Cyclades

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Cyclades -- Part 2

I awoke the next day next to Daniel, my body worn out from Kosta's rough lovemaking. He turned to me with a wicked look in his eyes, and I couldn't help but feel a knot form in the pit of my stomach. Daniel was a cruel man, and I knew he could sense that something was off with me. My heart hammered in my chest as he leaned in for a kiss, his lips brushing against mine with a possessiveness that sent shivers down my spine.

"I trust you had a good night, my dear," Daniel murmured, his hand trailing down my chest in a way that was supposed to be comforting but felt anything but.

"Yes, great," I lied, forcing a smile onto my face.

Daniels hand trailed down to my briefs , where he gently caressed my morning erection, his fingers brushing against the fabric.

"Did you dream of me?" Daniel whispered; his eyes gleaming with lust.

"Y-yes, of course," I stuttered, the guilt weighing down on me like a heavy stone.

Daniel chuckled, his fingers gripping my erection tightly.

"You know I love it when you dream of me," Daniel said, his voice dripping with satisfaction. "But I want more."

My heart raced. I knew what he wanted. He brought out a bottle of poppers and held it to my nose. The sweet, chemical smell filled my nostrils, dulling my senses and heightening my arousal. Daniel guided me onto my hands and knees, my body trembling with nerves. He applied a generous amount of lube and slowly inserted one finger into my ass. I moaned at the intrusion, the sensation making me tense up. He added another finger, stretching me wider. I felt like I was on the verge of breaking, but Daniel was ruthless and refused to stop. He added a third finger and twisted them, tearing at my resistance. I had to play this game, I just hoped that he would be quick about it . Daniel's finger fucked me in a punishing rhythm that made me bite my lip to hold back my cry of pain. I could not let him suspect. I took deep breaths of the poppers, and the chemical haze began to blur the pain into something almost tolerable.

Daniel pulled out his fingers and positioned himself behind me, the head of his cock pressed against my entrance. I closed my eyes, mentally preparing myself for the invasion. There was no stopping now, Daniel was far too determined. He thrust into me with a grunt, sinking deep into my reluctant body. After a few thrusts he started to shake, nearing his climax and I sighed in relief. I couldn't help but compare the feeling of him inside me to Kostas' powerful frame. Daniel's body was slimmer and less muscular, an older man trying to cling onto his fading youth. As Daniel's breathing became more labored, I felt him reach his climax. He collapsed onto me with a satisfied sigh, his warm breath tickling my neck. My body felt like it had been put through a meat grinder, but Daniel didn't seem to notice my discomfort. Instead, he pulled out of me and rolled over, a self-satisfied smile on his face.

I lay there, feeling used and empty. I couldn't shake the guilt and shame that washed over me in waves. I needed more drugs, reaching over the bedside table for the bag of coke Daniel had left me the night before. I quickly chopped out a line and snorted, the white powder burning my nostrils as it entered my system, the high quickly numbing the pain and shame that threatened to consume me. I needed to forget, to escape, even if just for a little while.

Daniel rolled over, his hand reaching out for mine. I tensed up, my heart racing. I didn't know how much longer I could keep this facade up. I needed to end things with Daniel, but I was terrified of what he'd do.

"It's a bit early for that, baby", he said. "But I won't say no to that"

He took one line himself. I groaned and turned my head, feeling the shame rise to my cheeks. Daniel narrowed his eyes at me, a sly smile on his lips.

"I think we need some real breakfast too, don't you think?"

I nodded and we started to get dressed, Daniel's hand lingering on my waist as I pulled on my shorts. I couldn't shake the feeling that he knew and that he could sense my growing distance. It made my heart race with fear. As we made our way up to the main deck, I saw Kostas making up the breakfast table as the chef looked on. I felt my heart quicken at the sight of him, and I turned away quickly before Daniel noticed.

I didn't know how much longer I could keep this up, this dangerous game of deception. Daniel and I sat down at the breakfast table, our conversation stilted and awkward. I picked at my food, my thoughts consumed by Kostas and the euphoria I had felt last night. I couldn't stop thinking about the feel of his hands on my body, the way he made me feel alive. But I knew I couldn't have him, not really. Daniel was my safety net, he did bring me drugs and manipulate me. I needed him, whether I liked it or not.

"Today we will be anchoring at Naxos", Daniel said. "Did you know that is where Ariadne was abandoned after she had helped Theseus escaped the labyrinth?"

