by Palmer, Dee
“Hmm… You were right, the water feels great.” Her breath kisses my lips, hot and sweet like honeysuckle. She feels so damn good.
“Oh, darling, that’s not the only thing that feels great.” I swim us closer to the shore so I can get my footing. I’m going to need leverage. My erection is swaying just below her ass, and I know every time it brushes her soft skin I feel it like a shot of pure electricity to my balls. Her arms grip around my neck and her hands slide up into my hair, where they make tight little fists and pull. Her eyes lock on mine, her lips a millimeter from my mouth and already wet from the lake. Her breath catches, and I chase that breath with my eager lips.
Her grip tightens, her legs and her arms lock us together, and her lips are soft, full, and taste so fucking sweet. My tongue dips inside and tangles with hers until we are both breathless and grinding on each other like feral animals. She moans into my mouth when my hands drop to cup her ass. My fingertips sinking into the soft, firm flesh. Her hips roll against me, and her mouth is just as eager and desperate. I break the kiss.
“Finn, if you’re not ready, we have to stop right now.”
“I’m ready,” she gasps.
“Really? Because there’s no rush, darling. I’m happy to make you come with my mouth or fingers. We don’t have to fuck.” My voice is level but strained.
“We really do.” She whimpers and pushes her body a little further down on mine, so my cock is nudging at her entrance.
“You completely sure? Because I’m hanging on by a thread here, darling.” I hold back the moan that’s rumbling deep in my chest.
“I’m sure…I’m so sure…Please! Please, fuck me.” She pants her plea, and it’s too much.
I surge up and slide deep inside her with one strategically placed thrust. Her head drops to my chest and her sharp little breaths make me stop for a moment.
“You okay, darling?” One hand cups her cheek, stroking her silky skin and sweeping her hair from her face.
“Yes! Yes, just, um, give me a second.” She lets out a slow breath, and I can feel her tight muscles around my cock flutter up and down, making room and acclimating to the intrusion. She lifts her head, flushed cheeks and sexy-as-all-hell smile. “Okay. Sorry, it’s not been that long, but you’re…well, you’re really big.” She sighs, a shy smile curling her lips.
There’s not a guy in the world who doesn’t want to hear that, but she’s in for a wake-up call when she gets with the others if she thinks I’m big. Her hips give a tentative roll, and I clench my jaw because that feels like fucking heaven—tight and hot, slick and so fucking smooth. I grab her hips and move her along my shaft, at my speed and my depth. She throws her head back and cries out. The sound almost makes me blow, but she’s nowhere near ready. With her head tipped back, I cover one of her breasts and work her nipple with my tongue until it’s hard like a pebble, while she’s furiously grinding against me with the help of my hands. I switch breasts and work the other nipple before my lips work their way up to her neck, kissing and sucking. I’m careful not to mark her, even if I want to suck down so hard the mark I leave would be more like a tattoo than a love bite, but I don’t. It would be a dick move when she belongs to all of us.
Her hands pull at my hair, and she tugs me close so our lips crash together. Her tight little body is pumping hard, up and down, and then again, a little grind every once in a while when she’s feeling brave and relaxed enough to take my full length, but she bites back a squeal every time she does. She draws my tongue into her mouth and sucks slowly then releases it. Her eyes are dark pools of lust, and her lids are so low she looks dazed.
I shift her legs so they are both on my shoulders, she dips low but the water supports us both and she doesn’t go under; she just goes deeper—I go deeper. Her whole body tenses, and her muscles around my cock clamp down tight and start to ripple. She gasps, eyes wide, and a silent scream escapes her open mouth. Her whole body starts to convulse, and it takes all my balance to keep us both upright; it’s enough. She starts a reaction that my cock is too eager to follow. I feel the pinch and ache deep in my balls, the tingle in my spine, and my hips start to piston, relentless and fierce. Water swishes and splashes around us like a whirlpool until we both cling together at our mutual peak, cresting that euphoric high as wave after wave crashes through our bodies. We cling together, breathless and limp, and for me at least, barely standing.
