Peppermint Creek Inn

by Jan Springer

  A surge of power. A new hope. An inner sense of strength. Some kind of instinct that allowed her to believe she would eventually get over her fears.

  The fear of a relationship. The panic she felt with storms.

  And now was as good time as any to start chasing away those doubts.

  Digging deep down inside herself for the courage and with her hand wound tight around the flashlight, she slowly headed outside into the blinking lightning in search of Tom.

  She didn’t have long to look for him. Down at the edge of the sandy Jackfish Bay she quickly spotted buttery candlelight spilling from an open windowsill of a lone boathouse. Swallowing back the flare of excitement, she headed through the gnarled grass until she reached the rotting boardwalk that surrounded the slightly tilting boathouse. Stepping onto the walkway her heart picked up a fast pace when the boathouse door suddenly opened.

  He stood there.

  In the growing darkness she made out the tense muscles rippling in the hard contours of his naked chest, the fine fluff of chest hair that arrowed down and disappeared beneath his low-slung jeans and led toward that enormous bulge between his legs.

  She swallowed at the erotic sight.

  He cleared his throat and her head snapped up to find his blazing green eyes locked onto her. Heated hunger brewed there and Sara felt her body responding with incredible speed.

  Felt her breasts swelling, her nipples hardening. Her clit pulsed wickedly and her vagina grew wet with her arousal.

  “You finished with your tin pot hunting?” he asked, his voice a hot sensual purr.

  She found herself nodding, suddenly unable to speak.

  “I’ve prepared our nest for the night. Care to inspect?”

  Reluctantly she broke the magical pull of his scorching gaze, followed him inside and realized he’d beat her to the seduction. At the far end of the walkway, dark, rippling waters seeped into the ancient boathouse and splashed a soft welcome to her. A lone candle flickered in the mild breeze on one of the windowsills and streaked a creamy glow over their sleeping bags, which he’d laid wide open, one on top of the other, on the narrow wooden floor of the empty boathouse.

  Her heart pounded violently in her chest at the sight. A tinge of both arousal and fear ripped through her as she noted the frayed ropes on the rusty mooring rings in the nearby wall.

  Had he put those ropes on the moorings? Or had they been here already? Did he want to tie her up? Was that the kind of dark lover he would be?

  “Does it pass inspection?”

  She found herself trembling as he came up behind her. Her mouth went dry as he pressed himself against her backside. Her cunt creamed as she literally felt the thick length of his cock scorch against the thin material covering her ass.

  What should she say? Should she ask him if he planned on tying her down and fucking her? Did she even want him to? She barely knew him. She’d never done something like that with Jack, but she’d fantasized about it a lot. Fantasized about a stranger tying her down and making love to her. Fucking her over and over again, until she was a screaming bundle of passion.

  She found herself leaning into him, encouraging him, wanting him to start taking off her clothes.

  “So? What do you think?” His voice sounded dark, sensual.

  “I think we should maybe get out of our clothes,” she whispered.

  Her pulses raced at the sharp inhalation of his breath.

  She whimpered as his warm lips moved against the back of her neck. He kissed her there, his hot breath sending shivers down her spine. Long fingers clasped with hers and he led her to stand over their sleeping bags. That’s when she noticed the gorgeous rusty tin teapot with a striking bundle of yellow daffodils set in it nearby on the floor.

  She couldn’t help but grin at the pretty sight.

  Once again he drew up behind her, pressing his huge erection against her ass. His warm arms snaked around her waist and his chin rested on her shoulder.

  “I know it’s a bit of a primitive setting, but the flowers and candlelight are for you. To set the mood,” he whispered.

  “I’ve been in the mood ever since I met you.”

  “I didn’t know if you wanted me to—” he tenderly kissed the curve of her neck “—fuck you, after the way I behaved the other night.”

  He was talking about what had happened after she’d taken his gorgeous, heavy cock deep into her throat.

