She wriggled out of the sleeping bags, barely noting the drop in temperature as she turned around and lay back so that her feet came to rest near his own. She spread her thighs and bent her knees. The intensity of his gaze on the crotch of her damp panties chased a shiver through her.
Sheesh, she felt like she might come from his eyeing her alone. “Bring it on.”
Spencer laughed darkly. “Now, what kind of punishment would it be if I did the work for you? You’re going to torture yourself with that beast while I watch. No stopping until I hear screams and see your pussy explode with juice.”
Disappointment threatened to return. She wanted his hands on her, expected him to want the same, to already have used his bad-boy charm to get her naked and panting. Maybe he wasn’t the guy she believed him to be, or maybe he was just into voyeurism. Hoping for the latter, she looked at her duffel. “There’s enough toys to go around.”
“I don’t want any distractions.” He moved to his knees and crawled up between her legs. Hovered over her, just out of reach.
Kristi’s breath dragged in. Her sex clenched. Warmth charged through her. Had he changed his mind? Did he want all of her now?
The right side of his mouth quirked up, revealing the sexy dimple. He brought a hand to her panties and tapped the damp silk with his index finger. A mass of little tremors went off deep in her core. “All my concentration’s gonna be right here.”
He moved back, reclaiming his spot in front of the fire. She whimpered. The idea of giving him the same treatment Climax had and dry-humping him in order to get her way surfaced. Only, there wouldn’t be anything dry about it.
“Quit pouting and get vibrating, assuming that’s what that beast does.”
Fine, she would get vibrating, get torturing. It wouldn’t be herself she tormented, though, but Spencer.
Smiling in a way she hoped was as naughty as it felt, Kristi sat up to remove her bra and panties. She worked her fingers in her sex, wetting them with her juices, and then brought them to her nipples. They stood at aching hard attention with the damp swipe of her fingertips. She sighed with the erotic play, and her cunt stabbed with desire. Coasting her fingers downward, she trailed a wet path of arousal over the rise of her belly and then coated her shaved mound with a fresh dipping of cream.
She looked up with Spencer’s groan. “Distracted yet?”
His eyes gleamed with approval. “Hell, yeah. Keep it up.”
With pleasure.
She grabbed the Double Diamond, her second favorite invention and first design. The short, two-headed dildo simulated being entered on both sides at once but to a lesser degree. Two purple vibrating heads were each centered with a diamond-shaped buzzer, one to stimulate the clit, the other the anus.
Almost as good as doing Spencer and Jack at the same time.
Oh boy. Where had that thought come from? Wherever it was, it was a fluke. She was with Spencer alone, and things were about to get really hot.
Wetting her lips, she pulled both of their pillows behind her head so that it was elevated enough she could watch his face through the vee of her legs. Spencer flashed a sensual but lazy smile that spoke of how completely he had control over his body. If the situation was reversed, watching would never be enough. She would be touching herself, fondling her breasts, parting her pussy lips…
Following her thoughts, Kristi spread her lips. His throat worked visibly, his eyes reflecting raw want in the firelight. Her sex gushed with moisture. “You like juicy pickles. Just wait and see how juicy I can get.”
“I’m all eyes,” he said thickly. “Remember, doll, I want to hear you scream.”
Spreading her lips wider with her left hand, she used her right to switch on the Double Diamond and bring it to her pussy. She touched the front vibrating chamber against her sex. A shockwave of carnal pressure sizzled through her, shooting her hips nearly off of the sleeping bags. The diamond buzzer touched down on her clit then, and she almost came on the spot. It had never taken much for this particular toy to get her off. Knowing Spencer watched her every move made it that much more intense.
Before she climaxed without the full effect of the toy, she wetted her fingers with fresh juice and pressed them into her asshole, gasping with the rapid entry. Then gasping that much louder when she replaced her fingers with the vibrating shaft of the anus stimulator and hit the switch to vary the vibration cycle of the chambers. The rear buzzer pressed against her ass bead at the same time the front buzzer hit upon her clit. The breath screeched from her lungs, and every nerve in her body went on red-hot alert.
