by Jayne Rylon
“Jesus!” Joe drowned out her whimper. “You feel perfect against me. Silky, soft, curvy and warm.”
His hands traveled up her sides as though on rails bolted to either edge of her torso. He gathered the sweater. “Lift up.”
Obedient, she raised her arms and sat forward enough for him to guide the material beneath her then over her head. The moment he revealed her cleavage, he descended to sample her abundant breasts. Her super-structured bra helped shape her, but she’d always thought her chest one of her best features.
“I’m sorry,” Joe mumbled before burying his face between the pale mounds. He sucked a patch of skin above the lacy line of her bra into his mouth. The pressure of his hold stung a bit, but also beaded her nipples beneath the confines of the padded garment.
“Why apologize? So good,” she panted. “More.”
He angled his face to speak against the curve of her breast. “Some women don’t like to be marked.”
“I’m not some women.” Proof of his possession, even a temporary claim, felt like a badge of honor.
“Definitely not.” He licked the pretty purple spot while his talented fingers unhooked her bra with a deft flick.
“And I don’t mind being marked by you.” Morgan swore he held his breath as he unwrapped her chest as if it were an elegant gift. The chilly night fluttered across her nipples, crinkling them into compact nubs. Waves of contrasting heat radiated from the man above her when he swooped in, capturing the tip of one breast between his teeth, covering the other with his calloused palm.
Shocks of arousal coursed along her nerve endings, jolting them both with her reaction. She moaned long and loud when the blazing tip of his cock left a moist trail of pre-come on her thigh. Joe thrust against her as he continued to lave her breasts, suckling in time to the arc of his hips. The motion inspired her to spread her knees wider to welcome him closer to his goal.
When she snaked one leg around his hip, the blunt head of his cock traced the wet furrow of her pussy. She had to have him inside. Now.
An outraged cry escaped her throat when he eluded the shift of her hips that would have buried him to the hilt in her clenching channel.
“Wait. Gotta grab a condom.”
“No.” She gripped the hair at his temples to keep him in place while she gathered her scattered thoughts long enough to convince her soon-to-be lover to stay. “I’m on the pill. Don’t want any barriers between us.”
“Always have safe sex.” Joe shook his head as much as he could in her hold. “We never do it without a rubber.”
“Then you’re clean.” She flashed him a grateful smile. “Like me.”
“Really?” His chest crushed hers when he took great heaving breaths. “Bare. Inside you?”
“Yes.” She squirmed beneath the heated pressure of his weight in an attempt to wedge her arm between them and force his cock inside. “Now. Please!”
Joe’s hips rocked, notching the plump, dripping tip of his erection at her entrance. The initial contact caused her to cry out. Pleasure resonated between them at the simple connection. He cupped her cheeks in his palms then bestowed a tender kiss a moment before he began to work inside.
Morgan’s breath caught in her lungs then rushed out in ragged pants.
Holy shit, he feels even bigger than he looks—and that’s saying something.
Another tiny hitch out then he ground forward, stretching the clamped walls of her pussy as he spread her wetness along the swollen tissue.
“Sorry.” She winced when he lodged, no more than a few inches, inside her. “It’s been a while and Craig—no guy I’ve slept with—had nothing on you.”
“You’re soaked, but so tight.” He withdrew, inciting panic in her fevered mind. “Don’t want to hurt you.”
She had to have him. “Not!”
Joe evaded her seeking lips as she tried to freeze him with a kiss.
“You’re not hurting me.”
“I am.” At least he didn’t abandon their pallet. Candlelight glinted off his skin, slick with light perspiration. “But I’ll fix it. Relax.”
This time the cold didn’t disturb her when the blankets shifted to her waist. Nothing could have penetrated the bubble of energy surrounding them. Together, they generated enough electricity to light all the stars twinkling in the sky above them.
The man of her dreams licked his way along her belly, which rose and fell as her pussy flexed—attempting to grip the thick cock that no longer tunneled inside her. His pounding heartbeat echoed in the stiff length of flesh, making it bob and bounce near her shin.