  “I understand. You aren’t sure of anything. Neither am I. There doesn’t have to be any strings. I know we don’t know each other very well. But you’re the first man…” She heated up at what she was about to confess. “You’re the first man I’ve been sexually attracted to since Jack died… The first one I’ve wanted to make love to. I need to…”

  I need to feel you deep inside me. Need to feel alive again.

  “You want to feel like a woman.” His tongue licked sensuously at the side of her chin sending a shimmer of erotic sensations into her mouth.

  She nodded.

  Leaning harder against her, he began a sensual slow dance rubbing of his erection against the curves of her ass cheeks. Her ass moved eagerly against her body, her insides grew hotter with every seductive gyration.

  “And I want to bring you pleasure, Sara.”

  Her breath caught as his hand settled on her belly, the heat of his fingers sinking beneath her belt line, scorching against her abdomen.

  Oh, God! Hurry. Make love to me. I am so ready to be fucked.

  His finger slipped over her bare pussy, slid apart her already drenched folds and gently he stroked her swollen clit. Her teeth clamped together and she stifled a cry as her belly clenched with the insanely erotic sensations rocking her.

  Another finger poked into her creamy vagina and she trembled with desire.

  “What I do know is I’ve been wanting you. Needing to fuck you in your pussy and up your ass every night while I lay in bed. Why do you think I’ve been working so hard every day? Staying away from you.”

  In the ass? She’d tried that a couple of times with Jack and hadn’t really cared for it. But she found herself wondering how it would be with Tom.

  His fingers left her pussy and his large hands slid sensuously over the curves of her hips quickly maneuvering her around to face him.

  His eyes were heavy-lidded, his nostrils flared with arousal and the look of pure lust on his face took her breath away.

  “I want to be inside you, Sara.”

  She watched as he unbuttoned the stud on his jeans. Her heart pounded at the sound of his zipper lowering. She noticed he wasn’t wearing any underwear as she was given a view of his taut abdomen and dark curly pubic hair. Suddenly his thick savage-looking cock sprang free and strained toward her as he worked his jeans down his legs and stepped out of them.

  “Undress for me, Sara. Undress for me while I watch.”

  His eyes were darkening. His voice barely a strangled whisper as he stood proudly in front of her.

  Oh, God, he looked absolutely stunning.

  Fire flushed through her and she stared at his big chest as it heaved with his every breath. Muscles rippled beautifully in his biceps as his arms came in front of him. One hand grabbed the base of his hard cock—the long fingers of his other hand kneaded his swollen testicles.

  He nodded and she took it as her cue to begin stripping.

  The walls of her cunt spasmed at the erotic sight of Tom touching himself and she could literally feel the thick, hot moisture pooling inside her panties.

  Her fingers were ultra-shaky as she lifted the hem of her shirt and pulled it over her head. Her breasts felt heavy, enormously full as she unclasped her bra and let it drop.

  He swore quietly as her breasts dropped free. He let out a ragged breath.

  Her heart beat frantically as she stepped out of her pants and then drew her underwear off.

  When she came up, Tom stood right in front of her, his fierce gaze raking down her body. A low growl of approval rumbled somewhere deep
in his chest. It was a wild sound, an erotic noise that sent her nipples to tightening and her pussy clenching around air.

  “You are so damn sexy I cannot get enough of looking at you.”

  His hands came up and his trembling fingers touched each side of her mouth. There was an odd sadness shining in his bright eyes along with raw sexual need.

  “Ever since I saw you that first night, I’ve had the feeling I’ve seen you before. That feeling has only gotten wilder with every passing day.” He brushed his fingers along her chin and down her neck, tracing them over the swell of her breasts to her dark nipples where he stroked them lightly, brushing the tips until they ached, the tingling sensations ripping shards of arousal into her vagina.

  “I’ve had the feeling I fell in love with you even before we met. You think its reincarnation or something?”

  She settled her hands upon his lean hips not quite believing what he was saying. How could a man fall in love with her even before meeting her?

  “We’ve never met before. Believe me, I would have remembered if we had, and personally I do believe in reincarnation, so it could be that.”

