by Anna Durand
He nipped my clit, and I erupted.
My scream reverberated through the forest.
But Ollie didn't stop until he'd teased every last spasm of pleasure out of me, until my arms quivered from the strain of holding me up and he'd robbed me of breath.
He rose in front of me, his expression the embodiment of sheer, unbridled lust. His voice sounded deeper and rougher when he said, "Breathe, Mara. Can't have you passing out before we get to the best part."
I did what he said, taking slow breaths until my heart stopped pounding like a jackhammer. I let go of the branch and stumbled a little, still weak from the power of what he'd done to me.
Ollie slung an arm around my waist and hugged me to him. "Let me know when you're ready for more. I can't wait to be inside you again."
"I want that too, and I'm okay now." I walked my fingers up his chest. "But I'd like to give you something special first."
"Just being with you is special enough for me."
"You're so sweet, Ollie. But I've been fantasizing about this all week." I wriggled free of his embrace and knelt in front of him. His cock curved up in front of me, making my mouth water. "I want this."
"Oh... uh... You don't have to..."
He blushed.
I couldn't help grinning and laughing. His embarrassment was the cutest thing I'd ever seen, and it made me want to do this even more.
"Relax, Ollie," I said, "I've done this before. My husband thought my enthusiasm for sex was unseemly, but he loved it when I gave him a blow job. Apparently, it wasn't unseemly to enjoy doing that for him. But I'll love doing this for you so much more."
He combed his fingers through my hair, gazing down at me with a tender smile curving his lips. "You're the sexiest woman in the world, Mara. I'd love for you to do that."
"Maybe you should hold on to the branch. I plan to make you come so hard your knees will buckle."
"Damn, that sounds incredible."
He moved to stand directly under the branch, clasping it with both hands.
I knelt in front of him and took his erection in my hand, closing my fingers around its girth, loving the heat and firmness of him. A drop of moisture formed on the head of his cock. I licked it away, making him shudder and suck in a breath.
"Are you ready, Oliver?"
"Fuck yes."
I pumped his length in a leisurely rhythm while I began to massage his inner thigh with my other hand, easing it upward inch by inch, moving closer and closer to his groin. His head fell back, the look on his face the epitome of pleasure. He groaned softly when I cupped his sac and gasped when I fondled the skin behind it.
"Mara," he said through gritted teeth. "You're so---uh. So hot."
"Can't wait to taste you." I rasped my tongue over the crown of his cock, flicking it out to taste the slit. His breathing turned rough and labored, and I grew even slicker than he'd made me when he put his mouth on me. "Oh Oliver, I'm going to eat you up."
Knowing he loved giving me oral sex as much as he loved receiving it from me made this even hotter, even more perfect. I took him in my mouth, sliding his length in as far as I could before I pulled away.
"Fuck, Mara, you better hurry." His face had become pinched even while it took on a look of sheer ecstasy. "I don't think I'll last long, not with you doing this to me."
"Look at me, Oliver. I want you to watch me feast on you and swallow everything you give me."
Chest heaving, he bowed his head to watch me. His gaze drilled into mine, and he licked his lips. "I definitely won't last long if I'm looking at you."
"Doesn't matter how long it takes, as long as your eyes roll back in your head."
I swallowed him, drawing his cock deep inside my mouth while I massaged his sac. He tasted so good, though I couldn't describe the flavor of his skin. No words on earth seemed right, but giving him this gift seemed like the most right thing I'd ever done with a man. Nico might've loved blow jobs, but only because of the pleasure it gave him. He'd always kept his eyes closed, focused solely on how what I did affected him. He never said anything until after he'd come, then he would tell me, "I really needed that."
Ollie called me sexy and wanted to watch me do this to him. I had no doubts that afterward he would compliment me in the sweetest way. He was that kind of man.
His breathing grew even heavier, and his lids drifted half shut, but he kept looking at me. Our gazes were tied to each other with an invisible thread, a link between us that I'd felt since the moment I'd met him.
