Noah’s Reckoning: Alaska Dating Games Book 3

by Doyle, S

  I shook my head. “You’re letting me off the hook when you shouldn’t be.”

  “I’m letting us both off the hook. Neither one of us could have stopped that. And if it helps, it’s totally the wrong time of the month. I just finished my… you know… the other day.”

  “Your period.”

  She glared at me. “I was trying not to use that word with you.”

  I huffed out a laugh. Now was not the time for modesty. “Hope’s Point doesn’t have the day-after pill, if we get rescued today, back to Anchorage tomorrow—”

  “The pill is good for up to five days,” Olivia said.

  “It’s called the day-after pill,” I pointed out.

  “It’s supposed to be taken as soon as possible, but it’s effective up to five days. We’ve got time is all I’m saying.”

  “Then we’ll get you to Anchorage as soon as possible.”

  She swallowed and nodded her head but there was something in her eyes. Something that looked like sadness. As if by laying out what the smart choice was, I’d taken something from her.

  “What?”

  “What?” she asked with her eyes wide.

  After a minute she started fidgeting.

  “Olivia, talk to me.”

  “It’s just that you said we were going to do it again—”

  “Yeah, we are. I won’t come inside you again.”

  “Oh.”

  “I’ll come other places,” I said in a low voice. Because thinking about those other places made my dick twitch.

  “I guess, then, I have to bring up the thing I didn’t want to really think about,” she said. She looked straight at the fire instead of at me when she did. “If you and Jenny are a couple—”

  “We’re not.”

  Now she was looking at me.

  I shrugged. “We’re friends. That’s it. I figured you might have worked it out when I told you we weren’t fucking. Do I look like the sort of guy who is going to wait a month to fuck someone I wanted, who wanted me, too?”

  Okay, I suppose I was that guy when it came to Olivia. But that’s because there had been obstacles. Obstacles that simply couldn’t hold up against passion.

  “We didn’t do anything wrong, Liv. We’re here. It happened. It was good. I want to keep doing it. I’m pretty sure you do, too.”

  Slowly, she nodded.

  That made me smile. Olivia admitting that she wanted me. “Yeah, I thought so. Come here.”

  “Where?”

  I pushed back from the fire and spread my legs so she could fit between them. I patted my thigh. “You come sit here between my legs and I’ll feed you rabbit.”

  “You’re going to feed it to me?”

  “Yeah. I need you full of energy for round two.”

  “Yes, but you don’t have to feed me, that’s silly.”

  Ornery. Always ornery, my Liv. At least my Liv for right now.

  “Sure I do. I want to feel your ass pressed against my dick. I want to feel your hair rub against my face. I want to feel your tongue when you lick the meat off my fingers. Now. Come. Over. Here.”

  She crawled over the small space and I put her exactly where I wanted. Between my legs, her back against my chest. She rested her head against my shoulder while I pulled pieces of rabbit apart and fed it to her.

  It was a sort of tease and I fucking loved it. Her in my arms, me wrapped around her. Feeding her the food I’d caught for her.

  Who the fuck knew I was this guy? This guy who wanted to own every piece of a woman. Who wanted her to belong to him. Only Olivia. I wanted every last cell of her.

  “Now, tell me what you like.” I said softly into her ear while she chewed on her dinner.

  “What I like?” she repeated her voice a little breathy. I had never heard it like that and it was arousing as fuck.

  “Sex. What do you want me to do to you? What do you like?”

  “Uh…what you did before was okay.”

  “Okay?” I asked, knowing it was more than that and wanting her to admit it.

  “Better than okay,” she quickly amended.

  “You’re shy about sex. Is that it?”

  “I told you it’s been a while. And no one has ever really asked me this kind of stuff.”

  Yeah. She’d been tight as fuck when I first pushed inside of her. Almost made me blow my load right then.

  “Okay then,” I said as I took a bite of rabbit. Not much though. For every two bites I gave her, I took one smaller one.

  “Okay what?”

  “If you can’t tell me what you want me to do to you, then we’ll just have to do what I like.”

  I could feel her little, all-over body squirm.

  “Okay.”

  This was going to be one hell of a night.

  * * *

  Ark

  “Lick it, just the head, Liv.”

  She gave me her tongue and I groaned. This was going to be excruciating. We were naked, I was on my knees my ass resting against my heels, and she was on her knees in front of me, bent over, giving me what she’d admitted was her first blow job.

  “Right here,” I said, holding my cock in my hand, pointing to the slit where there was already a drop of precum. “Taste that. See what you think.”

  Without hesitation she wiggled her tongue in there and, oh fuck, that felt good.

  “It’s musky,” she said, looking up at me. Her eyes were dilated.

  “You want more?”

  She nodded. Leave it to Liv to fucking want to be top of her class in blow jobs.

  “Take as much of it as you want. You’re in control of this.”

  I got up on my knees and leaned over her running my hand down her back and over her ass, until I reached her pussy. I dipped a finger inside and found her soaking wet.

