Several more seconds of silent staring passed before Kelsey finally turned her back on him. “Anyway… I, uh, need to find some pajamas.”
She crawled to her duffel bag and bent over in search of what he guessed to be the aforementioned pajamas. Nate had no idea if she ever found them, because all he could see was her shapely ass waving in front of his face. Mocking him. Telling him just what an idiot he was. An idiot, he realized as his pulse ascended to a potentially dangerous level, who his brother might have been right about. He just might be incapable of developing a friendship with a woman he found attractive.
Or maybe it was just this woman.
That had to be it. Kelsey had taken him by surprise. His first impression of her was that she was cute, innocent and naïve. The truth was she wasn’t a single damned one of those things. And now that he knew that beyond a doubt, he could work around it and get back to his whole point of being here. Not to fantasize about wrapping his tongue around a sexy as hell belly button ring or slicing it down the sticky, sweetness of her center, but to develop friendships.
He could do that. He would do that. Starting with Kelsey first thing in the morning. After his cock had a chance to relax and the image of her tight rear end and nipple-hardened breasts was flushed from his mind.
Chapter Three
Some part of her mind told her to not scream with the mind-bending feel of the tongue suckling at her pussy, but Kelsey wasn’t up to listening.
Closing her eyes to the blackness of night, she relaxed against the covers and let the impassioned cries come out while her hands moved to the back of the man between her widespread thighs. His powerful tongue sliced over the swollen lips of her cunt and liquid warmth gushed from deep within. Tension pulled at her from every angle. His teeth bit down, grating against her clit, tugging at the nubbin with teasing nips, and it was all she could do not to dig her nails deep into his muscled flesh.
The nips subsided and hot breath caressed her slit, sending a delightful shiver coursing through her body. A shudder that was forgotten when his mouth fitted over her sex an instant later. His tongue returned to her sheath, flicking deep into the arousal-slackened valley of her pussy and threatening to push her over the edge.
She was so close, so very close…
Kelsey bowed up and pressed her cunt harder against his gifted mouth, demanding more pressure, longer, firmer strokes. His large hands palmed her naked ass and tipped her hips higher, granting his tongue deeper access. He took it immediately, increasing the strength of his flicks, pushing into her vagina faster, fucking her with his mouth and tongue until she couldn’t stop from mindlessly writhing beneath him any more than releasing a second round of restless screams.
“Todd! Oh, yes, baby, right there! God, I love it when you lick me there.”
His tongue stilled and he asked in a raspy whisper, “Where is there, sweetheart? Where am I licking you?”
The barely audible question halted Kelsey’s desperate writhing, her racing heart. Todd had never asked her to talk dirty before, but it seemed that’s exactly what he wanted. Why shouldn’t she indulge him? It would benefit them both. “My pussy. You’re licking my pussy and it feels so good. I love it when you fuck my cunt with your tongue. I love it even more when you’re filling me up with your big, hard cock.”
A rolling laugh drifted to her. A laugh that didn’t sound like Todd’s. It sounded far softer, feminine almost. But that was ridiculous, a trick her mind was playing on her. It had to be Todd in her bed. It might be dark and the middle of the night, but she still knew where she was, in her home, with the man she loved.
“So you want to feel my big, hard cock inside you, do you? Buried between those sweet, plump lips of yours or maybe deep in your pretty, little pussy, or is it the other end you’re after? Do you want it from behind, sweetheart?”
Every suggestion reached Kelsey as a rough whisper of heated words that turned her stimulation from steamy to sizzling. She wanted to answer him, wanted to tell him exactly where she wanted to feel him, how she wanted to be loved. Before she could do or say anything, the hands at her thighs moved to her sides and rolled her onto her stomach. She bit back a whimper as her belly brushed against something cool and hard. Something that didn’t feel like her warm, soft mattress. It didn’t feel nice. In fact, it hurt a little, as did Todd’s hands. He’d never been this aggressive before.
