Guarding the Truth

by Becca Jameson

  “Farther…” He stared into her blue eyes at the command to watch her reaction.

  Parker moaned too when Madeline looked straight at him and took her bottom lip into her mouth, biting it between her teeth. But she did as she was told and spread her thighs wider.

  “That’s it, baby. You’re so beautiful. Like a goddess on display. Your tits are poking out, begging to be pinched, swollen with need. Can you feel them?” Parker stared at her perfect globes, rising and falling as she breathed. With his words, the nipples grew even harder, the deep rose color darkening beneath his perusal.

  “Run your hands over the soft globes and gently squeeze them… That’s it, baby. So sexy.” He wanted to encourage her, drive her mad with wanting to do this for him. Never had he experienced this with a woman. He’d always had a dominant side lying dormant just beneath the surface, but he’d never been with anyone who made him feel comfortable enough to explore it.

  God, he wanted her. He felt his dick hardening more each moment, trapped against the bed.

  “Now, pinch your sexy little tits for me.” She never faltered. Just did as she was told, each act heightening Parker’s arousal and hers as well. Her head lolled back and forth, soft moaning seeping from between her now-parted lips.

  “Keep one hand pinching those nipples, but move the other between your legs.” She slowly allowed her hand to meander down her stomach. “Circle your clit, but don’t touch it yet… There, like that.” Flames burned Parker’s cheeks. Had they somehow moved closer to the fire?

  “Now move your finger down and drag it through the wetness between your pussy lips, baby.” Parker had to sit up to relieve the pressure on his cock. The rock hard erection bobbed between his legs from this position, the need running through it not in any way alleviated.

  “Drag the wetness up to stroke over your clit now…” Madeline lifted her hips off the bed and gasped at the pleasure. The tight muscles of her thighs held her rigid above the bed.

  Parker grasped his stiff length with his hand and slowly began to pump, the tightness begging for release. He moaned at the sensation, the low noise filling the room and causing him to glance up at her face to see if she noticed.

  Madeline had opened her eyes to gaze into his face, once again biting her bottom lip. He didn’t want her to stop. Didn’t want to break the spell she was under.

  “Madeline… Use your other hand to push the hood back from your sweet clit…” She didn’t hesitate, even though she was still looking him in the eye. Her left hand moved down between her legs. He kept his gaze on her glassy eyes for another moment.

  “Suck your finger into your mouth, baby.” She released the tight hold on her bottom lip and slowly sucked the dainty digit, tasting herself.

  He had a better show to watch, though, and returned his gaze to her pussy. “While you hold the hood above your clit back, stroke the tight little nub with your finger, wet with saliva.”

  Her hips lifted again, higher. She was easily going to come. He hadn’t been sure she could lower her inhibitions enough to bring herself to orgasm under his watchful eye and command, but that idea seemed to have flown away. She kept stroking her sexy core without any further instructions, reaching on her own accord into the wetness at the entrance to her pussy to drag it back up once again to the spot demanding attention.

  And Parker pumped harder on his erection. If he didn’t stop, he was going to come before witnessing the finale in front of him. He paused to squeeze his dick tightly and dampen the orgasm threatening at the surface, not sure he would be able to stop it. His thighs were stiff, and sweat ran down his back with the effort.

  “Baby, press three fingers into your pussy as far as you can… Now pinch your clit with your other hand and hold it.” God, she was fantastic. The most spectacular sight, completely open to him. Completely his for the commanding.

  Parker adjusted his position a bit but kept applying pressure to his erection, placing his thumb tightly over the tip. Please don’t blow yet.

  Madeline moaned, her head thrown back, her slender neck sticking out and her hips rocking up and down. “Drag those fingers over your G-spot, baby… You have to curve them, angle them a little.”

  She must have hit the spot, because he lost communication with her when she began a frantic pace, pumping those sopping fingers in and out with her left hand while pinching her growing nub over and over with her right. Her skin was splotchy red under the soft glow of the fire. Her knees shook.

