by Shaye Marlow
Who was still freaking cumming. Those tight contractions drove the breath out of me, made me slam my fist against the bench and drive into her again, because I couldn’t help myself. The sensations weren’t ebbing, the tightening, the throbbing, the feeling that I’d just blown apart, was still flying apart, continued. She was going to drive me insane. Or kill me with pleasure.
We were both gasping, laughing, cussing, shaking. Her eyes rolled back in her head, and I was right there with her, hanging on for dear life. It was the holy grail of sexual pleasure, so intense, so amazing, I knew I’d never forget, and I’d never be the same.
THEA
There weren’t really words for my amazement, for my pleasure—and even if there were, I wasn’t thinking in words yet. I was in an incoherent, endorphin-spiked fog, and everything was rosy.
I didn’t remember putting my life vest back on—maybe he’d put it on me. It applied almost unbearable pressure to my breasts as J.D. drove us back to my place.
I thought, maybe, it would be safe to say I was in shock. But one thing was certain: Everything had changed. I was tingling all over, sore in the best possible way, now really glad I’d worn the skirt—and I couldn’t wait for J.D. to help me out of it. I wanted to be naked with him, wanted to see him, all of him—the big picture—at last.
He pulled us in to Lane’s dock, and gave me a hand up out of the boat. I smiled up at him, feeling shy now. Now that we weren’t in the heat of the moment, now that I hadn’t had two rapid-fire glasses of sangria. I still wanted him, for sure, but it seemed like… my inhibitions were quickly setting in.
Had I wanted him to see me naked? He had a perfect body, whereas I was carrying a few extra pounds. My tummy was rounded, my thighs were rounded, my butt… hell, every part of me was a bit rounded. I jiggled when I moved. If I were to ride him again, naked, I’d jiggle all over. And J.D. would be watching.
Biting my lip, but not quite dragging my feet, I let him pull me along. Up from the shore, across the lawn, past the main building.
In the relative privacy of the back yard, he slowed to match my pace. “You okay?” he asked. “You’re being awful quiet.”
“Just… amazed,” I managed.
“Me too,” he said with a grin. He squeezed my hand. “Thank you.”
I burst out laughing. “Are you kidding? Thank you.”
His teeth were very white in the rich gloom of evening. “You’re most welcome,” he said, making me laugh even harder.
We were approaching the steps up to my cabin. I took a deep breath. “Did you still want to—” I gestured toward the little building, and realized my mistake. Dammit, I’d just assumed he’d want more. Did I seem as desperate as I felt? “I mean, if you want to call it a night…” I really shouldn’t be greedy, and there was the little matter of revealing my roundedness.
He stopped, studying my expression. “If you want me to. I imagine you’re sore, and—”
I blew a raspberry. “Because you’re so cripplingly huge, right?”
“Incredibly, stupendously, pleasurably huge,” he corrected, smiling down at me. “Want me to tell you a secret?”
I was skeptical, but leaned close anyway. He was charming, and I wanted to play his game.
He caressed my face, his eyes serious.
I swayed closer, wanting to know what he had to tell me. Wanting to hear anything that came from those kissable lips. My eyelids lowered to half-mast as I remembered him singing to me. Maybe I could get him to do that again, and maybe this time, it’d be just the two of us—and I could do all the dirty things I’d been imagining.
He was just a breath away, his azure eyes filling my vision. I’d always thought blue eyes were kind of cold, but not his. Hot enough to melt the polar ice caps, his were.
I tilted my chin up, forgetting everything but a sudden need for his mouth on mine.
“Once you go black, you never go back,” J.D. said.
I was confused for all of three seconds, until he caught his black T-shirt, and gave it a little tug. Then, laughing, I swatted at him, but of course he moved like a ninja, and I missed. I took another step in his direction, and he danced farther back. I cut off his escape, then chased him up the steps. He probably could have vaulted the railing, or parkoured his way onto the roof and then bounced off a few trees before shitting out a rainbow, but he didn’t.
He let me corner him on the deck. He held up his hands, trying to look scared.