As if he knew her thoughts, his hands moved from her sides to palm the cheeks of her buttocks. One large finger teased the center of her ass and she drew in a ragged breath as that same finger reared forward and entered her from behind. Fear chased through her mind, followed quickly by urgent longing as he began to move within her.
Her pussy pulsed, heavy with the juices of arousal, and Kelsey bit back a jagged cry that he give her more, take her fully, fuck her from behind.
God, how she wanted that. She’d never done it before, never trusted a man enough to try it, but she wanted to try it now with Todd. “Yes. More. Please.”
“You want my cock in your ass, do you, sweetheart?”
The voice was teasing, grating, and once again held a feminine ring that sounded nothing like Todd. The part of her mind that had told her not to scream now told her not to give in to his playful taunting. She shouldn’t, but she had to. Her blood burned, her pussy ached to be filled and her nipples were so hard and hot it felt as though his hands were on them even now. They weren’t on her breasts though. They were on her buttocks, palming her, fingering her. Bringing tears of awe to her eyes over the immense sense of ecstasy his touch rendered.
Kelsey wriggled back against his probing finger and bit her lower lip as sensation after blinding sensation coiled in her cunt and filled her limb to limb. She couldn’t silence her shouts. “Yes! I want that! I want to feel you in my ass!”
She expected further conversation, more teasing words before he gave into her wishes. No words came. Only the feel of his hand moving beneath her to palm her belly, then the unmistakable feel of a swollen and precome-lubricated cockhead rubbing against the seam of her buttocks. The hand at her belly slipped lower and long fingers threaded through the soaked curls at her mound. Two moved further, dipping to her feminine lips, then going further still to bury deep into her inflamed sex.
She cried out with the contact, and his big fingers moved against her pussy, fingering her throbbing clit, tangling in her pubic hair, coaxing her to come undone.
“Come for me, sweetheart.” His low voice mimicked the silent plea in his actions. “I know you want to. I even know what will make you do it.”
She didn’t have time to wonder over what that might be, as he reared back, then thrust forward and pumped his swollen cock into her ass. The breath caught hard in her throat with the force of entry. His hands moved to her breasts and he held her tightly to him. Warm flesh pressed against her back and long, silky hair caressed her neck and shoulders. Hair that wasn’t hers.
Kelsey’s breathing came even harder with the thought. Todd had short, neatly trimmed hair. Hair that wouldn’t touch her neck or her shoulders. That being the case, who the hell was it that held her so intimately now?
Panic clawed at her belly, panic she strove to hang onto as the stranger in her bed turned up the pace. His fingers toyed with her aroused nipples. His cock stroked the sensitive inner muscles of her buttocks. The air around them ignited with the heady sweet scent of sex.
The part of her mind that had forewarned her not to give in, attempted to be heard one last time. But it was too late. She couldn’t hold back another second, couldn’t escape this stranger’s arms and the pleasure he wrought. She could only give in to sweet mercy in the form of gratifying shudders of ecstasy that claimed her head to toe.
“Oh, God, I’m coming! I’m coming. I’m coming.”
The chant continued, followed her into a hazy state of euphoria, then suddenly rescinded as a rush of pale light spilled against her closed eyelids and the pleasure that racked through her died an instant death
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Kelsey squeezed her lids tighter and groaned.
It had only been a dream. It wasn’t even dark out. The only reality here was the man in her bed, cupping her breasts. The man who was clearly Todd doing his best to get some early morning loving. She should make do with the dream orgasm and get up and ready for work. Only the way he was stroking her through her sweatshirt, the way his hard, lean body felt pressed against her back, the strength and security his embrace provided… It all made it too hard to open her eyes and face the day just yet.
The stroke of his fingers grew faster, more insistent, and he caught an erect nipple and twisted and plucked at it. Heat coiled low in her belly and the liquid warmth in her pussy that resulted from her dream turned to a pool of burning desire. Her cunt throbbed, aching for release, to feel his fingers buried inside its warm, wet interior, thrusting deep and hard the way she thought they’d been doing moments ago.
