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Cyclades -- Part 1
I had hardly even been on a boat before, I realized as I stepped onto the yacht that Daniel had rented. Born and raised in the city, this was an indulgence I had never experienced. I was 22 at the time, and it was also my first time abroad. Daniel flashed a charming grin at me as we stood looking out over the glistening Mediterranean waters. Our tan bodies gleaming in the warm sunlight, we leaned against the railing, sipping champagne. There was something incredibly soothing about being on the water, rocking gently, isolated from the rest of the world.
But despite everything, I couldn't shake the sensation that something was missing. Maybe it was because the sex that Daniel provided was way too predictable, rough and mostly on his terms. I couldn't help but crave more, even if I couldn't quite put it into words. Daniel was twenty years my senior, a successful businessman - I'd never be able to afford a yacht trip in the Cyclades on my own. It's not that I didn't care for him, or that I was ungrateful for all that he'd done for me. He'd taken me in, gave me a place to stay, financed my every whim. But he had a dark side too, a kind of dominance that could be cruel and possessive. Still, I couldn't ignore the growing curiosity that had started to stir in me as I watched the crew go about their work on the yacht. I was struck by their sun-kissed skin, their toned bodies, and the confidence with which they moved around the ship. There were four of them, and they worked tirelessly to make our stay as comfortable as possible.
Kostas, the prime object of my obsession, stood out among them. He was probably around 25, and incredibly handsome. His tank top hinted a hairy chest. He had a chiseled jawline, and ocean-blue eyes, he looked like a Greek god. The crew were discrete, yet I could sense the power dynamic between them and Daniel. It was clear that he was their boss. I could see the way Kostas and the others looked at him, a mix of wariness and deference. Daniel's money afforded him this power and a lifestyle to which I was quickly becoming accustomed.
In the evening, we retreated to our cabin. With a grin, Daniel took out a small bag of coke, laying it out on the glossy wooden tabletop.
"Baby, what do you say we get high and celebrate our first night here?"
I hesitated for a moment, knowing that I shouldn't, but reason won out in the end. That was another of Daniel's perks. A constant supply of high-quality drugs.
"Alright" I said, accepting his offer.
As the drug flooded my veins, I could feel my inhibitions fade away, leaving me feeling insatiable.
I locked eyes with Daniel and stood up, making my way over to him. As we embraced, I could feel his grip tighten around me while he slipped off my shirt slowly, revealing my toned body beneath it. He nibbled on my ear, tracing his tongue over my skin, sending shivers down my spine. Daniel's hand moved down towards my waist, unbuttoning my tight shorts, revealing the pale blue briefs beneath .
"Fuck, you look good", he growled into my ear, taking a moment to inhale my scent before moving his hand lower, running his fingers along the outline of my cock through the fabric. My body ached with desire, and I thrust instinctively against his hand. He allowed me a moment of pleasure before pulling back, leaving me panting for more.
"You little slut," he muttered seductively.
There was a knock on the door, interrupting our foreplay. It was one of the crew members, needing assistance with something. I could tell by the way Daniel's demeanor shifted that he was not happy about it.
"Just a moment", he growled, releasing me from his grasp.
With a frustrated grunt, he walked over to the door, opening it just a crack to address Andreas, the skipper, on the other side on the other side of the door. After a brief exchange, he slammed the door shut, turning to me with a playful smirk.
"Little fucking tease," he snarled, grabbing me by the waist once more.
His grip was firm, and his breath was hot against my neck. It was apparent that the interruption had heightened his level of want, and I was excited by the thought. Daniel shoved me back onto the bed, ripping my shorts and briefs completely off in one swift motion. I let out a gasp as he reached down, wrapping his hand around my throbbing erection.
"Christ, you're so fucking hard for me," he grunted, squeezing down on my shaft, causing me to let out a pained whimper.
The image of Kostas lingered in my mind as Daniel continued to stroke me, building up my arousal. My body ached for more than just the predictable pattern of our sex routine, and I could no longer ignore the attraction I had been harboring for the hunky crew member.
"I need you inside me, daddy," I pleaded, desperate to come away from our usual script.
With an evil twinkle in his eye, Daniel leaned forward, wrapping his lips around my throbbing erection, pulling me deeper into his mouth. I let out a low groan as he sucked on the tip, flicking his tongue against the pulsating vein that ran along its length. His hands gripped my hips, pulling me further into his mouth, and his stubble tickled my thighs with each slow stroke he made on my shaft. My entire body felt electrified by pleasure as his tongue traced the shape of the base, tasting the pre-cum that had slowly started to leak. He moved to wrap his lips around my balls, massaging them gently with his tongue.
