Sex Becomes Her

by Regina Cole

  Eliza.

  “. . . don’t know why you would think that.” She paused, and Chandler waited behind the trunk of a palm. Yeah, it was a dick move to eavesdrop, but Eliza sounded upset. He’d only stay a minute, and then he could decide whether to press on and talk to her or leave her to her privacy.

  “Tyler, that’s really unprofessional. Our relationship happened before you even worked for Quality. I didn’t do anything wrong, and for you to keep spreading these stories around makes you look petty and immature. I’m not even in the state right now, I’m on vacation. Send me an e-mail, and I’ll deal with whatever the problem is when I get back.”

  Ah. Ex-boyfriend and current coworker, or even boss? That spelled bad news for sure.

  “That’s it, Tyler. Don’t call me again. I’ll be back at work next Thursday. ’Bye.”

  Silence fell along the trail then. Damn it. He’d waited too long. Should he walk forward and chance pissing her off? Or turn tail and get out of there like a coward?

  Nope. He was a man, and he’d ’fess up to his mistakes.

  He walked around the bend, shoulders back and a friendly expression on his face.

  “Well, hey there,” he said, calling out a bit too loud for their proximity. Eliza’s head jerked upward, eyelids wide. “I guess this nature trail holds more beauty than I’d anticipated.”

  “Ha-ha,” Eliza said, rolling her eyes as she stuffed her phone into her bag.

  “I’m not interrupting you, am I?”

  “No, it’s fine. Just a work phone call.” Her tone went sour, and he immediately changed the subject. He wasn’t about to bring up uncomfortable things between them now. Although he did wonder for a minute if the things that had Greg so worried were the things she’d accused her coworker of spreading around. The PI in him wanted to follow that lead to its end, but the decent guy in him had made a vow never to use his job to check up on a girl he was interested in.

  Even though it was really damn tempting.

  “This is really serene,” Chandler said, reaching out and threading his fingers through hers. She jumped, but didn’t pull away. “It’s nice and quiet out here. Private.”

  “It is, I guess.” Eliza’s glance darted around them with renewed interest. “I like how cool it is. It even smells green.”

  He closed his eyes and breathed in for a moment. She was right. “It does. Walk with me?”

  She nodded, and together they continued down the path.

  For a moment they said nothing, and Chandler just enjoyed the fact that he was out here with her, all alone in the woods, holding her hand like they were on a date. That was a delicious thought, a date with her. Fancy dinner, dancing, then discarding their clothes on their way to the bedroom. Or maybe the shower. A hot tub? The hammock again? Hell, he was really making himself uncomfortable here. His shorts were becoming awkwardly tight in the crotch region.

  Eliza’s fingers tightened on his. He glanced down at her, lust shooting through his veins when he saw the pink tip of her tongue dart out to wet her lips.

  “Liza?”

  She looked up in response to his question, tilting her chin up to him as if asking for his kiss.

  Who was he to say no to a beautiful woman?

  9

  She should have been surprised by his kiss, but somehow, she’d asked for it without saying a word. As if he could read her mind, he bent down and pressed his lips to hers.

  Her body took over from her beleaguered mind. Tyler’s phone call had forced bile into her throat, turning her stomach into an acidic whirlpool. She’d felt shaky, panicked, almost hunted. And then he’d come into view, taken her hand, and suddenly things were better.

  He was like the best anxiety pill on the planet, and she was about to become addicted.

  Her purse fell from her shoulder to the soft green grass below her feet, but she didn’t care. Her arms wound around his neck as his tongue pressed past her parted lips to taste her. Mmm, he tasted of mint. Gum? Candy? Didn’t matter. He was delicious, and she wanted more.

  Her body pressed against his, her breasts flattening against his hard body. Her nipples tightened and peaked, the sensitive flesh rubbing against the confines of her bra as she writhed against him. He reached down and cupped her ass, bringing her onto her toes. God, he’s so hard already. It’s like we didn’t do anything last night. The feel of his erection brought a smile to her face, even though they were still kissing.