HOLY FUCKING SHIT! MY LEGS tremble so much, He allows me to shift them from his shoulder so their grip is now around his waist and it starts to loosen, but his strong hold prevents me from slipping further into the water and drowning. I suck in large gulps of air since it was stolen from me by that most amazing climax. It takes long minutes before I can pull my head up from his chest, which, I’m pleased to notice, is heaving just as deeply as mine. Or maybe that’s because of the extra weight. I hate that the self-destructive doubt is always lurking because of Dave. I never used to feel this way about my body. I try to wriggle from his hold all the same.
“Hey, darling, where do you think you’re going?” His deep chuckle resonates, and there’s an echo from the acoustics in the cove.
“Your arms must be aching. You can put me down now.” I try and ease myself from his grip and off his still hard cock.
“Do you regret what we just did?” His quick and first response crushes me, and I hate the look of sadness that settles on his face.
“Oh, God, no. No! Not at all. “ I rush to quell his ridiculous and wholly erroneous conclusion. “It was amazing! God, how could you even think that? I haven’t ever come that hard.” I chew the inside if my cheeks as I start to feel them burn at my confession.
“You’re trying to get away from me, darling. What else am I supposed to think? I should’ve waited. I’m sorry. I just—” Cupping his face, I bring it close to mine.
“I’m so sorry, Pink. You did nothing wrong. You did what I wanted…what I desperately needed, and you were incredible. It’s just…I’m heavy, and I thought you would be—”
“You’re shitting me, right?” he interrupts, his astonished tone mirroring his expression. I choke out a laugh with no humor. His handsome face is the picture of utter confusion.
“Um…I’m not as thin as I used to be,” I mumble apologetically.
“Christ, woman. How thin were you? I don’t know what shit is going on in your head, but I can guess who put it there… that asshole.” He spits out the words with venom but his eyes soften when he continues. “You’re perfect, drop-dead-gorgeous, end of conversation. You fucking weigh nothing at all, darling. Hell, I carry more weight than this”—he squeezes my arse playfully with both hands while still buried deep inside me, and I have to close my eyes at the toe-curling sensation—“when we run with weighted balls.”
“If you say so.” I let out a sigh mixed with a moan.
“You don’t sound convinced.”
“Let’s just say, it’s easier to believe the passive-aggressive, bad stuff when it’s drip-fed for years. It tends to take hold.” I twist my lips flat.
“Then it’s our job to break that hold.” His hand sweeps from my arse to my brow and around to hold the back of my neck. We are nose to nose. His breath flutters across the dampness of my skin, sending a million tingles to flash over my body in waves. His blue eyes are deep, crystal-clear wells holding my gaze with such intensity, I struggle to breathe. “Finn, you’re so damn beautiful, we couldn’t believe our luck when you walked through the doors at the airport. You’re it for us.”
“I don’t know what to say,” I whisper, and the warm glow I feel inside swells with his tender words. His adoring smile twists into something playful and a little wicked.
“You don’t have to say anything, darling. Unless you want to say, ‘Fuck me again, Pink’. You can definitely say that.” He tilts his hips and loosens his hold, so I drop further down on his rock-hard cock.
“Ah”—I moan, and my eyes roll right back to the heavens—“yes, do that. That would be perfect
.” I sigh.
“Just. Like. You.” He times each word with a delicious, deep thrust and roll of his hips that instantly has me climbing. My fingertips grip the hard muscles of his shoulders and our lips crash together with an animal urgency, and each time he pounds into me he pushes me farther, higher, until I’m floating in an erotic euphoria that consumes my mind and body. I have never come so quickly, or so hard. Dave who?
We lay together, air-drying our sated, naked bodies on the blanket in the shade, though we must have both fallen asleep for some time, because I wake up and feel the telltale, sun-stroked tightness on my skin. The late afternoon sun has now dropped low enough that our protective canopy has been pushed back and we are now bathed in glorious sunlight. It might not be the power of the midday rays, but I know I’m still burnt. Shit. Pink stirs as I crawl over to the edge of the blanket where there’s still a little shade. My skin tingles as I move and reach to grab my underwear from the undergrowth.