"You're daddy's little slut, aren't you", he said. "Filthy little bitch."
The dirty talk sent a jolt of pleasure through my entire body, and I moaned uncontrollably. The coke helped me get into the fantasy Daniel was creating as he removed his shirt and stroked his cock through his jeans. I locked eyes with him, watching as the vein in his forehead bulged and his nostrils flared. I wanted everything he had to offer, but I couldn't help but fantasize about Kostas.
I imagined him taking control, his rough hands gripping me tight, his lips pressed against mine. But right now, Daniel was what I had, and I needed to give myself over to the pleasure he could bring me. Daniel's fingers moved down between my legs, finding my ass hole and teasing it with a slow, gentle circle. With a low growl, he pushed one finger inside me, his eyes rolling back in pleasure as he felt me tighten around him. He curled his finger, pressing against the spot that he knew would drive me wild. I cried out in pleasure, my fingers grasping at the coarse satin sheets beneath me.
"Fuck, Sam. You feel so incredible," he groaned, sliding a second finger inside me. "Still so fucking tight."
I found myself wanting to give in to the oblivion he offered, but my curiosity for something more still lingered. I clenched around his fingers, as he found just the right angle. He pulled his fingers out of my ass slowly, then pushing back in. I groaned in pleasure.
With a wicked gleam in his eye, Daniel quickly removed his pants, freeing his hard cock. He leaned over me, grabbing the lube from the nightstand as he gave me a sly smile.
"You're always so fucking eager to feel my cock, baby boy. But tonight, I want to take my time."
He slicked up his fingers once more before sliding them back inside me. As my muscles relaxed, he worked in a third finger, preparing me for his girth. I moaned with pleasure and anticipation, my thighs trembling with need. His thumb circled my exposed hole, teasing the sensitive flesh.
Withdrawing his lubricated fingers, Daniel positioned himself at my entrance, teasing my hole with the head of his cock. As I looked up at him, I couldn't help but imagine Kostas, his younger, more muscular form hovering over me as he took me with a ferocity that Daniel never could. The contrast between the two men ignited an illicit desire within me, and I bit my lip, waiting anxiously for Daniel to drive himself into me.
But Daniel, lost in his need for control, enjoyed keeping me on a leash. He reveled in teasing and pleasing me in equal measure, and I knew he had no idea the depths of my growing need for the sultry crew member. Daniel's cock head pressed against my entrance, spreading the slick lube around.
"Oh, fuck, baby. You're always so fucking tight", Daniel grunted, pushing in an inch, then slowly pulling out.
My arousal was almost painful as the tip of Daniel's cock rubbed against my prostate with every torturous stroke.
"Come on, boy. Take me, all of me", he hissed through clenched teeth.
Finally, Daniel pushed into me with all his might, filling me up. I let out a pained cry as he buried his entire length inside me, causing my muscles to strain and my eyes to water. I clung tightly to him, my entire body surrendering to the almost indescribable sensation that he was causing. My mind was dominated by Daniel at that moment, but still, I couldn't shake off the thought of Kostas. I thought of the thin walls of this yacht, one which our moans would permeate. That secretly excited me even more, as I dreamed that perhaps Kostas would hear our forbidden lovemaking - and maybe even be aroused by it. Daniel began to thrust into me with purpose, filling me up and pushing relentlessly deeper with every stroke. My walls closed in around him tightly, shivering with each punctuated withdrawal. I could feel my prostate swell with every smack of his balls against my ass, urging him into me deeper. His weight on me felt good.
"Shit, baby. I'm not gonna last," Daniel warned, sweat dripping down on me from his brow.
"Fuck me harder, please, daddy," I moaned, spanking his ass and urging him on, panting beneath him.
Daniel complied, fucking me harder and faster, his hips slapping against mine. My cock was dripping precum onto my ripped abs, and I desperately wanted to wrap my hand around it, but no way in hell I would dare break the rhythm going. Daniel was finally hitting that sweet spot inside me, and my legs trembled, toes curling in pleasure. I could feel the friction intensifying against my hole, the slap of sweaty skin becoming more frequent.
"Touch yourself, boy", Daniel demanded, his lust-filled eyes meeting mine. "I want to watch you come all over those pretty abs."