  Her hands crept upward to tangle in his tousled hair. Her toe cramped, but it didn’t matter. Chandler had taken all her weight, leaving her free to wrap her legs around his waist. Without lifting his mouth from hers, he walked backward until they were pressed against the smooth trunk of a tree. Eliza moaned aloud as one of his hands ran up her side to cup her breast.

  “Liza,” Chandler whispered as he pressed soft kisses to her throat. The tender touch sent tight heat to her core. “I want you.”

  “I want you, too,” she gasped against his hair.

  He pulled the hem of her sundress higher, and she took a moment to thank the powers that be that she’d worn such an easy-access garment. He spread his stance wide to keep her weight on his thighs, bracing his back against the tree. The maneuver freed up one of his hands to run beneath her silky panties, and she moaned aloud when his finger parted her, running down across the slick folds.

  Her hips rocked as she begged him to enter her. She didn’t need to say a word. He knew what he was building within her. But something inside her wanted more. And she couldn’t be silent about what she needed forever.

  “Chandler,” she said, trying like hell to keep her mind clear enough to have this conversation, “do you like to talk dirty?”

  “Does that get you off? Want me to talk about your beautiful pussy, how I want to sink my cock deep inside it?” He timed his words with a couple of flicks to her clit, and she bit her lip.

  “Yesssss,” she drew out the word as he rubbed up and down. “What about other stuff?”

  “Like what? Like fucking you out in the middle of a nature trail where anyone can walk by and see us?”

  God, he was good. The thrill of someone discovering them roared to the front of her brain, and she tried to quiet her breathing. It didn’t do a damn bit of good, because Chandler chose that moment to reach between them and loosen his shorts, freeing his hot, swollen cock.

  The brush of that silky head against her nearly had her singing, but she had to wait. Had to get this out. She’d lose her nerve if she wasn’t this turned on, so she had to tell him what she wanted now before her brain came back online.

  “God, Chandler, please. Tie me up. Spank me. Fuck me in the ass, in the mouth, however you want to.”

  He set her down then, and she almost cried out at the loss of his strong body against hers. Her pussy was swollen and throbbing, and empty want screamed out from between her thighs. She stared at him for a moment, completely lost in shock.

  Had she fucked everything up? Did he hate her now?

  The doubts didn’t have long to take over her brain, because Chandler reached into his pocket for a foil packet. He looked down the trail, and then back, and Eliza followed his gaze. No one was there. It was exactly why she’d chosen this path to take her phone call. The solitude was perfect.

  “Here,” he said, leading her into the foliage a bit. Another smooth-trunked tree stood just behind the bend in the trail. Anticipation sapped her strength, and she sagged against the tree trunk as he ripped the square open and stretched the condom over his erection.

  “Liza,” he said, a predatory look in his eyes that thrilled her from her aching breasts to her throbbing clit, “take off your panties.”

  She hesitated for a split second, but then her body took over where her brain misfired. The pale yellow panties whispered down her thighs and she stepped out of them, tossing them atop her purse.

  “Turn around, and pull up your dress.”

  His tone was low and authoritative, but it was more the sight of his
hand on his cock that made her turn. There was something about a strong guy with the confidence and virility to pleasure themselves in front of a woman. Maybe she was crazy for liking it that much, but she didn’t care.

  Another time she’d ask him to masturbate while she watched. But for now she wanted him too bad.

  She turned her back to him and pulled up the hem of her dress, resting it atop the flare of her hips. Bending over slightly, she gripped a low-hanging branch of the tree. The position was almost too perfect. Well, it would be if Chandler could tie her wrists there and spend about two hours teasing orgasms out of her.

  “Please.” Her whisper seemed loud to her, but she knew it was almost undetectable. “I want you so fucking bad.”

  He was behind her only a second later, his big, warm body pressing up against her bared bottom. The cold metal of his zipper grazed against her sensitive flesh, the difference in sensation enough to send shivers of anticipation up her spine. It felt good, that soft little pain, but she wasn’t so sure it’d continue to feel good.

  “Can you take off your shorts? Your zipper . . .”