“Ha! I’ve got you!” I crowed, holding my arms out so he couldn’t slip by.
“Yes,” he said, oddly serious. “You do.”
“But what should I do with you?” I asked, stepping closer.
“Anything your heart desires. But I do have some suggestions if you’re looking for ideas.”
“What if I demanded… a kiss?”
He shrank back, looking desperately around for help before appearing resigned to his fate. “Just… be gentle,” he pleaded. He then closed his eyes, and braced himself.
I gazed at his face, eyes squinched shut, mouth puckered, and I really wanted to kiss him. But, I also wanted to embrace his playful side and mess with him. So, I yanked his shirt up, and kissed his nipple.
The caress was gentle, as requested, but he still jumped. He sucked in his breath, and the tiny bud hardened instantly. I looked up into his eyes as I held his shirt up, as I leaned back in, and flicked my tongue over him.
He groaned, a deep and lovely sound that I was coming to know quite well. I felt powerful, having him cornered like this, pressing him up against a wall as I teased him. I didn’t stop at his nipple. I traced my tongue along the curve of his pec, and over to the other one as I bumped my fingertips down his abs.
Oh, my. He was ready to go again.
His next sound was a little higher-pitched, more of a moan. “Would you maybe… like to take this inside?” he asked. “I would so like to get you into an actual bed.”
I curled my hand around his neck, and tugged him down for the kiss I’d demanded. It was hot, and wild, and I didn’t bother to let go of his cock. Instead, I squeezed.
“Is that a yes?” he managed, already maneuvering us toward the door.
“Mmmm.” I was devouring him, leaning into him, intent on possession—and he wound up against the wall again. He didn’t seem to mind. He let me pin him there for several long, hot seconds as our tongues tangled.
Then he grasped my butt, and lifted. “That tastes like a yes,” he muttered, fishing for the doorknob. He found it, and I stuck my tongue in his ear. He was caught somewhere between a groan and a laugh as he stumbled through the entry.
I landed on my bed, and he landed on top of me. He was still kissing me, his thigh pressing between mine, his hand up my shirt.
“Oh yes,” I panted, hooking my leg around him, more than ready for round two.
“Um. Guys?”
We both froze at the sound of a voice that was ostensibly not either of ours. I looked to the side.
Mitzi was sitting on her bed. “I’m so sorry,” she said. “I just thought I should let you know I was here, before—you know.”
“That was very considerate of you, yes,” I managed as J.D. climbed off me. “I thought you were staying with what’s-his-name tonight,” I said, sitting up. She’d hit it off with the orgasm-capable brunet, and had been spending every spare moment in his tent.
“Cameron? Naw,” she said, swinging her legs over the side. “He had other priorities.” She wore night pants, and a thick pair of glasses over eyes slightly reddened and completely devoid of makeup.
“I’m sorry things didn’t work out,” I said, just realizing my shirt had ridden up and was caught under my breasts. Blushing, I tugged it down.
Her breath hitched. “Don’t be. He was a douche. Here.” She stood. “I’m gonna take a leisurely walk to the outhouse, give you lovebirds a few minutes alone, okay?”
Before I could formulate a response, she was gone.
J.D. pounced.
; “Wait, wait, wait,” I said, fending him off.
“But…”
“We don’t really have time to do anything anyway.”
“It’s called a quickie,” he informed me.
I laughed out loud. “But, I want the full experience. Plus, I doubt we have time even for that.”
“We could go back to my place,” he said, changing gears. His hand was on my ankle, sliding upward.
I shook my head. “Mitzi’s upset. I should probably stick around, make sure she’s all right.”
J.D. sat back, head tilted, eyes narrowed. “I’m trying to find a delicate way to put this, but… isn’t Mitzi with a different guy every night?”
I sighed. “She is, but I swear, she falls in love with every one of them. Some harder than others,” I added.
He groaned, riffling his hands through his hair as he looked around the cabin. A few moments later, he sucked in a breath. “Okay. Okay, I can cope. A little anticipation never hurt anybody, right?” His look said he might’ve needed convincing.
