by Cora York
“I was right all along. You’re a coward.”
She stuck out her chin. “Stop trying to bait me. I’m not getting in.”
“Don’t be such a baby. There’s a cave we can explore.”
“I’m all good right here.”
I flicked water her way. “Take the stick out of your ass and have fun. Live a little.”
She sat down on the blanket she’d laid out and hugged her knees to her chest. “I have fun. I live.”
“By doing what?”
She didn’t answer, so I answered for her. “By watching the world through your phone? That’s not living, that’s existing.”
With a glare in my direction, she stood and pulled her top over her head, revealing a tight pink sports bra. She shimmied out of her yoga pants. The lacy boy shorts she wore showed off the flair of her hips and the sweet curve of her ass perfectly.
My quickly un-shriveling dick appreciated the view very much.
“Get in here, girl.”
“Don’t rush me.”
Inch by inch, she tip-toed into the water, yelping at every step. Not willing to wait for her or listen to her cries of torture any longer, I swam over and yanked her in.
She gave a surprised shriek, followed by a laugh. “I’m going to get you for that. Payback will come when you least expect it.”
She ducked her head under the water, and when she came up, her rock-hard nipples poked through her now see-through sports bra.
Droplets of water dripped from her eyelashes and streamed down her face. She’d never looked more beautiful or tempting.
“It isn’t all that bad once you get used to it,” she said, then giggled. The sweet sound echoed around the grotto.
“Fun, right? You remember what that is? Much better than being on your phone or stuck in your cabin.”
“I guess,” she said and swam toward the waterfall. When she reached the base, she looked back at me and motioned for me to join her. “Come on. Let’s go see this cave you were talking about.”
She pushed herself up and climbed onto one of the rocks that would lead her behind the streaming water. I followed, ogling her sweet ass the entire time.
The narrow cave wasn’t all that deep, with just enough room for us to stand and face each other.
“Not much of a cave.” She took a step and slipped, but before she fell, I grabbed on to her and pulled her close. Our wet bodies generated so much heat, I broke out in a sweat.
“Careful,” I said. “I don’t want you hurting your ankle all over again.”
She ran her fingertips up and down my arms and shoulders, brushing them over my old and new scars, making me shiver and overheat simultaneously.
“I know you won’t let anything happen to me.”
“I want you to know, I didn’t bring you up here so we could have sex.” Not entirely true, but not entirely a lie either. I’d packed condoms just in case. I’d hoped we’d screw today, but I figured bringing her to the waterfall would be a kind of foreplay, and we’d hit the mattress later.
“Sure, I believe you,” she said with a wry smile. “Remember when I said I didn’t like you?”
“Let me guess. You didn’t mean it?”
“Not a word. I like that no matter what you’re doing, you always have one eye on me. I like how you want to keep me safe and care for me.” She bit her lower lip and smiled. “I also like your body. It looks like it could make me feel real nice.”
“I’ll die trying.”
She got on her tiptoes, and I lowered my head. After days of wanting her and imagining what it would be like to kiss her, our lips met.
Her sinful, soft lips swept over mine, and a small moan sounded from her throat. I tightened my grip, our bodies melting into one another.
As our kiss deepened, I moved my hand lower and swept my fingertips along the curve of her ass. Our kiss became more demanding with tongues and teeth and raspy, fast breaths.
“We should go back to the ranch,” I murmured. “Find somewhere more comfortable.”
“We’re not going anywhere,” she said, nibbling my neck and thoroughly scrambling my brain. There was only one way to stop my body throbbing, and that was to give both of us what we wanted.
She peppered kisses beneath my jaw. “I want you now. It’s been forever and a day since I wanted to sleep with anyone. Help me remember what it feels like to live.”
The desire and the pleading in her voice were too much to resist. I couldn’t and wouldn’t wait.
I took her hand, and we skipped over the rocks to the blankets. I grabbed a towel from the backpack and began to dry her, carefully rubbing and massaging, making sure I didn’t miss a single spot.
When there wasn’t a drop of water on her body, she took the towel from my hands and rubbed down my chest, pausing at the waistband of my boxers.
“What do we have here?” She brushed her fingertips over the head of my straining and still-covered cock, and a sigh broke from my lips.
“You like that?” she asked in a husky voice...a fuck me hard voice.
“I’ll like it a lot more when we’re both naked with your hand wrapped around me.”
She grinned wickedly and got on her knees. “I think I’ll wrap my lips around you first.” She hooked her fingers into my boxers, and painstakingly pulled them down my legs. My rigid cock sprang out, and she licked it from root to tip.
“Damn, woman.” I buried my fingers in her hair and held tight. This wasn’t what I’d imagined, but I would take anything she offered. What man would refuse a woman who wanted to pleasure him using her mouth?
She glanced up at me, her molten eyes swimming with desire, then she wrapped her lips around my weeping tip and sucked deep.
My eyes rolled to the back of my head, and I had to tense my legs to stop from collapsing.
Chapter Four
Montana
What had gotten into me? I was on my knees in the middle of the Smoky Mountains by a waterfall in front of a man who made me have more wicked thoughts in a few days than I’d had in a lifetime.
