by Kat London
He leaned forward and took a bite before I could protest. “Hey! I didn’t say I didn’t approve.” I popped the rest of the strawberry in my mouth, enjoying the mix of fruit and chocolate as they blended in my mouth.
Before I finished, he had the rest of the food out of the basket, displayed like a fine dining restaurant. I crinkled my nose at the variety of cheese, unsure which to trust not to make me stink.
“You look unsure.” He laughed. “Is it the food? You never did answer if you were allergic to anything.”
“Not allergic,” I said, reaching out and grabbing a piece of cheese that was shaped like a tiny slice of pie. Its exterior was soft and its interior smooth. “Just inexperienced.” I set it back down and looked up at him with bewilderment.
“All this time in a resort town and you’re stumped by cheese?” I frowned at his comment, and he quickly turned it around. “Here, let me teach you.” One-by-one he held up a sample of each meat on the charcuterie board, matching it with a cheese. I let him feed me, and he watched with excitement as I tried each sample. Some I liked, and some I didn’t, but I didn’t feel bad when I noticed there were a number of things he didn’t like either. Every time he explained something new, his voice got deeper, and his eyes grew more hungry for things that food couldn’t satisfy.
By the time we turned back to the strawberries, I was ready to cast the entire picnic aside and take him right there on the beach. But before casting aside the sweet dessert, I decided to use it to my advantage.
“Here,” I said, taking the container of strawberries from his hand. “It’s my turn to teach you.”
Curiosity played in his eyes as he handed the food over. I took out one strawberry before setting the container down and motioned for Darian to lean back on his arms. Then I got up onto my knees and straddled his lap. I didn’t look down, but could feel the bulge between his legs prominently pressing between mine. Thank God I didn’t wear any underwear today. I shifted gently against him where the thin cotton of my tennis skirt moistened against the friction. He gave me a cocky grin as I lifted the strawberry to his lips. When he tried to bite it, I pulled it away, teasing him.
“Just a moment,” I said, taking a teacher-tone. “Before you eat this, did you know that the chocolate was made right here in the Rocky Mountains.”
“Interesting.” Darian’s eyelids dropped as he stared at the fruit in front of him.
“Yes,” I continued. “And the berries, grown right in these mountains, fed with the freshest water as it melted down from the mountain tops.”
“You don’t say.” He shifted his weight as he sat up and reached an arm around me.
I nodded. “Yes, I do say. You see, not only am I an adventure guide, but I also dabble in a little bit of the culinary arts.”
“Really?” he asked, an eyebrow instantly shooting up.
“Only when it comes to eating.” A flirtatious laugh slipped through my lips. “Especially something as delicious as strawberries and chocolate.” I leaned in closer and ran the dipped end of the strawberry along his lips.
“You’re damn sexy when you laugh like that.” He leaned forward, pressing his lips against mine and reached up with his free hand, running it through my hair until it was entwined in my hair, and pulling my head closer to his. On his lips, I could taste the slightest residue of chocolate. I dropped the strawberry and wrapped my arms around his head, messing up his hair in my embrace. Our picnic had officially ended.
SIX
My hands slid down to the top of Darian’s jeans, where I tucked my fingers between the denim and his lower abs. My touch was met with a soft patch of hair. A smile broke across my lips. Someone else skipped underwear too.
I began to tug at the top of his shorts but was met with resistance. “Not yet,” he whispered. He unraveled his fingers from my hair and put both hands on my hips, then tenderly pulled my hips toward his and pushed them back, rolling the thin piece of cotton between my legs against his bulge.
A moan escaped my lips. Darian’s hand quickly moved back up into my hair threading my strands as he gently pulled my head back. He pressed his lips below my earlobe, sending shivers down the side of my body as I arched against him. As if to soothe me, he reached his other hand under my shirt, behind the elastic of the built-in sports bra, and met my bare breast. There he rolled my nipple between his thumb and forefinger sending more sensations across my body.
