by Kaliana Cole
Emma laughed at his threat. “Any lower and you would be a blubbering mess on the ground.” She slid her hand from his and slipped it into his back pocket, squeezing his ass as her hip nudged his thigh. “I wouldn’t do that to you, Zach. Well, not without really good provocation,” she clarified. “Just remember that if you decide to do anything to piss me right off.”
She shivered as they stepped into the relative coolness of the cave’s entrance. Zach dropped the pack to the ground and took off the unbuttoned long sleeve shirt he was wearing over a tight gray T-shirt. “Here, put this on.”
He loved the way her eyes swept over his chest with appreciation before thanking him. And the way her nipples strained against the material of both dress and bra as they pebbled from the cold. He knew she was wearing a bra, but the panty question was still up in the air. She wasn’t a no-panty type of girl. Perhaps a thong?
He bit his lip at the thought of seeing a scrap of material disappearing between the globes of that fine ass. He didn’t need the amused shake of her head to let him know that thought showed through loud and clear. He picked up the pack and reclaimed her hand, knowing that she would be pissed if she knew just how small and delicate her hand felt in his grip, and just how much he liked that.
Looking at the cathedral-sized ceiling of the cave conveniently hid his expression from her until he was able to school his features. She was just too damn perceptive. She led him from one sign to the next, reading about the geology of limestone caves and the different formations they would see. He was happy to follow. He must have been through here countless times from the time he was a child of ten, but her excitement made it all seem new.
The outer cavern was not very spectacular. Stained with smoke from a millennia of being used as a human shelter, the limestone was discolored and tired looking. Zach was pleased when Emma finished her perusal. He led her to the handrail-sided steps that led into the cave proper. Away from prying eyes she only curled her lips when his hand slid to caress her ass on the way up the dozen steps, and he knew he wasn’t imagining the extra swoosh she put into her step.
He tapped her ass lightly. “Hussy.”
“I thought being a slut was a prerequisite for having a relationship with three men.” Her teasing tone tempered the gall that rose at her remark.
He stopped her on the step above, turning her to face him, claiming both hands. “Don’t you ever call yourself that. You are a special woman who has found room in her life for us. If you were a slut, honey, we would have nailed you and moved on the first week you moved to the Springs.
“I love the brazen little flirt we’re finding buried under the barbed-wire wit that has kept us at arm’s length for so long. Even more so because no one knows she exists except for us.
“Don’t ever belittle what we have, honey. It takes a special woman to put up with the three of us. We almost blew it, but now we have a second chance. Life is too fucking short to get caught up on labels.” His look was hard as his gaze bored into hers, waiting for her to understand.
He breathed a sigh of relief when the hazel eyes softened. “I don’t know why I said that, Zach. Hell, I know I’m not. I am just not quite comfortable with the new me that keeps peeking out.”
“Let her out, Em. When there is only you and us it doesn’t matter. We don’t judge you, honey. You can say or do anything. It will probably get you laid in an awful hurry, but we won’t mind a bit.” He released her hands to rest his own on her hips.
“Even if I said right here, right now?” Amber eyes shined with heated mischief.
His cock pounded its approval, but his brain coached caution. “I’m game if you are, honey, but there are cameras everywhere in this stretch. I don’t want to share your secrets with Jory.”
“Secrets?”
“What you have on under that dress.” Gray eyes locked on her groin, his meaning unmistakable.
“Got you thinking, has it?” He loved seeing her so sure of her power as a woman.
“You have no idea, baby.”
She leaned forward and licked along his lips, a blatant tease. “It’s purple lace and there’s not much of it. And I want it in one piece at the end of the day.” She turned and walked up the remaining stairs, swishing her ass as she went.
His cock castigated him on his course of action, but Zach resolutely adjusted the monster behind his fly and followed. He knew they would be in the Choke in ten minutes, and he’d have that purple lace in his teeth come hell or high water. She was tempting the beast within.