  Parker could not keep from resuming his own pumping motion. While watching Madeline unfold in front of him, he reached with his free hand to fondle his balls and allowed himself the luxury of pulling the moisture from the tip of his cock to smear it all around and provide a lubricant for his sliding fingers.

  “Oh… Oh… Oh God, Parker… I’m gonna…” She exploded, her body writhing in ecstasy while her fingers continued to milk her orgasm, pumping furiously to draw out every last second.

  At that moment, Parker increased his pressure and moaned loudly, drowning out the panting coming from Madeline’s side of the bed as his hot seed spurted onto her thighs.

  When at last his river of come ceased, Parker let go and lay himself gently over Madeline’s limp body. Her hands had fallen to her sides, her legs still splayed open, and he pressed his still-erect cock against her hot soaking entrance.

  He lay all the way over her, her soft globes pressed against his chest, rested his elbows on either side of her face, and began a long luxurious kiss. She let her mouth fall open and entered him with her tongue, taking the initiative and delving into every crease, like she couldn’t get enough of his taste.

  When he finally pulled back to gaze into her eyes, she was smiling shyly.

  “I… I can’t believe…that we…that I…did that.” Madeline looked straight at him.

  “Baby, that was truly the most sensuous experience of my life. I hope you thought so too.”

  * * *

  Was he kidding? It was freeing…and wonderful. Madeline felt the heat rise in her cheeks, but she didn’t back down from his gaze. She was still aroused, even after the fantastic orgasm he coaxed out of her without touching her. He watched. The man just watched me masturbate. Why am I not embarrassed? Because the heat and passion hadn’t subsided. She still wanted him.

  “I need you inside me. Please, Parker. I need to feel you inside me.”

  Thank God he smiled. She didn’t know what she would’ve done if he’d said he couldn’t do it. Not so soon after ejaculating all over her.

  His warm semen was a reminder of that fact. Could he make love again so soon?

  Madeline let out a little squeal when Parker flipped them over and sat up, leaning against the mound of pillows that had been behind her.

  Madeline was sprawled all over him, her face against his chest, so she used the opportunity to lick the nipple nearest her mouth, eliciting a new moan from Parker’s lips.

  Parker took her head in his hands and pulled her up to look into her eyes. She felt the cool air between their heated bodies at the lack of contact.

  “Do you want to make love or drive me crazier than you already have tonight?” He smiled at her but gently leaned forward to set her back a bit.

  Her confusion evaporated when he reached over the side of the bed and came back with a foil wrapper in his hand. “Will you put it on me?”

  Oh, God. Put it on him?

  Madeline took the thin disk with shaking hands and ripped it open. When she held the condom in her hands, she realized she was not altogether sure what to do. “How… I mean…um how do you know which way it goes?” God, Madeline, you sound ridiculous. How hard can it be?

  Her face was burning, cheeks as rosy as ever.

  Parker gave a soft chuckle. “Trial and error… Just place it over the tip,” he motioned her forward, “and roll the sides down. If it won’t roll, then you guessed wrong. Flip it over and try again.”

  Tentatively—can I hurt him?—Madeline did as he said and b
reathed a sigh of relief when the condom easily unfolded over his once again throbbing erection. His low exhale, followed by a soft “mmm,” was all the encouragement she needed to finish the process.

  “Climb on top of me, baby. I want you to ride me.”

  Holy shit. Ride him? Sure. Women did it all the time, right? At least in literature.

  “I don’t know…quite… I mean…”

  Parker reached for Madeline and gently pulled her on top of him with her legs straddling his hips. He held her above his pulsing…cock. I’ll never get used to that word. But cock was a perfect choice for the wanton sexy woman hovering above Parker.

  Madeline grasped his shoulders to hold herself above him, his firm muscular frame tight beneath her grip. A sheen of sweat covered his body and glistened in the soft glow of the fire now roaring behind them. Madeline wanted to lick her tongue over his nipples, but when she leaned down, Parker grasped her shoulders to stop her.