One of his hands burrowed beneath her ass, holding a whole cheek in his palm, while two fingers of the other pressed to her dripping slit. Before she could register his intent, Joe’s tongue darted out and stole a taste of the juices slicking her labia. He followed the crease of her pussy to her clit, placed a gentle kiss on the hard bundle of nerves then slipped one finger in her to the second knuckle.
“Oh, yes! Yes!” Even such minimal penetration provided some relief from the pressure building within.
But she had to have more.
Much, much more.
Morgan wrapped her hand around the back of Joe’s head then drew him close while she thrust her hips, fucking his face with an abandon she’d never before possessed. He devoured her in return. His primal grunts and moans of approval rocked her, forcing his finger to plumb her depths. When it glided in and out with ease, he added a second, stretching her further. The sinful ache overwhelmed her, especially combined with the figure eight he made with his tongue around her clit.
His mouth was so talented, she didn’t give a fuck how many women—or men—he’d practiced his moves on before her.
“Fuck me,” she screamed as his expert manipulation drove her toward the brink. “So close.”
He lifted his head long enough to grin and taunt, “I bet I can make you come in the next five seconds. I want to taste your orgasm. Hear you shatter. Feel you surrender. Finally.”
Joe punctuated each desire with a lick, a thrust and a nibble. He spread his fingers where they speared inside her.
“No.” She didn’t mean to scratch his back like a wildcat, but she couldn’t restrain herself from raking her nails over his bunched shoulders. “Want you. Want your cock. Buried deep.”
“Soon.” He added a devious suckling on her clit.
“No!” Her head thrashed on the pillow. She could no longer hold her neck up enough to watch him at work—her bones had liquefied. “Want to come with you.”
“You will,” he growled around her pulsing clit. “I promise.”
She didn’t believe him, but her disappointment couldn’t prevent the tide rushing toward her now. It had caught her in its force and dragged her out to sea, no matter how she struggled against its hold.
“Oh! Joe!”
5
Every muscle in her body tensed into a knot of pure ecstasy a moment before her orgasm ripped her apart. Inhibitions evaporated. Undiluted instinct took control. She writhed on the mattress, wringing pleasure from her climax until not one single drop remained untapped.
Her pussy clenched hard enough she feared she might break Joe’s fingers.
Morgan trembled in the aftermath of the storm, but her lover refused to let her off so easy. He slithered up her torso until he could alternate sipping from her lips and whispering naughty reassurance. His hands roamed across the landscape of her curves—soothing, calming, comforting.
“You’re unbelievable. Fucking beautiful.” Another nibble on her bottom lip, this one hard enough to sting.
She moaned.
“I love that you nearly drowned me.” His glistening chin slid across her jaw as he deepened their kisses, allowing her to ingest the mingled flavors of their desire. “Perfect. Gorgeous.”
Morgan gasped when his cock brushed her ultra-sensitive mound.
Instead of retreating, he lifted onto a straight-locked arm and closed his hand around her wrist. While sta
ring into her eyes, he guided her grip to his straining, flushed cock. It wedged between them, hot, satiny and ready. The protruding veins along his shaft would feel divine rubbing her from within.
Though she hadn’t finished quivering from the mind-blowing rapture he’d built in her, she couldn’t help fusing their bodies. After all, he deserved his reward for giving her the best orgasm of her life.
“That’s right, Morgan.” He aided her as she fit him to her opening. “Put me inside you. Feel how much thicker my dick is than my fingers. How much longer. Can you tell how much I want you?”
“God, yes.” She jerked in response to his dirty talk. A fission of arousal sparkled along her spine when the motion embedded him further. “Fuck me, Joe.”
“Have to.” He grunted then drilled forward, impaling her on his shaft with ease this time. “Fuck. Gripping me tight. So sexy.”
