by Lexy Timms
“I bet that tasted so good.”
“You have no idea,” I said mindlessly.
“Could we catch one now?” she asked.
I looked down into her eyes and took a second to marvel at the expansive forest hidden in her gaze.
“Please?”
“Now how could I deny such a beautiful plea like that?” I asked, with a chuckle. “But we don’t have a net, so we’ll have to use our hands. Which is a completely different technique.”
“That’s fine with me,” she said. “What do we need?”
I took my shirt off my back and watched her eyes wander over my form. I loved it when she did that. Eyed me down like a piece of meat she wanted to devour with her lips. I never could understand why men hated that. Why men didn’t enjoy being stalked by a beautiful woman until she had her hands on him. I scooted myself behind Michelle and held my shirt out for her, then I hunched over her and felt her hunch along with my body.
“Okay. Since we know where the entrance is, there are two things we have to do. We have to cover the hole with my shirt and we have to have a force that sends them in that direction,” I said.
“Okay. Am I covering the hole?” Michelle asked.
“Yes. Hold my shirt at both ends like that—that’s right. Like that. Then dip it into the water and leave a little lax in the middle so they can pile up.”
“Shouldn’t we plug the other end or something?”
“I’m going to force some water with my hand into the other opening to their hideout, and it’ll force them out into my shirt. But you have to make sure they don’t slide out of the side. They’re almost impossible to catch once they’re loose in the water.”
“Got it. Plug the sides, lax in the middle,” she said.
“Here, let me help you get it into the water without disturbing them.”
I slid my hands down her arms and felt her hold back a shiver. My hips pressed into her rounded ass while we dipped our hands underneath the water. We moved at a snail’s pace, trying not to disturb them as we got my shirt situated. I was so close I could lay my lips across the nape of her neck. Tease her and please her until she was cumming against my body.
But instead, I leaned over her and reached my arm out, steadying it at the back exit to the small cave.
“Ready?” I asked.
“Ready,” Michelle said.
I drew my hand back and pressed water into the hole and suddenly the world was filled with Michelle’s giggles. I gave one more puff of water before I pulled my hand back, watching as some of the crayfish escaped through the exit anyway. I looked over at Michelle as she slipped around on the rock, and I quickly got back behind her and held her hips steady. The bubble of my shirt was massive, so I reached down and helped her to get it out of the water.
There had to have been fifteen or twenty crayfish in that fucking thing.
“We did it!” she exclaimed. “They’re a lot bigger than I thought they would be.”
We raised my shirt out of the water, allowing it to pour over the sides. I reached in and grabbed one of them, then held it up so Michelle could get a good look at it. Her eyes danced around it as if she had never seen one before, and it was in that moment that I understood why she was so eager to learn.
Because she hadn’t ever experienced something like this before.
It made me wonder what her childhood had been like.
“Oh my gosh!”
Suddenly, my shirt dropped into the river and Michelle went stumbling forward. I dropped the crayfish I was holding and reached out for her, but not soon enough. She went tumbling into the river with her eyes wide and her body swept under by the current.
Reaching under, I fisted her shirt before quickly pulling her to the surface.
I expected her to be upset. Scared. Angry, even. But instead, she busted out in a fit of laughter as I helped her back onto her feet. She dripped with water from head to toe and her clothes were clinging to her. Her hair spilled down her back and her skin glistened with trails of water that ran down the beautiful curves of her body.
“It clicked at me!” she exclaimed.
“What?” I asked.
“It’s claws,” she said, as she brought her hand to her mouth. “It clicked at me.”
I joined her in her laughter before her eyes connected with mine.
“Well, if I’m all wet—”
“No. Don’t.”
“I mean, you already lost your shirt,” she said.
I looked back and watched it drift downstream before I felt a charge of cold water hit my back.
“Might as well join the company,” Michelle said.
“Oh, you’re going to pay for that.”