Kristi saw Spencer’s eyes become lust-dazed slits and then nothing but the white lightning of ecstasy as the almost painful pleasure slicing through her became too incredible to keep inside.
Her head fell back in rapture. Her eyes slammed closed. With the first wave of orgasm, she screamed loud enough to send Bigfoot and all his furry friends scurrying for cover. The second wave hit. Bliss spiraled through her so acutely she thought she heard the windows in Spencer’s truck shatter with her scream. The third and fourth waves had her thrashing, unable to hang on to the toy, to keep her knees up and her legs parted. The dildo fell from her hand. She crashed onto the sleeping bags like a rag doll and lay in a barely breathing pile of highly sated female.
Jesus. It had never been so intense. If Spencer could accomplish so much just watching her masturbate, he was going to be a god when it came to taking part. He was beyond a doubt her O-man.
“Need help getting into bed?” he asked seconds later from somewhere above her.
“I…yes.” She fought for normal breathing. “It’s never…been so…good.” He picked her up and helped her into the sleeping bags. She found the strength to open her eyes and look up at him. His own eyes were wild with hunger. “What about you?”
“Watching you was damned near as good as experiencing it firsthand.”
She slid her gaze to his cock. It pushed hard against his boxers, tenting the front as far as the cotton would allow. Precum seeped through to darken the front panel. She dragged in a few more breaths, slowing the mad beat of her heart as her mouth went dry with the urge to take him inside and provide a well-deserved release.
“You can’t sleep like that,” she reasoned as he pulled back the corner of the sleeping bag. “It’s like you have an entire breadbox stuffed in your shorts. We won’t even fit in the sleeping bags.”
Laughing, Spencer slid inside the bed, managing to somehow fit, enormous erection and all. He pulled her close, trapping her body in place with a heavy, hairy leg. “Thanks for the concern. But it won’t be the first time or the last.”
7
Spencer dug his booted heels into the forest floor to keep from moving to Kristi’s spread thighs and burying his tongue in her center. He’d had plenty of erotic experiences, had slept with women of every shape, size, and color. He’d never known the painful extent to which his cock could swell until he watched Kristi fucking herself with the double-headed dildo.
As if she couldn’t get enough of the toy, she had it back between her lush thighs, the dual ends pumping in and out of her pussy and ass, the diamond buzzers humming in tune with her high, throaty moans. Her eyes snapped suddenly shut, and her lips parted on a scream. The primal sound speared through Spencer as a bone-deep throb. His cock pulsed. He hadn’t planned on finding his own release, had thought better of freeing his shaft when she was so close. He couldn’t stop his fingers from pushing through the slit in his boxers and pulling out his erection.
Kristi’s eyes opened, and a feline smile curved her lips. Fisting his cock, he imagined those plump pink lips opening to take him inside….
Her tongue wrapped around his length, caressing with velvety strokes before dipping into the sensitive hole at the head. Precum oozed out, leaking onto her lush lips. She rimmed her mouth with her tongue, lapping at his essence, moaning so loudly it was as if she’d never tasted anything more satisfying.
Spencer returned from
the fantasy of her mouth surrounding him with the sound of the sleeping bags brushing against the dewy grass. Kristi shifted on the bed, pushing her first finger knuckle-deep into her pussy, getting it good and wet, and then she brought it to her lips and lined them with her cream.
She turned that finger on him then, crooking it his way while a dirty-girl smile claimed her mouth. “C’mon, Spence. Be naughty. Let me suck your dick.”
He shouldn’t. For too damned many reasons, he shouldn’t. He crawled over her anyway, straddling her breasts with his crotch so that his balls dragged heavily against her breasts, and guided his cock toward her mouth. The tip of her tongue flashed at him: pink, wet, anxious to lick his hard length. Her tongue retreated, her lips parting wide to receive him. He fed himself inside, inch by agonizing—
“We’re here.”