  He gasped out his words. “I…can’t…take…that… Just…please lower yourself onto me. I need to be inside you, now.”

  Madeline reached for the sheathed hard-on with one hand, bracing herself above him with the other still gripping his biceps, and lined him up with the entrance to her pulsing opening.

  There was no need for foreplay. She was dripping with desire and lowered her body over his erection until he was all the way in to the hilt.

  “Ahhh… Oh God… Parker… I need…to move,” she muttered senselessly, but she couldn’t stop herself and didn’t wait for a response. He filled her so tightly, so perfectly, and she wanted the friction only lifting herself up would provide.

  Parker held on to Madeline’s arms with his firm grip, and she couldn’t keep from bracing herself with her knees and slamming up and down over him, learning that she could control the speed and friction in this position to whatever suited her desire. Each time she lowered herself onto him, she purposefully tilted to the perfect angle that pressed her sensitive clit into the soft curls surrounding Parker’s fantastic…cock.

  Skin prickling, Madeline enjoyed the liberating feeling of being on top of Parker.

  “Oh, God… Madeline…baby… I’m not going to last long if you keep up that pace.”

  “I’m…on…top. My…pace.” She panted through the jumbled words, loving this man, loving this position, loving the angle of his cock rubbing over and over against her G-spot while she controlled everything.

  Her thighs tightened under the strain, but she didn’t let up.

  Parker reached between them to pinch her nipples, her breasts swaying rapidly over him.

  A moan escaped her lips, bringing no level of embarrassment.

  “I’m gonna come…” Parker uttered stiffly through gritted teeth. “Come with me, baby…”

  She might not have been able to obey that final command, but when he let go of her swollen nipple to pinch her clit between two fingers, all was lost.

  Parker stared intently into Madeline’s eyes. At the same moment, two sets of pleasurable sounds penetrated the night, his low and throaty, hers a high-pitched scream.

  She kept lifting up and down over him until she felt his erection softening inside her, and then she slumped over him like a rag doll, her face against his chest. Spent. Unable to move a muscle.

  His hands roamed over her back, raising goose bumps to her glossy skin.

  The words “I love you” stuck to the tip of her tongue. It was too soon. They had just reconciled. She bit her lip to keep from saying anything, the pain taking her mind off the thoughts.

  Moments passed, Parker’s chest heaving beneath her, lifting them as they regained their senses, his hands still wandering lovingly over her body.

  Would she be embarrassed in the light of day tomorrow? God, I hope not. Because that was the best experience of my life.

  Finally able to breathe relatively normally, Parker lightly laid Madeline alongside him and gazed deeply into her eyes. “I… Did you… Hmmm…that was so… I don’t have the words.” His hand still roamed over her arm, up and down, bumps rising in its path.

  She smiled reassuringly. “Unbelievable.” I love you.

  “Yes, it was.”

  Parker removed the condom and deposited it in a tissue beside the bed. When he rolled back over, Madeline’s skin had chilled without his warmth. It was only a moment, but she released a long sigh when he again pulled her into his embrace. He turned her to spoon her back against his chest and pulled the comforter from the foot of the bed over them.

  The warm cocoon lulled Madeline under in moments. As she drifted off, light kisses on her temple, she was well aware this was no longer a fling between two fake college students. This was serious. She would not be able to let him go.

  Chapter Fifteen

  The next morning, Madeline lay lazily gazing at Parker’s still-sleeping form. His back was to her, and she luxuriated in admiring his bronze shoulder, the slope of his torso, and the muscles on his forearms. All that was visible above where the sheet took over and prevented further exploration. She would’ve liked to run her fingers over his skin, feel the heat of it, but didn’t want to wake him.

  It was late, probably ten or eleven o’clock, judging by the angle of light coming through the window. They had needed the sleep. What time did we finally doze off?

  A noise jerked her from her reverie. Was it an animal outside? Or was it more? She’d gotten a little too comfortable out in the woods, a little too laid back. She sat up abruptly, but that didn’t disturb sleeping beauty.