Without hesitation, I took my cock in my hand and began to stroking, letting out a groan as my head fell back onto the pillow. His pace quickened, the rhythm of his cock plunging into my depths intensifying, matching my own hand's frenzied movements. I was building, ever closer to the edge.
"I'm close, daddy", I whimpered, bracing myself for the wave of pleasure about to overtake me.
Daniel's grip tightened around my hips, pulling me into each thrust with fierce urgency. I closed my eyes, thinking of Kostas' rugged features, imagining what his bare chest would look like, glistening with sweat under the scorching Mediterranean sun. The forbidden nature of my fantasies drove me delirious with lust.
"Don't stop," I keened, tightening my grip on my cock. "I'm so close, daddy."
I visualized Kostas behind me, his muscular arms wrapped around my waist, his hot breath against my ear as he whispered filthy things. I groaned as I stroked myself, Daniel's thrusts growing wilder and wilder. I was on the edge now, whimpering with each fierce plunge. The orgasm was imminent, vibrant colors swirling behind my eyelids as Daniel thrust into my crack. My hand moved faster, the rhythm harmonizing with Daniel's relentless pounding. I was lost in a desperate world of pleasure, my mountainous climax close at hand.
"Oh Daddy... I'm cumming... Oh god!" I cried out, the seemingly endless stream of filth threatening to burst forth from my lips as the orgasm began to crackle through my body.
"Don't stop, Sammy, goddammit", Daniel roared. "Cum all over those abs for me."
I opened my eyes, my vision a haze of pleasure as I furiously jerked myself off to the rhythm of Daniel's savage thrusting.With a final grunt, I erupted, cum shooting from my cock in long, thick ropes, painting my stomach in streaks of white. Daniel didn't miss a beat, his thrusting unrelenting and wild as he watched me come undone beneath him.
"Fuck, Sammy! That's it, give me everything you've got", Daniel demanded, his fingers.
Finally, he pulled out, started to stroke his slick cock hard and fast, and came over my chest with a deep groan. Hot jets of cum splattered across my nipples, dripping down my pecs and abs. My entire body was now slick with sweat, cum, and lube. As Daniel caught his breath, he looked down at me, his eyes filled with satisfaction and lust.
"You're amazing", he whispered, before leaning down to kiss me deeply.
It had been better than in a long time, but partly because of the thoughts of Kostas lingering in my mind. I closed my eyes, savoring the afterglow before the guilt washed over me. Opening my eyes, I shook off the awkward emotions.
"I'm going to take a quick shower", Daniel said. "Get another drink ready."
Daniel headed towards the bathroom. The water running filled the room with a relaxing sound, yet the tension remained. I sat up on the bed and looked around the luxurious suite, noticing the remnants of our passion scattered about. The bottle of lube lay discarded on the nightstand, and Daniel's clothes lay crumpled on the floor. The thought of giving in to temptation with Kostas, was taboo. If Daniel found out, there would be consequences. He got pissed if I as much as looked at another man. He wasn't abusive, but I still felt trapped, like a bird in a cage.
The following day, we anchored by the island of Kea, its coastline dotted with whitewashed homes and inviting turquoise waters. Kostas stood at the front of the deck, setting up the table for lunch. Just looking at him from afar stirred something very deep within me. He was wearing a white t-shirt and shorts.
"Do you need any help?", I asked. My question startled him in his tracks. I felt the slight shiver in my spine, realizing this was the first time we had ever spoken directly to each other, and I was struck by how different he seemed from up close. Kostas looked at me with his ocean-blue eyes, and shook his head.
"No, thank you, sir. Enjoy your meal."
His formality hurt me a little, but Daniel had probably told all the crew to keep a strict professional boundary. Kostas was just doing his job, I had to remind myself. I sat down in the recliner and took up my copy of David Copperfield, attempting to distract myself while stealing furtive glances at Kostas. The sun cast a glow on his olive skin, sweat trickled down his forearms. I could hardly concentrate on the words in front of me. It had become an obsession of mine, to be able to see more of Kostas' body. He always wore that white t-shirt, or a tank top and it was impossible to see any details beneath it. I took off my own shirt to get some tan on my pale skin. While reading, I paid more attention to Kostas' movements than my book. My eyes trailed down to his muscular forearms and his bulging biceps as he carried food and drinks back and forth. There was the faintest hint of hair in the neckline of his shirt. I felt guilty for objectifying him, but I couldn't help myself. I felt a stirring in my red speedos.
