by Vivian Wood
His eyes shot upward. She acted like nothing had happened between them, but now he recognized that simmer below her surface.
“Maybe, uh, maybe we should set this up a little over here,” he said, and pulled the tent away from the main group.
“Oh, someone needs some privacy!” one of his coworkers called out. He ignored the kissing noises that came their way.
Great, he thought.
By the time everyone had their tents set up and their equipment put away, it was dark. Philip had built a roaring fire in the pit, and the group had assembled a circle of chairs around the flames that licked dangerously toward the sky.
“Cheers!” Rosalie said as she opened a bottle of wine and everyone filled their red Solo cups with a sweet red.
After just one drink each, everyone who worked at the hospital began to yawn.
Wow. We really are lame, Jack thought.
“You guys,” Rosalie said. “I hate to be that person, but I’m exhausted.”
“Seriously?” Jeremy asked. He shook his head in disgust and pulled out a silver flask.
“I’m pretty tired, too,” said the nurse who’d brought Jeremy.
He shot her a look of disappointment, but said nothing.
“I think it’s safe to say most of us are beat,” Philip said. “I don’t have a problem calling it a night and getting an early start on another hike in the morning. I mean, we came out here to relax, right?”
Out of the corner of his eye, Jack watched Addy trace a design into the dirt with a long stick. She shot a look of daggers at Philip.
Wow. She really doesn’t want to be stuck in that tent with me, Jack thought.
It was going to be a long night. He prayed that the glass of wine would do its trick and just put him to sleep.
As Philip doused the fire and the group began to disperse to their tents, Addy shot toward theirs at lightning speed.
“Someone’s eager,” Philip said quietly and nudged Jack with his elbow.
If he only knew.
Addy had left the entry flap open and was already curled up in her sleeping bag. Jack opened the flashlight app on his phone and made his way into the cramped tent.
He slipped out of his jeans and t-shirt, bundling them into the corner. Addy faced away from him.
As Jack slipped into his own sleeping bag in boxers, he let out a sigh. It looked like she’d just ignore him the entire night, which was fine with him.
“Do you mind?” she hissed.
“What?”
“You didn’t bring any pajamas? You’re just going to sleep naked—”
“How do you even know—Jesus, Addy, I’m wearing boxers!”
“Keep your voice down!” She flipped over as his eyes adjusted to the darkness.
Overhead, he’d kept the flap off the top of the tent to let the stars shine through. The moon was bright enough that it dimly illuminated their tent. Addy glared at him and squinted as her own eyes adapted.
“What’s your problem?” he asked, incredulous.
“You’re my problem,” she growled.
He opened his mouth to argue, but something about her in that blue light made him stop. Jack lunged for her. Her lips were soft and tasted wild, yet familiar.
Addy made a small squeak and weakly pushed him away. It just made him want her more. When he kissed her a second time, there was no resistance. Instead, she parted her lips and welcomed his tongue against hers.
“Addy—”
“Shut up.” She rose to her knees and the sleeping bag fell away from her. In one swift motion, she pulled off her t-shirt to reveal full breasts with hard nipples that begged for his mouth.
20
She hated herself for it, but she just couldn’t stop.
The feel of his mouth against hers, his tongue as it flicked across her teeth, it was all too much.
Addy scrambled out of her sleeping bag and Jack reached for the little shorts. He tore them off with ease. When Addy reached for her underwear to pull them down, he grabbed her wrists and stopped her.
Jack pushed her against the thin material of the tent, grasped her ankles and spread her legs wide. As he crawled toward her, hand still on her ankles, she whimpered.
In nothing but panties, which were quickly becoming soaked, goosebumps broke out across her flesh and her nipples grew harder. Jack nuzzled into her neck and began to trail his tongue down her collarbone.
As he moved downward, she pushed her chest out, desperate for his mouth on her nipples. He kissed her breasts and outlined her areolas with the tip of his tongue.
Jack teased her and she moaned in frustration. Finally, when he pulled a nipple into his mouth and started to suck, Addy cried out.
Jack worked toward her other breast and she wound her fingers through his hair. He kissed down her stomach. Addy started to pant as he neared the hemline of her panties.
He kissed her clit through the lacy material and she moaned, on the edge of explosion already. When she looked down at the sight of his head between her legs, his big hands wrapped tight around her ankles, it was almost too much to bear.
“Please,” she whispered.
“Please, what?” he asked, but he didn’t look at her. “Tell me what you want.”
“Come on,” she said. As much as she didn’t want to, she pushed her center toward his face.
“Tell me what you want,” he repeated.
What do you want? Emboldened, she gripped his hair tighter.
“Rip my panties off,” she said.
He released her ankles just long enough to oblige. The chill in the air instantly hit the warm wetness of her center.
“Now?” he asked.
“Eat me.”
“Eat what?” he asked, and blew lightly on her clit.
“Eat my pussy.” The voice didn’t sound like her, low and hungry.
Immediately, Jack’s tongue was on her clit. Without the buffer of the lace between his tongue and her, the pleasure hit hard. She closed her eyes and lifted her head upward.