"A rotten thing to do", I said, my voice laced with disgust.

Daniel chuckled; his eyes gleaming with amusement.

"Don't judge Theseus so harshly, my dear. He only did what he had to do to save himself", Daniel said sipping his morning coffee."

I felt it best not to reply. I bit at a croissant, seeing how Kostas watched me. He was serving food, but his hungry gaze lingered on me. I knew what it meant - he wanted more, just as I did. My heart raced as I allowed myself to relive the ecstasy I'd experienced with him last night. I was a traitor for feeling this way, but I couldn't help it. Daniel reached under the table and placed his hand possessively on my leg. I attempted to keep my face free from any signs of guilt or unease. I couldn't let Daniel suspect anything, not if I wished to remain safe on this boat.

"What time will we be docking at Naxos?", Daniel asked, looking up at Kostas.

Kostas's face remained impassive, but I could see a flicker of fear in his eyes.

"Noon," Kostas replied curtly, quickly returning to the task of setting the table.

I struggled to ignore the tension that was building between the two men. As we continued with the breakfast, I found myself constantly looking over at Kostas. His strong, muscular body was visible through his tight t-shirt, and I could feel my heart rate speeding up.

"I got some work to do. I'll see you when we get closer to the harbor", Daniel told me.

We exchanged a brief nod, as he left the table. I could see the tension layering on Kostas's body as he watched Daniel walk away. As soon as Daniel was out of sight, Kostas turned to me and said,

"Sam, are we going to continue this? Because I couldn't sleep this night knowing you are just feet away. I heard how Daniel fucked you this morning. Did you enjoy it?" Kostas asked.

"I didn't, Kostas. But we can't. Daniel is dangerous."

Kostas approached me, his eyes burning with a need that matched my own. He cupped my face in his large, calloused hands, his thumb brushing against my lower lip.

"We have to be careful," he breathed, his breath hot against my skin. "But I can't resist you anymore."

His lips found mine in a passionate kiss, his tongue invading my mouth as he deepened the kiss. I wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling him closer to me as I opened my mouth to his advances. It was crazy, reckless even, to be kissing Kostas right there in broad daylight, with Daniel just steps away. But I couldn't help myself. I needed this; I needed Kostas.

"Sam," Kostas breathed, his lips trailing kisses down my neck. "Let's get out of here."

I nodded, my heart racing as I pulled away from him. Kostas grabbed my hand and led me towards the lower deck of the yacht, towards the engine room. I followed him without protest, my thoughts consumed by the forbidden desire I felt for him. As we reached the engine room, I saw the dim light illuminating the grimy space. Kostas pushed me against the cold metal wall and pinned me there, his hands gripping my shoulders with a firm, possessive touch.

"I can't stand him touching you," Kostas breathed , "It's all I can think about. How his cock has been inside you, his hands grabbing you like he owns you."

He pressed himself against me, and I could feel his hardness straining against the fabric of his shorts. I gasped as his hands roamed down my chest and teased my nipples over the thin fabric of my t-shirt.

"But he doesn't," Kostas said, his voice low and commanding. "I do. I can't stay away from you anymore," Kostas murmured against my lips, his rough stubble scratching against my soft skin as our lips parted.

I could feel his hardness press against the front of my shorts, and I felt a shiver run through me. I closed my eyes and leaned into him, unable to deny the compelling pull I felt towards him. Kostas's hands moved beneath my shirt, caressing my bare back as he deepened the kiss, his tongue exploring my mouth with an urgency that set my blood rushing.

I pulled him closer, my hands fisting in his hair. He pushed me back against the wall, never breaking the kiss, as he quickly undid my shorts and pulled them down around my thighs. My cock sprang free, already rock hard and dripping with pre-cum. Kostas wasted no time before sinking to his knees and taking me into his mouth. His hot, wet mouth enveloped my shaft and I gasped at the sensation of his talented tongue swirling around my tip.

"Oh fuck, Kostas", I moaned as his head bobbed up and down, his hair tickling my thighs.

He reached up and grabbed my ass, pulling me closer to him and taking me deeper into his mouth. I could feel him relax his throat and I groaned as he swallowed my cock whole, the sensation of being so thoroughly claimed sending waves of pleasure coursing through me. Kostas wrapped his arms around my legs, stabilizing himself as he sucked me off. His head started to move quicker, and I could feel myself hurtling towards the edge. I keened, my fingers tightening in his hair as I felt my climax approach.