  He nodded and continued to play with her nipples. His body heat skipped against her and all she wanted to do was get closer to him.

  Pinpricks of erotic sensations were fanning outwards from her nipples, spreading quickly. When he squeezed the fullness of her breasts, passion sizzled like lightning arrowing a line of fire straight into her pussy and saturating the area between her legs with her sticky dew.

  His feverish hands cupped her breasts tightly and his lips opened, his warm mouth quickly taking a quivering nipple captive. His white teeth bit down hotly against her flesh making her cry softly. The moist tip of his tongue dabbed gently at the sweet hurt and she pressed her breast against his mouth impatiently.

  The tender dabbing of his tongue vanished turning into a hard suck, which made her squirm against this sudden change.

  Tender, one moment, fierce the next. A very nice combination.

  Her eyelids grew heavier as he sucked her other nipple into his mouth, sending sharp bursts of pleasure spiraling around her.

  She could feel the hard, long outline of his thick cock press against her upper thigh. Could taste the desperate need to have his heavy flesh kiss her wet pussy lips. To slip inside.

  His mouth finally left her breasts and came up to plunder her mouth. His lips were hot and moist from suckling her, his breath puffed harsh and excited.

  She moaned at the pleasure rippling to life in her belly.

  A hand slipped between her widespread legs and he was touching her pussy, tenderly rubbing her engorged clitoris sending hot spasms pulsing up both her channels.

  Her pussy wept as her vaginal muscles clenched on empty air.

  “Tom, fuck me,” she cried, breaking the intoxicating kiss.

  She heard his breath catch, felt the fingers exploring her pussy slip away from her cunt.

  “Hold on,” he whispered. Dropping down he dug in the pocket of his pants on the floor bringing out a handful of condoms. Dropping all but one, he stood and caught her shaking her head at him.

  “I wasn’t snooping or anything. I was looking for some more shaving lotion and found them where you put them in the bathroom mirror shelf,” he explained as he quickly slipped a rubber onto his engorged shaft.

  “The name I gave you fits perfectly,” she giggled. “You’re just like a curious tomcat. You find everything.”

  When he was outfitted with the condom, she curled her arms around his warm neck and her fingers enjoyed the smooth feel of male muscles in his back. Drawing him against her, she looked straight into his eyes.

  “Make love to me, Tom.”

  He smiled and her heart twisted erotically in her chest.

  “I aim to make love to you all night long, sweetness. I just wish it was under better circumstances. Wine, music, romantic candlelight.”

  “Your mouth is my wine, love. The frogs croaking outside, the music and you’ve supplied the candle already.”

  “You deserve so much more.”

  “Shh.” She brushed her lips against his hot mouth. “This is absolutely ideal. We have our own beautiful little boathouse and I’ve got you. It couldn’t be any more perfect than that.”

  His heated gaze dropped to look down between them and she inhaled as she felt the hard, round crown of his cock head press hotly against her vaginal opening.

  Then he poised his thick flesh right there making her squirm impatiently. He seemed not to notice her distress.

  “You know, you are awesome. Most women would probably have turned me in the first chance they got. You’ve been so caring, saved my life and you’ve given me a place to stay.”

  He pressed his engorged head into her vagina.

  Oh, God! He was so big! So blessedly huge. Eagerly she awaited more of his hot flesh to enter.

  He didn’t move.

  Instead, he started chatting again. “And now you’re even allowing me to fuck you.”

  Sexual frustration began to build.

  “Allowing me to love you.”

  “Can we discuss this some other time?”

  “Why? You don’t like to listen to me talk?”

  It was then she noticed the humor lacing his voice, the perspiration dotting his forehead.

  “Bastard, you’re teasing me,” she whimpered, realizing that not only was he going to be a lover with tender and fierce tendencies, he was going to tease her into a sex-frustrated death.

  At her words, his hot mouth descended upon hers with such consuming tenderness it shocked her. Her pulses faltered. Hot spirals of pleasure coursed through her mouth.

