C6 Zayn

Zayn Dawson

She was still laughing at what I had just said. Her reaction was something I expected. She didn't even notice she was no longer shielding her amazingly hot boobs from my burning gaze. I stared at them pretending to be hurt by her insistent laughter. Sucker!

It took some time before she noticed the error of her ways and folded her arms once more. My groin throbbed badly. It felt heavy; painfully heavy. This impossibly stunning nerd would be my end before we found the inhabitants of the stupid island.

"Can we continue our journey?" I asked in an attempt to distract myself.

"You sound like I have a choice. Lead the way."

"Someone loves me, you know. A lot of 'someone’,” I threw back at her as I resumed on the wet path.

"Well, not this someone." She laid down with a pout, her voice childlike.

We walked for a while. My mind was busy the whole way. I couldn't remember the last time someone hated me that much especially one I was very sure I hadn't fucked. Or. No no.

I turned to stare at the shiny jade eyes and full sensual lips. There was no way we had sex and I would forget about it. So why does she hate me so much? I know I could be an asshole sometimes to a lot of people but I had good parts. I tried to remember these parts but the only thing that crossed my mind was my dick and how most girls I met always told me that my dick was one of my numerous good parts. Of course, they never mentioned the rest. Just my dick and what it could do. This made me wonder for a while.

She walked past me, almost knocking me out of the way. I had been busy in my head. The move retrieved my full attention. She turned back burning me with a powerful seductive smile. Then she continued walking ahead. Her hips rolled slowly mimicking her movements. From the cargo pants, I could notice her ass giggling freely like it was made of water balloons.

My shorts bulged with purpose. My whole body burned with desire. With need. My heart was going so fast I had to catch my breath. The need I was feeling consumed everything giving room for no escape.

Wait. Was she tempting me deliberately or was I imagining it? Her hips swished effortlessly making me mutter words that didn't have meaning. I had gotten so hard it was impossible to walk freely while trying to hide the fact I was horny as hell.

The sound of music made us pause with a start. Somebody was playing a song by Enya. I didn't know the song but I could bet my soul it was Enya. Instinctively, I resumed my position as the leader moving low to the muddy ground. Just past the clearing, we could see small huts and people moving about. They looked normal enough. No spears or facial markings. No signs showing they were partially cavemen. There was no big ass cauldron at the center of the square boiling human innards. It just looked like normal civilized island people going about their normal life.

"I feel like we should go and get acquainted," I whispered to her over my shoulders. A hot bath and a couple of silk sheets were all I needed to feel human once again.

"We? No no. The smarter thing would be for one of us to go and get acquainted while the other one stays back just in case," she whispered in a low sing-song voice.

"So I go and you stay?" I asked back, finding it hard to believe she had suggested something so brutal in the first place. She had a point though. It was by far the smart thing to do. I shrugged giving her a thumbs up to show my acceptance of her plan.

Immediately she relaxed, letting her guard slip. I pulled her and tossed her like a ragdoll into the open, away from the safety of our cover in the jungle. Every eye turned towards her instantly. She stood there stiff, wide-eyed. I watched from my cover with a big smile. The scene was frozen for a while. Nobody moved or blinked. It was a classic look-down till I strolled out. I was extremely confident in my ability to handle the situation. I was sure of it.

All eyes circled me watching on like I was a jester about to tell a funny story to save his life. My heart thumped hard even with my high levels of confidence. I kept thinking about the fact that they may still be man-eaters. Just a more civilized version that makes use of kitchens and gas burners.

"Hola amigos. Nosotras estamos perdidas," I spoke directly to the man closest to where we stood.

He looked at us for a while, skepticism on his face before saying, "¿Cómo podemos ayudar?"

The stunning bookworm by my side stared at me in disbelief. She jabbed her elbow at my side and whispered, "What did you say?"

"I told him we're lost. He wants to know how they can help," I replied in a hushed whisper.

"Tell him food. We. Need. Fooooooood."

I managed to hold my grin. My face looked serious and pleading.

"Un baño. Uno caliente," I said to the man without thinking twice about it. A hot bath was precisely what I needed. "Por casualidad, ¿tienes un teléfono?" I added. We needed to reach the world.

"No señor. No tenemos teléfonos ni internet," the tiny man replied with sad eyes bulging out.

"Why do I keep hearing no-no. Is that a good no or a bad one?" she asked, looking clueless.

"It's terrible. No Phones. No Internet. I'm not even sure they have cable. Poor fellas."

It was sad. I honestly felt bad for them. The rest of them had stopped staring to resume whatever they were doing before our appearance. The man we were talking to looked at me hard, saying, "We have cable. We aren't animals ok. And I also speak English."