"Kostas, I'm going to cum," I grunted, trying to pull away.

But Kostas would have none of it. Instead, he gripped my hips tighter, refusing to let go of me with his mouth. I was trapped, and the relentless suction, combined with the heat and the wetness of Kostas's mouth pushed me towards an inevitable conclusion. With a guttural scream, I felt my cum surge up his throat as the pleasure peaked. His mouth continued sucking until the final shudder of orgasm finished passing through my body. I felt as if I had poured my very soul into him, empty and bare. Kostas stood up slowly and fixed his gaze on me, his expression serious.

"You are mine, Sam," Kostas said with determination.

I didn't reply, my mind still reeling from the mind-blowing orgasm he had just given me. I knew what he meant - I belonged to him now, and I couldn't deny it anymore. I wanted him, craved him with every fiber of my being. Just then, we heard footsteps on the stairs, and we quickly pulled away from each other, our breathing heavy and erratic. We adjusted our clothes as quickly as possible, but not before Andreas, the skipper, appear in the doorway of the engine room. He looked at me and Kostas with indifference, then turned to me.

"We will be arriving at Naxos in half an hour. Mr Daniel is looking for you."

Kostas and I shared a frantic glance, our breathing still ragged from the intense sex. We quickly arranged ourselves, Kostas adjusting his shorts while I pulled up my pants.

"I-I'll be there in a moment", I stammered, my mind still reeling from the euphoria of my climax.

Andreas nodded and left us alone in the room. I let out a shaky breath and leaned back against the cold metal wall. My body was still pulsing with pleasure, and I could feel my legs shaking. Kostas stood up and moved towards me, his eyes burning with a mixture of desire and concern.

"Sam, are you okay?" he asked, his voice a low growl.

I nodded, unable to find my voice. Kostas's hand brushed against my cheek, his touch sending a shiver down my spine. He leaned in and kissed me, his lips claiming mine in a hungry, raw kiss. I could taste myself on his tongue, and it only served to heighten my arousal.

"That was too close", I murmured.

"Daniel has given the crew a day off. Come to the Plaka beach when you can", Kostas said. "I'll be waiting. There is a secret cove."

I nodded, reluctantly pulling myself away from him. I adjusted my clothes, taking a few moments to gather myself before I emerged from the engine room.

As I reached the main deck of the yacht, I saw Daniel standing by the railing, his eyes sweeping over the horizon. I felt a twinge of guilt, knowing that I had just cummed in another man's willing mouth. I pushed the feeling aside, telling myself that just like Theseus, I did what I needed to do to survive. Daniel turned to me, his eyes softening as he gave me a small smile.

"There you are," he said, reaching out to take my hand in his. "I thought I'd lost you for a moment."

I forced a smile onto my face, trying to hide my unease. I couldn't bear to think about what would happen if Daniel found out about Kostas and me. As I walked up to him, I tried to keep my expression calm and composed. Daniel pulled me close and kissed me deeply, his grip tightening around me.

"I am going to take a shower, and then we'll head to Naxos," Daniel said, breaking the kiss.

I nodded silently, watching as he walked away towards the cabin. My mind reeled with plans about how to sneak off to meet Kostas at the beach.

As I joined Daniel in our cabin, I started to pack for our day trip on Naxos . I shoved in a few supplies like sunscreen, a hat, and a book to read when Daniel's attention was on something else. Daniel was content with his phone, scrolling through some business emails, seemingly uninterested in my preparations. I took this opportunity to steal a quick glance at him and wondered what he would do if he knew I was planning to betray him today. The thought made me shudder, and I tried not to let my nerves get the better of me.

"I'm ready, baby", I said , trying to keep my voice even.

Daniel smiled at me and stood up from the bed.

"Good, let's go," he said, his tone clipped.

We made our way up to the main deck, where Kostas was waiting for us.

"Welcome to Naxos," he said, his eyes meeting mine for a brief moment before flitting away. "I hope you have a nice day. And thank you, Mr Daniel for the day off."

Daniel nodded at him, seemingly unaware of the tension between Kostas and me.

"Thank you, Kostas," he said, his tone polite yet cold.