  And then the noise became a voice, barely audible, but definitely human.

  “Parker,” she hissed, shoving the side of his warm body. “Wake up. There’s someone coming.” She was trying to be as quiet as possible to not alert the intruder, but waking Parker was like rousing the dead this morning. Of all the mornings for him not to be at his best.

  “Hmm. Good morning, babe. Did you sleep well?” He turned his face toward her finally. But, his brain must have clicked into place, her words belatedly penetrating his system, because when he saw the look she gave him, he jumped from the bed and inched quietly toward the door, naked as the day he was born.

  Madeline gasped at his sudden movement. Even with the threat of some sort of invasion, she couldn’t help but ogle his sexy form, his erection standing at attention. Did he always wake up with a hard-on?

  She held her breath as Parker peeked out the small window next to the door, clearly trying to avoid being seen by whoever was out there.

  And then simultaneously, he stood up straighter, audibly exhaling, while Madeline registered Christine’s sing-songy voice calling out, “Parker?”

  Parker whipped the door open and then glanced down at himself. “Oops. Sorry. Give us a second, k?” He didn’t wait for an answer, but softly shut the door at a much more reasonable pace than he’d opened it.

  Madeline blushed, feeling the heat stinging her cheeks at being caught in such a predicament.

  “What is she doing here?” Madeline whispered as quietly as possible. “Do you think she knows something? How…?” Madeline was full of unanswerable questions. Get up. Move, girl. She looked down at herself, sitting on the bed with the sheet around her waist, her exposed breasts heaving with the stress of the excitement, her breath coming in quick gasps.

  Even though she’d been the one awake moments ago, wide awake, staring at the handsome, well-sculpted body of her lover, she seemed to be frozen, unable to move, while Parker hustled around grabbing jeans, a T-shirt, some tennis shoes.

  “Babe? You okay?” He reached for her as he finished donning his clothes. “Want me to let Christine in before you get dressed?” He chuckled. “You look like you saw a ghost.”

  “Right. I guess I feel like it. I was trying to wake you… I heard a noise… Obviously it was Christine.”

  Parker bent to retrieve some items from the floor and handed them to Madeline. “Here, put these on.” He was gracious enough to haul her up by the hands when she didn’t
readily comply, and help her get started.

  Madeline’s mind clicked into place as he began dressing her, and she reached down and took over the daily process that should’ve been simple enough to do asleep, on an average normal day, when I’m not busy having the daylights scared out of me. Her heart was still racing.

  Within moments, they were both presentable, and Parker again opened the door. He ushered Christine inside the tiny cabin and onto a chair. “You startled us. Sorry. Guess we were…sleeping a bit late this morning.” Parker, flustered. Now there’s one for the record books.

  Madeline took the other chair and questioned Christine’s presence, ignoring Parker’s stammering excuses for their lack of late-morning composure. “Did something happen? Have you heard something? Is everything okay?”

  Christine smiled sweetly. “No, yes, and no.”

  It took Madeline a moment to realize what all that meant.

  After a brief pause, Christine continued, Parker leaning on the table as if he needed extreme proximity to be sure he heard every word correctly. There were only the two chairs available in the cabin, so he was forced to stand and peer down at them. “Nothing happened, yet. But it seems whoever is hunting you has somehow pieced together your approximate whereabouts. No one knows quite how, but Reynolds called me before dawn with the information. He wanted me to head out here and warn you, to be on the safe side. He’s on his way here, somewhere over Missouri by now I assume.” Christine smiled at them.

  “Did anyone follow you?” Parker paced the room, running his fingers through his hair. He stopped and stared at Christine. “No, sorry. Of course not. I’m just…”

  “It’s okay. Don’t worry. No, I’m sure no one could possibly have tracked me. I’m fairly good at losing people, if you may recall.” She was not offended by the question at all. Totally understanding.

  “How did Reynolds find out we were being followed again?” Parker came over and sat on the edge of the table.