  “That’s right, Liv,” I said, stroking her even as she took the entire head of my dick into her mouth. Her tongue swirling around it, like she was discovering the terrain of some new foreign planet. “You’ve got to want this. You’ve got enjoy the pleasure you’re giving me, or it won’t work for either of us. You’ve got to get off on the control.”

  She released me then and I nearly whimpered. “Control? Over you?”

  Figured she would like that. I moved so that I was stretched out on the sleeping bag fully on my back with her kneeling between my legs. Fuck, how many times had I fantasized just this scene.

  “Yeah, Liv. When you’ve got a guy’s dick in your mouth, you own him. He’s helpless against what you’re doing to him.”

  She smiled and reached out to claim my cock like it was her very own sword. Her hair was a mess over her shoulders, her nipples were hard little peaks. Her mouth. That fucking mouth was already slightly swollen.

  And when she bent over me again, it was with serious intent to drive me out of my fucking mind. Up and down, taking me shallow then slowly taking me deep. Always with her soft lips and tongue swirling.

  I didn’t have to tell her to cup my balls, she just did it. Softly pushing them against my body in a way that rolled them gently. My heels dug into the cabin floor, I could feel my thighs tighten up.

  “Back off, Liv,” I rumbled.

  If anything, she went harder at me, faster. I reached for her hair and tried to tug her off.

  “I’m serious, I’m going to blow, and I don’t know if you’re ready for that.”

  Except instead of backing off, she reached her hand up my chest placing it over my nipple as if she was holding me down. Forcing me to accept what she was doing to me.

  “Fuck!” I came hard. Feeling jet after jet shoot into her mouth. When it was over, she stayed with me, her tongue and lips not stopping. The sensitivity was almost unbearable and almost better than the orgasm. Finally, I couldn’t take it anymore. “Stop. Stop, Liv.”

  She straightened and I watched as she rubbed her thumb against the corner of her mouth where my cum had dripped. Then she plopped that thumb into her mouth and sucked it.

  “That was fu
n,” she said in this low, throaty voice even while she crawled over my body like she owned it.

  I knew then I was in trouble.

  * * *

  Ark

  “Get there, Liv.”

  I was on my knees taking both our weights. She was draped over me her back against my chest, my cock up deep inside her, while I worked her clit with my thumb. My other hand played with her tits. She loved to have her nipples pulled and pinched hard. She didn’t have to tell me that, I was quickly becoming an expert in what Liv liked in bed.

  But I could feel myself getting to that point, and I started to snap my hips harder against her ass. She panted, she moaned, but that wasn’t her coming sound and I needed that fast.

  “Oh God, Noah, don’t stop. Don’t stop.”

  “Can’t fuck you forever, Liv,” I growled into her ear.

  “Try.”

  I would have laughed if I wasn’t so desperate to hang on. I pulled her nipple hard as I swiped my thumb over her clit in a slow roll.

  “Noah!”

  There it was. The way she squeezed herself around me like she could suck my cock into her and never give it back.

  Hold on! Hold. On.

  As soon as I felt her come down from her high, I pushed her forward so I could leave her sweet pussy and finish on her ass.

  “Number five,” I said in a huff against her. “Grab your shirt, and I’ll clean you up.”

  “Technically, it’s past midnight,” she said, reaching to grab the T-shirt we had been using as a sex washcloth.

  “What’s your point?”

  “So it’s a new day,” she said over her shoulder with a wry smile. “Which means a new score. That was only my first orgasm of today.”

  I held her steady as I took a second to look at what I had done. My jizz all over ass. Why the fuck that was sexy as hell I didn’t know, but it was.

  Then I cleaned her up and tossed the shirt in the corner. The stench of sex had long taken over from the smell of cooked rabbit.

  She laid out on the sleeping bag with this graceful, long stretch that arched her back and tilted her head. I ran my hand along her, free now to touch her as I had always wanted to. To revel in her body, her beauty.

  In Olivia.

  “Five,” I said. “Rummy starts over, but this is a running total.”

  Because my goal in life right now was to give Olivia one million orgasms and that wasn’t physically possible in one day.

  I stretched out next to her and pulled her up against me spooning her from behind. Just like I had that first night. Only this time, one hand was cupping her breast, the other her pussy and my softening dick was nestled up against her ass.

  This was much better.

  The blanket wrapped around us, we were fed, warm, sated. I thought if it took the guys another few days to find us, that would be okay by me.

  9

  Olivia

  I was pretty sure I was going to die from sex, and I decided that was an okay way to go. Noah and I were apparently insatiable. Or maybe…making up for lost time?

  Because the way we were here, in this cabin, it was like we should always be doing this. Always kissing and touching and sucking. And fucking.

  It was morning and as soon as we had woken up, we reached for each other. This time he was on top of me, rocking his hips into me slowly, inexorably, even as he ravaged my mouth.

  Eventually his thrusts became heavier. I loved when this happened. This was the part where he wasn’t focused on me and making me come. This was when he started to take for himself.

  A little harder. A little rougher. A little more out of control.

  I reveled in it.

  I wrapped my thighs around his waist, my heels knocking against his ass as he pumped inside of me.

  He lifted his face and I cupped his cheek. Loving that deep green color in his eyes. The same as when he was angry with me.