Spencer jerked from a light sleep with the tow truck driver’s words. He straightened in the passenger’s seat to find he had a stiff neck and a stiffer dick. His erection hadn’t settled since crawling back into bed with Kristi last night. She’d been right about his inability to sleep with a hard-on, so he’d sneaked from the bed and set out on a predawn trek to find an area where his cell worked. Not even the walk had killed his rampant libido, and that only made concrete what he’d already known. If he had to spend one more day alone with her, he’d never be able to stop from giving in and fucking her.
Kristi climbed out of the small backseat of the tow truck. Spencer got out and, forcing a smile, looked at the clear blue sky. The nine-month rainy season was past and the temperature already in the upper sixties at ten in the morning. “Would’ve been a perfect day for camping.”
Or romping around naked in the woods. She didn’t have to say the words for him to know what was on her mind. More often than not, her face read like an open book. “You sure you don’t want me to stick around and wait with you?”
“And make you waste a day like this? Not a chance.”
She smiled in a way that looked more placating than happy. “Okay. I’ll be home all day if you want me.”
Spencer pretended to miss the double entendre. Pretended his dick didn’t jump at the prospect. Pretended he wasn’t aware she hoped for a good-bye kiss and that his tongue slid over his teeth with the same want. This was the end of the road for them. He’d rather deal with Cai’s retribution when she learned that he failed her than lead Kristi into believing he wanted a relationship.
Kristi was obviously a terrible judge of character. She’d pinned Spencer as being the bad boy between him and Jack. He’d taunted her with words, had her blushing like a twit over the idea Cai wanted to sleep with her, but otherwise he’d barely touched her. This morning he’d been gone when she awoke, returning after a short while to tell her a tow truck was on the way. He could have climbed back inside the sleeping bags and used the time until the truck arrived to get closer with her on an intimate level—it was fast, but the crazy way she’d missed him when she’d woken to find him gone said letting him inside was the right thing to do. Instead he’d made them breakfast. She’d given him a second chance, suggesting they continue their getaway at her house. He’d turned her down with an excuse about needing to tie up some loose ends at his own place.
It was time to stop fantasizing about getting her pickle licked. To stop caring what or who Jack and Spencer were doing. She had no claim on either man. No right to be jealous or hold out hope they would return to her.
Not both of them at once, of course.
She’d experienced one of the best orgasms of her life last night thanks to the Double Diamond. Getting off with a double-headed dildo was a very different thing than getting off with two men fillng her. One man was all she needed. Only, she didn’t even need one. Solo sex suited her fine. And didn’t leave her ass feeling like it had been visited by the Toaster Fairy the next morning.
Grabbing a soda, Kristi went into the office and connected to the Internet. She considered whining to the G-Spot ladies about her dud of a week, but then opted to check e-mail. A number of Web-site-originated orders filled her in-box, as well as a note from Cai. Spencer’s claim that the woman wanted to fuck her stormed through her head. She told him she didn’t want to sleep with another woman and she’d meant it. That didn’t stop her cheeks from burning and her sex from growing moist.
Casting aside her stimulation, she opened the e-mail. The Ngos were back in Seattle and reported that the demo launch of the new line had been a huge success with the Wild Honey board. They wanted her to join them on the launch tour that would start at the headquarters location and extend to the overseas market. At this point there was no hope of having her name removed from her products, so she might as well accept the offer and help with publicity. Really, it wasn’t like she had a man to spend her free time with or parents who would be talking to her much longer.
Oy. This month had been the dooziest of all doozies, and it was only half over.
Climax’s yapping drove Kristi from the office sometime later. The knocking at her front door had her glancing through the peephole. Spencer stood there, in all his tall, dark, sexy wonder, and revived a spark in her she hadn’t realized died.
Unable to contain her smile, she yanked the door open. “You came.”
“Not yet, but hopefully before the night’s over.”