His lips continued down the side of my neck, as I released tiny whimpers of pleasure. In response, I ground my hips harder against his, the wet fabric between my legs rub against the front of his shorts. I could feel him meeting me with each roll. I reached down again, desperately wanting to feel his cock against me.
“Not yet,” he said on exhalation. “Ever since I saw you in that tiny skirt, the hint of your smooth ass poking out the back with each sway of the fabric—” his hand released my breast and reached down between my legs— “and then last night, that brief taste. God, all I’ve been able to think about is your sweet pussy.”
I arched my hips high enough, allowing his fingers to slip inside the fabric, then lowered myself onto his palm. One finger slipped along my fold, where it teased my clit making it throb beneath his touch. I clenched my thighs against his hand, which made him rub faster. I didn’t hold back, letting my cries loose into the wild around us.
“Don’t cum yet,” he pleaded. Moving his hands to my back, he slowly lowered me from his lap to the ground.
“You’re wearing too many clothes,” I said, reaching across my midsection with each arm, and tugging at my tight tank top until it pulled up off the top of my head. My nipples contracted in the cool mountain air until they became tiny dark points at the ends of my breasts.
“Not at all.” Darian shook his head as he shifted to his knees, still positioned between my thighs. “Today is all about you.”
I squealed as he reached forward, tugging the sides of my skirt until it pulled free. His fingers slid down my legs as the cotton slid off, releasing my midsection to the open air. I sucked in a sharp breath as the warmth from his touch was overtaken by the morning coolness, and crossed my arms over my chest to stay warm.
“Here, let me help.” Darian leaned over my body, pressing his against me. His lips met my left breast while his hand met my right one, and soon the chill was replaced by the warmth of his mouth and hand as he rolled my nipples with his tongue and fingers.
I raised my hips against him, feeling his erection as it projected between us. He pushed his knees between my thighs and his other hand fondled the inside of my pussy. I thrust myself toward his fingers, begging for him to enter me. If I couldn’t have his cock, I’d take the next best thing.
He started with one finger, running it inside my soaking folds. His thumb rubbed against my erect clit, which instantly began to pulse again with pleasure. His knee pushed my left leg further back, and I moaned in pleasure as he added a second finger inside of me, sliding them inside and out, faster and faster. My hips thrust against his hand as bursts of pleasure exploded across my body.
“Do you like me inside your tight little pussy?” He lifted his head and released my nipple into the cool mountain air.
“Yes,” I moaned. “Please. Fuck me.”
“I want to taste you,” he said, moving his kisses down my torso, still keeping one hand on my breast. “I want to feel your orgasm against my tongue.”
I thrust my hips against his hand in agreement, and his kisses hastened as they trailed across my abdomen to my groin. They slowed as they reached the bare skin of my folds and paused for only a moment as they replaced his thumb against my clit. The change in sensation made me cry out as his lips sucked my clit between them, letting his tongue tease its tip.
A third finger slipped past my opening, rubbing eagerly against my tight ass. I bucked up in pleasure, eager to feel more of Darian inside of me. He didn’t hesitate, moving his wet finger against my tight hole and then pushing it inside of me. I cried out in unbridl
ed pleasure, feeling a gush of cum escape my pussy.
“You like that, don’t you.”
I groaned in agreement as I pushed and pulled myself against him, grinding my clit with his tongue while his fingers slid in and out of me without effort. Pressure built inside of me as Darian worked me into a frenzy. His other hand squeezed my breast, until it was pinching my nipple, sending waves of carnal pleasure down every limb until my entire body was on fire.
“More,” I pleaded. “Faster.”
His strokes intensified until I didn’t know who was moving faster, him or me, sliding feverishly against one another. I didn’t even care if I got to have his cock anymore, as long as he didn’t stop. I needed to cum so bad; my pussy ached, crying to be released.
“Come on, girl,” Darian pleaded, his words teasing my clit. “If you don’t cum soon I’m not going to be able to stop myself from fucking you. My cock is so hard right now. It wants to be inside your tight, wet pussy.”