  His strong masculine scent seeped into her nostrils making her dizzy with desire. The smell of him made her crazy. Her knees weakened as his cock tunneled deeper into her moist vagina, stretching her as she’d never been stretched before.

  Shit! That felt so good.

  His erection sizzled, pulsing as his hard heat powered into her slowly.

  Oh, so wonderfully slow.

  He was being careful. Careful not to hurt her and she was thankful.

  Soon his engorged shaft was buried inside her.

  He held her hips tightly. Hotly. Firmly.

  “You okay?”

  “Yes.”

  “Feels good?”

  “Oh, yes.”

  “You’re so beautiful.”

  “Stop teasing me. Start fucking me.”

  “I’m serious.” His warm breath whispered across her lips.

  “So am I.”

  “You know I don’t think I’ve ever fucked a woman standing up.”

  Somewhere along the way, she’d closed her eyes. She opened them, a spear of dread rippling through her arousal.

  “You’re remembering something?”

  “No. But don’t think for a moment I haven’t forgotten how to make love to a woman.”

  Liquid pleasure showered her at his words.

  “Thank God.”

  “You really are so damn beautiful, Sara. So beautifully tight.”

  He slowly withdrew his cock, and then came into her again. The well-lubricated walls of her pussy allowed him a tight yet painless access, and this time he penetrated her quicker, harder.

  Sensations gathered, erotic vibrations that danced to the tune of his increasingly deeper, fiercer thrusts.

  Inside her, his shaft pulsed with every long stroke.

  With eagerness, she met his every plunge. Her vaginal muscles began to tremble. The pressure of his penetration seared through her, the lusty pleasures grew and grew.

  “Oh, yes!” she sobbed.

  Never before had her pussy been stretched so wide. She could actually feel every engorged vein of his cock pressing against her pussy walls. Could feel her muscles frantically clamp around the heated length of his gorgeous rod.

  His throbbing flesh moved in and out of her parted pussy lips. Erotic groans broke free from his chest, the sounds onl
y adding to the building pleasure.

  Panting against his neck, she bucked her hips harder and harder against him, nearing quickly toward the killing joy.

  Every muscle inside her grew tight as he pummeled her cunt without mercy. The sensations spiraled, snowballed, exploded.

  Sara screamed as the seductive haze gripped her.

  She crashed harder against him. Dug her fingers into his arms fiercely. Bucked until she let go and felt nothing but pleasure.

  Pure pleasure.

  Heavenly sensations that splintered her apart.

  Oh, God! So beautiful!

  The orgasm splintered, pummeling her a few delirious moments, ebbing away the next.

  He continued to thrust.

  Entering her, over and over again, until she was crying out from the wickedly delicious sensations.

  Until her legs could barely hold her.

  Until he came.

  —

  Cool air curled in through the open window of the boathouse and brushed along her naked backside where Tom had instructed her to lay on the sleeping bags with her bared ass up in the air and her face down.

  They’d rested after their lovemaking.

  But it hadn’t been long before Tom had reached for her again.

  She could hear his harsh, excited breathing as his warm palms slid seductively over the curves of her ass as he explored every inch of her hungry flesh.

  “You’ve got the cutest ass I’ve ever seen, sweetness,” Tom’s velvety whisper pierced her erotic excitement.

  “Yours isn’t too shabby either,” she replied, wiggling her ass, eager for him to slide his luscious cock deep into her pussy from behind. Her hard nipples twitched and tingled as she rubbed her swollen, aching breasts against the coarse material of the sleeping bag beneath her.

  “I’ve got something here in the knapsack I want you to wear for me. I found it in your bathroom drawer.” Oh, my gosh! Had he found her vibrator? Oh! How embarrassing. She’d totally forgotten to hide it. Holding her breath, she watched as he dug around in the knapsack and withdrew a butt plug.

  Oh, shit! He’d found the plug. Jack had made her wear it when they’d tried to spice up their sex life.