The smell of saltwater filled my nostrils as we made our way down the gangplank and onto the pier. The waves gently lapped at the shore, rocking the boats that were moored in the harbor. I couldn't help but take a deep breath and feel a sense of relief wash over me. The sun was shining brightly in the cloudless blue sky, casting a warm glow over everything in sight. We strolled along the quaint streets of Naxos Town, passing by traditional Greek tavernas and stores selling trinkets and souvenirs. Daniel had his arm wrapped around my waist, and he pulled me closer to him as we walked. Every so often, he would lean down and whisper something dirty and possessive into my ear, reminding me of his control over me.

As we walked among the ruins of what was rumored to be Ariadne's old temple, my thoughts went back again to that old myth. I realized I had gotten it all wrong. Maybe I really was Theseus, locked in this maze of dependency with Daniel as the looming minotaur. And maybe Kostas was my Ariadne, my ball of yarn that would eventually lead me home. But what would await me there, I wondered. A happily ever after? Or just another looming monster, ready to devour me? Would I also betray Kostas?

"Ready to go back to the boat?" Daniel asked.

"Why don't you go ahead", I answered. "I'd like to take a swim first, if that's all right." I offered, trying to sound as casual as I could. Daniel looked at me, his expression unreadable for a moment before he nodded.

"Well, don't stay in too long," he said, a hint of concern in his voice. "I wouldn't want you to catch a cold."

"I won't," I replied. "I'll be quick."

Daniel leaned in and kissed me gently on the lips before turning to leave. I watched him as he walked away, my heart racing in my chest. I couldn't believe that I was actually going to meet up with Kostas.

I wandered along the sandy shore of Plaka Beach, the sun beating mercilessly down upon my fair skin. The azure blue waves crashed against the shore, their cool waters beckoning me with promises of relief from the oppressive heat. My heart raced as I walked, scanning the coastline, searching for any sign of Kostas. I had never felt such anticipation before, my body buzzing with excitement and trepidation. I wore a tank top and speedos, feeling free as I in the distance saw a welcome figure.

Kostas stood there, slightly hidden behind a dune, but the way he looked at me told me he'd been watching for my arrival. I smiled at him, quickening my pace as I approached. Kostas stayed where he was, not moving until I was close enough for him to grab my hand. He pulled me down to the sand, not worrying about the dirt or the sand that stuck to my damp skin. His lips were on mine in an instant, hot and demanding as he pushed me down onto the sandy ground.

"I thought you'd never come", Kostas mumbled in my ear. "Let me take you to my secret place."

Kostas hand had a tight grip around my bicep. I gulped, taking in the intensity in his gaze. Memories of our previous encounter flooded my mind, and I knew that I couldn't resist him any longer. I let out a quiet, "Yes," and with that, we began to make our way towards the outskirts of the beach.

The path narrowed as we ventured further, and soon we found ourselves surrounded by a thicket of bushes and trees. Kostas pulled me deeper into the foliage, his large, calloused hands gripping my wrists as he tugged me urgently. I didn't hesitate or resist, my primal instincts taking over as I surrendered to the raw need that was consuming me. My heart raced, adrenaline surging through my veins as we stumbled upon a hidden cove, secluded from the rest of the world. Kostas pulled me closer, pressing his raw, muscled chest against my body. The heat radiating from him sent a shiver down my spine, and I could feel my desire for him rising.

"I need to taste you again," Kostas growled, his mouth finding mine in a fierce, hungry kiss.

I opened my lips to him, allowing him to explore my mouth with his skilled tongue. As we kissed, Kostas's hands roamed over my body, teasing my stomach, playing with the bottom of my tank top. I eagerly helped him to remove it, eager to feel his flesh pressed against mine. Too impatient to wait, I pulled his shirt over his head, revealing the hard planes of his muscled chest. His swim shorts was clinging to his hips, his muscular thighs exposed. His hairy chest glistened with sweat in the hot sun, and I could see the outline of his hard cock through the fabric of his shorts. He was a sight to behold, and my mouth went dry as I took him in.

"Kostas," I whispered, my voice barely audible.

"I want you, Sam," Kostas murmured.

I let out a small whimper, feeling my resolve crumbling. I knew I couldn't resist him. Kostas's large hands began to undo my speedos, his fingers moving with a raw, animalistic passion. I watched as his calloused fingers brushed against my erect penis, my body tense with anticipation. I spread my legs wider for Kostas as he trailed soft, wet kisses along my jawline. My head lolled back, and I groaned as his lips found my nipples, sucking hard on the sensitive skin as he teased the other with his fingertips. The sensation sent waves of pleasure coursing through me, my heart pounding in my chest. I cried out as Kostas's hand wrapped around my cock, pumping with a rough, unyielding grip.