“Ah.” I cried out, shoving myself hard against his face. My body shook as the rippling waves of my orgasm overtook me. My moans came out ragged and broken as Darian’s tongue still slid hungrily against my clit, keeping me at the peak of pleasure, as his fingers still massaging all my holes. My body arched toward the mountaintops as I released my last cry and fell to the blanket below.
His lips trailed back up my torso, and his finger released my ass, making me cry out in delayed ecstasy. When his lips met mine, his other two fingers still played around between my legs making me squirm as tiny buds of my lagging orgasm surged through my groin.
“Again, that was amazing,” I said, stretching out on the blanket as he finally let go and climbed next to me. I shielded my eyes from the burning sun, and met his hungry gaze as he looked over my flushed and naked body.
A playful smile spread across his lips. “We aren’t done yet.”
SEVEN
I reached for his shorts where his erection looked ready to burst out of place, but he batted my hands away. “Not here,” he said his eyes fiery with lust. I want to think about you the entire ride back. Then I’m going to take you in those showers.”
“At work?” Excitement filled my insides, replacing my waning orgasm.
He nodded.
Quickly I dressed as he loaded the kayak. Every time I leaned over, to pick something up, I noticed Darian rubbing his still-hard erection. Playfully I flashed him my ass and he groaned as if in pain.
The ride back there was no gazing at the mountains or letting the kayak glide aimlessly along the lake. Darian rowed with a sense of urgency. Once back in the Jeep he fondled me under my skirt while slowly rubbing the end of his cock as I drove us home. How had he not cum yet? This man was the epitome of self-control.
I was in awe.
We were surrounded by the miracles of nature, large protruding mountains that stretched far above anything man could create. But all I could think about was how good Darian’s cock was going to feel inside of me.
By the time we reached the garage, I was already panting from his touch. We left the kayak on the roof, barely able to keep our hands off one another. As Darian urgently met me at the front of the Jeep, I reached for his face and met his lips with mine, hungrily pushing my tongue against his, as our hands tore each other’s clothes off.
We reached the locker room within seconds, and I pushed Darian against the metal lockers, running my hands down his now bare chest as he groaned with pleasure. I kneeled down, reaching his shorts, and tugged them down to his ankles, where he kicked them off.
In front of my face hung his gorgeous cock, long and hard. I took it in both my hands—my touch making Darian groan—and stroked it gently as I lifted it to my open lips. Carefully, I placed my lips around the shaft, running my tongue around the head, again and again. Darian’s hands reached down to the top of my head and held the sides as I took him deeper into my throat. I slid my head back to the tip as he cried out with pleasure.
The door to the front of the store dinged, and Cher and Ali’s voices drifted through the office to where we were in the locker room. I quickly pulled Darian’s cock from my mouth and jumped up, yanking him behind me into the showers. There I turned on all the showers to full speed, muting our sounds as the hot showers filled the small tiled room with steam.
Darian grabbed me from behind, his hands searching for my breasts as his lips met the crook of my neck. One hand slid down my torso, until it met my pussy, still wet from our outing on the lake. He groaned with pleasure, pressing his erection against my bottom, then moved his other hands between the cheeks of my ass.
“Bend over.” His voice was gruff as he prodded me with his cock.
Yes! I spread my legs and braced my hands against the tile wall as I arched my back and pushed against his hand. A tiny gasp escaped Darian’s lips as I did it again. This time he met with me with his cock pressed against my pussy and I cried out with excitement, pushing against him, thrusting him inside. All my withheld pleasures from the lake were now being met, the delay only intensifying their pleasure.
He took me fast and hard, unable to hold back what he’d already tortured himself by delaying. His finger slid out of my ass as he grasped me by the hips, thrusting himself deeper and deeper inside of me. I pushed against the wall, throwing myself back into him, desperate to meet the same orgasmic fate he’d given me only an hour ago.
