Survival Needs

By Nikki Morris

When her plane crashed in the South Pacific, Ana's only thought was of survival, of keeping her head above water and her life ongoing. But now she's trapped, alone on an island with a couple who find it all too easy to forget inhibition and live as wild as the jungle that surrounds them. Castaway and forgotten, brimming with urges she's fought years to control, Ana's finding out that, when it comes to survival, the strongest needs are the carnal ones.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Nikki Morris
• Release date: Sep 19, 2017
• ISBN: 9781370847617

Nikki Morris

Nikki Morris is a native daughter of Minnesota with a twisted sense of adventure and a wicked imagination. She has recently found herself on the wrong side of thirty, and unable to find a partner who could properly thrill her under the sheets, on top of the car hood, or curved catlike over her liberator, she has taken up writing to create one. She enjoys alcohol, sexy bedroom wear, and sleeping her mornings away. She has an amazing ass from years of spinning and telling people she goes to yoga.New story on the way!! If I can stop masturbating long enough to finish it! Until then, The Virgin's Hunter free at smashwords. Enter NS33E

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Survival Needs

By Nikki Morris

Copyright 2017 Nikki Morris

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Survival Needs

By

Nikki Morris

For anyone who’s life could use a deserted island for a few weeks

Part I:

Falling in the Pool

They were at it again.

They were always at it now.

Always fucking.

The girl came. Ana knew the sound intimately, knew the pitch and fervor of all the different ways he made her cum. There was no mistaking it. This one was a sonic bomb exploding. It meant his mouth was on her vulva, his fingers in God knows what.

Ana was disgusted and disgruntled at their intrusion on her sleep. Yet she turned on her blankets to face the little canvas walls of their hut. She watched the enlarged shadows thrown up by the fire inside, saw two bodies melding together, hands grasping, exaggerated mouths gaping wide to inhale indecent parts of the other’s body.

Usually she’d keep half her brain in a sleepy fog and let the whole thing just be a dream, her mixed feelings of annoyance, depression, and temptation happily existing in separate spheres of her brain. The shadows of their screwing would move like images from a silent movie, jerky and unclear, yet still engaging. Something in those shadows tugged at Ana in scary ways. It made her feel restless, it made her feel lonely. She’d think of her boyfriend Chen, wonder how much he missed her, but then she’d think even harder about what was going on behind those shadows, of the story the noises told, of the body parts being touched, of how much she couldn’t resist listening. Often, she’d close her eyes and count the days they’d been stuck on this island, so many now. She tried it again tonight, anything to resist the actions she wanted to take.

Usually it worked, it took her mind to something else while the other two finished. But tonight, it took her to a place she feared even more than what was happening on the beach, happening without her.

She went back to the crash.

Ana was in the airport. For some reason, the memory always started there, sitting at a busy terminal waiting to board the plane. Carolyn sat across from her lost in her phone, effortlessly projecting confidence and coolness. There may have been prettier girls in the airport that day, but Carolyn was the one that drew your gaze. For the umpteenth time Ana examined the other girl’s features. It was her streak of boldness and independence that made her so alluring, her air of not needing you and not giving a damn if you cared. Being blonde, athletic, and sexy didn’t hurt either. Ana had to turn away. Carolyn was reminding her of all the things she wished she was but wasn’t.

Ana scanned the walkways for interesting strangers to watch, but nothing extraordinary came into view until her eyes swept the glass walls of the little bookstore across from her. There was one lone person inside, but he was fascinating to behold. His hair was so black, he would have stood out even if his face hadn’t been so handsome. Even his eyelashes were darkness. From across the hall they stood out long and visible. Ana had never put a second thought to a guy’s eyelashes before, but these hooked her gaze and pulled her deep into his eyes.

