They began walking around all of the back campsites, taking a circular way back to theirs. More people had already set up, and they had to weave their way around the large groups. Fires sprang up. Laughter and the continual buzz of conversations were loud. A few men walked around with bottles of alcohol, tipping them up to drink healthy doses. Music was loud, vying for space in the air from various campsites. Women began to dance, swaying and laughing as they drank. The sky had darkened, but the first stars were out along with half of a moon. It was perfect.
Ice turned Soleil’s head toward his and kissed her, letting her taste his need. His building lust. The desire running like molten lava through his veins. He slipped his hand inside her tank, feeling her tit. Her nipple. He tugged and pinched, rolled and twisted, all the while walking with her. When he lifted his mouth from hers, he touched his mouth to her ear.
“You’re so fuckin’ sexy, baby. I could do you right here.” He meant it too. Right on the picnic table in the camp three sites out from theirs.
She smiled up at him, her heart in her eyes. “You know you can have me anytime, anywhere, honey.”
His heart pounded so hard he thought it might burst through his chest. His cock echoed the pounding beat. It felt damn good to be alive. He kept her walking, but he didn’t remove his hand from her tank, caressing and kneading that perfect breast. He lifted it free of the lace, amazed at the size and shape of her, exquisitely feminine.
Abruptly he stopped and turned her around to face him, his mouth hungry. He devoured that soft offering and instantly she cradled his head to her and arched her back to give him everything he wanted. He took the offering, sucking hard, flattening her nipple to the roof of his mouth, using the edge of his teeth, delivering little stinging nips to the top of that curve and around the curve to the side.
He lifted his head and grinned at her. “Goin’ to leave some marks on you tonight, princess. You nice and bare for me like I like?” His hand slid between her legs to rub his thumb back and forth over the denim covering her mound. At her nod he continued. “Might write my name on you. Nice little strawberries right across your sweet little pussy.”
He slung his arm around her neck and kept walking, enjoying the way she didn’t put her tit back into her tank but left that round temptation out where anyone looking could see. Not only could they see how perfect it was, they could see his marks of possession all over the soft skin. Sexy as hell. He loved it.
When they reached the firepit closest to their bed, Ice snagged a bottle of whiskey and a place for them to sit by the fire. He positioned her between his legs, facing outward, her back to his chest, her hips wedged between his legs. He took a drink of the whiskey and then held the bottle to her mouth. She drank and then leaned her head back against him. When she did, her breasts jutted upward, so that the one uncovered seemed to glow in the firelight spilling over it.
He reached around her with both hands, pushing the tank down below her tits, freeing them from the bra she had insisted on wearing as they made the trip to the camps. Idly, listening to the music and the talk swirling around them, he caressed both breasts.
“Did you see Pierce?” Storm asked. “He’s here and I heard he was looking for Alena.”
The others looked at one another. Ice stilled inside, but he refused to allow anything to interfere with his enjoyment of the evening—or of his woman. He passed his twin the bottle. Storm took a drink and handed it to Soleil.
She tilted the bottle to her lips and some streamed down over her tits. “Oops. What a mess. I can’t believe I did that.”
Laughing at her ploy, Ice tilted her backward over his arm and bent his head to lick at the whiskey covering her left breast, the one without a single mark. He remedied that immediately, using his mouth, his teeth and tongue. He made certain to get every drop; after all, it would be a sin to waste any.
She was panting and squirming by the time he let her up. The firelight played over her body, exposing the high lift to her breasts and the marks on them. His hands framed them as he joined in the conversations going on around him.
Every now and then, just to keep her aware of him, he tugged and rolled each of her nipples, sometimes elongating them until her breath would catch. He went back to talking. The night wore on and more women shed their clothes. In the next camp, one woman was on her hands and knees with three men taking her at the same time. As entertainment went, it was pretty spectacular. The four were really into it.