Darian plunged into me with the precision of a man who knew how to expertly operate a stick. Again and again he dove deep, thrusting against my G-spot and bringing me to the edge of ecstasy. I cried out in anguish as he growled like an injured animal getting closer and closer to his release. His balls slapped fiercely against my ass, and for a moment I wish he was inside that virgin part of me.
I couldn’t wait another second. I had to cum. I reached down between my legs, rubbing my finger against my pussy and felt the waves of orgasm begin to resonate along my skin. Unable to contain my cries of pleasure, I prayed that the showers would drown out my sounds.
“Oh, yes!” Darian cried out; his intensity kicked up a notch until I couldn’t tell if he was thrusting or shaking with pleasure against me. His cock slipped in and out of me until finally with one long hard push, he exploded inside of me, gripping my hips as he lost control.
I gently pressed my pussy against his groin, making him twitch in post-ecstasy. His hands let go of my hips, and reached around my midsection in an embrace. He slowly slid his cock out of me, then pulled me upright, and turned me to face him.
Pressing his forehead against mine, our gaze met. “Now that was fucking amazing,” he said.
I nodded, and then reached my lips to his, softly pressing a kiss at the side of his mouth. His hand lifted to my cheek, where his thumb brushed along my skin, landing on my bottom lip. His eyes were full of want. Need. His gaze was intense as it met mine.
“I have to see you again, before I leave tomorrow.”
I raised my eyebrows. “You leave so soon?” Then pushing myself away I took a step back. Who was I kidding? He’s a client. “Of course, sorry.” My cheeks flared up, hidden only because they’re already heated from the showers and the sex. This is Darian’s vacation. What have I gotten myself into?
I turned to shut off the showers, but he grabbed my wrist and spun me around back into his arms. “No. I mean, yes I have to go. I have things to arrange at work. But I don’t want to—I mean you could—argh, I don’t know what I’m saying. Just promise you’ll see me again today?”
I pushed back, away from his grip and shook my head. “I’m sorry. I don’t usually see clients a second time, let alone a third. This was a bad idea.” His brows jumped together as his face twisted into confusion. “And please, don’t book another tour.” His eyes winced in pain, but I looked away. “It’ll just make things harder.”
I turned around letting the shower hide the wave of sadness that came over me. Darian was the first guy I had connected with in a long time, but he was just a client. How did I forget that? I
turned off the showers and then looked back at him. He was biting his lower lip, but other than that his face was blank. Like I thought—this was just fun.
I grabbed our towels from the bench outside and tossed him one. Quietly, he dried himself off then followed me to the locker room where our clothes lay in a heap. We awkwardly picked through the pile in silence, separating our clothes, and then got dressed. I could feel his gaze on me, watching me, but it pained me too much to look at him.
“I need to finish unloading the gear,” I said once I was dressed. Before he could answer, I slipped into the garage.
When I returned to the locker room, Darian was nowhere to be found. His voice flittered from the front office where I could hear Cher and Ali giggling. A jolt of jealousy pierced my gut, but I made myself push it down. Get it together, Blake. He’s just a client. I willed my legs to move forward and joined the three of them.
“Well, everything is put away,” I announced to Ali, avoiding Darian’s gaze. “I guess I’ll go home.”
“Ooh,” Cher said from behind me. “Hope you two had fun.”
I turned to her, open-mouthed, feeling my face heat up from the memory of Darian’s head between my legs on the beach, and then the feeling of him inside me in the shower. But before I could find any words, he answered.
“It was the best day, ever.”
My gaze shot to his, eyes fierce and dark as he stared back at me. I forced myself to smile. Act professional. I nodded. “I should be going. You probably have a lot you want to see before leaving.”
I turned, practically running out of the store. I didn’t stop until I got to my car, and there I peeled out of the parking lot and sped all the way home. When I got home, I slammed my car into park and stormed up the stairs of my apartment building to my one-room bachelorette pad where I threw myself onto my bed.
I was exhausted. Physically. Mentally. Emotionally.
