by Lisa Hughey
And she’d tell him so as soon as he let go of her body.
Sherry continued to shudder, her whole body shaking.
She licked his fingers, still covering her mouth, and he loosened his grip. His other hand was still buried inside her sex, moving in a slow erotic motion. She licked again. And he figured out what she was asking for.
RJ traced her lips with his fingers, and Sherry’s tongue darted out to lick the rough pads. Then she sucked his fingers into her mouth. She wanted him inside her any way she could get him. She drew on his fingers, using her tongue and hollowing her cheeks, trying to get his hand as far in her mouth as she could. Soon she was going to do the same to his dick but right now she wanted his hand to continue rocking inside her because miraculously her arousal was building again.
Sherry rubbed against him, teasing him with her ass, begging him to turn her around and plunge that impressive weapon inside her.
RJ was harder than the gazebo post. His cock throbbed, pulsing against her low back, growing impossibly bigger as she teased him with her body.
At this rate, RJ was going to come in his pants, which he hadn’t done since he was an inexperienced teen.
He pulled his fingers from her body, slick with her come. She nipped at his other fingers with her teeth.
He whirled her around and pressed her against the pillar. With shaking hands, he unbuttoned her shorts and shoved them down to her ankles.
Finally able to move, she ripped his T-shirt over his head. “Please tell me you have a condom.”
She was stepping out of her shorts.
“Front pocket.” He groaned. Thank God he’d had the presence of mind to store it in his shorts before dinner.
She wiggled her hand inside his pocket and grabbed the small foil packet, brushing seductively against his throbbing cock as she drew the square out.
RJ pushed his underwear and shorts down to his thighs. “Put it on,” he whispered harshly.
But she was already two steps ahead of him. She rolled the latex down his cock, caressing his balls once she got to the end.
“Damn, you’re going to be the death of me.” RJ scooped his arms beneath her hamstrings and lifted her. Her back against the pillar, she wrapped her legs around his waist.
The tip of his cock prodded her entrance.
They inhaled sharply at the same time.
RJ hesitated. With her lifted, they were eye to eye. “Do it,” she demanded.
“It’s been a while,” he apologized before he blew. “So this is just to take the edge off.”
“Fine. Fine. Just get to it.”
RJ pushed inside, her swollen sex closing around his cock like she was made for him. Her hot sex, and the stimulation as she tilted her hips toward him, her pubis bone bumping against his belly until he was seated to the hilt, combined for a lethal trifecta. He held still, trying to adjust so he made this last for more than a stroke.
Sherry gripped his face in her hands, her fingers threaded through his hair, and said fiercely, “Move.”
As if the chains were off, he began to plow into her. Sherry slammed her mouth over his. Their tongues dueled as he fucked into her with short, frantic strokes. All sense of finesse gone in a haze of pure lust.
He wanted to brand her as his, to mark her so that no one else could touch her. He was nearly frantic with the insatiable desire roaring through him. Another few short strokes and he exploded. His orgasm roared through his body. His vision went white, his head spun just like that moment on the climbing wall earlier.
Sound and sight disappeared.
His orgasm went on and on. She was shaking around him, her pussy squeezing him dry. Her nails dug into his shoulders as she bucked against him.
The grunts and groans from the powerful orgasm echoed through the quiet night air.
RJ dropped his forehead to her shoulder. His ass was hanging in the wind, his dick still buried inside her, her bare legs twined around his waist as she clung to him.
They were twisted together like a pretzel.
Which was what his emotions felt like. Twisted into a fractured reality that felt overwhelming. His chest heaved, and his heart boomed as if he’d run a marathon instead of sprinting through the best sex he’d had in…a while.
Charming. He’d banged her outside.
RJ lifted his head and peered into her blue gaze. She didn’t look disgusted. She looked…sated, satisfied. Her smile floated over her face.
“That was…embarrassingly quick.”
Her white teeth gleamed in the shadowed air. “Nice technique.”
“I guess this means you aren’t mad.”
“I’m furious.” She giggled. “You need to start over and do it right this time.”
Disproportionate relief flooded through him.
“Unless you aren’t up for it,” she taunted.
“Round two, coming up.” RJ let her slide down his body. “But I’d like to spread out and take my time.”
“That sounds….”
He waited for her agreement. Unnervingly concerned with her answer. He’d gotten her off. They hadn’t really put any conditions on this thing. Just that no one could know.
Neither of them had thought about the consequences of what they’d just done. Anyone could discover them out here. And even so, right this second all he cared about was her answer.
Finally, she finished, “…perfect.”
They righted their clothes and stumbled back to RJ’s cabin.
It should have been awkward; instead a sense of urgency overcame him. He needed to be inside her again.
“Round two might be a little on the fast side, but I promise to take my time for round three.”
“Three?” she said faintly. Except she had a giant smile on her face, sparkling eyes, and her hair had tumbled out of her perfect ponytail and framed her features with a blond halo. “Bring it.”
Chapter 10
RJ slammed the door to his cabin and stalked toward her. “I’m hungry.”