He was so gorgeous with his hair sticking up in every direction, looking desperate and wanting, that I couldn’t not give him something. “While we’re waiting for her to come back, we could… I dunno… fool around a little.”
He was on me so fast, he muffled the last syllable. Our moans mingled as he pressed me back on the bed.
I loved the feel of his weight, the hardness of his muscular body pressing me down. The bulge of his erection, letting me know how much he wanted me. The calluses on his hands were a little rough, his touch urgent but gentle.
He rolled us, pulling me on top, and those hands were everywhere. He didn’t just hit the hot spots. He roved as far down my legs as he could reach, kneaded my lower back, threaded his fingers into my hair. He had me so damn distracted, so damn quickly, that all I could do was enjoy.
Several long, luscious minutes later, Mitzi clattered through the door. J.D. and I pulled apart, straightening ourselves. Or, in J.D.’s case, bending himself into a boner-hiding pretzel. Only after stifling a giggle at his predicament did I really take a look at my roommate.
Mitzi was disheveled, her hair falling over her face, her clothes askew. And… hadn’t she left wearing glasses? She tugged on her shirt, trying to right it, and pushed at her hair as she gave me a goofy, satisfied smile. So much for being upset.
“Really, Mitz? On the way to the outhouse?”
“On the way back from, actually,” she said, sprawling onto her bed with a sigh. She pushed her arms up over her head and stretched like a cat, her smile downright dreamy.
“It wasn’t Cameron, was it? You really shouldn’t let them come back for a booty-call whenever—”
“Nope. Not Cameron.” She giggled.
J.D. had been incredulous at first, but now he was giving me a slightly grumpy look that clearly said, ‘She had time for a quickie.’
“So, a fishing guide, then?” I asked.
Mitzi turned on her side to look at me. “Oh, it wasn’t a fishing guide.” She chewed her lip, and normally I didn’t give a hoot who she was currently banging, but there was just something about the circumstances, something about the expression on her face…
“So… who was it?” I asked. “A guest?” I began mentally scrolling through faces.
She sat up, wincing a little. “You’d never believe it.”
“Try me.”
“Well… he was really hairy,” she said.
I rolled my eyes. “You don’t even know his name?”
She shook her head, biting her lip again. For some reason, she was having trouble meeting my eyes.
“Go on,” I said.
“And he was really tall. And dark.”
I frowned, trying to match ‘tall, dark, and hairy’ with my mental roster of guests. One of the Bigfoot hunters, maybe? I’d seen a lot of them in at the coffee shop, but probably not all.
She was watching my face. “Ahhh, it’s too crazy,” she said. “Never mind.”
My curiosity? Totally piqued. “Tell me. Please.”
Her gaze flicked to J.D., then she licked her lips, and leaned forward. “Promise you’ll keep an open mind?”
Something weird was definitely going on here. “Promise,” I said. “You’re looking at someone who believes in Bigfoot, so, yeah.”
She got a funny look on her face.
“What?”
“Tall,” she said. “Dark. Really dark. And hairy. And he wasn’t wearing any clothes.”
I stared at her, feeling my mind spin into the ditch. And explode.
“Are you saying,” I said slowly, my voice extremely level, “you went out there, and had sex with Bigfoot?” I waited for her ‘gotcha!’.
It didn’t come.
“I just—I stepped out of the outhouse, and he was standing there. He was so big and magnificent, and at first I was a little scared. But then he turned to look at me, and our eyes met, and he just had this look. Like when you go to the grocery store, and you meet the eyes of a hottie over a mound of ripe oranges. He was interested, you know? And I was drawn to him, so damn turned on just holding his gaze. I barely even felt my feet move—”
“Wait. Just—wait. You’re saying you had sex with Bigfoot.”
J.D. had looked stunned at first. Now, disbelief appeared to be warring with the urge to laugh. I hoped to hell Mitzi didn’t glance his way.
“Well… yeah,” she said. “It was amazing. He was so strong and wild. Like an animal.” She moaned, her hand against her throat.