Miko, the cook, came out to talk to Kostas about something, and I quickly averted my gaze and pretended to intensely read a sentence. The two of their deep voices blended together as they spoke. I wondered if they had heard me and Daniel last night. The secret thrill made my heart race, thinking about Kostas overhearing the sounds of our pleasure. My gaze continued to flick over to Kostas, drinking in his physique as he laughed at something Andreas said.
Daniel came out on deck, wearing a pair of black swim trunks and a plain white t-shirt. He looked at me, eyeing the print decoration on my red speedos, smirking.
"Looking good, baby," he said.
I could feel the heat of his gaze on me. I adjusted myself discreetly, trying to ease the growing pressure in my speedos. Little did he know; however, that the real focus of my thoughts was not on him. Daniel sat down next to me, touching my naked knee with a sense of possession. His hand lingered there for a moment before moving on to hold his glass of wine. Kostas continued to set the table, glancing over in our direction every now and then. I sometimes imagined I something else in his eyes, desire even. He didn't know I was interested in him, but knew that Daniel was the boss.
During lunch, Kostas served us with a warm and friendly smile, but he was always careful not to linger too long in our presence. His tan skin glistened in the sunlight, and the hair on his arms was even more visible now. I wished he would take his shirt off; just the thought made me feel guilty. I shifted in my seat, trying to ease the growing pressure in my speedos. Daniel, on the other hand, seemed oblivious to my reaction to Kostas. Instead, he discussed the sights on Kea, mentioning the ruins of the ancient city of Korinthos.
"We should go there after lunch", he said.
"Sounds good, babe", I said, forcing a smile through my nervousness.
But really, my mind was still on Kostas, who had just walked away from the table. We finished lunch early. Andreas, the skipper, drove us to the island in a small boat that was docked on the yacht. The ruins of the ancient city of Korinthos were indeed fascinating; I spent hours exploring the remains of the ancient agora, the theater, and the temples of Apollo and Athena. Daniel was tired from the heat and lounged in the shade, drinking one of Mikos' homemade sangrias.
After the excursion, and dinner, Daniel took an early night, leaving me alone on the upper deck. The sun was setting, casting a golden glow over the island of Kea. As I walked to our cabin, my thoughts were interrupted by the sound of water running from the deck below. I wondered who could be taking a shower this late. Before I could even think, I found myself walking towards the sound. I peered down the stairs, and my heart raced when I saw Kostas, his toned body in swim trunks glistening under the spray of water. My breath caught in my throat as I took in every detail, starting from his strong shoulders, covered with a smattering of hair that narrowed down to his chiseled chest, and a tantalizing trail of dark hair that disappeared into his low-slung swim trunks. His abs were a defined grid of muscles, rippling under the water's caress. His obliques tapered down to his narrow waist, while his hips were framed by the shim trunks, hanging low on his body, revealing the top of his V-cut. My gaze traveled further down to his muscular thighs, dusted with fine hair. I couldn't help but notice how his calves flexed as he moved under the water, and the way his naked feet gripped the deck. I felt a stirring in my shorts, my body responding to the sight of him, so unguarded and unaware of my presence. He slowly turned around and pulled down his trunks, revealing the curve of his taut ass. I bit my bottom lip and held my breath, watching as the water cascaded down his glorious physique.
I realized this was wrong, and that I had to leave. With my heart beating, I ascended the stairs and forced myself to look away. My cock ached in my tight shorts, and my body screamed for release. Even the balmy night air on deck, did not help. I entered mine and Daniel's cabin. Daniel was already snoring lightly, his body sprawled out on the king-sized bed, a satisfied smile on his face. I lay down next to him, imagining how Kostas would taste, the sweat and salt mixing together as I devoured him, his groans spurring me on as I flicked my tongue against his nipples. My hand found its way to my throbbing cock, rubbing it through my shorts. The sheets felt smooth against my skin, but they did nothing to quench the need bubbling inside me. My thoughts were consumed by Kostas; The way he moved, the arch of his back, the trail of dark hair on his toned chest. I couldn't help but imagine his hands on my body instead of my own. I closed my eyes, letting out a soft moan as I imagined Kostas pressing me against the wall, his lips finding mine in a passionate kiss. I wanted to let go of everything, forget about Daniel, and just give in to this tantalizing wanton desire. I was beyond myself. I got out of bed. I had to see Kostas. As Daniel was fast asleep, this was my chance.