Blow jobs weren’t something I ever offered, but I ached to make him feel good, ached to make him happy. The way he looked at me with his eyes all hooded and heavy left me buzzing way more than any drink ever had.
He didn’t seem to care I hadn’t shaved in days, or that my bra and panties were mismatched, or that I jiggled in all the wrong places. From the way his body reacted to mine, he liked me just the way I was.
I curved my hands around his taut and trembling thighs and took him even deeper.
“Jesus,” he rasped, then released a breathy, groaning sigh.
He was thick and rock hard, and I was sopping wet, desperate to feel him inside of me.
I was sure me being on my knees wearing only my underwear pleasuring a naked man was a sight to see. A terrifying thought shot through me. What if we’d been followed? What if someone was watching us? I looked up into his slack-jawed face and saw how he gazed at me like I was a goddess. I pushed my irrational thoughts away. I had to remember that right here, right now, we were the only two people in the world.
He placed his hands on either side of my face, guiding my head, trying to take control. I released his cock and flicked the tip of my tongue around the swollen head.
“Hands by your side, cowboy.”
I grabbed his hands and held them firm. Lowering my head, I took his silky balls into my mouth one at a time. The wobble of his legs told me more than any words could. He was as lost to me as I was to him.
He let out a long, slow whistle and ripped himself free before pulling me to my feet. “This wasn’t how I imagined my first time with you.”
Slowly and thoroughly, my fingernails ran through his chest hair and explored the rise and fall of his muscled abdomen. The way his body shuddered at my touch was a powerful aphrodisiac.
“What did you imagine?” I asked.
“I’d rather show you than tell you.”
“What are you waiting
for?”
A pink flush colored his cheeks. “Not here. Someone might come by.”
I tilted my head and smiled. “Are you blushing? Who’s the paranoid one now?”
“I’m not much for public displays of affection.”
I cupped his heavy balls in my hand and gently squeezed. “Too late for that.”
“We should go back to the house where I can show you exactly what I’ve been imagining.” He cleared his throat and swallowed hard.
“Nuh-uh. We’re staying right here.”
Surprise showed in his eyes. “Where’s the woman I met a few days ago? The one who thought the world was out to get her?”
“I told her to take a hike for a while.” The impatience in my words was evident. I stepped back and pulled off my sports bra. The murmured “hot damn” under his breath made me grin, and I especially enjoyed how his cock jerked and jumped at the sight of my tits.
His gaze traveled up and down my body. “You sure this is what you want, Montana? Here and now?”
I licked my lips and shoved down my panties. “What do you think?”
“I think you’d better get over here.” He pulled me into his arms. His hard, naked body against my soft, squishy one was the most exquisite feeling in the world, and something I could easily get hooked on.
He caught my lips in a deep, rough kiss that hid nothing about what he wanted and how he wanted it.
Somehow, we ended up on the blanket in a mess of skin and limbs. And somehow, I ended up on top of him with his cock trapped between my legs, the flared head massaging my clit.
I let out a shuddering breath and straddled him but didn’t allow him to penetrate me. His cock lay along the length of my folds, and I moved back and forth.
To anchor myself, I splayed my hands on his chest and dug my fingers into his skin. Dylan reached up and swept his fingertips over my nipples until they were rock hard and throbbing. He pinched, and my gasp of surprise turned into a throaty moan.
“You like that.”
“What makes you say that?”
“This,” he said and tweaked hard. Heat flowed from my breasts down to my clit. Goosebumps dotted my skin. I needed to feel him inside me, thrusting, fucking, making me scream.
“I bet I could make you come just from playing with your tits alone.” He positioned his hands under my breasts and took their full weight in his palms. His thumbs circling around and around my aching nipples.
“With the way I’m feeling, you probably could.” Giddiness mixed with impatience, and I ran the tip of my tongue over my lower lip. “Do you have a condom?” I prayed to God he did.
“What do you think?”
“I think yes.”
“One way or another I knew today would be the day we would fuck until neither of us could see straight.”
“Where’s the condom?”
“What’s the hurry? I’m enjoying sliding between your slick folds too much to stop what we’re doing.”
He took my nipples between his fingers and played and tugged until they throbbed. I rocked back and forth, delirious with the need to come. I wasn’t sure if I’d be able to orgasm from him playing with my nipples and breasts alone, but I was damn close.
Leaning back, I anchored my hands on his thighs and thrust my chest skyward.
Dylan wrapped his hands around my waist and flipped me onto my back.
“The first time you come will be on my mouth. I want to remember the taste of you every time I jerk off.”
He positioned himself between my legs and spread my thighs wide, and when he closed his hot mouth over my clit, I cried out. My hips lifted off the ground, and I pushed against him.
My hands found his head, urging him to suck, lick, and nibble until I exploded.
My breaths came in fast, short bursts. “If you don’t make me come soon, I’m going to pin you to the ground and sit on your face.”
He chuckled softly. “Maybe later, but for right now...” He fastened his lips over my clit again and sucked deep, and I swear I levitated off the blanket. I plowed my fingers through his hair while my hips bucked and moved in circles. The trembling ripples inside me swelled, becoming more powerful, more forceful, more intense, signaling I was close to losing my fucking mind.