I got up, crossed to her, and braced my hands on the bed to either side of her legs. It was partially to block her view of J.D., and partially because I was very, very interested in what she had to say. “I’m going to ask you a question, and I need you to be completely honest with me,” I said.
She nodded, her eyes widening as she noticed my proximity.
“Are you fucking with me?” I asked.
“N-no.”
“Bigfoot, the genuine article, caught you on your way from the outhouse?”
She nodded.
“And Bigfoot, the real deal, put his penis inside you?” I asked, needing to lay it out there, to let her hear it in the simplest of terms.
She nodded again. “He was really big,” she whispered.
“What position?” I asked, in one last, desperate effort to call her bluff.
“Um… Is it still called doggy style if you’re standing up?” she asked.
And I saw, in her wide, guileless eyes, that she was telling the truth. “Son of a bitch,” I said.
Then I ran outside.
J.D. followed. “You can’t think—” he began.
“Sh!” I said, holding up a hand as I looked at the ground. I didn’t want to deal with his skepticism, not right now. What I wanted was to find proof.
He sighed.
“Look, you can help me search, or you can go home,” I said.
He was silent for a few moments. “What are we searching for?” he finally asked.
“Any trace. Footprints, hair. Bigfoot himself,” I said, peering into the trees.
We spent ten minutes inspecting the area around the outhouse—and finding nothing more than her glasses—before I retrieved Mitzi from the cabin. “Where was he standing?” I demanded.
She showed me, and still, nothing. No fur, no footprints. Just some tamped-down, torn-up moss to bear witness to the event.
“Well, which way did he go?” I asked, feeling frustrated. Bigfoot had been right outside my cabin, had mated less than fifty feet away, and I’d missed him!
She pointed. “That way, I think.”
After another ten minutes, I still hadn’t found a single hair. Bigfoot was gone without a trace.
So, I’d lost Bigfoot… and I’d maybe lost J.D. as well. He was still physically present, but acting distant. And why shouldn’t he? I’d snapped at him, and dragged him on a wild goose chase.
The mosquitos had driven Mitzi back inside, and I finally followed. She
’d crawled under the covers and was obviously trying to go to sleep, but I wasn’t done with her yet.
I parked myself on her bed while J.D. hovered just inside the door. “Tell me everything,” I said. “How he moved, the sounds that he made, his color, the length of his fur, everything.” I was really, really tempted to try and get a semen sample from her, but guessed she might stop talking to me, at that point.
She groaned. “Theee-a,” she whined. “Can’t we do this tomorrow? A round of good lovin’ really takes it out of a girl.”
“You might forget details by tomorrow,” I insisted. Didn’t she realize how big this was?
She settled more deeply into her pillow, and gazed truculently at me through mostly-closed eyes.
“I’m not gonna let you sleep,” I said, “till you dish.”
She closed her eyes for several moments, then cracked them open, found me still there, and made a frustrated sound. “I’ve told you everything!”
“I doubt it. Surely there’s something else you remember. Some little detail,” I coaxed.
She seemed to look inward for a moment, and blushed.
I was kind of scared to ask. But of course, I did. “What is it?”
“After we were done—it was the most amazing thing, just perfect—” she sighed. “But, I doubt you’d appreciate it.”
I gave her my best threatening glance.
“All right, all right! Sheesh.” She looked away, and her next words were quiet. “Afterward,” she said, “he gave me a firm slap on the ass, to let me know I’d done a good job.”
The hair on the back of my neck stood on end. I looked at J.D.
He was staring at Mitzi, the same realization ripening on his face. “Those shits,” he said.
“What?” Mitzi asked.
“I think your Bigfoot lover was one of my brothers.”
“But… they’re blond,” she said.
“He was wearing a Bigfoot suit, I’d guess.” His hands tightened into fists, and he thumped one of them against the doorframe. “Dammit, I knew it.”
“Well,” Mitzi said, “if it was, could you tell him to stop by anytime? I’d be up for a repeat.”