I hopped into the water and began splashing her with monstrous waves. I was a professional at creating the biggest splashes anyone had ever seen. She kicked and splashed at me, soaking me the way I soaked her. My jeans clung to my body and my hair dripped into my vision. Water got into my eyes and up my nose and just about everywhere else water didn’t need to be. Michelle’s laughter warmed my soul and the laughter falling from my mouth helped me to feel at ease.
Lighter on my feet.
Like all was right with the world.
“Okay. Okay. I can’t. I’m so tired. Hold on.”
Michelle bent over, gasping for air as I stopped my assault.
“Ready to call it quits?” I asked, with a grin.
“You have an advantage. With those—muscles,” she said.
Her fingers fluttered around in the air as I walked over to her.
“Come on. Let’s get out,” I said.
We clamored out of the river and headed back into the sunshine. And the second the sun hit her, I saw so much of her beautiful body. Her lacy bra shone through her light-colored top that clung to her body. Every edge and curve of her ass and legs called to me as her pants tightened around her form. But the second she turned around to face me in the middle of the meadow, my eyes dropped to her chest.
And the slightest hint of dusky nipple was seen through her pathetic excuse for a bra.
I lost my mind. All rational thought flew out the window the second I saw it. I strode towards her, taking her against my shirtless body and holding her close to me. She gasped, her hands falling against my skin. Feeling me pulse for her as I gazed into her sparkling eyes.
“Gray,” she said.
“Michelle.”
Her eyes fell to my lips, and it was all the approval I needed.
I pulled her up to me, lifting her to her toes as my lips encompassed hers. She melted into me, pressing herself deeper into the strength of my form. I reveled in it. In her immediate reaction towards me. I felt her need pulsing her to life. I felt her legs moving to become even closer to me.
She was too beautiful, and too full of life, and too decadent to pass up. She was the perfect dessert. The perfect ending to our lunch. The perfect person to share this perfect moment with.
My tongue swiped along the roof of her mouth as her arms wrapped around my neck. I fisted her hips, drawing her closer as my cock sprang to life. I hoisted her off the ground and felt her wrap her legs around me. The heat from her pussy poured onto my naked skin as she rose up, tilting my head back to taste even more of my lips.
I sank to my knees in the soft grass before lying her back, watching as the sunlight shimmered along her soaked skin.
“Michelle,” I said with a whisper.
“Don’t hold back,” she said. “Don’t you dare.”
Chapter 10
Michelle
I didn’t know where it had come from and I wasn’t sure I wanted to take it back. And watching Gray’s eyes darken only heightened my lust for him. He slowly approached my body, settling his wet skin against mine. His hand slid through my hair before his thumb swiped across my forehead, then his lips fell to my neck.
He rid me of my clothes with every inch he devoured. My wet shirt got peeled from my body and my bra got tossed to the side. I laid back a
nd basked in the sun as his tongue swirled along my nipples. Pulling them to painful peaks as he sucked on them salaciously. I couldn’t believe I was letting him taste me like that. Letting him take me like that outside underneath the clear blue sky while the whole of nature watched us. But it felt so good. And it felt so right.
And I didn’t want to stop him.
He kissed down my stomach, nipping and sucking at areas that made me jump. I squirmed underneath him, moaning and giggling as the mixture of electricity and fire fought with one another. My toes curled as he moved his way down my form. He ripped my pants off, taking my panties with him. My naked body lay against the soft grass of the meadow. My nostrils filled with the sweet scent of trees, fresh air and wild flowers. Gray’s hands fisted my hips. Massaged my thighs. Nuzzled his nose against my pussy. I wanted him. Needed him in ways I couldn’t explain. I knew I was damned from the second he took his shirt off. I knew I was done for, the second he smoothed his hands down my arms.
“Tell me what you want,” Gray said.
I rose up and found his eyes peeking up from beyond my pussy.
“I want to feel your tongue,” I said.
“Where?” he asked.