The hand at her breast lifted, then touched down beneath her shirt. His fingers felt rougher than they had in the dream. Callused. She didn’t recall Todd ever having callused hands any more than he’d ever had long hair. She liked the abrasiveness though. Liked the way the hard pads of his thumbs chafed across her nipples and shot raw need from the swollen tips direct to her core. She could imagine easily how amazing they would feel rubbing against her clit.
The dream orgasm had been good, but it wasn’t the real thing. She wanted the real thing, needed those strong, capable hands on all of her, needed her own on him as well.
She’d used words to coax him into making his next move in the dream. But he hadn’t been the same Todd in that dream. In real life, she wasn’t certain he would respond to dirty talk. Actions however had always been a thing he understood.
Moaning in the back of her throat, Kelsey slipped her hand beneath her shirt and caught his. Wordlessly, she pulled his hand lower, indicating the place she burned for his touch. With the aid of her guidance, he moved to the edge of her sweatpants and then beneath the waistband. She sucked in a sharp breath at the first contact of his hand on her mound, his fingers coaxing the dewy curls, and then groaned her impatience when they didn’t continue to go farther.
Thanks to that amazingly lifelike dream, she was unbearably wet, hot and eager to explode. All it would take was one stroke of his thumb over her clit and she would be climaxing. They’d been together long enough that Todd had to know how close she was to coming. Even if he couldn’t read her body’s desperate moves, he had to hear her jagged breathing, the hasty beat of her heart, the dampness that permeated the lips of her cunt to moisten her pubic hair. So why was he holding back?
Maybe he really did want dirty talk. Or maybe it was just more action on her part he was after. Both were worth trying.
“I want you, now, baby. I want to feel you fucking me. I want to feel your fingers deep inside my pussy. I know you want that too.”
A low grunt followed her words and the hand at her mound clamped down. Taking that for his response and that he was in complete acceptance, she ground her ass against his groin and reached behind her. She latched her fingers onto his buttocks through a thin pair of shorts, squeezed hard, virile flesh…and froze.
Seconds ago, Kelsey’s heart had felt close to beating out of control. Now it stilled and the breath cruised from her lungs on a painful huff. Todd had a decent rear end, but as was the case with the long hair from her dream and the calluses she’d first detected on this person’s hands moments ago, he didn’t possess the one she currently grasped. Worse, far worse, was the fact this was no erotic fantasy she was about to wake up from. This was cold hard reality. A stranger held her, a stranger who had his hands down her pants because she’d put them there.
Her eyes snapped open as panic once more reared. Struggling to forget the hand that still cupped her sex, she looked to the one that lay on her hip. Morning was just dawning and inside the canvas walls of the tent the lighting wasn’t the best. Still, she could make out the hand, the long fingers tipped with red polished nails.
Red… Polished… Nails…
Kelsey’s heart slammed into her ribs and she wheezed back a gasp as clarity dawned. It hadn’t been Todd who infiltrated her dreams and left her wet and horny. It wasn’t Todd who held her now. It was Natalie. Natalie with the long, silky hair. Natalie with the strong, callused fingers. Natalie with the feminine voice and magical tongue.
Oh…my…God!
Inhaling long, calming breaths, while her sanity threatened to run far and fast away, Kelsey slid her hand beneath the waistband of her sweatpants and guided the hand she’d moments ago led into her pants back out. Cautiously, she moved from the ground then resettled Natalie’s hands on the sleeping bag. Natalie didn’t make so much as a sound. In fact, aside from that one grunt, Natalie hadn’t made a sound the entire time she’d been touching her. Kelsey could only pray that meant she was asleep, that she’d been asleep the whole time and if anything presumed the whole thing to be the same kind of wet dream Kelsey had had. Or maybe nightmare was the better choice of words here.