I worked his cock with my mouth, my lips covering my teeth, while I stroked the skin behind his balls. He groaned and grunted and murmured my name, his voice rough and almost hoarse. I dragged my tongue over the tip of his erection, and he hissed in a breath. His entire face scrunched up with blissful agony when I began to slide my mouth up and down his length, sucking and laving him with my tongue even as I grasped the base of his cock and pumped there too.
"Shit, Mara," he growled. "God, I'm about to---"
With a shout, he came. His whole body jerked. The salty flavor of him filled my mouth, making me hum with pleasure. I kept going until he was done, completely done, and so spent he dangled from the tree branch with his head limp, his chin almost touching his chest. The most adorable look of dazed rapture came over his face.
He managed a lopsided smile. "You rock the blow jobs, Mara. Any guy who couldn't see what a hot, amazing woman you are is a total idiot and a complete dick. I've never been with a sexier, more exciting woman in my life."
I couldn't help smiling. "Anytime you want this again, let me know. I loved doing that to you, and watching your face while you came. It got me so turned on."
He peeled his hands away from the branch to kneel in front of me. Gliding his hands up and down my arms, he leaned in to kiss me.
I expected a lips-only kiss. I mean, what man wanted to taste himself in my mouth? But Ollie didn't care. He sealed his mouth to mine and thrust his tongue deep, letting out a groan of pure carnal delight. We kissed with languor, like we had all day to sit here on our knees, in the woods, enjoying each other's mouths until the sun set and the moon rose, and then we could make love by moonlight.
We didn't get the chance. A phone rang.
Ollie kept kissing me, wrapping his arms around me and crushing my breasts to his chest, crushing my entire body to him.
The phone rang again, and I pushed his face away with my palms on his cheeks. "Is that your phone or mine?"
"Don't know. Don't care."
He claimed my mouth again, devouring me so deeply and hotly that I forgot about everything else in the world.
But that damn phone rang again.
Ollie broke the kiss and huffed. "Can't anybody get along without us for one frigging hour?"
"I think it's only been, like, fifteen minutes."
"But I was planning to make love to you for another forty-five minutes, at the very least."
I grinned.
He scowled as he scrambled around on his knees to find our clothes, then dug in various pockets until he found the ringing phone. He handed it to me. "It's yours. Says 'Mom' on the caller ID."
"Oh." I took the phone and answered it. "Mom?"
"Mara, where on earth are you? Eve and Val let us into the house, but you're not here. We were getting worried."
"Ollie and I went for a walk. We'll be back in a little while."
"Mara..." Her voice took on a sheepish tone I'd never heard before. "There's something I meant to tell you, but after that naked man frightened you, I forgot."
"What is it?"
The silence that followed my question dragged on for several seconds. I knew we hadn't been disconnected thanks to the background noises of men's voices. I couldn't make out what they were saying.
"Mara," Mom began, still sounding slightly embarrassed, "it's about Nico. Before your father and I left Philadelphia, I called him."
"Nico? Why would you do that?"
; "I was convinced you were in some sort of trouble, and I knew he wanted you back. So I thought he might be able to talk you into coming home." She hesitated, sighing. "Nico just got here. He's with us in the caretaker's house."
"What?" I almost shrieked that word. My skin went cold, and I was pretty sure my blood froze to solid ice. "You invited my ex-husband to come here? Like it's some kind of intervention for your crazy daughter?"
"Yes. I'm sorry. But you'd better get back here before Nico takes off into the woods to look for you."
Shit. He would do that, for sure. Nico was exactly the kind of jackass who believed he knew what was best for me, and finding out I'd come to a nudist resort would set him off for sure.
"Okay, I'm coming."
I hung up on my mom and rushed to get my clothes on.
"What's wrong?" Ollie asked.
"My---" I paused in yanking my clothes on and tried to calm my racing heart, but I failed. "My ex-husband is here. I have to get back to the house before he calls the state police or who knows what to come search for me."
I didn't wait for Ollie. Once I was dressed, I took off down the trail, headed for the house.