He began to move inside her, thrilling her with the novelty of being joined to a large, powerful yet gentle man. Her nails sank into his ass. She relished the flex and release of his cheeks almost as much as the resulting pistoning of his tool inside her.
Joe leaned forward to nip her neck. The love bite drove her insane. Embers of her climax rekindled, surprising the hell out of her. She’d never come more than once in an evening. Never mind back to back, following the most intense release of her life.
“You like that?” He released an evil chuckle against her jaw that proved he knew just how devastating he could be to her restraint. “Yeah, that’s it. Squeeze me. You want my cock don’t you, cupcake?”
“Yes.” She moaned as he lifted his head to stare into her eyes.
“Tell me how much you love my cock.”
“Love it!” she hollered into the night. “Fuck me.”
“Like this?” He introduced his length in a slow, languid glide. His control tortured her.
“No.” Morgan shook her head. “Harder.”
Joe pinched her nipple, creating lightning strikes from her breast straight to her pussy. “Say it. Tell me you want me to fuck you. Rough. Deep. Fast.”
He drove his hips into hers hard enough to rattle her teeth between each command. Where she’d tolerated such treatment from Craig, Joe had riled her need until it boiled her blood. Each forceful thrust escalated the rapture to a new level. Her breasts jiggled against his chest. The motion stoked the flames growing inside her, setting her ablaze. The promise of fulfillment lay within her grasp. If only he would give her more.
“Yes! Fuck me. Ride me.” She moaned when he began to comply. “Take me.”
She strained toward completion but he yanked his cock from her pussy. She almost broke down and cried at his abandonment. His hand strangled the base of his cock as though to keep from spewing come all over her dewy skin. The length of his shaft glistened with a mix of her cream and the pearly fluid leaking from the slit in the tip.
“Turn over.” He nudged her with his free hand until she rotated. “Ass in the air. Now.”
Morgan had never had sex like this before. Despite his gruff tone, his affection permeated each touch. She braced for his entry but still tipped forward beneath the driving force of the lunge that buried him to the hilt. Her hands skid beneath the pillows, providing some leverage to allow her to rock her ass toward his invading shaft.
Over and over, Joe hammered inside her. His palm settled low on her belly, the heel below her navel and his fingers curling over her clit. He tapped the hard bump with each skewering stroke until all her attention focused on the center of her arousal.
Morgan’s pussy contracted further, making him work to drill to the bottom of her channel. The head of his cock tunneled to the far reaches of her body despite the increasing pressure. His flexed abs smacked her ass faster and faster.
The amplitude of his strokes increased until he exited completely then slammed back inside, reopening the ring of muscle at her entrance with each pass. Finally, she could take no more. “Joe!”
“Fuck. Yeah.” He grunted as the first shimmering waves of orgasm fluttered her swollen tissue around his erection. “Hurry. Going to—”
He never finished his sentence or, if he did, she sure as hell didn’t hear it. They exploded together. Morgan gripped his pulsing shaft, reveling in the splatter of his semen on her sensitized tissue. Five…no, six, spurts filled her to overflowing, each one triggering an answering convulsion in her pussy.
He jerked, roared, and then—finally—went still, blanketing her back. They collapsed onto the feather bed, too destroyed by what they’d shared to move a single muscle. Harsh breaths echoed through the night for long, contented minutes.
Morgan didn’t realize she’d nearly drifted off until Joe cursed under his breath, departed her pussy then shifted onto his side next to her. She moaned softly.
“Didn’t mean to crush you, cupcake. Or use you so rough.”
“Felt good.” She turned her head to meet his concerned gaze. “Amazing. The best of my life. All of it, the whole night.”
“Mine too.” When she dismissed his whisper, he gripped her chin. “That’s no lie, Morgan. Something about you is different. Special.”
She didn’t argue when he sheltered her beneath one arm, tucked her trembling body tight to his chest, and kissed her with a tenderness that melted her heart.