I surrendered to the pleasure, letting myself be consumed by the intensity of our lovemaking. The hidden cove was breathtaking, a secret paradise hidden away from the world. Towering cliffs surrounded us, their rocky faces covered in lush green foliage. A waterfall cascaded down one of the cliffs, filling the air with a cool mist that kissed my skin. The sand beneath us was soft and golden, and the clear blue waters of the Aegean Sea lapped gently at the shore. My cock throbbed painfully in his firm grasp, and I knew that I couldn't last much longer.

"Please, Kostas," I begged, unable to keep the desperation out of my voice. "I need you now."

Kostas pulled back, a feral smile on his face.

"So, you want me," he growled.

I could only nod, my body trembling with need. Kostas leaned in and captured my lips in a heated kiss that stole my breath away. I wrapped my arms around his neck, feeling the muscles of his shoulders rippling beneath my fingers. His lips moved hungrily against mine, exploring and tasting, and my heart raced as I lost myself in the passion of the moment.

Kostas finally broke away, panting heavily. I wanted us both naked and started tugging at his swim shorts. His cock sprang free, standing tall and proud against his abdomen. It was a magnificent sight, the head flushed a dark, angry red and already slick with pre-cum. Kostas was well-endowed, with a thick shaft that tapered down to a defined base. His balls hung low, heavy with cum, and I couldn't help but reach out and cup them in my hand. Kostas groaned at my touch, his hips bucking forward involuntarily. I ran my fingers over the velvety skin of his shaft, marveling at how soft it was compared to the roughness of his hands. And then there were the dark pubes, a dense patch of curly hair that surrounded the base of his cock and framed his balls. It was wild and untamed, just like him.

"Fuck, Sam," Kostas growled, his hands gripping my hips tightly.

I wanted to taste him so badly, to explore every inch of his impeccably toned body. I got down on my knees, eager to feel his cock against my lips. I wrapped my hands around his dense, curly pubes and ran my tongue from the base of his cock to the tip. Kostas groaned at the sensation, his body shuddering as he tried to push himself deeper into my mouth. I opened wider, taking him in as far as I could. His salty, musky taste coated my tongue, and I grunted as I wrapped my lips around his thick shaft. Kostas's fingers tightened in my hair as he began to fuck my mouth, his hips rocking back and forth as he took control of the situation. I looked up at him, worshipping his body with my eyes. My fingers traced the defined lines of his adonis belt, then around his body to his ass, that was just as perfect. I reveled in the taste of him, his precum getting saltier as he throbbed in my mouth. I wanted to take him deeper, but I knew that Kostas was a man who liked to be in control. He growled and pulled me up, kissing me deeply and tasting himself on my lips.

I broke away, gasping for breath, but Kostas wasn't done with me yet. He pushed me down onto the soft sand, my back hitting the ground with a gentle thud. He leaned over me, his strong arms braced beside my shoulders as he looked down at me. I touched his arms, sinewy pillars of muscle, and tried to calm my racing heart. But it was useless - just the sight of him, so close, so impossibly sexy, had me writhing with need.

"Fuck, you're so beautiful," Kostas groaned, his lips seeking out mine again in a deep, passionate kiss.

His mouth descended on mine again, his tongue invading my mouth and stealing my breath. My hands clung to his shoulders, fingers digging into his tanned skin as he pinned me to the ground and ravished my mouth with his. I could feel his hard cock pressed against my stomach, and I moaned with anticipation. The sand beneath me felt rough against my bare skin, but I barely noticed as Kostas continued to plunder my mouth with his lips and tongue. He was in control, and I relished the feeling of submitting to him.

"You're mine now, Sam," Kostas growled, his voice low and dangerous. "And I'm going to make you scream my name."

He proved true to his word. Kostas began to kiss his way down my body, his tongue traced a path down my chest, swirling around my nipples and making me gasp with pleasure. He moved further down, his lips closing around the head of my cock. I cried out as he took me deep into his throat, his tongue swirling around my shaft as he sucked me off. His hands gripped my hips tightly, holding me in place as he feasted on my cock.

