cock to her opening. She took him in, all of him, and moaned as he filled her. She adjusted her hips, pressing her clit against his hardness. Her eyes bright, she gazed at him, as if waiting for a response. Mark groaned and slid his hands up under her skirt, grasping her hips and settling her on his pelvis. She was right—this wouldn’t take long.

Still holding his gaze, Belinda rocked back and forth quickly. Mark offered his hands to steady her, and she clasped his fingers in hers, riding him faster and faster. He throbbed within her, and he could feel her cunt spastically grabbing his cock.

Suddenly, sparks shot through Mark’s blood as his climaxed rocked through him. A moment later, Belinda threw her head back, screaming his name and squeezing his hands in her release. They rode the waves of ecstasy together, her hips settling into a slow rhythm and his thrusts ebbing in time with her movements until they slowed and stopped completely. Panting, Belinda slid off to Mark’s side, and he pulled her into his arms, nuzzling her neck.

For the longest time they lay there together, the surf pounding, the gentle breezing carrying the scent of their lovemaking out to sea, and the evening twilight descending around them. For a moment, Mark held the woman of his dreams in his arms before he remembered they would die there together. He buried his face in Belinda’s hair.

“It’s not your fault,” she said, as if reading his thoughts.

Belinda would say that; she was that type of girl. Hell, she was his type of girl. He’d won her and now he’d lose her just as quickly. Despair overwhelmed him.

“I don’t want to lose you,” he whispered, tears burning his eyes. Belinda rolled over to face him.

“Make love to me again. Slowly,” she gently commanded.

She moved to touch his face, but Mark caught her hand and brought it to his lips. He kissed her palm and placed it on his chest, right where his heart beat. Then he pulled her into an embrace and took her lips with his own, sucking and nibbling them until her breathing became ragged. He’d always been a good kisser. At least he could do something right.

Belinda pressed closer to him, and his hands immediately found their way to her most sensitive places. He unbuttoned her linen camisole and dispatched her lacey bra, letting her breasts spill into his hands. Mark started with her nipples, sucking and licking them until they were delightfully wet and swollen into hard nubs that betrayed her excitement. He rained kisses on them until she squirmed, moaning at the caress of his lips against her skin. Mark’s hand found its way between her thighs, massaging her fully exposed curls, wet and hot.

His finger—he’d always been good with his hands too—stroked her clit with a tender pressure, and he brought his head up to her neck to nuzzle her there. Belinda’s back arched, and Mark’s cock grew solid at the thought of entering her. It wasn’t time yet, though. For months he’d wanted to caress and hold and please Belinda, to make her scream his name. Now they were out of time, but he would hold on to this moment as long as he could.

Mark stopped his sensitive massage, and Belinda groaned. He took his place above her, taking her hips in his hands again and steadying her, preparing her. He kissed his way down her belly. Her breathing sped up, and she reached for him, but he shook his head.

“Let me give you something, Belinda,” he said. His husky voice dripped with desire as he watched the expression on her face.

Her eyes glittered, looking half-dazed, and she nodded, a smile playing across her lips, before lying back on the sand in surrender. Mark’s used his hands to spread her thighs and buried his face between her legs. For a moment, she stiffened and he thought she’d climaxed, but she pushed her swollen cunt against his face and grabbed a handful of his hair. Mark smiled when he heard his name. His fingers parted her wet lips—she was dripping—and he inhaled her scent deeply before settling his tongue against her clit and stroking it, first gently, then harder. She pulled at his hair and lifted her hips as Mark’s tongue slid in and out of her, the salty taste of her causing a painful throb in his groin. His finger invaded her, using her wet need to drive deep inside of her. She was so ready for him—her muscles contracting and expanding against his sweet incursion.

His desire flared then at her wanting, and he couldn’t wait any longer. Spreading her legs wider to accommodate him, Mark rubbed her moisture from the tip of his cock to the base before crawling into place between her legs. He balanced on his elbows and kissed her, driving himself into her with one thrust. Belinda’s hips lifted to meet him, and her legs locked around his waist as her hands kneaded his back. The delicious feel of being inside of her made him gasp and pause, and he focused on her face, her eyes holding him with their intensity and her mouth open just enough to be inviting. He kissed her again, his tongue probing hers and she drawing him in, both into her mouth and into her tightness.

Mark’s desire took over, and his thrusts came faster and harder. Belinda was gasping and saying his name, over and over again as he pounded into her and she clawed at his back. Her frenzied moans grew into screams, and he rode her harder, using one hand to push her ass into to him. He couldn’t get deep enough. Belinda opened her legs wide then, bending her knees and pulling him inside. He could feel the friction of her hard clit rubbing against his shaft, and electricity shot through him with each plunge. She matched his rhythm until suddenly she stiffened and yelled, writhing against him and pulling on his ass to drive him deeper into the exquisite joy of her orgasm. Mark’s release came a second later, filling his mind with waves of bliss as he pumped into Belinda ferociously, then slowed to easy strokes as his climax subsided.