Nico. Here. Could things get any worse?
Chapter Eighteen
Ollie
Mara took off at a dead run. I scrambled to get my clothes on and gave up on tucking my shirt in, determined to keep up with her. I had longer legs, so I caught up to Mara in a few seconds, despite the time it had taken to get dressed. Only when we reached the trailhead, behind the little house, did I realize I'd forgotten my shoes.
She slid to a stop, almost falling over in the process.
I grabbed her arms to keep her from tumbling to the ground.
Gasping for air, she laid a hand on her chest. Her eyes were big, her mouth hung open, and she stared at the house like it might turn into a giant monster and squash her with its foot.
"You okay?" I asked.
"Uh-huh, sure," she said, sounding sarcastic even while she fought to calm her breathing. "My mom invited my ex-husband to an intervention at a nudist resort, so they can set me straight. But sure, everything's peachy."
I grasped her shoulders and turned her to face me, though her gaze stayed trained on the house. "Look at me, Mara. Come on, look at me."
She rotated her wide eyes toward me.
"Take slow, deep breaths," I told her. "That's right. Keep breathing. Take it easy and keep looking at me. You don't need to panic because I'm here with you, and I won't leave you alone with anybody unless you tell me it's okay. Got it?"
Mara nodded, clamping her teeth over her lips. She kept taking deep breaths and exhaling them gradually, and the panic on her face relaxed into something more like mild anxiety mixed with a hint of annoyance. I was pretty sure she wasn't annoyed with me. Her ex-husband and her mom seemed like the most likely targets.
"Thank you, Ollie," Mara said once she'd calmed down. "You're better than Xanax."
I chuckled. "That's the strangest compliment I've ever gotten, but coming from you, it's also the nicest one." I thought about what she'd said and asked, "Do you take Xanax? Or Prozac? Anything like that?"
"Never took Prozac, or any antidepressant. But my mom insisted I get a prescription for Xanax." She squared her shoulders and stood up straighter. "I haven't taken one since I came here. Not even after the dining hall incident that first day."
"Good." I pecked a quick kiss on her lips. "I'm proud of you, Mara. Your parents showed up, and you didn't freak out. You stood up to your mom. Now your ex is here, and I know you can handle that too."
The start of tears glistened in her eyes. "You're the first person who ever really believed in me."
"Oh, I think your parents believe in you. Your dad for sure. But I think even your mom does, deep down, and maybe she'll tell you that sometime and explain why she told you all that shit about being proper."
"Maybe." She lifted her chin and cleared her throat. "Right now, I have to face my ex."
"I'll be right here with you, all the way."
She touched my cheek. "I know, Ollie, and that means more to me than you could possibly know."
I took her hand in mine and turned toward the trailhead. "Ready?"
She nodded.
We marched out of the woods and walked into the house via the back door, stepping into the kitchen.
Five people swiveled their gazes toward us.
Eve and Val smiled.
Peter Severins smiled too.
Sheryl glanced at her daughter but quickly averted her gaze, hugging herself.
The fifth person---Mara's ex, I assumed---glared at me for a couple seconds, then he rushed up to Mara. He pulled her into a hug and, like I wasn't standing right there next to her still holding her hand, he planted a big old kiss on her.
A long kiss. Like, loooong long.
I gritted my teeth and tried to be the understanding boyfriend, but honestly, how long would she let him keep doing that? The creep had treated her like dirt. She couldn't want him back. So why was she standing there while he kissed her?
Oh no, he couldn't have done what I thought he just did. He could not have shoved his tongue into her mouth.
Yeah, the asswipe had.
I was pretty sure I growled. My free hand clenched into a fist, and I had an almost overpowering urge to slug this creep.
Finally, after what seemed like an hour, he pulled his mouth away from hers. Giving Mara the smarmiest smile I'd ever seen, he said, "I was so worried about you, baby. Glad to see you're okay."
She gaped at him. Not moving. Not speaking. Her cheeks had turned pink.
I still held her hand even while my other one stayed balled into a tight fist.