One by one, his brothers and sisters drifted away to find their own amusement for the night, leaving him with Soleil. The music grew louder, and the whiskey tasted better. His cock went from aching to hurting. Ice eased his zipper down, freeing himself. He put his lips next to his woman’s ear. “Jeans off now, princess. I’m in the mood to play.”
He caught the hem of her tank and removed it easily. Her bra was next to go. She stood up and began to slowly push the denim from her hips, watching his face the entire time. She was beautiful in the light of the fire. She looked exotic, exactly what he called her—a princess offering her body to her conqueror.
His little exhibitionist. He loved that a part of her liked to be safe, but was turned on by being seen by others. She danced slowly for him, her body sultry as she shed her clothing, the firelight playing over her soft skin. He slid his jeans down his thighs, releasing his hungry monster and the tight balls that seemed to be burning out of control.
“Straddle my lap, princess,” he whispered. “Facing away from me.”
“You’re so hard. I could suck you, Ice. I love the taste of you. The shape and feel of you. You’re always so hot, and the weight of you on my tongue is sexy.” Deliberately, she tempted him, crawling up his legs.
“You’re sexy. I’ll be fucking your mouth, but later. Right now, I’m going to give you something you’re going to love. Do what I tell you.”
Facing away from him, she straddled his thighs. He opened his legs farther, so that her thighs were forced to part wide, and her little pussy glistened in the firelight. She was already wet and slick with her liquid heat. He laid his hand on her belly, stroking caresses over her soft skin, his fingers creeping down to her bare lips to find the hot moisture so he could taste her.
“I love the way you look. All soft skin and tits.” His hand came up under her right breast, sliding back and forth, rubbing and then kneading. “Look at you. So needy.” He took another drink of whiskey and held it to her lips until she drank it down as well.
“Do you feel that burn, baby? It goes all the way down to your little pussy, doesn’t it?” He licked her ear, then bit down on her earlobe. “Lean your head back against my shoulder, but I want you to look around. See if you can find someone watching us. Some man who might have a woman sucking him dry, or maybe he’s all alone, but he needs to watch. He needs to see you just like this. So fuckin’ sexy. Look, baby, tell me what you see.”
His hand moved between her legs, rubbing up and down against her sensitive, already inflamed clit. He pushed something over it, a little button that buzzed ferociously. It was soft at first, that little stimulant, but it began to vibrate faster and harder. She bucked and gasped, her tits swaying with each jolt of her body. He pushed a finger into her tight channel and began to slide it in and out. A deliberate, slow burn.
“Tell me what you see.”
“A man directly across from us in the other camp. He’s got his cock out and he’s masturbating. Watching us. He can’t take his eyes off of us.”
“Anyone else?”
“More than one. But one man is watching while a woman is going down on him just like you said. His face is all flushed now and he’s pumping into her mouth faster.”
“He’s paying more attention to you than to her, isn’t he?” He whispered it in her ear, more like a sinful temptation, leading her down that road while he pushed a second finger into her and turned up the vibe on her clit.
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br /> She gasped and arched.
“Look straight at him. Let him know you’re watching him get off while he’s watching you get off. If he connects, don’t look away. Bring your hands up and play with your nipples the way I do. I want you to be a little rough.”
He kept his voice low, like velvet, giving her the instructions and watching her get off on them. Her body was hot silk, scorching him, her firm cheeks squirming around his cock. He pumped his fingers in and out of her, feeling the tension coiling tighter and tighter.
“Is he watching, baby? He thinks you’re the sexiest woman alive, doesn’t he? He can’t take his eyes off of you, right?” His mouth wandered down the side of her neck, stopping so he could use his teeth on her. He loved how her body sent fresh waves of liquid around his fingers when he bit down on her.
“Yes.” She gasped it.
She was bucking her hips, riding his fingers frantically as he turned up the vibration on her clit. Just before she came, he stopped the clit button and pulled his fingers free, making a show of licking them and then holding them in front of her mouth so she would finish licking them clean. Her hand crept down her belly toward her pussy and he stopped her.