It was his eyes that made her wonder about him. From his features and the fluid way he moved she would have guessed he was only a few years older than her, twenty-three or twenty-five at most, but his eyes hinted at someone older. She watched him move from shelf to shelf, trying to solve his mystery, admiring the little smirks he made whenever he read an amusing book description. Ana followed him for a good fifteen minutes, studying his features and his silhouette, wondering who he was and where he was going.

Eventually she stopped thinking about questions and just blankly stared, admiring his dimples when he smiled at the check-out girl. She was still staring when he turned from the counter and caught her. There was a half second of confusion on his face, and then, wryly, he smiled right at her.

Ana turned away quickly in embarrassment, trying to act like it was nothing. She pulled out her phone for cover but kept watching him out of the corner of her eye. She noticed with a tinge of dislike that Carolyn was doing the same thing.

Mr. Dark hair took a seat in the empty patch of chairs at their boarding gate, and Ana’s heart skipped a little. She grabbed a random magazine and spied on him across the top of it. He was handsomer the closer you got, his eyes more intelligent. He was built, she hadn’t noticed that before, but there was no mistaking it now.

Out of nowhere, Carolyn spoke to him, of course she did.

Can I ask how old you are?

If you want to be rude, he replied without looking at her, the corner of his mouth grinning. He liked her.

Oh, I’m very rude, she beamed back.

The guy chuckled, then opened his book and started reading it like he wasn’t going to respond. Carolyn waited, her mouth hanging open awkwardly, and then, embarrassed and befuddled, the young beauty turned back to her phone.

Thirty-six.

What?

He’d said it so unexpectedly it hadn’t registered with Carolyn right away.

I’m thirty-six.

Oh! she said surprised.

He didn’t look anywhere close to that.

His eyes kept reading his book, looking at her not a priority. Carolyn’s mouth started to move then stopped before anything could come out. Ana enjoyed seeing her so off her game.

Well, he said as if he really didn’t care.

Well, what? Carolyn replied

I showed you mine. You show me yours.

Ana watched him intently, there was a playful wickedness in the curve of his smile. He was enjoying throwing Carolyn for a loop. It made Ana smile as well.

26 next month.

So says the fake ID. He grinned as he turned a page.

Carolyn laughed at that. Her smile incredibly pretty.

Are you a cop?

He put his book down and looked at her. I was a bartender once upon a time. Eventually you can see the fake ID before it’s even left the purse.

Would you have served me anyway?

No. There was a definitiveness in his voice that made the statement non-negotiable. It wasn’t harsh, but it was bluntly honest. He put his book away and finally took the time to really look at Carolyn.

The other guys would have though. You’re probably used to that.

I like to think I’m a mature twenty.

Well give it a few years. I’m sure it’ll pass.

Bright white teeth flashed as Carolyn laughed.

Carolyn, she said with hand extended.

Nick, he replied with a squeeze of her hand, his eyes harmlessly amused but his smile scandalous. He shifted in his seat and turned his shoulders toward Carolyn.

Ana started feeling hostile, finding fault in everything Carolyn did and said. She suddenly hated what the other girl was wearing and desperately wanted to bad mouth her to someone. Poorly hidden in the magazine she clearly wasn’t reading, Ana’s sensible side questioned where this rage was coming from. When she caught herself admiring Nick’s hands and the strict grip he had on his book, she realized what it was and was suddenly ashamed.

What she’d been telling herself was fascination was really attraction, an intensely sexual one. Guilt racked Ana. She had a boyfriend. How would Chen feel? How could she betray him like that on instinct? She and Chen had been together for the entire spring semester. They had done…things. Things she’d never done with anyone else, things she’d always felt she wouldn’t experience. It was the kind of stuff Carolyn had probably been doing back in middle school, but it was all new and exciting to Ana and Chen. He’d gone back to China for the summer less than a week ago. She couldn’t believe she had cheated on him already, and in her mind, it was cheating. Guilt devastated her.

She put in ear buds and blasted music to drone out Carolyn’s banter, shutting her eyes to block out the dark-haired guy. Playing hands with Chen was all she needed, all