I tip-toed down the narrow corridor, my heart pounding in my chest. The soft lighting from the portholes cast an eerie glow on the wooden walls, and I felt a frisson of excitement run down my spine as I delved deeper into the bowels of the yacht. My fingers trembled as I reached for Kostas' door handle, slowly turning it until the door creaked open. I peered inside, my eyes immediately drawn to the figure of Kostas, lying on his side on the bed. The moonlight from a nearby porthole illuminated the room. I swallowed hard as I took in the curve of his muscular thigh, his ripped abs visible beneath the thin sheets, and his hairy chest heaving gently. His eyes flickered open.
"Mr Sam?" he said. "What are you doing here."
"I need you, Kostas", I said.
The words tumbled out of me, raw and unbridled. I stepped closer, my heartbeat racing. Kostas' eyes widened, surprised by my boldness. A smirk crossed his chiseled features, and he raised an eyebrow.
"Is that so?" he asked. "You sure about that?"
I licked my lips, my palms sweating. I could feel my erection pressing against the fabric of my shorts, threatening to burst free.
"Yes.", I said, my voice shaking. "I want you."
"Mr Daniel won't like this at all", he said. "You are a very bad boy."
His voice was low, like a growl. I felt a shiver run down my spine at the thought of being so wanted.
"He won't find out," I said. "Please, Kostas. I can't resist you any longer."
A slow, sinful smile spread across his face as he sat up, his eyes gleaming with intent. He crooked a finger, beckoning me closer. My heart raced, my cock straining against my shorts. I nodded fervently, unable to take my eyes off his muscular form. Kostas patted the empty space on the bed next to him.
"Come here, then," he said, his voice a low, sultry whisper.
I obeyed, moving closer to the bed and sat down next to him with trembling legs. Kostas smirked as I approached, his gaze burning into me with an intensity that made my entire body tingle. He reached out, grabbing my T-shirt and roughly yanking it off over my head. His eyes roamed hungrily over my bare chest before his hands landed on my hips.
"You've been wanting this for a while now, haven't you?" he murmured, his hot breath tickling my ear. "I've seen you watching me."
I nodded, unable to form any words. I was lost in his ocean-blue eyes, the intensity of his gaze making my body tremble with anticipation. He leaned in closer, our lips mere inches apart.
"Tell me you want me, Sam," he demanded, his voice low and husky.
I nodded fervently, the excitement building within me. I wanted to cum like never before. Kostas noticed my shaking legs and smirked. I felt exposed, vulnerable even. But I didn't care.
"Please, Kostas," I whispered, my voice wavering with anticipation.
His lips curled into a wicked smile, as if he had been waiting for me to beg. He reached out and stroked my cheek gently, his touch igniting a fire within me. I leaned into his touch, closing my eyes as I surrendered myself to him.
"Mr Daniel doesn't please you?" he asked. "He is an old man." I whimpered, panting as Kostas other hand started to trace circles around my growing erection.
Despite my initial apprehension, this bad decision felt exhilarating. Daniel was long gone from my mind, snoring softly in our cabin, oblivious to the sin that I now reveled in.
"Your daddy doesn't satisfy you?" Kostas rasped, his Greek accent thickening with his arousal.
His fingers slid lower, teasing at the throbbing bulge hidden beneath my tight shorts, causing me to gasp.
"Not like you", I moaned.
The thrill of secrecy burned in my veins. The risk of getting caught only heightened the ecstasy, as Kostas' expert fingers massaged my cock through the fabric, eliciting a series of soft, urgent groans from me. His grasp tightened, a low growl emanating from his chest.
"Sam," he breathed, leaning into me, sending shivers down my spine. "You are so hard for me, aren't you?"
I nodded, unable to speak, my breath hitching as his fingers deftly undid the fly of my shorts. He tugged them down my hips, releasing my aching cock.
"Fuck, yes," Kostas groaned, taking in the sight of my hard shaft, already glistening with precum. "You're so fucking sexy. I've watched you flaunt yourself on deck."
His grin grew wider, and he leaned in, his lips brushing against my ear.
"And now, here you are, offering yourself to me."
The sensation of his stubble against my cheek made my cock twitch even more, and I whimpered softly at his words. Kostas chuckled, his thumb brushing against the sensitive head of my dick. I felt like a ragdoll in his hands, unable to move or speak, as he explored my body. His hand slid further down my shorts, cupping my balls gently and giving them a squeeze. I let out a gasp, my hips bucking involuntarily towards him. His chuckle reverberated through my chest, sending a wave of pleasure rippling through my body. My head fell back, my mouth hanging open as I breathed heavily.