I was in heaven. He trailed his tongue along the backside of my cock, in between my balls and my hole, where he prodded gently with his tongue. I cried out again, arching my back. I wanted him inside me, but I knew he wasn't done teasing me yet. Kostas's lips found my balls again, and he sucked them one by one into his mouth, rolling them against his tongue as he made me moan and pant. I could feel his stubble rubbing against my delicate skin, the sensation sending shivers through my body. Kostas's tongue probed gently at my entrance, and I gasped as I felt him push inside me. I was tight, but Kostas was determined and patient. He circled his tongue around my opening, making me wail with pleasure as he loosened me up. I felt him slip a finger inside me, working it in and out as he continued to circle my opening with his tongue. My hips bucked off the ground, meeting each thrust as he opened me up further.

Kostas's mouth left my hole, leaving me panting with need. I looked up at him, my body trembling with anticipation. His eyes were dark and intense, his lips curled into a wicked smile.

"Now, it's time for me to take you," he growled, his voice low and commanding.

Before I could respond, Kostas had already grabbed my legs and flipped me onto my stomach. He pulled my hips up, exposing my entrance to him. I could feel his hot breath against my skin as he leaned down, his tongue tracing a path along my spine. My heart raced as I waited for him to enter me, my body tensing with anticipation. And then, without warning, Kostas thrust himself inside me. I cried out as he filled me up, his cock stretching me wide open. Kostas wasted no time, and began to fuck me with a fierce, primal intensity. His hands gripped my hips tightly, pulling me back to meet each thrust as he drove himself deeper inside me. I could feel him hitting my prostate with every stroke.

"You like that, don't you, Sam?" he growled, his voice low and dangerous. "You like it when I fuck you like this?"

I could only nod, unable to form coherent words as I surrendered to the pleasure.

"Tell me how much you want it," Kostas demanded, his voice rough and demanding.

"I want you", I finally gasped out. "I want you to fuck me so deep."

He grabbed my waist and pulled me up until my back rested against his muscled chest. He wrapped his hand around my neck, tightening it just enough to cut off my airway slightly, and send waves of pleasure pulsing through me. I whimpered, my body trembling as I felt his lips on my ear.

"That's right, Sam. You're mine now."

He released my neck and reached around me, his skilled fingers finding my cock once again. My whole body was trembling with lust, as he teased and pleasured me. His touch was pure magic, and I couldn't help but cry out again as he played with me. Kostas's fingers traced a path down my shaft, stroking and massaging me as I began to groan. His fingers circled the sensitive head of my cock, and I could feel him manipulating me. Kostas leaned in close to me, whispering hot, dirty things in my ear.

"Has Daniel ever made you feel like this?"

I wanted to scream that no, nobody had ever made me feel like he did as he plunged into me over and over again, each thrust sending me closer to the edge. I couldn't think straight, and I could only shake my head in response.

"I'm going to make you forget all about him," Kostas growled. His fingers tightened around my cock, stroking me in time with his thrusts as I writhed beneath him. I could feel the orgasm building inside me, the pleasure coiling in my stomach like a spring.

"Come for me, Sam," Kostas demanded, his voice rough and commanding. "Come for me now."

I couldn't hold back any longer. With a strangled cry, I finally let go, my body shuddering as I came hard in Kostas's hand. My vision blurred as I rode the wave of pleasure, my muscles clenching and unclenching in the aftershocks. Kostas didn't stop, continuing to stroke my sensitive cock until I could barely stand any more. I collapsed onto the sand, panting heavily and gasping for breath. But Kostas wasn't done with me yet. He leaned down, capturing my lips in another searing-hot kiss.

"I want to cum in your mouth, baby", Kostas said , his voice low and guttural.

"Mmm, fuck, yes," I moaned, my body trembling with yearning.

Kostas pulled out of me, and turned me over so I was sitting in the sand. His eyes wandered over my body, taking in every inch of my bare skin. I felt self-conscious under his gaze, but I could tell that he appreciated what he saw. I leaned up and took his cock in my mouth, savoring the taste. I sucked on him enthusiastically, feeling his body tense with pleasure as I worked him over. Kostas's hands fisted in my hair, holding my head still as he began to face fuck me. I relaxed my throat, taking him deeper and deeper until he hit the back of my throat. I gagged, but Kostas didn't stop, forcing himself further into me. He fucked my mouth in earnest, his cock hitting the back of my throat with each thrust. I could feel my own arousal spiking as I sucked him, my cock hardening again despite the intense orgasm I had just experienced.

"That's it, Sam," Kostas groaned, his voice low and husky. "Take it all."