“What else do you want?” he asked between kisses and sucks.
“Put your finger in me,” she demanded.
Addy didn’t even realize that’s what she wanted, to feel only partially full of him, until she said it. He released one ankle and easily slid a thick finger through her wetness. She moaned and pressed against it, but needed more.
“Two fingers,” she said.
Addy opened her eyes and she looked down at Jack, so eager to please her. The power of it, of telling him exactly how to fuck her, was intoxicating. She started to play with her breasts, to pinch her nipples.
But why should I have to?
“Here,” she said, and took his hand that still gripped an ankle and brought it to her breasts. Eagerly, he started to roll one nipple in his finger. It inched her closer to orgasm.
“Yes,” she said, and spread her legs wider. Every part of him was for her pleasure. “My G-spot,” she said, her voice shaking. “Hit my G-spot.”
Jack’s fingers inside her changed rhythm and position. In seconds, she felt the waves he commanded inside her start to move.
As she got close to orgasm, she forced herself to stop—and Jack.
“Slower,” she managed to say. “Slow down.” He obliged, but even she could tell how difficult it was for him. “Give me your hand.”
Jack slowly slid his fingers from her center.
“Let me taste,” she demanded.
He raised his hands to her lips while his tongue lazily circled her engorged clit. As she sucked his fingers, slick with her wetness, to the depths of her throat she heard a feral purr deep inside her.
“Do you want to fuck me?” she asked as she released his fingers from her lips.
“Yes,” he said from between her thighs.
She squeezed her legs together, trapped his head between them. “How badly do you want to fuck me?”
“More than anything.”
“From behind.”
As
soon as she’d spoken the words, he was on his knees and tore off his boxers. Addy bit her lip and admired his swollen cock.
She got onto all fours and smiled at him from over her shoulder.
“Fuck me now,” she said lowly.
Jack gripped her hips and buried himself deep inside with a groan.
“Oh, fuck,” she whispered.
His length pressed hard against her G-spot and her clit began to throb. As he began his rhythm, she squirmed.
“Wait,” she said, and he stopped immediately. The power was incredible. “Like this.”
Addy raised onto her knees, perched on top of his thighs with his cock deep within her. At this angle, the pressure against her G-spot was almost too much to take. Jack kissed her neck from behind.
“Harder,” she said, and he bit down just enough to make her yelp. One of his hands reached for her clit and the other ran across her breasts.
“Just like that,” she said.
Jack started to bounce her while he stimulated every sensual part of her body.
She could feel his breath, ragged, against her ear as he sucked the delicate skin of her neck.
“Addy,” he whispered into her ear. “Fuck, you feel so good.”
“Make me come,” she said, though she was already close. He began to fuck her harder.
“Make me come,” she said again, louder with her head dropped back.
“I’m close,” he said, almost apologetic.
What the hell? No condom. Fuck, there was no condom.
But in that moment, she didn’t care.
“Make me come with you,” she said. “Come inside me.”
“Addy—”’
“Come inside me.”
With a final flick of his slick finger against her clit, he nipped at her neck and slammed her down onto him.
“Fuck, Jack,” she cried out, and clenched her teeth together.
The rush of his come exploded inside her and pushed her over the edge. She called out his name and came hard against his cock.
He released her and Addy fell forward onto her hands and knees, but he stayed inside her. His hands once again at her hips, he pulled her close.
“Let me feel you,” she heard him say from behind. “I want to feel it…”
“Again,” she whispered. “Just a little… fuck, Jack, I’m going to come again.”
She’d barely come off the first wave, but the rush of his orgasm inside her brought on an entire new climax. She pushed her ass against him and mewled through the second round.
When he finally released her and pulled himself out, she felt a hot stream of their combined juices spill out of her. The wetness ran down her leg.
Addy turned around to find him splayed on his back, one arm outstretched for her to fall against his chest.
But Addy stayed as far away as she could in the cramped tent and hurriedly pulled on her t-shirt.
“What’s wrong?” he asked.
“Nothing,” she said, impressed that she was able to muster her professional voice. She searched for her shorts but couldn’t find them in the tangled mess of sleeping bags.
“Shit,” she said. “Move, I can’t find my shorts.”
“Addy, don’t worry about it,” he said. “Come here—”
“No,” she snapped. Even in the low light, she could see the cloud move across his face.
“What’s your problem?”
“Nothing,” she said. “Actually, that’s not true. You’re my problem.”
“Excuse me?”
“You’re a fucking bad life choice for me, Jack!” she said.
“Well, thanks a lot.”
“That’s not what I meant.”
She finally found the shorts and pulled them up, not caring that both of their come continued to seep out of her and directly onto the material.
“Okay, then what did you mean?”
“I mean this wasn’t supposed to happen! This whole thing, it was a stupid fucking mistake to begin with. Fine, okay? I own part of that, we were both shitfaced drunk when we got married. But we stayed married to get back at Rosa—”
“Addy! Shh,” he said, and leaned up on his elbows.