“I have more surprises, for you. You’ll come hard for me, I promise.” He bit her earlobe again and then collected her liquid, the gold he craved. He coated his finger and the small little vibrator he’d brought as a surprise. Once more, he started the clit button on the lowest setting and then shifted her so he could slide his finger between her cheeks.
“Ice.” She panted as he pushed the vibrator into that forbidden little star.
“You’ll love this, baby. I promise you.” Once more he began to bring her up slowly, turning both vibrators up so that ripples moved like waves through her body, until she was nearly undulating with need and a fine sheen made her body glow. He gave her his fingers, three this time.
“Watch him, baby. Is he looking at you? Can he see the strain on your face? That desperate need? That’s what I see. You’re lost in the feeling. Nothing matters, does it, but this. How I make you feel. How your body is desperate for what I can give you. He can watch you. He can want you, but only I have you. Ride my fingers and let him pretend it’s him you’re riding. Let him wonder if my cock is in your ass and you’re riding it while I’m taking you apart. You’re all mine. Every single part of you. Pussy. Mouth. Ass. He knows that now. He wishes it were him.”
He kicked up the vibrators and her body nearly seized as she came apart. She cried out, oblivious to anything around them, only feeling the orgasm tearing through her. It roared through her body, spreading like a wildfire out of control. Those tiny beads of sweat made her body glisten in the firelight. She was beautiful, her lips parted in a shocked O and her eyes wild and dazed. Her body shook over and over, one orgasm swelling into another as he relentlessly kicked the vibrators to high and pumped harder with his fingers. She screamed. Her head thrashed. Her hips went wild, and her sheath gripped his fingers like a vise.
Ice looked up and unerringly found the man watching his woman thrashing in the ecstasy he’d given her. The stranger was emptying himself down a woman’s throat, but his eyes never left Soleil’s body. Deliberately, Ice pulled his fingers free, sucked them dry and then cupped her breast, his thumb strumming. She was his. She was beautiful. And he was so fucking hard he was going to shatter.
He turned off the vibes, to give her clit some rest, but he vowed he’d spend a night teasing her. Leaving them in her, he shoved the whiskey bottle into her hand, rose abruptly, lifting her into his arms, and carried her to their bed. It was all laid out under the stars, just a few feet from two other firepits. They were caught in the middle, just the way he liked.
She rolled off him as he sank on top of the double sleeping bag and began to yank off his boots so he could remove his clothes. “Need your mouth on me, baby. Hurry.”
She crawled back to him, looking for all the world like a wild temptress, and he shoved a rolled-up blanket under her hips to push her ass into the air. He liked looking at her tits and ass when she took him in her mouth. She had a shape that appealed to everything in him. He could watch the shadows playing over her cheeks and he could just see the end of that little vibrator right where he’d put it.
Soleil kissed his belly and then licked up his shaft. He let out a long sigh of pure pleasure and reached down to turn her, positioning her the way he wanted her, adjusting the pillow to lift her ass, those perfect tempting cheeks. He rubbed the closest one to him.
“Get to work, baby.” He turned on the vibrator between her cheeks and she jumped.
He smacked her ass, his hand coming down hard. She lifted her head and glared at him.
“Mouth on me, baby. You love it. You think I don’t feel you getting all slick against my thigh? It’s your fucking favorite thing. If you don’t start, I’m going to yank you up to your knees and then I’m going to be in control. You might not like it as well as this.”
He was beginning to feel desperate. His cock throbbed. Burned. Pulsed with urgency. All he could think about was the fire in her mouth. That tight throat. The way her brown eyes looked up at him as if he were the only man in the world and she worshipped at his feet.
She touched the tip of her tongue to the head of his cock, teasing him as she brushed it back and forth. He smacked her hard again, bunched her hair in his fist and stood, pulling on her hair so that she had to rise to her knees to avoid a painful scalp.