  She didn’t have to say more. He disappeared for a second, fabric rustled, then he was back, all soft hot skin against her ass and sensitive pussy. Her nails dug into the bark of the tree as she pressed backward against him, her clit throbbing and aching as he teased her inner lips with the blunt tip of his hardness.

  “You’re a wonder, Liza. You’re so damn beautiful it makes me hard just to look at you. And this ass, my God, why did I not spend all last night worshiping it?”

  A palm lightly landed on her bottom, and she yelped in surprise. But oh, it was good. She wanted more. Harder. She wanted him to bend her over his lap and let his hand fall over and over, palm cupped to make a louder sound, a gentle shake after each stroke to ease the sting. Moisture flooded her as he bent down and pressed his lips to the spot he’d spanked.

  “Later I promise that I’ll spend enough time dedicated to this beautiful part of you. But for now, it feels like you want something more.”

  His hand slicked across her, fingers entering her so slowly she almost screamed. Two fingers. Not enough. It wasn’t his cock, so it wasn’t enough. But she rocked against his hand anyway, the stretch and heat of his fingers feeling good. So good, but not good enough.

  “Please, Chandler. I’m ready.”

  He added a third finger and she cried out. Oh God, so good. Not enough.

  “I want your cock. Please, please, fuck me.”

  Never had he been so happy to fulfill a request.

  He was so hard it hurt. Eliza’s ass pressed against him tightly, her wetness slicking against the length of his cock. Her breaths were pants, moaning cries that seemed to wrap around his balls and yank.

  He’d give both of them what they wanted now. But first . . . He looked toward the trail again. Still silent, still empty. Thank God. The thought of stopping now was enough to give him balls bluer than the tropical sea. With another light smack on her ass, he positioned himself at her entrance. She arched her back in supplication, and he slid home.

  Damn.

  Sliding the hem of her dress higher, he gripped her hips and began thrusting. God, she was slick, so wet, horny as hell. She met every one of his thrusts, forcing him harder and deeper inside her body. The heat was incredible, the scent of her arousal mingling with the green scent of the forest surrounding them, a heady and tantalizing mixture. It was like Gaia, or Diana, the scent of a goddess in the wilderness.

  Chandler wondered if he’d lost his mind. And then she reached back and gripped his ass, and he was certain he had. But he really didn’t give a good damn. If this was insanity, it was sweet, and he didn’t want to be in his right mind ever again.

  The tiny, wet sounds of their fucking, Eliza’s quiet cries, his heavy breaths, they mingled into a sweet serenade. As much as he enjoyed watching her soft ass bounce against him, he closed his eyes just to savor the feeling of her hot body enveloping him, gripping him, urging him faster and deeper into her. His heart was thundering in his ears, his blood roaring through his veins as he moved faster, harder.

  Eliza’s sounds became louder, more frantic. A momentary worry broke his rhythm, and Chandler glanced both ways. No one was visible on the path, but they’d better wrap this up, despite how good it was. The forbidden excitement of discovery spurred him on, and he reached between her legs to fondle her clit.

  “Come for me,” he said.

  Her legs clamped tight on his hand, forcing him to press harder against that throbbing nubbin.

  “Oh God!” Her movements became uneven, shuddering. She slammed back against him, forcing him deep. And then her inner walls convulsed around him, and he was gone. He spilled every last drop, encouraged by the grip of her body.

  They didn’t move for several minutes, mostly because Chandler doubted that either of them would be able to walk very steadily for a moment or two. Reluctantly, he withdrew, keeping his hands on Eliza’s hips to steady her.

  “Am I dead?”

  Her question startled a laugh from him.

  “I don’t think so. Not unless I’m dead, too, and heaven looks a lot like Hawaii.”

  Eliza smiled, running a hand through her tousled hair. “I guess heaven’s kind of nice after all, if you’re here.”

  The statement was oddly tender, and his chest gave a funny little twist. They looked at one another for a long moment.

  “Then I hope we can visit heaven again and again,” Chandler said.

  Eliza’s smile thinned, but she nodded. “Yeah, for a few more days.”