“Wow, we really slept, didn’t we?” He stretches, and all those taut muscles on his abdomen ripple. I let out an appreciative sigh.
“We did, and I think I might’ve caught a bit of sun.” I scoop my boobs into the sports bra and shimmy into my panties.
“Oh, darling, I’m sorry. Are you okay?” His voice is thick with concern, but I wave it off.
“I’m sure I’ll be fine.”
“Here, drink some more water, and I’ll start packing up.” He hands me the last bottle, and I sip while he quickly slips his jeans, boots, and shirt on. He stuffs the remaining picnic in the saddlebag and rolls up the blanket. All the time, I’m staring, mesmerized by the beauty of this place and him. He flashes me a wolfish grin, having caught me blatantly ogling him.
“You gonna get dressed, darling, or are you planning on riding back like that?” He wiggles his brows mischievously. “Not that I’d mind, but you’d get some epic chafing to go with your sunburn if you did.” He chuckles, and I shake myself from my stupor.
“Oh, yes, sorry. “ I scramble to my feet and pick my way across the bushes to retrieve my clothes. I must’ve thrown them with my pitching arm because they are deep in the bushes.
“I’ll fetch the horses.” He walks off to untie Lady and Tramp. I reach for my jeans, but as I lift them, something big, black, and wiggly brushes my arm, and I scream bloody fucking murder. I drop my jeans, and my heart is in my throat, beating so hard, my panic consumes me. What the fuck was that? I stumble back, catching my footing on the undergrowth. I fall back, leaves and branches scratching my skin in my flailing attempt to distance myself from whatever the hell that was. The next second I’m lifted in the air, and I hear the thunder of hooves disappearing into the distance.
“Fuck, Finn! Are you all right?” I can hear the fright in his voice.
“S-s-snake.” My whole body is tingling with nerves and raw panic. I try to suck in some air, but my chest won’t move. Pink carries me over to a rock and sits me down carefully, his hands brushing and sweeping across my skin. The look of worry in his eyes is not doing anything for my rising anxiety.
“Did you get bitten, Finn?” he asks, still moving over my body, checking for any signs of a bite mark or any other injury.
“I…I don’t know.” I press the pain in my chest. I think my heart is going to explode.
“Think, darling. Did you feel a bite? What did it look like?” He tries to keep his voice level and calm, but I can tell from the look in his eyes he’s anything but.
“Black and um…” I try and think. Everything is a blur and I still can’t breathe properly.
“Red? Yellow? Black and white? Please, Finn, talk to me, darling.”
“White…it had white rings. It was huge, Pink.” He lets out a deep breath and his face relaxes.
“Okay. It was probably a kingsnake and, yeah, they can get pretty big, but they ain’t poisonous.” He is still inspecting my skin, but his expression is much less fear-stricken. “You scared the shit out of me, darling.”
“Sorry,” I whisper, feeling a wave of relief, which washes over me but seems to make my body shake uncontrollably. Pink scoops me into his arms and holds me, peppering my hair with soothing kisses and stroking my skin lightly.
“It’s the adrenalin, darling. You’ll be fine in a little while. You want me to go and get your clothes?”
“In a minute, you know, when I’ve stopped shaking.” I let out a strangled laugh.
“Sure thing, darling.” He continues to hold me, and once my heart stops trying to break free of my chest, I let him retrieve my clothes.
“The horses?” I look around, and it sinks in that my scream must have scared them away.
“Ah, yeah. Lady will probably be halfway home by now, but Tramp will be waiting on us at the edge of the woods.” He holds out his hand, which I am happy to take.
“Oh, God, I’m sorry, Pink.” We start to walk in the direction of the newly trampled ground.
“Don’t be silly, darling. I’m relieved you didn’t get bitten, or it wouldn’t just be you who would need to be buried.” He chuckles, and I freeze at his comment.
“What? You’re telling me there are snakes that could kill me out here?” I shiver.
“This ain’t the UK,” he mocks.