She glanced toward the entry flap and remembered about Rosalie and Jeremy just a few yards away.
“Sorry,” she said, her voice lower. “But … God, Jack, don’t you get it?”
“Apparently not.”
“I was okay faking a marriage that we’d already stupidly put ourselves into anyway. Or, at least as okay as I could be.”
“So what changed?”
“This,” Addy gestured to the space between them. “This wasn’t supposed to happen.”
“I thought you liked it.”
“That’s not the point!”
“Why not?” He looked at her, wholly confused.
“I mean… I’m starting to feel things, Jack. Okay? Things that… I shouldn’t be feeling since the whole thing is fake. I—”
“You mean you like me?”
“Yeah, okay, whatever you want to call it. And this… all this sex, it isn’t helping.”
“Is this because of the no condom thing? I thought you were on the pill or something. If not, I mean we can get the morning-after pill. We’ll go right now if you want.”
“Jesus, Jack, yes, I’m on the pill, okay? That’s not, fuck, that’s not what I’m worried about.”
“Then what are you worried about?”
I’m worried that I’m falling in love with you. That I’m already way too deep into this. That you’re going to break my heart. That you coming inside me is going to make it even worse.
I’m worried that I can’t stop.
“Nothing,” she said. “Forget it.”
21
The drive back to their condo was clouded with such strong sexual tension Jack didn’t know if he could stand it.
Part of him wanted to pull over on the side of the road and take her again like that—wild and unrestrained where every car that passed by could see. But he held it together.
Thank God the next morning’s hike was short and that both Rosalie and Jeremy behaved.
He was so goddamned distracted by Addy that he didn’t know how he’d managed to function.
He glanced over at her as they took the exit toward their condo. Jack couldn’t read her expression behind her sunglasses as she gazed into the distance. He traced the outline of her body with his eyes.
There was the slightest gap in the buttons of her flannel shirt, and he thought he could see a snippet of the flesh beneath. Her shorts were hiked up to the swell of her thighs.
He wanted to reach over and squeeze her leg, but there was no telling how she would react.
Last night had been incredible, how she’d taken charge like that. At the same time, he knew the power was his. She might have been giving the orders, but he was the one who’d made her respond like that. Who’d made her come, made her call out his name and demand more.
He hardened just at the memory of it.
In the morning, Addy had sheepishly asked Philip about showers.
“Showers?” Philip had nearly laughed. “This isn’t glamping! It’s just an overnight trip, but if you’re really hurting for one you can always take a dip in the stream. It’s probably near freezing though, mountain runoff.”
Addy had seriously looked at that freezing cold water for a minute. Jack had come up behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist—he knew she couldn’t push him away since everybody else was up, about, and may be watching.
“No showers,” he’d whispered in her ear. “I want you to smell like me all day.”
She’d stiffened in his arms, but resisted the urge to force his arms away.
As soon as he parked the car, she jumped out of the Jeep and headed straight for the door. Jack paused, one arm already stretched out to unpack the car, but he changed his mind. He was right behind her and flung the door open almost as soon as it shut.
Addy jumped at
the sound and turned to face him.
“What do you want?” she asked and crossed her arms across her chest.
“You know what I want.”
“No,” she said, and shook her head. “Jack—”
He closed the distance between them with ease and grabbed the bottom of her shirt. With a tug, the pearl snap buttons of her shirt flew open to reveal her bare breasts. Addy gasped into his mouth, but didn’t resist.
“No bra, huh?” he said as he traced his tongue from her mouth to her jaw. “Looks like this is just what you wanted.”
“No, I—”
“Shh,” he said.
With ease, he hoisted her up until her breasts were at his face. Addy’s hands rested on his shoulders as he took one of those perfect nipples between his lips and sucked. He felt the toe of her hiking boot brush lightly against his thigh.
“This is what I like about you,” he said as he kissed his way to her other breast. The open material of her flannel flicked against his face. “You’re funsized.”
As he lowered her, he kissed his way up her neck to her lips. When he’d returned her feet to the floor, her head remained upturned, hungry for more.
“Take off your shorts.”
She began to slide the shirt off her shoulders first.
“No, just the shorts. Keep the shirt and boots on. And take off your panties—if you’re wearing any.”
She looked at him slightly curiously, but followed his directions. Jack wasn’t surprised to see that she wore nothing under the shorts. He sat down on the couch and pulled her close.
The lips of her labia were already puffy. Jack pulled her toward him and kissed her stomach as his fingers explored between her thighs. She was sticky, sweet, and ready just like always.
“Look at this,” he said, and he showed her how wet his fingers were.
Slowly, he separated his thumb and middle finger. Her viscous wetness clung between his fingers, creating a thread.
Addy blushed and tucked her hair behind her ears.
Where was the confident girl from last night?
“Here,” he said, and lay down on the couch. Jack put his head on the armrest. “Sit,” he said, and gestured to his face. “Right here.”
“Jack, I—”
“Sit.”