He caught her jaw and forced her mouth open when she would have laughed. Her eyes laughed even when he pushed his aching, painful erection halfway to her throat. He was wide and stretched her lips. Usually she got used to the size of him but he didn’t let her, pulling back and pushing forward. The sensations were unlike anything he’d felt. So good. So fucking good. Her mouth was scorching hot, silken fire, surrounding him, sucking at him while that wicked tongue danced and flicked and fluttered until his brain wanted to explode.
He’d almost forgotten he had the control for the vibrators in his other hand. “That’s right, princess, take me down. It feels so good. That mouth of yours is pure gold. Harder. Suck harder.”
Feeling eyes on him, he glanced around. He was used to runs. Used to parties. Used to others watching when he had sex. It never bothered him. In fact, it simply turned him on more. He knew the exact moment he spotted the man Soleil had connected with. He couldn’t take his eyes from her and was mirroring everything Ice was doing.
“The man still can’t stop looking at you, baby, but you’re all mine. You only look at me. You understand me, Soleil? You only look at me.” He wanted her eyes. She belonged to Ice all the way. “You’re my wife. My woman. You get on your knees for only one fuckin’ man.”
He pushed a little deeper, and when she tried to put her hand on the base of his cock, he shoved it away, but he did turn up the vibrators to the next speed. She gasped and he took advantage, pushing deeper, holding himself there in that tight paradise while she looked up at him helplessly, liquid swimming in her eyes while he pulsed in her mouth. While his heart beat in her mouth. It took effort to give her air. The feeling was that good.
He pushed deep again while her hips began to move urgently back and forth, desperate to fill the emptiness. He smirked down at her. “Do you need my cock again, baby? You feel empty and you need me to fuck you until you can’t breathe? You can’t think?”
While he asked her, he pumped in and out of her mouth, until he finished his query and shoved deep, nearly choking her. She took him though, relaxing into his thrust, letting him push far past her comfort zone. He didn’t kick up the vibrators to high. He didn’t want her to come. He wanted her desperate. Begging him.
He gave her a wicked smile, holding himself right there in that paradise, his cock caught in that vise, squeezing him until he felt his seed want to rise like boiling magma. Immediately he withdrew and pointed to the sleeping bag. She
dropped to her hands and knees.
“Hurry, Ice. You have to hurry.” She panted the words.
He turned her around, so the firelight played across her firm little ass. He loved seeing the vibrator between her cheeks and he pulled it in and out as if he were fucking her with it. She gasped and pushed back into him.
“Such a needy girl.”
He gave her a couple of swats, hard enough to drive her forward just a bit. Her breasts swung with every movement, an enticing, erotic sight when the firelight touched her, caressing her nipples and highlighting the rounded curves.
He knelt behind her and used his fingers to coat her liquid between her cheeks and over his cock. She didn’t protest. She didn’t do anything but pant with lust. He leaned forward, bit her perfect little ass, kicked up the vibrator covering her clit and the other pushed deep into the star, and then he thrust into her sweet little pussy almost at the same moment.
Soleil let out a wail as he caught at her hips and pulled her into his plunging hips. He set a ferocious rhythm, hard, deep, and fast. Fire streaked from her body up his, the flames rolling in his belly, his chest, roaring for more and igniting his brain. He was lost in the fiery sensations, unable to process anything else. His entire being was centered on her body. In her. The way they came together.
“So good,” he whispered, chanting it. “So fucking good, baby.”
He never wanted it to end. She was squeezing him. Milking him. A silken, scorching-hot tunnel so tight that each movement sent the friction up another notch. He wasn’t certain he could survive, but it was the perfect way to go out. He was climbing higher and higher. Everything was perfection. Her body gleamed there in the firelight, with the shadows adding to the beauty of her form. Her body gripped his. The swing of her breasts with every hard jolt, her smooth ass cheeks and the sight of the vibrator he’d slid between those perfect cheeks added to the rushing fire burning through him. Everything came together in complete perfection.
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