  “You close?”

  I nodded.

  He panted. “Might have to finish you with my mouth.”

  I squeezed my arms and legs around him. “No, stay.”

  “Can’t, Liv.”

  He looked like a man suffering on the rack, but I stayed locked on his gaze.

  “Stay, that will make me come.”

  I wouldn’t let him go. Wouldn’t let him pull away from my embrace.

  A curse, one last, hard thrust then I felt it. Felt him jerking and coming inside me.

  I was right. It did make me come.

  “Noah,” I whispered as my body exploded with the kind of languid, easy pleasure I had never really experienced.

  Rolling off me, he was on his back. Grunting and panting. I turned toward him even as I could feel him dripping between my legs. “I’m sorry,” I said. “Are you mad at me?”

  “That wasn’t smart,” he said tightly.

  “I know. I just…”

  “What?” he pressed.

  “I like it.” I wasn’t sure how to explain it. Only that it felt right to have my man come deep inside of me. Which was ridiculous on several levels. The primary reason being I could hardly consider Noah mine. The second and more obvious reason was the risk of pregnancy. I was a career woman, I couldn’t have a baby.

  Well, of course I could. But did I want a baby? No. Maybe. Someday. Ugh.

  He lifted his head and kissed the top of my forehead. “I like it, too,” he muttered.

  Then he sat up and it was my turn to groan.

  “Got to get the fire going then check on the traps.”

  Right. That whole survival thing was still in play.

  “Two days since the storm passed. They should find us soon.”

  He stepped into his jeans without his boxer briefs and I knew it was because when he got back to the cabin after he did what he needed to do, we were going to fuck again.

  Because we couldn’t not do it.

  “They should.”

  He stepped outside to do his morning business. Then he was back and getting the fire started.

  “I think I can do that now,” I said, pointing at the fire. “Unless you don’t trust me.”

  Noah backed off and handed me the flint without blinking. “You got it. I’ll head out and see if we caught anything for dinner.”

  “Will you be gone all day again?”

  Was that wistfulness in my voice?

  He walked over and dropped a kiss on my lips. “Shouldn’t take me long to check the traps. Then I’ll be back, and we’ll figure out what we want to do for the rest of the day.”

  He wiggled his eyebrows. I laughed and hit his shoulder.

  Then his face changed like he was considering something. “Been going hard at you, Liv,” he said in a low and throaty voice.

  “I know. I like it,” I whispered back.

  “You have to tell me if it’s too much.”

  I said nothing because it would never be too much. Not with Noah.

  He cupped the back of my head with his hand and pulled me close for another kiss.

  Then he was gone, and it was strange. Like there was this piece of my body suddenly missing. I shook my head and went to work on starting a proper fire. In no time I had it going without smoking out the entire cabin. I did my morning business and used some melted snow to clean me up as best I could.

  The only thing left to do was to sit and wait.

  * * *

  Ark

  This was sick. Just picking up dead rabbit was making me hard because now I knew I could go back to the cabin.

  Back to the cabin, back to Olivia. Back to her pussy.

  I started trudging my way through the snow anxious to see her though I doubted I’d been gone more than hour.

  Pussy crazed. That was the only explanation for it. She was someone who had I fantasized about since the day she told me an ark was a boat and she was going to call me Noah.

  Now that I’d had her, it was making me crazed with lust.

  That’s all this was, right?

  No reason to
get anxious about how I was feeling. No need to worry I was practically running to the cabin to get to her. I thought about what was going to happen when we got off this island. We both needed to head to Anchorage. Not just for the sake of the pill.

  I was going to have to report to management about the decision to blow Lizzie. Maybe after that, I could take a couple days of vacation. Spend some time with Olivia at her place. We had to handle the pill thing, but then I would buy all the condoms in fucking Anchorage.

  After that?

  After that. No, I didn’t need to go there. Too much to think about. All we needed to worry about was now.

  Now, in this cabin, we couldn’t keep our hands off each other. That was all that mattered.

  Next time, though, there was absolutely no coming inside of her. No matter how bad I wanted it, no matter how bad she wanted.

  I like it.

  That’s what she’d said, and it nearly gutted me because it shouldn’t make sense but it did.

  I pushed past a clearing of bushes and saw the cabin and this rush of feeling came over me. Desire, anticipation…

  Happiness.

  It occurred to me that’s how I always felt when I was around Liv. Frustrated, annoyed and…happy, excited.

  Now that I knew I was going to walk through that door, screw her brains out and make her come a bunch of times, the frustrated and annoyed feelings were gone. Leaving just the happy and excited.

  I could see a curl of smoke coming out of the chimney. Of course she’d figured out the fire. Because not only was she beautiful and the best fuck of my life, she was also brilliant.

  If I had shown her how to make a snare trap to catch a rabbit, she probably would have figured that out, too.

  Olivia was the full package. And for now, in this place and in this time, she was mine.

  * * *

  Cal

  “There it is, up ahead. I can see the smoke,” Eli said.

  “Told you he’d handle it,” Jackson said, coming up to stand next to me. “Born and raised Alaskan man.”