She laughed way too loud, thrilled by his attempt at amusement. “You have a bad sense of humor. It’s perfect!” Like they were meant to be. And, of course, they were. He was her O-man. She just knew it.
He moved inside and closed the door, jerked her against him with a demanding tug that proved she wasn’t entirely wrong about his character and that she wouldn’t have to wait long for her climax. Thank God.
Bending his knees, he rocked his solid cock against her mound. His palms slid to her ass, squeezing her fleshy behind through her cotton shorts. “What’s perfect is the way your ass is going to feel slapping against my balls when I take you from behind.”
Kristi’s pussy clenched, juice welling deep within her core. She raked her fingernails over his abdomen, loving the hard-packed muscle, or maybe it was the man she loved. It was far too soon—she barely even knew him, not to mention had been convinced he was gone forever less than five minutes ago. But then she’d always been overly emotional when it came to matters of the heart. It was just one of the reasons she hated to disappoint her parents so much by revealing the truth of her vocation.
Spencer rotated his hips, pumping into her with a sensual grind he probably used at Shenanigans on a daily basis. Her nipples still responded, leaping to hard, aching points that abraded his chest. “I missed you.”
“I was only gone a few hours.”
A few hours or a few years, it didn’t matter. The moment she saw him again, she’d realized how much she’d missed the warmth his presence brought to her life. Only one other man had managed to bring about that warmth. Jack had no place in her thoughts now, or ever again on a sexual level. They would be friends. Somehow she’d explain moving on to Spencer so soon after sleeping with Jack. Somehow she’d forget how delectable he looked out of his clothes, his body long and lean and muscled to perfection. Somehow she had to get her mind back on the man who held her in his arms. The only man for her.
Kristi rubbed her breasts against Spencer’s broad chest. The sensual friction on her peaked nipples thundered heat to her core and instantly had her back in the moment. “Want to see my bed? It missed you, too.”
With a rough laugh, he moved against her in a quick and carnal rhythm, pushed his tongue into her mouth, and lifted her up his body. She locked her legs around his waist and met him stroke for ravenous stroke, licking at his tongue, over his smooth inner cheeks, letting his full-bodied masculine taste wash over her senses and strip her nerves raw. And when she felt the bed at her back moments later, he stripped the rest of her.
Kristi had him naked just as fast. His toned, tanned body bared to her touch, his monster member prodding against her damp inner thighs and
teasing her with the ruby stud. And Climax humping his ass.
The terrier yipped with each pump. Kristi giggled through her bliss. “She really does have great taste.” She used her foot to ease the dog away. “Scram, girl. He’s all mine.”
Hearing how possessive the words sounded, she looked at Spencer. She might care about him, might even love him, but she knew better than to think he was prepared to hear how she felt.
He frowned and she waited for his next move with held breath. “How can you be so worried about having your name connected with sex when you can’t even call for your dog without leading the entire neighborhood to belief you’re climaxing?”
The question eased her fears of scaring him off, but not her tension. “Climax is her private name. I just call her ‘girl’ in public. And I told you it isn’t a big deal about my name getting out.”
“Glad to hear it. If every woman responds to your toys the way you did last night, you’re gonna be a household name.” Kristi stiffened with the prediction. His frown returned. “That’s something to be proud of, doll.”
“I am.” She just wished gaining the respect of thousands of others didn’t come at the cost of losing that of her parents.
Spencer gave her a look that said he could read her mind. Before he could voice his thoughts, she climbed down the bed and licked the tip of his cock. Precum rushed out to coat her tongue. She lapped at the silky fluid, then opened her mouth to take him inside. He slid, hot, huge, and hard, between her lips, his piercing brushing over her tongue with naughty prospect. He gripped her sides, muscles she never even knew a person could have contracting beneath her with his moan.
“Don’t think I’m letting you have all the fun again.” His hands moved down her body with purpose, sliding over the rise of her ass to finger her sex from behind, extracting juicy wet slurping sounds. “There’s one place this pussy belongs.”
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