Oh. Not what she was expecting but since he’d just pushed her over the edge into amazing orgasms, she wasn’t about to complain. “Umm, okay. You want me to see what I can scrounge up from the kitchen?”
“I don’t need anything but you.”
Okay it was stupid, but her heart melted, just a little. She needed to mentally tack on right now to the end of that statement.
“Get on the bed.”
Sherry flushed. Oh. Slowly she sat down on the quilt that covered the cabin’s queen-sized bed.
RJ ripped his T-shirt over his head and shoved his shorts down. He stalked toward her completely naked. His abs rippled as he bent over her and his cock stood at attention, thick and long, from a nest of black curly hair, head leaking pre-cum.
He crawled over her, pushing her camp polo shirt up her body and exposing her pink lace bra.
“Score. I knew your bra was going to be dope.” He tore her shirt over her head and bent to her breasts. His mouth closed over the stiff bud while he pushed her shorts off.
Sherry ran her hands over the smooth skin of his back. He was strong, young, and she was thrilled that round two was imminent.
He popped the front clasp on her bra, molded her breasts, and squeezed the globes together so he could kiss his way down the center of her body, pausing at her belly button to tongue her. He continued with short little sucking kisses until he paused at the top of her mound. His mischievous grin conveyed his pleasure. “Told you I’m hungry. I can’t wait to suck up your sweet, slick pussy and swallow it down.”
Then RJ lapped at her clit.
“Oh, you don’t have to—”
“There’s no have to about this, babe.” And he proceeded to eat at her pussy like he was starving and she was a banquet.
Her former lovers had been older, and most of them had not been concerned with giving her pleasure. Sex had been more about her getting them off than the other way around.
“Seriously, it’s not necessary.” She tugged at
his hair.
RJ stopped, his hair flopping over his forehead and his mouth shiny with her arousal. “Do you really want me to stop or do you just think that I don’t want to do this?”
She also wasn’t used to such frank talk by a lover. But while he was demanding her answer, his fingers stroked inside her, stimulating a spot that was driving her wild.
Her back arched, as if she could get closer to those magic fingers and whatever he was doing. “Umm.”
He laughed, low and husky. “Problem?”
She couldn’t think. “Don’t stop.”
He was considerate. He was skilled. And he was blowing her mind.
Her whole body was overstimulated and on the edge of combustion.
“My pleasure.”
Sherry pulled back from the edge, coherent enough to push for what she wanted. “As long as you let me blow you when you’re done.”
“Not turning that down.”
She was so comfortable with him. They moved together in tune with each other. RJ scooped his shoulders under her ass and lifted her to his feasting mouth.
He sucked and licked her to another explosive orgasm. Her mind and body combusted. With quick, short movements, RJ rolled on a condom and pushed inside her.
She was still coming when he started to move.
“You feel so good,” he groaned against her neck.
His cock spread her wide as he rocked into her, longer strokes caressing that spot inside her again. She was swollen and on the edge of discomfort, her body overwhelmed by the multiple orgasms.
“Put your legs around my waist,” he commanded.
She complied, and he shoved his hands beneath her butt and lifted her into the shorter, sharper strokes. He banged against her, his balls slapping at her sex as he grew impossibly bigger inside her.
“Not. Gonna. Last.”
He arched back as his orgasm took him over the edge. He pumped into her in short strokes as his thick cock throbbed against her walls. The angle of his thrusts pushed his cockhead against her G-spot and incredibly she began to fall over the edge. Again.
Holy wow.
Her heart thundered. His sleek muscles pressed her down into the cradle of the bed. Her legs spread wide to accommodate his hips and his weight.
“I’m too heavy,” he said. And in some acrobatic move that surprised her, he managed to roll them so that she lay on top of him.
Sherry rested her head in the crook of RJ’s neck. His arms tightened around her back. They were still joined together, but she made a move to get off him. “Not yet,” he said groggily.
“I don’t want to be in your way.” Insecurity tugged at her; normally she got up and left. Cuddling wasn’t usually on the table.
“I’m inside you. You’re exactly where I want you to be.”
She had an implant, so pregnancy wasn’t a worry, but they hadn’t really talked about safety.
His arms loosened. “Unless you want to leave.”
“No,” she replied honestly. “This is nice. You’re nice.”
RJ winced.
“What? You are.”
“Well, I was raised to treat women properly,” RJ said. “My mother would hand me my ass if I didn’t live by her advice.”
“Your mother sounds pretty awesome.”
“Ugh, I can’t believe we’re talking about my mother while I’m inside you.”
Sherry laughed. “Yeah. Not usually my post-coital convo either.”
“What do you usually say?”
Nice night. See you at the office in the morning. Her throat tightened. “Not much.”
“Can I ask a question?”
“I can’t really stop you.”
“Why’d you do it?” RJ burst out. “Why’d you sleep with your boss?”
“My married boss is what you’re really asking.”
“Okay, bad timing. It’s none of my business.”
