by Tina Donahue
Because he didn’t and wouldn’t made him even sexier.
His mouth and tongue explored rather than abused, igniting a fire within her she couldn’t contain. A primitive side she didn’t know she owned. She pulled free from his kiss. “Fuck me. Right here and now. Next to the fire.”
Surprise lit his features, but he snatched her burger and tossed it in the cooler along with their other food, then held her around the waist and stood. “Not on the ground.”
“I don’t give a crap about the dirt. Okay, I do. We can lie on our clothes.”
He grasped her wrist, stopping her from pulling off his flannel shirt, his touch steel, eyes resolute. “Stay here. I’ll be right back. Don’t touch anything.”
She gripped his sleeve before he could get too far. “Where are you going?”
“My Jeep.”
“I’ll be stripped by the time you get back.”
“No, you won’t.” He cupped her chin, his face hard. “That’s my job.” He swatted her ass, grabbed a lantern, and left.
The brief sting from his palm wasn’t enough. Driven to be bad, she removed her sneakers, slipped off her jeans and thong, then put her shoes back on.
She willed Tav to return. Come on, come on, come on. The evening breeze touched her damp pussy, making it feel emptier than it was, hurting for his cock.
He returned, a rolled-up sleeping bag beneath his arm, a toolbox in hand.
Her cunt pulsed, and her curiosity rose as to what devices the box contained.
Upon seeing her, he lowered his stuff, his gaze riveted to her naked thighs and curls.
The bulge between his legs thickened, reproach on his face.
Their games had commenced.
Her heart fluttered.
In two strides, he’d reached her and clutched her wrist. “What did I say about undressing?”
She lifted her face to his. “I don’t know.” She arched one eyebrow, flaunting her defiance. “I wasn’t listening.”
Air spilled from him. He breathed harder, his mood inflamed. “You should have.” He sank to a chair, yanked her over his knee, and spanked her hard.
Her yowl mingled with the cracks. She reached back, trying to cover her ass.
He shoved her hand aside then held her wrist, giving her no protection against his discipline.
Loving this, she yielded, allowing him to run the show.
Panting, he wound down and cupped her burning cheeks, squeezing them, a reminder as to his male power.
Nothing could have been better, her pussy congested and growing damper for him.
Once he’d helped her to stand, she swayed unsteadily.
He planted her hands on the chair back, ran his fingers up the furrow between her spanked cheeks, and left her wanting as he unrolled the sleeping bag, The thing proved large enough for two, a blanket already inside. After smoothing it out, he opened his toolbox, removing a wooden stake and hammer.
Weapons against a vampire, or an animal he failed to tell her about.
Although the items he held could be lethal to dangerous creatures, long-range pepper spray would have allowed a safer distance.
Bent at the waist, she rested her arms on the chair, the fire warming her ass. “What are you going to do with that?”
He glanced up. “Did I say you could speak? Would you like another spanking?”
Absolutely. However, she preferred his cock inside her first. She made a show of locking her lips and throwing away the key.
Looking every inch the authoritarian, he pounded the stake into the ground several inches past the sleeping bag. Finished, he returned the hammer to the toolbox and pulled out handcuffs. “Come here.”
Her pulse sprinted. She obeyed.
He shoved the cuffs into his pocket and stripped her to skin, the fire and arousal keeping her toastier than she would have guessed, perspiration clinging to her neck and back.
“Arms out, wrists together.”
She complied.
He snapped on the cuffs and lowered her to the sleeping bag. The second she was on her back, he positioned her cuffed wrists on the other side of the stake, keeping her from lifting her arms or leaving.
Lust coiled within her, settling between her legs.
He observed her as a marauder might, his beard and tousled hair resembling a pirate or Viking, this setting similar to what virginal maidens faced when pillagers reached their shores.
Bree’s cunt quivered, hungry for him.
He undressed hurriedly, tossing his clothes atop hers, his cock thick and erect, balls firm, as large as plums. In the firelight, his golden skin took on a bronze cast, his chest hair enhancing his ruggedness, making him animalistic, a male who couldn’t be tamed.
After pulling a foil packet from his jeans, he sheathed himself, his gaze boring into hers, his manner unyielding. Tonight, he’d have his enjoyment, taking her as they both desired.
On his knees, he spread her legs, positioning her feet wildly apart the soles on the blanket, opening her body to his, her pussy defenseless.
Breathing came hard, thinking impossible, his gaze and touch stealing everything except pleasure.
On an assured thrust, he entered her, driving deep, his curls meeting hers.
Filled, she panted.
He angled his mouth over hers, his tongue spearing inside, lean hips pumping.
The fire crackled, leaves rustled, fabric swished beneath them.
Trapped and submissive, she followed his lead, accepting what he offered, relinquishing control she’d held onto for too long.
It felt good to lose herself to him, not caring what tomorrow or the next days would bring. Instead, living a fantasy that couldn’t last. If she’d been a different person, she would have wanted more. Unable to change the past, or who she was, she delighted in these fleeting moments.
His kiss intensified and he stroked her nub.
Pleasure jolted through her, the feeling restive, demanding everything.