  The reminder that this trip was short wasn’t exactly welcome, but she was right. Silence fell between them and Eliza looked away.

  “Gosh, I dumped my purse all over the ground.” She knelt by the mess and began gathering her things.

  Chandler glanced downward and grimaced. Um, that was one inconvenience he hadn’t considered before embarking on sex al fresco. “Hey, Liza, do you have a tissue?”

  She glanced upward. “Yes, why, do you need one?”

  Chandler nodded toward his flagging erection, still sheathed in latex. “I need to dispose of some evidence.”

  “Huh? Oh God, the condom. Yeah. Hang on.”

  Her cheeks colored prettily as she raked through the grass to grab the small packet. Jerking a couple of white tissues free of the plastic rectangle, she passed them over without really looking at him.

  “Thanks,” he said. He hadn’t expected things to feel awkward between them. After all, this wasn’t the first time they’d had sex. But for some reason he was unsure what to say, what to do next.

  Once the condom was safely wrapped in some tissues, and they’d both righted their clothing, they walked toward the trailhead again. Eliza was quiet, holding her purse over her middle like it was some kind of shield.

  She was a puzzle, that was for sure. Maybe she was still worried about that work call. Yeah, that was probably it. He’d distracted her, but now reality was making her worry again. Or maybe she was self-conscious about what she’d asked him for during sex.

  The dirty talk had been exciting, for sure. She’d asked him to tie her up and spank her, among other things. Maybe those were things she hadn’t had the courage to ask about before. Or maybe she had, and it hadn’t turned out well. Either way, it was Chandler’s job to reassure her. Well, he was making it his job.

  “I meant what I said, you know.”

  She bit her lip. “What do you mean?”

  He speared her with a direct look. “Tying you up. Spanking you. Talking dirty. I’ll do it.”

  He’d thought her cheeks had been pink before, but he’d been wrong. The shade they’d gone now put some of the tropical flowers surrounding them to shame.

  “You mean it? You don’t have to.”

  “I want to. I’ll admit, I haven’t done a ton of kinky stuff, but I think I can manage to get pretty good at it, if that’s what you’re into.”

  They emerged fro
m the trail, and Chandler glanced toward the restaurant. Two servers were out there, setting the patio tables for the upcoming dinner service.

  “Wow. I hadn’t thought—well, maybe we should talk about it later. It’s not exactly private here.” She nodded toward the sidewalk. Chandler looked ahead. There were couples, families, random tourists sprinkled along the walk. Damn it, she was right. But he didn’t want to let her get away without making some kind of plan to see one another again, and soon. Once they reached the concrete, he’d lose any chance to talk about this.

  He had to move fast.

  “Hey, listen. I like you. I want to get to know you better, maybe spend some time talking, instead, well, not instead of, but maybe before and after, sleeping with you.”

  Eliza tilted her head in question. “We can just have some fun. I’m not really looking for anything more right now.”

  “Okay, I get that. But that’s no reason we can’t hang out and chat, right?”

  “Um, yeah, I guess. Maybe later.” Eliza walked a little faster. “Sorry to run out on you, but I’ve got to get ready for the bachelorette party tonight.”

  “It’s still early. Why don’t we take a walk down on the beach?”

  “I can’t. I just—right now I need some time alone to think.”

  “About Tyler?”

  His desperate gamble paid off only six feet from the sidewalk. Eliza stopped dead, almost like a remote control car whose batteries had just been disconnected. She turned slowly, her lips parted and brows knitted.

  “What do you mean? What do you know about Tyler?”

  He opted for the truth. “I heard you talking to him when I was walking down the trail. I’m guessing he’s your ex, right? Did he hurt you? Listen, I’m not going to tell you that I’m perfect, but I am interested in you. And I’m not—”

  “I can’t talk about my ex with you. I’m sorry.” She walked away from him then, and he couldn’t be certain, but he thought he saw the telltale shine of tears on her cheek.

  Shit. He’d definitely pressed her on the wrong issue. He tossed the crumpled tissues into a trash can and jammed his hands in his pockets.