“No, it isn’t.” But she could literally feel him bursting from the why. She was glad that he couldn’t see her face. “My mother was all about looking out for herself.”
And now she was talking about her mother. Ugh.
“But…what about you?”
“Her advice was, look out for yourself, because no one else will.”
“Not even her?”
“Nope. Her only other advice was to take what you could get from a man, but don’t give him power over you. Love is a weakness.”
“So you purposely chose a guy who was already married?”
“Yeah. She didn’t have a great opinion of marriage either.”
“But marriage should be about a partnership. Two people who support each other through the tough times. A good partner makes you stronger.”
“That hasn’t been my experience.” Guilt crowded in on her. “Not that it’s an excuse, because I realize now that I harmed Jeffrey’s wife by my actions.” And, now they were talking about her former asshole lover.
Weirdest post-sex discussion ever.
He tensed, and she could tell he still didn’t get it. “They were safe.” She’d had to examine her life and priorities pretty seriously. “You know if you go into a relationship knowing the absolute worst thing about your lover, they can’t disappoint you. And if you expect nothing, then if they are better than you expect, it’s a bonus.”
Did it disappoint her when they verified her cynicism? Every. Single. Time.
He was quiet. “You really go into a relationship believing your partner is going to hurt you?”
“Hurt? No. Probably not the right word,” Sherry said. “But I sure as hell don’t expect them to look out for me.”
Because the only person who looked out for Sherry was Sherry.
Time for her to go. This conversation was making her very uncomfortable. “We’d better take care of that condom.”
RJ held the base, and while he had a good grip on it, she lifted off him and reached for her shirt. “Probably best get back to my cabin.”
“What about round three?”
“Rain check?” Because even though their conversation had veered into uncomfortable subjects, she didn’t want to sever this relationship, or whatever you’d call it, yet. She wanted to keep her options open. Because once she slammed that door shut, it wasn’t coming open again.
“Yeah.” RJ watched her gather her clothes and get dressed.
“Why are you watching?”
“It’s like a reverse strip tease.”
He palmed his cock and leisurely pumped.
Sherry had her hand on the doorknob. He vaulted out of bed and cut her off, placing his hand over hers. “One more question.”
She closed her eyes, suddenly exhausted. She could refuse, but what was the point? “What?”
“Why’d you have sex with me last summer?”
That…hadn’t been what she’d been expecting. “Does it matter?”
“If anyone had found out, you’d have been in a lot of trouble.”
True. And she’d done it anyway. Just like tonight. Against all better judgement, she was drawn to him.
He brushed a strand of hair from her cheek and waited patiently for her to answer.
She could lie, she could say something superficial, but she’d decided to be a new Sherry. To own her choices and to make good ones. “Because I saw you at the partners yoga and you were fun and kind and put everyone at ease, even though you were hungover as hell.”
He laughed a little. “I was seriously hungover. But that’s why?”
“Then you came looking for me after I freaked out about the frogs.”
“True.”
She shrugged. “You teased me out of my silly fear.” He’d been funny and kind and it was clear that he cared. She hadn’t been special, but he’d made her feel special.
He nuzzled her neck and kissed his way up to her ear.
And even though she knew it was a bad idea, a seriously bad idea, her fingers rested at his hips. His naked hips. “How about you?”
He nudg
ed her with his hardening cock. “I’m down.”
“Clearly.” She huffed a breath. “I meant why did you sleep with me? I was being a bit of a drama queen.”
He laughed again. “You were. But I happen to like a bit of drama. And you were—are—hot as hell.”
“It could have screwed the merger.”
“The last thing I’d been thinking about was the merger.” He looked chagrined and straightened. “Even if I should have been. Especially since you were sleeping with Jeffrey.”
The way he spat Jeffrey’s name made it clear what he thought of that. And likely what he really thought of her.
“You sure you aren’t available for round three?”
“Are you serious?”
“Yeah, a little different from your old men.” And there was that edge to his voice. He didn’t like thinking about her with her boss.
With regret she opened the door.
Time to go.
Saturday morning
RJ was in a bad mood.
He should have been feeling good. He’d broken his sex-fast with a totally hot babe who had no interest in his bottom line. He must have imagined that connection between them. He’d put his hyperawareness about her, where she was located at all times, down to sexual attunement. But maybe he’d just been horny.
Except if that was the case, he should feel awesome this morning.
Instead, he was in a foul mood. She’d run out of his cabin like he’d just told her he had herpes and she had to get to a doctor stat.
RJ kicked a rock on his way to this morning’s activities.
He’d spent the entire sunrise yoga class thinking about Sherry instead of concentrating on finding peace. Everything he did reminded him of her.
According to the schedule he and Michael had planned, and the cutesy paper with checkered flag border pinned to his cabin door this morning, today’s first group thing was the breakfast cook-off.
He tried to shrug off his mood and stopped to get a coffee before heading in to the camp’s industrial kitchen facility.
His sister bounced up to him, all smiles and bright-eyed vitality. She practically vibrated with a frenetic energy.