Giving it, he rubbed her clit and thrust quick and hard, making the world go away, leaving nothing except them. Her willingly trapped in his strong embrace, him using her greedily, his selfishness heightening the enjoyment. This evening, she craved a male animal who distained civilized niceties. A man who’d take what he willed, offering no apologies or regret.
Satisfying her completely.
He fucked her well, his thrusts single-minded and ruthless, never stopping, simply increasing in speed and power.
Release crashed into her, flinging her past the stars and moon to a place where contentment reigned, her pussy contracting forcefully around his cock.
Tav pulled his mouth free and grunted, eyes wild, teeth clenched, body shuddering. His climax arriving.
Still, he held back rather than howling like a banshee.
More noises rose from him, each subdued.
The darkened surroundings looked quickly foreboding, shadowed bushes hiding something deadly inside. She kept her voice low. “Are you afraid of alerting animals?”
His head fell forward, perspiration dripping from his nose and landing between her breasts. He licked it away and heaved air. “Huh?”
“You were so quiet during your climax. Why?”
He swallowed. “Couldn’t get enough air.”
Like now. He struggled to keep his torso and face lifted, his biceps bulging, ropey veins snaking down his arms. She cradled his face. “It’s okay if you relax. Rest your head between my boobs until you’re ready to go again.”
“I am now.” He pushed his groin against her cunt.
His spent cock lay dead within her, his shoulders shaking from trying to support himself. She couldn’t stand his suffering and used her softest voice. “If you don’t mind, I’d like to wait to do this again until I’m ready for seconds.”
“You’re sure?” He yawned. “I can do you right this minute.”
“Give me a chance to catch my breath.”
“Okay.” He sank to her but didn’t release his ful
l weight. “Take all the time you want.”
The old Tav was back, unpretentious and giving. She adored that too. He afforded safety she’d seldom experienced in life—especially out here. Hours ago, she’d dreaded taking this trip. If not for hurting his feelings, she would have reneged and was glad she hadn’t. He was right. She shouldn’t dismiss something she’d never tried.
Tranquil and sluggish, she counted stars, reaching a hundred-and-fifty-seven before she wished on the brightest ones, asking for time to stop so she could extend this evening then travel back to the one she’d spent with Lucius.
A stupid thing to beg for, since her daydreams squandered the paltry moments she and Tav had together, more slipping away with each second.
Encouraging him to sleep hadn’t been her brightest move.
“Hey.” She kept her voice low should any critters be lurking close, prepared to pounce at an unexpected noise. “I’m ready for another go.”
He stirred, rubbing his cheek against her chest then stilled, out again.
As best she could, she arched her back to encourage him to awaken. He didn’t and she couldn’t strain any more than she had. Winded, she tried to squirm. His size wouldn’t allow it. Finally, she hit her heel against his calf.
He jerked, looked up, and blinked rapidly. “What?”
Don’t sleep on me and waste the night we have. Unwilling to be truthful, she smiled. “Ready to start again?”
His lids slipped down, his face dipping too.
Fuck. “Want to move into the tent and pull out our stash?”
A frown creased his forehead. “You brought weed?”
“No.” If sex and having one beer did this to him, a reefer would have knocked him out cold. “I’m talking about O and the other books. Porn on our smartphones.”
“Those babes can’t compare to you.” He snuggled close, his mouth near her nipple, tongue circling it.
Felt good, until his licks grew lethargic.
She had to be honest. Sort of. “I’m uncomfortable.”
An adrenaline shot couldn’t have roused him faster. He pulled his cock from her cunt, leaned over her, and freed the cuffs from the stake. “Better?”
“Yeah.” Once he edged back, she pushed her still shackled wrists at him.
He kissed them, then sank to her side and pressed his length to hers.
She didn’t know if he was being deliberately obtuse or playing, so she gripped his hair and tugged.
“Jeezus.” He grabbed her hands. “What are you doing?”
“Waiting.” She presented the cuffs again.
After brushing dirt from the metal, he lifted his weary cock. It sagged over his hand. “Sorry, babe, I spoke too soon before. I need a few minutes.”
She offered a sympathetic smile. “While we’re waiting, you can unlock these.” She shook her bound wrists.
“Nope. They stay.” He rolled to his other side.
She followed, more awkward than graceful and leaned over him. “You intend to restrain me the entire time we’re here?”
“Yep.” He patted her arm. “This way you can’t fuck anything up.”
“You’re right.” She sat on her heels. “That would include touching you wherever I want, playing with your balls while I’m also stroking your butt, and exploring between your ass cheeks, and—”
“Hang tight. I’m getting the key now.” He crawled across the ground to reach his jeans.
Since he was barefoot, walking wouldn’t have been much better.
Having found the key, he lifted it, but stayed put. “Satisfied?”
He was playing with her. “You bet. Silly me, I thought you wanted me fondling you every-damn-where. Woman-handling your best parts until you collapsed, a grin plastered on your face. Guess I was wrong.” She settled on her stomach, cuffed hands beneath her, and played dead.
On the way back, he poured on the steam then dropped to his knees at her side. “Are we fighting?”