“No kidding! The worst you’ll get in London is a nasty wasp sting.” My eyes are wide as we make our way through the forest, but Pink laughs and pulls me into his side, dropping his heavy arm over my shoulder.
“You normally have to go looking for them, darling. They don’t tend to look for us. You got lucky.” He’s joking, but I’m not quite ready to laugh about it. It might not have been a poisonous snake, nevertheless, still nearly died of a fucking heart attack.
We reach the end of the wooded path and, sure enough, Tramp is standing there. Pink climbs on first and offers me a hand to haul me up and onto his lap.
“It’s gonna take a bit longer to get back. We have to walk since it’s the two of us, but at least you’ll get to see the sun set over the farm.” He clicks his tongue, and Tramp starts trotting forward.
“Oh, well, there are worse things than riding into the sunset with a gorgeous cowboy.” I smile up at him as he looks down.
“Just remember to tell the others that. I have a feeling they’re going to chew my ass out once they see your scratches and you tell them about the snake.”
“How about I don’t tell them about the snake, but do let them know that I’ve had the best day ever.” He beams at my words.
“I want you to always tell the truth.” He holds my gaze, the golden sunlight makes his blond hair look almost white, and his blue eyes are so clear I could dive into them.
“I do, always.” I pause for a moment, his gaze drifting over my head, and I whisper loud enough so he can hear. “Thank you, by the way. I have had the very best day.” I snuggle into his hold, feeling very, very tired.
“Hey, darling, you might want to be awake for this.” Pink’s soft words rouse me from my slumber, and my lids flutter open just in time. The horizon is a blaze of orange flame, a sizzling, brilliant light that’s slowly melting into the darkness as it sinks below the earth. I can almost hear the hiss as it scorches the ground. With not a soul around, surrounded by miles upon miles of open land, the raw and natural beauty of the moment is utterly breathtaking. Pink pulls Tramp to a halt, and we watch in reverent silence as the last of the light loses its battle with the night sky. Surprisingly, it’s not that dark when the sun completely disappears. The sky seems to quickly light up with too many stars to fathom and there’s a strong beam of light which seems to bathe us in an unnatural glow. I think the sun got to me, and I’m hallucinating. The beam of light gets stronger and there’s a loud roar of an engine. I don’t feel so good.
I hear voices and force my eyes open.
“You okay? Jake came and got me when Lady came back without her rider.” Tug calls out from the jeep. He kills the engine and I can see that the others are all in the car.
“Yeah, we’
re fine. Had a little fright with a kingsnake, and Lady took off,” Pink explains.
“You sure it was a King?” Charge asks.
“Pretty sure. She didn’t get bitten, but she’s scratched up a bit from when she fell.”
“And she can answer for herself. I’m fine guys. I caught a little too much sun, that’s all.” I interrupt, and my tone has the required amount of attitude to silence everyone.
“You wanna come back with us?” Tug asks.
“Do you mind, Pink? I feel a bit queasy.” I look up to see him already nodding.
“Sure, darling. Are you going to be okay?’
“Yeah, I need to sleep it off and drink a gallon of water.” I wave off his concern with a light laugh.
“Okay, darling. I’ll check on you when I get back.” He helps me off the side of Tramp and I fall straight into Charge’s arms. He doesn’t let me touch the ground, and carries me into the jeep and holds me on his lap.
“You need to be more careful, Pink!” Charge admonishes with a deadly serious tone, and I stiffen.
“He didn’t do anything wrong. I had the most amazing day, Charge. Really.” I try to argue, and Charge flashes me a tight smile.
“I’m glad you had fun, angel, but that doesn’t negate the fact you got hurt, and that’s unacceptable.” His tone brooks no rebuttal, though I can’t help myself. I had a great day, and I’d hate for Pink to think he did anything wrong.
“I think you’re being a bit harsh.” I mutter.
“No, he’s not, darling. He’s right, but I’ll make it up to you on our next date.” Pink answers, and I shake my head with frustration. Wincing as I feel the first stab of pain behind my eyes, I know one killer headache is coming up.
“There’s nothing to make up for.” I sigh and pinch the building pressure in the bridge of my nose.