Minerals dissolved in the limestone colored the brilliantly lighted flow formations lining the second chamber with shadings of peach and red. “No touching” signs were everywhere. For all their ageless permanence, limestone caves were a delicate living thing, constantly growing and changing. Oils on a person’s hand could erode or discolor the rock.
Zach watched Em put her hands behind her back as she looked longingly at the slick looking walls. The pull to touch to see if it was wet or just looked it had affected him each time he had entered the cave.
He moved in behind her, close enough that her spring-scented hair tickled his nose when he bent over her and her fingers clutched so tightly behind her ass tickled his thighs. “Later there is a spot where you can touch”—he nuzzled into the bend of her neck, resolutely keeping his hands at his sides—“and so can I.”
If he touched her now they would be giving Jory a show after all. The little shudder that ran through her at his words sorely tested his resolve, as did the earthy scent of aroused woman drifting up amid vanilla-spiced spring.
“Take me there.” It was not a request.
Zach seized her hand and would have been dragging her toward the Choke if she wasn’t trying to beat him. Like two schoolkids they ran hand in hand past phallic stalagmites, huge columns, and more flowstone. Emma was breathless with more than exertion when Zach pulled up beside the ladder disappearing into the poorly lit natural chimney.
“You are in so much trouble, Em.” The way her amber eyes darkened to the deep promise of his voice made Zach’s mouth water in anticipation. “Up the ladder, baby.”
The smile curling her lips heated his blood further. Such wanton wickedness!
He started up the ladder as soon as her legs cleared his head. His plans did not include copping one of her feet in his jaw. When he gauged she had reached the narrowest part of the Choke he grasped her ankle, inordinately pleased that she only let out a little girly squeal instead of kicking wildly. “You just stay right there, hon. Get a good grip of that ladder and let me have my way with you. The big, bad wolf just caught the baby lamb.”
He kissed the inside of her slender ankle and laid a trail of them up to her knee, stepping onto the next rung as he came up.
“On a ladder, Zach? I must have lost my mind.”
He could only smile when her legs widened to afford him better access. He took hold of one of her feet and placed it on a boulder wedged in the space beside the ladder, very much like placing a standing woman’s foot on a chair.
She was as good as bound as she had to keep both hands on the ladder to keep her balance. Completely at his mercy. The low moan as his head pushed under the skirt and he laid an open-mouth kiss on the back of her raised thigh made him doubt the wisdom of that thought. Exactly who was at the mercy of who was yet to be seen.
Ever closer to her fragrant pussy his mouth played, licking and nipping. The touted purple lace scraped his nose. He did what he promised himself and seized it in his teeth just where it dived into the cleft of her buttocks. Tugging relentlessly, he slid his mouth down the material until he reached the part that was drenched with her cream. He groaned as her taste flooded his senses, causing her to writhe over his mouth when the vibrations tickled her folds.
Teeth were just not up to the job if she needed those panties in one piece. He raised one hand from the iron rung and pulled the side down off her hip. Emma cooperated, lowering her raised leg and wriggling to get them off.
Zach nearly fell off the ladder when she added her own variation to his little cunnilingus-on-the-ladder scenario. She pivoted, turning her back to the ladder and lifting her leg to rest on his shoulder. Both arms were raised above her head as she looked down at him with heated anticipation.
“You’re gonna be the death of me, baby.” He reached up and tucked the front of the skirt up under the bottom of her bra, leaving her exposed so sweetly from the waist down. Her cry as he rubbed his sandpapery cheek against the thigh draped over his shoulder made him hope to hell Jory didn’t have audio on those damn cameras. The last thing he needed was a well-meaning rescue squad coming to save the dying woman.
Fuck ’em, they’d just have to wait ’til he finished.
He laid his upper lip against the top of her slit before his tongue flickered out, landing with devastating precision on her engorged little clit. “Hard and fast, or slow and steady?” Deep and echoic, his voice drifted up the crystalline tunnel.