She turned her face to his. “Do you want to?”
“Nope. I hate confrontation.” He fell back on his ass, knees drawn up, arms resting on them. Giving her a great view of the sexy package between his legs.
The musky scent beckoned her. “Me too. I say make love not war.”
“There’s a plan.” He patted her ass. “Roll over and I’ll free you.”
“Not too much.”
His pleased grin enhanced his pleasant features, not ultra-rugged like Daniel Craig’s or close to pretty, similar to Matt Bomer. Simply Tav. One of a kind. “Never.”
Sounded good until their stay here ended and they resumed their lives, each going a different way. She pressed her forehead to the blanket, not wanting him to see her regret since they wouldn’t last.
“Change your mind?”
“No. I had a crick in my neck.”
“Want me to massage it?”
“It’s almost gone.” Spending time with him and the other guys was making her an excellent liar. “There.” She rotated her shoulder. “No more pain.”
“If you say so.”
She’d forgotten he could see into her soul. Pretending he couldn’t, she rolled over and extended her arms.
He kissed her wrists before removing the restraints then tapped the key against his leg. “Still want to go inside the tent?”
“The bed’s softer.”
“For sleeping. And here I thought you wanted me awake. Isn’t that why you tried to lift me off you, then kicked my leg?”
He’d been faking slumber all along. “Quit playing with me.” She slapped his calf.
He grabbed her arm and pulled her into him, her back to his front, his mouth on her ear. “Sure you want that?” He cupped her boobs.
Not having his touch would kill her. If they’d been a couple, she would have appreciated how he saw truth on her face and delved deeply into her mind and soul. Since they were friends who would soon part, she needed her secrets. “I don’t know.”
“Want to find out?”
She scooted around to face him, their mouths meeting, her tongue gliding past his lips. They necked shamelessly beneath the starry sky, her injured heart confused as to whether it should allow more damage or concentrate on healing.
Scared to give herself too fully, she pulled away, brushed an imaginary insect from her arm, and shivered. “Let’s go inside. There are too many bugs out here.”
Tav regarded her closely but nodded.
She was halfway to the tent before noticing he hadn’t followed. On one knee, he packed their food and collected beer bottles, placing them and his used condom in a trash bag. After slapping his hands together, he padded to the fire.
She joined him. “What are you doing?”
“Putting out the blaze.”
“Why not let it burn out on its own?”
“If the wind picks up and a spark reaches the vegetation while we’re in the tent or I’m asleep, things could get ugly fast.”
Damn, she was a dunce. She should have known what any kindergartener probably did. “Can I help?”
“Nope. I’m good.” He kissed her. “Wait for me in the tent.”
“You don’t have to treat me like a princess.” Right down to when she needed to use the public facilities. He’d walked her there, checked inside for bugs or venomous animals, then waited outside until she finished. “I can work with my hands.”
He laughed. “I know. Your fingers are magic on me.”
For once, she wanted to be serious. “If you don’t mind, I’d rather wait out here with you.”
He lifted his face, joy in his eyes. “Happy to have the company.”
After he doused the fire and made sure it wouldn’t reignite on its own, he gathered the cooler and microwave. “I’ll come back for the sleeping bag.”
“I have it. I’ll get our clothes too.”
She dropped their things onto the bag then rolled it into a sloppy cylinder. Holding it to her chest, she negotiated her way to the tent, avoiding embedded rocks a
nd other debris, the lantern swinging on each step and hitting her mound.
What did another bruise matter? She wanted to help.
Inside, she sank exhausted to the mattress, the sleeping bag falling to the floor.
Tav put it and her lantern aside, then hunkered down, unlaced her sneakers, and inspected her feet.
“Looking for something?”
“Blisters. You don’t have any.” He kissed her sole. “That’s good.”
More like remarkable considering the heels she usually wore. “Ready for a bedtime story?”
“Not without refreshments.” He placed chocolate and the plastic containers on the bed, along with two beers then handed her the backpack.
She pulled out Story of O, the Rosetta Stone, and a portable DVD player. “On baise ensemble.”
He sat next to her. “Say what?”
“We’re fucking set. I googled the term before you picked me up so I could impress you.”
“You did.” He settled his hand between her thighs, his thumb on her clit. “I’d say we’re definitely ready to roll.”
If he kept stroking her where he was, they’d be roaring toward another climax. Before she slipped the first DVD into the player, they forgot their French lesson, poor O, and anything other than delighting each other.
Throughout the evening, they gave the bed a good workout.
For breakfast, Tav nuked the remaining burgers, scrambled a dry egg mix in a pan over the fire, and opened a new bottle of apple juice. As she ate on his lap, the rising sun washed them in its light.
The campground appeared less haunting this morning, though not as pristine as a cartoon forest, everything in its place and Technicolor bright. Bugs marched past the fire to swarm on something dead. Ew. It must have perished last night as she and Tav slept, otherwise she would have stepped on it. Shuddering, she glanced away.
Tav ate heartily.
She finished her burger and two more, leaving him the eggs.
He took them. “No good? I didn’t add enough powdered milk?”