"Fuck, Kostas," I urged him. "Please, I need you."
Kostas didn't need any further encouragement. He tugged at my shorts, pulling them down my legs and off my body. I was now naked next to him. I reached out to touch his chest , feeling the roughness of his hair against my skin. My fingers traced the outline of his defined pecs, down to his abs, and the deep ridges of his V-cut. I couldn't help but stare at his body, the definition and power contained within it making me dizzy. Kostas leaned into my touch, a low growl emanating from his chest.
"You like that, don't you?" Kostas rasped.
My heart raced as I nodded, sliding my hand further down his body until I reached his tight, navy-blue shorts. I slipped my hand inside and wrapped it around his cock, feeling the sheer girth of him. My own dick throbbed in response, leaking droplets of precum on my stomach. I could feel his hot breath on my neck as he started to grind his hips against my hand, panting and groaning. I squeezed him tighter, pumping him with my fist. Kostas hissed through his teeth, tossing his head back. I could feel the pulsing of his cock in my hand, the feeling intoxicating. My fingertips danced over the bulging veins running along the length of him, and my thumb traced mindlessly over the sensitive slit of his cock head.
The smell of sweat and musk filled my nostrils with every gasp for air that we took. Kostas leaned in, his lips hovering over mine. I could feel his breath hot against my skin, and I closed my eyes, waiting for him to make the first move. He didn't disappoint. Kostas' lips crashed into mine, his tongue immediately darting out to explore my mouth. His kiss was rough, demanding, and I couldn't help but moan into his mouth. He tasted like sea salt and wine, a heady combination that made my head spin. As we kissed, he pushed me down on the small bed, he on top of me . I could feel the heat from his naked body pressed against mine. I groaned as he rubbed his erect cock against my own leaking dick, a delicious feeling of friction sparking between us. Our bodies writhed against each other, slick with sweat. We were a twisted tangle of limbs, each movement driving the other closer to climax. My worries seemed to evaporate, replaced by the purest, most animalistic instincts. Kostas leaned in and bit my lip harshly, his tongue darting out to lick the resulting blood dripping from my mouth. It electrified me, making every nerve ending buzz with pleasure. I whimpered and groaned into his mouth when his hips ground into mine as he straddled my body. His hands landed on my wrists, pinning me down onto the bed with a firm grip. I felt a thrill of excitement run through me, knowing that I was at his mercy.
"You want me to take you, Sam?" Kostas growled, his voice low. "Is that what you want?"
I nodded fervently, unable to find my voice. My heart raced as he leaned down, his lips brushing against my ear.
"Say it," he demanded.
My heart skipped a beat. The air was thick with tension, and my pulse raced as I struggled to find the right words.
"Yes, Kostas," I finally whispered, my voice barely audible. "I want you to take me."
His eyes gleamed with satisfaction. He let go of my wrists, and I felt a rush of relief. But it was short-lived. In one swift motion, Kostas flipped me over onto my stomach, pressing my face into the pillow.
"Good boy," he murmured in my ear, his hot breath sending shivers down my spine. "You're going to do exactly as I say."
His hand slid down my back, tracing the curve of my spine before settling on my ass. He gave it a firm squeeze, causing me to gasp. I could feel his hard cock pressed against my thigh, and I squirmed beneath him. I was eager, desperate for him to fuck me. But Kostas was in no rush. He traced the curve of my ass with his fingers, teasing me with the promise of what was to come. His touch sent a bolt of electricity through my body, igniting a fire within me. I whimpered softly, pushing my hips back against his hand, silently begging for more. Kostas chuckled, a deep, throaty sound that sent another shiver down my spine.
"Patience, Sam," he murmured, his voice low and husky in my ear. "You'll get what you want soon enough."
He placed a kiss on the back of my neck, sending waves of pleasure through my body. I could feel the heat radiating off his body, making my skin tingle and my heart race. I let out a soft moan of approval, writhing against his palms as I felt his fingers trace lines over the curve of my hips and down my legs. He ran his hands up the insides of my thighs, inch by tantalizing inch, making me whimper with anticipation. I couldn't take it anymore. I needed him inside me, filling me up, possessing me. I pushed back against him, urging him to take me. Kostas growled, low and primal, as he sensed my need. He wrapped a hand around my hips, pulling me back against him. I felt the blunt head of his cock brush against my entrance, and I gasped at the sensation. He was so big, so impossibly hard.