Joe had lost track of how long they’d spent, eating dinner in bed, sharing stories and roasting marshmallows over the fire—something he’d never done in the nude before. But Morgan had just finished licking the gooey white confection from his thumb as they perched cross-legged and side by side when a quick double vibration from the general direction of his abandoned pants caught his attention.
“Son of a bitch.”
“What’s wrong?” He hated the alarm on Morgan’s gorgeous face. For a few hours she’d lost the worry lines that usually bracketed her reddened lips and smoky, bedroom eyes.
“It’s late. We missed the last ride back.” Joe extracted his phone from his pocket and unlocked the screen. Sure enough, the crew had sent him a text. “The guys are waiting to take us home when you’re ready.”
“We’re going back tonight?”
The disappointment in her roughened voice both thrilled him and made him feel like crap. He wished he could give her everything she’d ever wanted but they couldn’t stay out here until dawn.
“Yeah. The fire is burning out, and the temperature is dropping by the minute. We’re not going to last all night. I don’t want you to catch a chill.” He stroked her hair into some semblance of order, though he preferred the messy just-been-fucked look on her.
“I don’t think I could ever be cold when you’re near me.” Morgan’s genuine sweetness went straight to his chest, cramping the spot over his heart.
Joe gathered their clothes. He tugged his on with brisk efficiency then helped her dress, cursing himself for every gorgeous inch of skin he covered. The potent combination of adrenaline and bright, shiny attraction they’d maintained most of the evening began to fade, leaving her sleepy and malleable. He bundled her in the duvet, and she snuggled up to his chest, molding to his lap as he sat on their makeshift bed.
With one hand, he texted the crew. The other stroked her back. He couldn’t stop touching her. She dozed by the time the guys made it to their oasis although it took less than five minutes for them to arrive.
It seemed impossible. The evening’s exchange had transported him. Joe felt like he’d traveled to the other side of the world instead of the middle of a pumpkin patch. The experience had changed him as surely as if he’d gone on a voyage to some faraway place and he knew he’d never be the same.
But the moment he saw the crew, it was as if he’d never left them either. They were his home, his brothers. Dave, Neil and James approached, shoulder to shoulder, with shit-eating grins stretched across their familiar faces.
“Looks like tonight was worth the trouble.” Dave pitched his voice low enough to prevent waking Morgan.
“You have no idea.” J
oe raised her away from his chest with a grimace. Dave stepped forward to accept her from him. A few inches shorter than Joe, Dave had always been more muscular. He held Morgan as though she were light as a feather. She mumbled something under her breath then cuddled close to his friend, seeking the heat of the other man’s hold.
“Christ, I’m starting to understand.” Dave’s gaze held a new appreciation when he experienced the full-impact of Morgan’s unqualified trust and got his first taste of the lush softness of her perfect body.
“Let me put out the fire, then we can go.”
As usual, the crew worked together without much instruction necessary. They assessed what had to be done and what they could each contribute to making it happen. Joe, Neil and James doused the flames in the pit and snuffed out the candles in the lanterns. They packed the leftovers into the cooler, tossed the bag of garbage on the back of their truck then hefted the mattress, blankets and other equipment in as well. In less than five minutes, they were ready to head home.
Joe damned their efficiency.
After one last look over his shoulder, he knelt and plucked a pebble from the dirt. He dropped it into his pocket before following his friends to their truck. James climbed in the driver’s seat while Neil angled toward the front passenger-side door. Joe caught a glimpse of Dave rocking Morgan in the back row of the extended cab so he joined them on the bench seat.
The dome light stirred Morgan enough that she hummed and stretched, her lips brushing Dave’s neck. The sight of the two of them together pumped Joe’s cock hard again in an instant. She hummed at the first taste then lifted her face for a kiss, which his friend provided obligingly.
But the moment they separated, her eyes opened. “You’re not Joe. You don’t taste like him. Or kiss like him.”
“Neither do you.” Dave beamed down into her sultry eyes. “But I liked it anyway. Thanks.”