“I don’t care. I just want it now.” She nudged her hips as far toward his face as her precarious perch would allow. Zach chuckled at her predictability. She was as bad as Colby with her need for instant gratification. It was just as well they were both good for more than once. He had seen Colb go three times in one session, but he knew Em was good for more than that.
Hard and fast it was.
He closed his lips over her clit and suckled ruthlessly, delighted when she leaned into his touch instead of pulling away. She loved that edge of “too much” that came with hard loving, gloried in it. He couldn’t wait until she embraced that need fully.
“Oh, Christ, don’t stop!” Zach withheld the need to laugh at her absurd warning. As if that was going to happen. He hastened the rhythm of his sucking, wanting to feel that fresh rush of wetness that he could then lap up at his leisure when the storm of her need had passed.
The high pitch keening was abruptly cut off as she bucked wildly against his mouth. He could see the little teeth biting that bottom lip in his mind’s eye, restraining her cry of release. The moment she relaxed he let go of her clit and began reaping his reward. Slick cream coated her pussy, rich and tangy. He lapped and laved at her folds until she began moving against him once more, her hungry little noises playing against his ears.
This time he teased, teased and taunted until she begged, “Please, Zach, just a little harder, let me come.” Her heel thumped demandingly against his back when he continued his unhurried exploration, apparently unmoved by her pleas.
He knew she would start demanding just as soon as her mind’s inhibitions matched that of her pushy body. He smiled wickedly as he swiped his tongue across her fevered clit. Having her on this ladder was as good as having her tied up and at his mercy. All she could do was arch her hips and press him closer with her little, sandal-clad foot. As it struck him a little harder, he was thankful she wasn’t wearing boots.
“Now, Zach! Suck it harder, no, back where you were, aaghh!” Her frustration was music to his ears as he deliberately ignored all her efforts to get him to make a frontal assault on her clit.
“What’s wrong, greedy girl? You’ve had one. It’s my turn to play.” He nipped her inner thigh.
“If you don’t let me come…”
“You’ll what? You’re stuck up there, honey. Not a great deal you can do about it.” Even he could hear the smug satisfaction in his voice.
“Yeah? Try this on for size, cowboy.” Her right arm lowered, slim fingers snaking down, sliding through the springy patch of curls.
“Fuck, yeah!” Zach was spellbound as he watched those fingers circle the swollen bud of her clit, getting nice and wet before they attacked the nub.
He knew he should stop her. Stealing orgasms was highly frowned upon by the Dom in him, but the man was captivated. “God, yes, show me how you work it. When I get you out of here I’m gonna fuck you so hard, baby. That’s it, be a bad girl.” His eyes followed as she dipped those fingers down to thrust into her entrance before they continued the assault on her clit.
“Let me taste you, baby. Give me those fingers.” He latched on to the slim digits she extended, hot tongue caressing their length as his mouth suckled in a blatant imitation of what he wished her mouth was doing to his cock right now. The groan that drew from her had him gripping the steel rung hard enough to leave imprints as he strived not to spill his seed right then.
He released her fingers and nipped them. “Go at it, Em, baby. Show me how you come.” He watched transfixed as she worked her clit rapidly, listening to her soft cries rise in intensity. “That’s it, push yourself over.”
Her head went back as the orgasm took her, her face slack with pleasure. Her cries escalated into a dying scream that echoed in the narrow tunnel. He rested his mouth against the hand that cupped her mons, extending her rapture. So fucking sweet! He came within a hair’s breadth of spending in his jeans as he watched her take her pleasure.
When he finally got her to the spring, it was going to be his turn for hard and fast, because right now he wasn’t capable of any other kind. Burning hot and fit to burst, his cock shouted its demands, and Emma’s little show had weakened him to the point where the rest of him was listening, and in total agreement. Burying balls deep in her snug little cunt had just become more important than breathing.
“… Miss, it was back here. I definitely heard someone scream...”