He pressed a kiss to my folds that made my legs jolt.
“Inside of me,” I said, with a whisper.
His tongue plunged into my depths and I fell back into the thick grass. My hands fisted his hair and my legs parted as wide as I could get them. His arms wrapped around my thighs, drawing me closer as I bucked against his lips. He lapped up my slit and swirled around my clit, flicking it and sucking it until I was a shaking, whimpering mess underneath the sun. The water on my skin dried and sweat took its place. I panted and cried out, listening to my shouts of pleasure echo among the trees of the forest that surrounded us. There wasn’t a person in the world who could hear us. See us. Watch us as Grayson devoured me. He lifted my hips and brought me even closer to feast upon and my thighs clamped around his cheeks.
“That’s it. Right there. Right there. Don’t stop. Don’t stop. Grayson! Don’t stop! Please!”
He hummed his appreciation into my body and that was all the encouragement I needed. I fell over the edge, shaking against the ground as his tongue pressed into my clit. He raked it back and forth. Side to side. Playing me like the game he knew me to be. My toes curled and my thighs locked up. My fingers scraped along his scalp until I could no longer keep my arms out.
I fell into the grass, panting and sweating as Gray cleaned my pussy with his tongue.
“So tasty,” he said. “So beautiful. You have no idea what you do to me, Michelle.”
All I could answer him with was a hoarse whimper, but I knew exactly what I did to him.
Because he did the exact same thing to me.
I felt him gather me in his arms before pulling me upright. The earth spun and the world tilted as my head came crashing down onto his shoulder. He sat up in the middle of the field and held into my ass, pulling me into his cock as it throbbed against my stomach. I slid my legs underneath me, planting my knees into the soft ground below us. I rose up just enough for his cock to slide to my entrance, then I sank down and heard him groan into my ear.
“Oh, Michelle,” he said. “Shit.”
I dug my fingers into the meat of his back, feeling his muscles twitch as he began to move.
We rolled against one another as his arms cloaked me. His cock sank into me and I felt whole again. Alive again. Cared for again, like I had in his arms before. I found my strength and rose up onto my knees, sliding up and down his girth as he pulsed with delight. He thickened inside of me. Stroked my body in ways only he could. I kissed his neck. Lapped at the indentation in his collarbone. Even nibbled on his earlobe. He cloaked me in his strong grip as he fell back into the grass, and immediately he gripped my hips.
“Fall into me, Michelle. Let go,” he said.
I collapsed against his body, but he held my hips out. And soon, my body jostled with his thrusts. He pounded up into me as I moaned into his neck, fisting the ground and the dirt as he took me with all his might. I shivered. Quaked. Electricity robbed me of all conscious thought as the animal within him unleashed. He grunted and groaned. His sweat permeated his body and slipped along my skin.
“Oh shit, Gray. Oh my gosh. You feel—it’s so—I just—”
Skin slapping skin echoed across the meadow as we covered the forest in our scent. I rose my head up just enough to allow my lips to fall to his. Our tongues battled and I tasted his wine on the tip of his tongue. I felt my end approaching quicker than I would have ever expected, and I was helpless to fend it off. My pussy rippled around his cock, pulling him deeper as my arousal dripped down his balls. I whimpered into his lips. I committed every single detail to memory. His movements stuttered and my back arched, my dirty hands planted onto his chest.
“Michelle. Yes. Shit. I’m cumming. I’m cumming. I’m cum—”
I threw my head back as my jaw unhinged, my face staring up into the sky. His cock exploded inside of me as I spiraled out of control. I shivered so heavily my muscles locked up. The pleasure that coursed through my veins tunneled my vision. The sun dimmed and the sky darkened and my entire body jerked on top of his.
I collapsed on top of him as lightheadedness took over, and soon we were cuddling in the grass while the scent of our sex swirled around our heads.
“The clouds are beautiful today,” Gray said.
My eyes fluttered open as his arm tightened around my waist.