Her ex glared at me again but quickly pulled on a cloak of civility, smiling politely and offering me his hand. "I'm Nico Marshall, Mara's husband. You must be one of her new friends."
Did this asshole really think I wanted to shake his hand? He couldn't be that stupid.
Mara was still standing beside me gaping at her ex. Was that stunned look because she couldn't believe he'd had the gall to show up here? Or was that a stunned "I want to get back with my douchebag ex-husband" expression?
"It was nice of you to take my Mara for a walk," Nico said. "She's always been afraid of the woods. You must be a great wilderness counselor."
Wilderness counselor? What the fuck was that? Maybe they had those in the big city, where people thought "wilderness" meant a patch of grass with a scraggly bush on it.
"Mara doesn't need counseling," I said. "There's nothing wrong with her."
The prick patted my shoulder. "You don't know her the way I do."
Okay, so he was as stupid as I'd thought. Only a moron would say that to me when I was holding his ex-wife's hand.
A breath blustered out of Mara, like she'd been holding it in and finally let it all out. Her stunned expression evaporated, blown away by her big sigh.
"Nico," she snapped. Once he looked at her, she rolled her shoulders back and said, "I do not need or want you here. Go home."
Okay, not an "I want my asswipe ex back" expression after all. I tried to keep my mouth from forming a smirk, but it happened anyway. Who cared what Nico thought? I had Mara, he didn't, and he could go jump into a volcano for all I cared.
"I can't leave," Nico said, "until we talk about what's going on with you. A nudie resort? That's the craziest mess you've ever gotten yourself into, and I've seen you do a lot of crazy things."
She puckered her lips, and I swore a little bit of steam erupted from her nostrils.
"Listen up, Nico," she said. "You don't know me at all, because you never bothered to ask me anything. That was the problem with our marriage. It was all about you, when it should have been about us. A shared life. But that's something you can't even comprehend."
He opened his mouth, but she held up a hand, her expression stern and determined.
That look was
sexy as hell. Everything about her in this moment made me want to fuck her right here in front of everybody.
"I never did a single crazy thing in my life," she said, "and that's the problem. I always did what was expected of me, living by rules you and Mom and other people made up for me. Of course I turned into a neurotic mess. I never had any fun."
Nico eyed her like she might kick him in the balls any second.
I would've loved to see that.
Mara jerked her hand free of mine, spreading her arms. "Look at me. Do I seem anxious or neurotic? No, I don't. Know why? Because I stopped caring about those stupid rules and started listening to my heart. I love being here at this 'nudie' resort. I'm not leaving, but you need to go. Right away."
"Mara---"
"No. I'm not listening to you anymore." She made a shooing motion with her hands. "Go. Get out."
He stared at her for a moment, his mouth open, then got a sneakily determined look on his face. "You can't make me leave. I paid for a room here. For a week-long stay."
"What?"
I glanced at Eve and Val. Eve shrugged and shook her head. Val bowed his head, scratching it.
"Why don't I show Nico to his room," Eve said, "and give everyone a little time to decompress."
Nico didn't look like he wanted to go anywhere, but Eve knew how to graciously force someone to get the hell out. She and Nico left.
"I'm sorry," Val said to me and Mara. "He made the reservation online, and we didn't know---"
"Don't worry," Mara said. "I know it's not your fault. Let him stick around. He'll realize eventually that I'm not going home with him."
"If he harasses you, let us know. We will evict him and ban him from the resort for life."
"Thank you, Val. I appreciate that."
He left too, no doubt heading for the guest house to help Eve.
Mara's parents stayed put. Sheryl still hugged herself, her head down.
Peter smiled at his daughter. "Good for you, Mara."
High-pitched squeals erupted outside the house.
What on earth?
I stayed confused for about thirty seconds, until the house phone rang and I picked it up.
Before I could speak, Ruth Norris said, "Dear, the Kitten Brigade is here. And they're swarming Val with even more enthusiasm than usual. Maybe you should get out there and save the poor boy."