I gripped his hips, pulling him deeper into my mouth, feeling his cock twitch and pulse on my tongue as he neared his release. Kostas's thrusts grew erratic, and I knew he was close. With a final, deep thrust, Kostas came, his hot, salty cum filling my mouth. I reveled in the taste of him, the musky, slightly bitter flavor of his release a reminder of the intensity of our lovemaking. I swallowed, savoring the feeling as he pulled out of me, his cock glistening with a mixture of our sweat and fluids.

I lay back, panting heavily, my body still trembling with pleasure as Kostas collapsed beside me. I turned to look at him, my heart racing as I took in his muscled chest and abs, glistening with a sheen of sweat. His hair was matted to his forehead, and his eyes were dark with desire and satisfaction.

"That was amazing," I whispered, my voice barely audible.

Kostas nodded, his eyes never leaving mine.

I leaned in for another kiss, but before our lips could touch, I heard a low growl behind me. I turned around to see Daniel standing there, his face twisted in anger and jealousy. He had heard everything, seen everything. My heart sank as I realized that my secret rendezvous with Kostas had been discovered.

"What the fuck is going on here?" Daniel snarled, his voice dripping with venom.

I stumbled backwards, trying to put some distance between myself and Daniel. I could feel my heart pounding in my chest, my body trembling with fear and shame. Kostas moved to stand in front of me, shielding me from Daniel's wrath.

"Daniel, this isn't what it looks like," Kostas said, his voice calm and steady.

But Daniel wasn't listening. He was beyond himself with rage.

"Andreas told me, but I didn't want to believe him", Daniel said.

He took a step towards me , his hand raised. I flinched, willing my body to find the strength to defend itself. But Daniel was too strong, and before I could react, he slapped me across the face.

"You will come back to the boat", he yelled.

The sting of his hand echoed in my ears, ringing loudly, making me see stars. Daniel lunged at me again, his fist coming at my face, but Kostas stepped in front of me, taking the blow instead. Daniel stumbled backwards; his eyes wide with shock.

"Leave us alone, Daniel," Kostas's voice was low, deadly.

Still naked, Kostas responded instantly, blocking Daniel's attack with swift, practiced movements. I could feel the hatred radiating off of Daniel's body as he cocked his arm back, preparing to strike again. I stumbled backwards, my heart hammering in my chest. Kostas pushed me aside as the two men squared off. 

"Fuck off, Daniel. You can't touch him."

Daniel's face twisted in rage.

"You're just a lowly crew member, how dare you!"

Daniel swung out his arm with all his might, attempting to land a powerful blow on Kostas. But Kostas, was quick to react and easily dodged the attack. The force of the swing, however, left Daniel off-balance, and Kostas took advantage of the momentary lapse. With a swift, calculated motion, he delivered a punch to Daniel's stomach. The blow was unexpected, and Daniel's body involuntarily doubled over, the wind knocked out of him. He keeled over, landing with a thud on the sandy ground. Before he could regain his footing, Kostas had lunged forward, his attack a flurry of punches and kicks.

I watched, frozen and speechless, as the two men fought. Kostas was quickly gaining the upper hand, his movements precise and deadly. Daniel fought back, but finally succumbed to the relentless onslaught. As Kostas stood victorious over Daniel, who now was unconscious. I knew that we needed to act fast. Daniel was powerful and dangerous. I had no idea what he was capable of.

"We have to leave before he recovers," I said, my voice trembling with fear.

Kostas looked at him, his eyes filled with a mix of relief and confusion. He knew that we couldn't stay here, not with Daniel alive and capable of seeking revenge. I grabbed my clothes from the ground and quickly got dressed, my hands shaking as I pulled on my speedos and tank top. Kostas followed my lead, dressing himself in record time.

"We need to get off this island," I said, the urgency in my voice unmistakable.

Kostas nodded in agreement; his jaw set in determination. 

"I have a friend in Naxos Town. He will take us to my home island."

We left Daniel lying unconscious on the beach and hurried away from the scene. My heart was still racing from the confrontation, and I couldn't believe what had just happened. I had never seen Daniel's naked rage like that before.

As we approached Naxos Town, Kostas led me through the narrow streets, his hand tightly gripping mine. I could feel the warmth of his touch, and it gave me a sense of comfort and security. I looked up at him, taking in his strong features and the determined look in his eyes. He was my savior, my protector, and I felt grateful to have him by my side.

We finally arrived at a small taverna tucked away in a corner of the town. Kostas's friend, George, was waiting for us outside.