"Please," I begged, my voice muffled by the pillow. "I need you, Kostas. I need you inside me."
He didn't need any further encouragement. With one swift thrust, Kostas roughly penetrated me, burying himself to the hilt inside my willing body. I cried out in pain, my entire body trembling with the force of his invasion. He felt incredible, filling me up in a way that I had never experienced before. Daniel could be rough, but Kostas cock was like a battering ram, forcing me to open up for him. I bit down on the pillow to muffle my cries, my body trembling beneath him. Kostas didn't give me any time to adjust, immediately setting a brutal pace that had me gasping for air. He pulled out almost completely before slamming back into me, the force causing the entire bed to shudder. Each thrust of his cock was like a lightning bolt of pleasure that shot through my entire body.
I could feel my cock leaking precum onto the bed beneath me, my legs shaking with each forceful impact. Kostas grabbed onto my hips with a bruising grip, his fingers digging into my skin. His thrusts grew rougher, more desperate, filling me to the brim. The sound of our bodies slapping together echoed through the small cabin, mixing with our ragged breathing. Kostas leaned over my back, his hot breath on my neck as he rutted into me like a wild animal. My body shook with each brutal thrust, my mind reeling with pleasure. I felt like I was going to lose consciousness with every passing moment. My cock throbbed as it rubbed against the mattress.
"I want you to cum for me, Sam," he commanded, his voice strained. "Do it now."
He bit down on my earlobe. His words sent a bolt of electricity through my body, and I could feel the pressure building within me. I let out a low moan, involuntarily grinding my hips against him. Kostas took this as a sign to increase the pace of his thrusts, our bodies slapping against each other with force. I felt like I was being torn apart by his huge cock and I loved it.
"That's it, Sam," Kostas growled into my ear. "Cum for me."
His dirty talk only heightened my pleasure, and soon I was careening towards the edge. I could feel my orgasm building in my balls, the pressure becoming unbearable. I let out a series of low, guttural screams as Kostas pounded into me harder and faster. His body was a relentless machine, moving with a precision and power that sent shocks of pleasure coursing through me.
"Yes, baby, come for me," Kostas growled, his voice thick with desire. "Let go, let it all out."
His hands was holding me steady as he plundered my body with his huge cock. My eyes rolled back in my head as the orgasm washed over me. Hot spurts of cum erupted from my throbbing cock, spreading between me and the bed sheets. Kostas didn't let up, his thrusts becoming more urgent as he chased his own climax. The bed creaked beneath us, protesting against the relentless pounding.
"Fuck, I'm close," Kostas growled, his fingers digging into my hips. "Say you want me to cum inside you, Sam."
My breath was ragged and uneven, sweat dripping from my brow as I nodded my head in approval. Kostas' thrusts grew more urgent, and I felt the pressure building within him. He grunted, his body tense, and I could feel the warmth of his release filling me. The sensation was indescribable, unlike anything I had ever felt before. I clung to the bed, my body shaking as the last remnants of Kostas' climax coursed through me. He collapsed onto me; his weight heavy on my body. I felt spent, exhausted, and incredibly satisfied. I lay there for a moment, my body still trembling from the intensity of our encounter. I felt his lips on my neck, a gentle kiss, and I smiled. Kostas pulled away; his eyes glazed with pleasure. He leaned down and kissed me, his tongue exploring my mouth with a tenderness that took me by surprise. But I knew I had to get back to Daniel before he woke up.
I gently pushed Kostas off me and got up from the bed.
"I need to go," I whispered, not trusting my voice to stay steady.
Kostas' expression shifted. He looked almost sad, as if he didn't want me to leave. But he nodded, understanding.
"Of course, Mr Sam. But if you ever feel that way again..."
I cut him off with a kiss, not wanting to hear his proposition. I could feel the heat building in my body once more, but I knew I had to resist. At least for now. I left the dimly lit cabin, making my way back to the one I shared with Daniel. My heart was still racing from the encounter with Kostas, and I felt a pang of guilt wash over me. I had betrayed Daniel, but I couldn't deny the excitement and pleasure that Kostas had given me. As I lay in bed next to Daniel, I couldn't shake the thoughts of Kostas from my mind, even as Daniel snored softly beside me.