Belinda lay under him, breathing heavily and giggly like a schoolgirl. Mark felt a grin take over his face and collapsed against her, sliding off to her side. She relaxed into his arms, sighing--contentedly, Mark hoped. Finally, Belinda’s breathing evened out, and Mark snuggled close her, falling asleep with her in his arms. It wasn’t until he began dreaming about crying over her starving body that he woke with a start and remembered where they were. Next to him, Belinda was already sitting up, dressed, eating half of the candy bar. The other half lay on his chest.
“We need to talk about some things, Mark,” Belinda said. Her voice sounded serious, and Mark nodded, a jolt of fear shooting through him. Belinda continued as she munched the now gooey chocolate, licking the remnants off of her fingers with gusto. “Like what happened last night—and today.” Mark nodded again, his angst suddenly increasing. “And we need to talk about Eddie and what a liar I am,” she finished, emphasizing “I.”

Mark’s stomach clenched then, and the air suddenly seemed stifling, even though a cool breeze blew in off the ocean. Maybe his reaction was due to hunger—he hadn’t eaten since yesterday—or maybe it was the sneaking suspicion that Belinda was going to confess that she loved Eddie the Prick drug dealer, even though he was, technically, their murderer, and was just using his body to pleasure herself once more before they starved to death. He choked down the bile rising in his throat and sat up, clutching his half of the candy bar like it was a life-saver and searching for his shorts.

Belinda captured him in her amber-eyed gaze, letting her eyes wander up and down Mark’s entire body. Confused, he could see a hunger there, and Belinda shifted uncomfortably, her nipples hardening under the linen camisole. Mark reached for her hand and placed it on his penis, which was coming alive again. He didn’t know what else to do. Eddie wasn’t here; he was, and if that was the best he could hope for, then so be it. Let Belinda use him until he was so weak he couldn’t get it up anymore. At least he would die with her, and, if he were lucky, in her. Belinda wiggled her button nose, as if deciding what to do next, as she stroked Mark’s now fully erect phallus. Suddenly, she pulled her hand away and shook her head.

“First things first, Gilbreath,” she said. Mark’s heart sank, and his erection wavered. But not much. Why was she using his last name? Distance? Formality?

“Go on.”

“I kind of got the feeling over the last few months that you have developed some feelings for me, which may be why you came running down the beach and gave us away,” she threw out nonchalantly. Mark nodded, staring at the sand.

“Good.”

Mark looked up, surprised.

“I meant it when I said I was not who you think I am, and that I’m a liar,” she continued. “So here goes…”

Suddenly the hum of an engine suddenly interrupted them. A quick flash of annoyance crossed Belinda’s countenance as she looked out to sea.

“Those guys have always had the shittiest timing. ‘Bout as bad as yours.” She looked at Mark with that matter-of-fact expression of hers.

It was cuter than hell, and his erection tightened again. Then a terrible thought crept from the back of his mind. Belinda knew the guys in the boat. Was she in it with Eddie?

“No, Mark, I’m not a drug dealer,” she said, reading his thoughts again and rolling her eyes, “but I will have to explain this fast, so listen carefully. I am with the FBI. I was following Eddie because I was undercover—drugs are just a part of his game. I’m not really a programmer, although it is a hobby. I was faking it when I acted worried about getting off the island, and I used the candy bar as an excuse to fuck you. I’ve got a tracer in my skirt, so I knew it was only a matter of time before my team showed up. I’ve wanted you for a while and figured if the thought of us dying on this island didn’t prompt you into admitting you at least liked me, then nothing would. Sorry.”

Belinda let out a deep breath and looked out to sea; whether she was searching for the boat or just trying to avoid eye contact, Mark couldn’t tell. He was overwhelmed, relieved, excited, and thrilled. His phallus ached. Belinda didn’t say a lot, but when she did…oh, boy. Strangely, his main concern centered on whether they could slip in another tryst before the other agents showed up. Probably not. Or maybe. But first…

“So,” Mark began, using his most serious “you’ve broken my heart” voice, “since you’ve been living a lie all this time, just tell me one thing. I have to know.”

Belinda turned to face him, a stricken look darkening her pretty features. Mark turned his head so she couldn’t see that he tried not to laugh.

“What?” Belinda sounded like she was almost in tears.

Mark cleared his throat and sniffed, playing it for all it was worth.

“Is Carmel really your nickname?” he asked.

He faced Belinda, grinning. The look of surprise on her face was priceless. She sat there a moment, looking rather stunningly stunned as the realization that Mark was mind-fucking her dawned on her. She actually blushed, and blinked shyly before regaining her composure. Then she slid over to Mark and pushed him back, laughing as she mounted him quickly, her hot, silky tightness expanding to fit him.

“What do you think?” she whispered.

Then, as the noise of the boat’s engine grew louder, Belinda rode him to a quick and delightful climax, the last they would share on the island, but the first of many to come.

IF YOU WANT MORE FREE SHORT STORIES, AS WELL AS OTHER COOL STUFF, CHECK OUT A CHEEKY CHANGELING, THE FREE EZINE FROM CHANGELING PRESS. BACK ISSUES INCLUDE MY SHORT STORY THE PLEASER (HET; NOVEMBER 2007) AND FUTURE ISSUES (AUGUST 2008) WILL CONTAIN THE DIX DILEMMA (BI/MENAGE).