Kelsey didn’t turn back to verify things one way or the other, but grabbed her boots and darted out of the tent and into the early stillness of morning.
She hustled to put distance between herself and the tent, venting to herself as she went, “What is wrong with you?!”
How the hell could’ve she been so stimulated by another woman’s touch? It would have been bad enough had things ended with the dream, but they hadn’t. She’d been awake and wanting Natalie so badly she’d actually begged her to sink her fingers into her pussy. She’d been on the cusp of rolling over and wrapping her legs around Natalie’s waist, to taking Natalie’s non-existent erection into her hand, for God’s sake!
The fact the woman didn’t have a penis should have been clear when Kelsey had rubbed so urgently against her groin and encountered nothing more than a solid surface that had clearly been the hard ridge of her mound or pelvis. Only it hadn’t been enough, not by a long shot. She’d felt that gently rounded surface and had gone right on rubbing, right on writhing. Right on silently pleading for more.
Damn it, she did not do these kinds of things with other women! One of the points of inviting Natalie into her tent had been to prove that very fact, that she could get through a night without groping her.
She hadn’t made it.
But that didn’t have anything to do with her wanting Natalie. She’d been confused in both the dream and real life. She’d thought she was still with Todd and it was he who’d stroked her nipples. He who’d worked his fingers into her pubic hair. He who’d had her pussy throbbing with the need to make her dream one big, Technicolor reality.
“Oh, God!” She was not going to think about that.
She was going to…to…visit.
The sun was only just beginning to rise, but there was already a small fire made and a handful of women milling about. Women she felt she could be herself around. Her outdoor-loving, heterosexual self.
* * * * *
Dumbass. What the fuck had he been thinking?
First off, Nate had been thinking that Kelsey was asleep. He never imagined in a million years she would come into his arms and proceed to rub against him until he was too aroused to stop himself from reaching out to her otherwise. He sure as hell never thought she would ask him to fuck her, then proceed to take his hand in her own and stick it down her pants.
Christ, she’d been so wet, so aroused…
He hadn’t even touched her pussy and he could feel the heat coming off from her, feel her wetness soaking her pubic hair, smell the essence of her sex on the air. Between the dirty talk and her erotic scent, he’d been a lost cause. He’d been on the verge of saying to hell with it and fucking her right then and there consequences be damned, when she’d finally came alert and stopped him.
Not that her stopping him made things any easier in the long run.
Nate had thought last night’s leering and subtle touch had been bad of him, but th
is morning’s moves were downright evil by comparison. Kelsey’s head had to be spinning with thoughts she didn’t care to entertain. His own was thick with the wonder of how the hell he was supposed to treat her like a friend after touching her in a way that was anything but friendly. Somehow he had to forget the way her breast filled his palm, the soft, husky sounds she made deep in her throat when she was aroused, the intoxicating as hell scent that filled his nostrils whenever she was within two feet of him. That somehow wasn’t going to be easy considering his cock was pulsing and his balls ready to explode out of the damnable cup at the mere thought of her.
Difficult or not, he would do it. He would show her that he was just another one of the girls with a feminine side a mile wide and not the slightest in the way of same-sex tendencies. And after he’d convinced her and they’d had a chance to do some of the bonding Joe believed he was incapable of, he would move on to befriending more women.
He could form nonsexual, inter-gender friendships as much as the next person. Right after he did any necessary touch-up shaving and saw to his morning makeup routine, he would prove it too.
* * * * *
Partner hike. Two words that to Kelsey sounded a lot like isolating yourself in the woods with the woman you spent the morning avoiding.
She couldn’t ignore Natalie forever. She’d already walked away from her question without so much as a word of response. It was rude and very unlike her. At that moment saving face was not on the top of her list of things to worry over. Natalie had joined the morning campfire less than a half hour after Kelsey woke. It was enough time to hope she hadn’t been awake during the touchy-feely session, but it wasn’t nearly enough time to set Kelsey’s mind at ease.
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