Drunk or sober, I couldn’t recall ever feeling anything like the electrifying sensations washing over me, through me.
His fingers snaked up my body and found my nipples, where he pinched and teased, massaged and kneaded.
He worked his tongue in concentric circles toward the center of my clit.
A few seconds later, I tumbled. My orgasm took hold and shook me to the core. Spasm after spasm gripped every muscle in my body while Dylan continued to pleasure me, taking all I had to give.
The undulating waves of my climax lasted an eternity, and my moans scared the birds and critters from the trees.
He licked again and again, and another mind-stealing climax rippled through me.
I flopped onto the blanket. I was done. Dead. A goner.
“Am I in heaven right now?”
He answered by kissing his way up my body, stopping at my nipples to pull each one into his mouth. When he reached my lips, he kissed me with what felt like reverence. While continuing to worship me with his tongue and lips, he moved his hand between my legs and gently tapped a fingertip against my clit.
“I can’t. I’ll combust if you don’t give me a minute.”
He nuzzled his lips into the crook of my neck. “A minute’s too long.”
Dylan
Montana wasn’t the only one in danger of combusting.
She was a woman who knew what she wanted and wasn’t afraid to go after it or voice it. That was one of the many things I liked about her.
It’d been a while since I’d been with a woman as responsive as her, or as vocal about her pleasure. On the circuit, there were plenty of buckle bunnies and lonely women who gave it up to every guy in a cowboy hat with a Southern drawl.
I was no saint and took advantage of what was offered, but they were nameless, faceless fucks that didn’t do anything other than scratch an itch. They weren’t like this. They weren’t like her.
Montana coming on my mouth was more of a turn-on than anything I’d experienced with any other woman in my life, and that was saying something.
Leaving her side for a second, I rummaged around the rucksack and found the condoms. When she saw the full pack, she raised an eyebrow then laughed. “You really did think you were going to get lucky today, huh? Several times over, it seems.”
“You telling me it didn’t once cross your mind?”
“Only every second since the day you knocked me down.”
“That day on my horse, you knew exactly what you were doing when you were wiggling your ass against my dick.”
She batted her eyelashes innocently. “And I thought I was being subtle.”
I took out a condom, which she snatched from between my fingers. She tore the pack open and eyed my cock. “Before I put this on, I want one more taste. Get over here.”
“That’s a request I can’t refuse.”
I got on my knees and straddled her chest so she could take my cock into her mouth. Montana positioned herself on her elbows and grabbed the back of my thighs, then guided my dick to her lips.
With no build-up, she gobbled every inch of me up.
My balls threatened to spill down her throat, but I gritted my teeth and steeled myself against the inferno looking to be set free.
Using the tip of her tongue, she probed my weeping slit, but before we both got carried away and I forgot my name, I coiled my fingers through her hair and eased myself from her blissful lips.
She blinked slowly, her pupils wide and trusting. The way she looked at me all sweet and innocent was one of those moments I wanted to freeze forever.
I plucked the condom from her fingers and rolled it on. “Get on top of me, baby. Ride me like a bronc.”
She laughed and gave a delighte
d shake of her head. “I can’t believe you just referred to yourself as a horse.” She eyed my dick. “You’re certainly hung like one.”
“I promise I won’t try to buck you off.”
“Try all you want. I’m not going anywhere.” I lay on my back, and Montana got on, trapping my cock between her folds.
“I’ve thought about this for quite a while,” she said and swept her soaked slit along my length, sending us into a frenzy.
She grabbed the base of my dick and lined herself up before slowly, oh so slowly sinking down, down, down.
Both of us hissed out a breath that ricocheted around the grotto, and when she was fully seated, we both stayed still, lost in the sensations flowing between us.
She began to move, her magnificent tits swaying back and forth, hypnotizing me, mesmerizing me. She was tight, hot, and wet.
Reaching back, she fondled my balls. She squeezed and rolled them between her fingers causing my hips to lift off the blanket. I gripped her waist and slammed her up and down harder, harder, faster, faster.
My eyes tried to close, but I forced myself to keep them open. I didn’t want to miss a single second of this. Didn’t want to miss a single second of watching her. Or a single second of seeing pleasure twisting her face or flushing her skin.
Her inner muscles clenched, and from her increasing moans and the way her face contorted, I could tell she was close. I needed to feel her climax. Needed to feel her clamp down on my dick.
She released my balls and brought her fingers to her clit and began pleasuring herself. My mouth watered, and my eyes locked on to her dancing fingers.
I smacked her ass. One side and then the other. Her slick arousal soaked my cock, and her moans and groans soon melded into a soul-wrenching orgasmic cry. She shuddered and shivered, her inner walls milking me. When my name fell from her lips, I was done.
Rearing up, I slammed into her. Fire ripped through my balls and up my spine, and on a rough, guttural groan, I came so fucking hard I might have passed out for a second.
Our movements petered out, and with my help, she eased herself off me and flopped onto the blanket.
For the longest time, we lay side by side in a sweaty mess, looking up at the tree canopy.