Absolute silence reigned in the Choke as the youthful voice reached them. Then Emma started to giggle. Zach struggled to keep it together as he quickly tugged Emma’s dress back where it belonged. The little wench had picked a fine time to give into a giggle fit. He thought about pulling her back down, but that would put them further from his goal of the mineral pool. He goosed her to hurry her up the ladder, shaking his head when she only giggled harder.
Jory must have been laughing his ass off right about now.
A group of around a dozen schoolkids was waiting in the chamber above. He held the pack to screen the obvious erection straining his jeans and tried to look nonchalant. Emma had contained her mirth to some degree, but her face looked exactly what it was, the face of a woman who had been well pleasured and was looking for another round.
“See, Miss, I told you I heard something.”
The young teacher looked over the couple and a knowing smile curled her lips as she spotted purple lace hanging out of Zach’s front pocket before he could hide it. “Yes, Timothy, but as you can see everyone is just fine. Come along, let’s continue.” She ushered the children forward, giving an amused but apologetic smile to them before she turned away.
Zach glanced around and located the camera. It may have been a little childish, but he felt a lot better after giving it the bird.
Emma nearly collapsed against him as her unrestrained giggles reached cosmic proportions. “I’m glad you found that amusing.” He could only watch as she tried to pull herself together, the sight warming his heart.
“Come on, you. You’re worse than a drunk on Saturday night.” He guided her in the direction the kids had gone, chuckling at the laughter that kept spilling from her.
They slipped under a no-access barrier, much to Emma’s consternation. Zach just put his finger to her lips to quiet her as he pulled a flashlight out of his pack. Guided by the thin beam of light, he led her for five minutes along the narrow crevice before she could see the glow of daylight up ahead. He felt her hand relax in his as soon as she saw the light. At least the worry had cured her giggle fit. For that he was glad. Making love to a woman who kept bursting into laughter might be a tad off-putting. Though with the state of his cock, he really didn’t think he would have cared.
He watched her blink as she took in the pool chamber for the first time. The beauty of it never failed to impress. Water bubbled up out of a fissure in the ground, an extraordinary blue with minerals. Years ago the cave management had plastered the edges and put in steps to form a pool constantly filled with mineral rich water heated in the depths of
the earth. A spillway led over the edge and disappeared into a crystal-lined natural drain.
The rock arch over the top was plain limestone, slick with rising steam. Vegetation grew thick and lush in the warm, moist microenvironment. Crags rose in front of the covered area, ensuring total privacy.
“This is beautiful.” Wonder lit Emma’s voice as she looked around. Zach dropped the pack and toed off his shoes. The socks and his shirt had disappeared by the time Emma turned around. Her eyes locked on his hands where they slid the waist button from its mooring.
“What are you doing?”
“Getting naked.” He gave her a big smile as he dropped the jeans to the ground. Not that she would have noticed. Her eyes were firmly locked on the lust-darkened flesh defying gravity. He wrapped a big hand around the shaft and worked his thumb across the prominent blood vessels ridging along the length. His gray eyes darkened as he watched reason leave her, hunger overriding all else.
“That is so wrong.” The yearning tone belied her words.
“What is?” He wanted to hear her give voice to her lusts.
“That watching you do that makes me weak.”
“Makes you weak or makes you want to join in?”
“Both.” She walked close enough to touch. One finger reached out and rolled the bead of fluid around his broad cockhead.
Zach’s hand reached out and tugged at the bodice of her dress. “You’re a little overdressed, love.” Her eyes didn’t leave the slow action of his hand as she absently slipped the dress over her head. She didn’t need to be told to get rid of the bra. It, too, joined the pile at her feet.
Zach gripped the thick base and squeezed hard enough to force back the flood of seed that had started its journey at the sight of her full, lush breasts in the afternoon light. Hard, peaked, and swollen, they thrust up as if begging for his mouth. But the way her tongue was moistening her lips told him he would have to wait for that particular delight.