“Mmm, that one looks like an angel,” I said.
“Which one?”
“That one,” I said, as I pointed lazily. “Reminds me of Anton’s tattoo.”
“What tattoo?”
I shifted in Gray’s arms and tilted my head to look up at him.
“The one on his chest. Over his heart? Don’t you remember it?” I asked.
“I’d never seen a tattoo on Anton,” Gray said.
“Oh. Well, it was this black tattoo in the shape of an angel. It had Russian lettering around it as well. It looked kind of like the shape of the cloud above us.”
I watched his eyes drift up to the sky, but I also watched his gaze fuzz over.
“Gray?” I asked.
“Hmm?”
“Are you okay?”
“I’m fine.”
“Are you sure?”
“Just didn’t know the old man had a tattoo. Maybe I didn’t know him as well as I thought.”
“You knew him better than anyone,” I said.
“And yet, I really didn’t. The tattoo. The fortune. All the properties he owned. I knew none of this about him. It makes me wonder if I ever knew the man at all.”
“Don’t say that, Gray. Anton loved you.”
“I’m not doubting that. I’m simply doubting the man I knew.”
Gray never did bring his eyes back to mine. In fact, he seemed to pull farther and farther away. Even as I settled my naked body against him and drew faceless pictures on his stomach, he didn’t speak unless I spoke first. He turned inward on himself. Kept his tongue quiet and his thoughts private. I knew I would say something to ruin the moment. Something to destroy it.
I always did.
My body began to itch, so I stood up and collected my clothes. I slipped the fabric over my body and grimaced at how cold it was. Such a contrast to Gray’s warm body. I dug the dirt and grass from underneath my fingernails as I slowly walked towards the blanket. We needed to pack things up so I could get back. I needed a shower. I also needed to rest before my next shift at the diner. Brad had given me a good chastising over the soda debacle, but I hadn’t lost my job yet. I was determined to prove myself an asset to the place so I could get a decent reference out of the place when I decided to leave.
Leave.
Grayson was temporary.
I had to keep reminding myself of that.
After digging the dirt out from my nails, I bent over and started packing up the picnic basket. And soon, Gray
joined me. Wet shirt and all. I guessed he went to fish it out of the creek or something. He folded up the blanket while I held the picnic basket, then we silently started toward his convertible. Not a word was spoken as he drove out of the forest and back onto the main road into Stillsville, and I chastised myself.
I shouldn’t have opened my damn mouth.
The sex had been amazing. The connection had been palpable. And even our time before our encounter was filled with smiles and good moments. Beautiful memories that could carry me for a long time. But the tension that zipped between us as we rode silently into town wasn’t the same. It was angry. Sorrowful. Forlorn.
If I didn’t know any better, I’d almost say it was regretful.
I peeked over at Gray from time to time and found him lost in his own thoughts. Only partially paying attention to the road as we soared into town. Did not knowing about a tattoo really bother him that badly? I mean, Gray and Anton were more alike than he realized. He kept his wealth hidden from me. Possibly from the entire town, judging by the way they treated him sometimes. But just because Anton hid that didn’t mean he wasn’t the man Gray loved.
Something else was going on. I just didn’t feel it was my place to ask.
My place.
What was my place with Gray?
He was pulling away, and I knew it was for the best. I didn’t know what his mood was, but whatever was running through his mind was more important than getting me back to the motel. I didn’t want to force him to let me in on his thoughts. I wanted him to do that organically. Naturally. I wanted him to trust me with them instead of me trying to dig them out from the depths of his mind. And if he didn’t want to offer up his thoughts, then there was nothing I could do about it.
Yet another sign that convinced me this was only temporary.
“Stop right here,” I said.
Gray was on autopilot and headed straight for Anton’s.
“Sorry. Where am I taking you?” he asked.
“Right here,” I said, as I opened the door.
“Seriously, Michelle. Get in. Where am I taking you?”
