Love Song(82)

Jesus Christ.

I choke back a groan. But looking at her right now, I share that sentiment entirely. She’s a sight to behold. Her hair in that messy braid, dark strands falling onto her face. Perky breasts hugged by that tight tank top. Long legs emerging from those indecent denim shorts. She’s so beautiful it almost hurts to look at her.

“Yes,” I say, my voice hoarse. “It would be.”

Our eyes meet again.

“Take your pants off,” she says.

This time, the groan slips out. I’m always the one bossing her around, and my dick twitches at her commanding tone. He likes it.

“If I do that, there’s no going back,” I warn.

“I don’t want to go back. Back is boring. I want the here and now.”

I’m usually a lot smoother than this, but my fingers are shaking as I undo the button of my pants.

“Zipper,” she prompts.

I drag the zipper down.

“Take it out.”

Jesus, someone with this many freckles shouldn’t be saying those words. I’m already stiffer than a post as I take my dick out, wrapping my fingers around it.

Blake licks her lips, and damned if that doesn’t get me even harder.

She reaches for her backpack and pulls it toward her by the strap while I sit there with my dick in hand, watching her remove a small blue pouch and unzip it. When she stands, she’s holding a condom.

I raise a brow. “Were you planning to seduce me on our hike?”

She smiles. “No, it’s my emergency pouch. It has everything in it. I brought it for the lip balm, but we might as well take advantage of the condom.”

“Might as well,” I agree, even as I worry this is a bad idea. Which is ridiculous, really. We’ve been fooling around every day. Sex shouldn’t make a difference. But it does.

She tosses me the plastic packet. I catch it but don’t rip it open yet. I’m too distracted by her undressing. She peels off her top, revealing the skimpy triangle bra underneath. Then she takes that off too, baring her breasts at the exact moment that lightning strikes again, brightening the shadowy space we’re occupying to offer a perfect view of her perfect nipples.

My mouth runs dry. I can’t tear my eyes off her. She undoes her shorts, wiggles out of them. Panties disappear next. She’s fully naked when she climbs into my lap, and I’m shaking again.

Resting her hands on my shoulders, she presses her lips to mine in a slow, teasing kiss. A hint of tongue and a lot of temptation. I could probably stop this now before we let it get too far, but I don’t want to. Instead, I thread my fingers through her hair, tighten it in my fist, and bring her face even closer, deepening the kiss.

I swallow her quiet whimper. I’m obsessed with every sound that escapes her lips. I want to kiss every inch of her body, but there isn’t much of an opportunity for foreplay here. Not on this dirt-covered floor. It’s also uncomfortable as hell, but it’s difficult to dwell on that when her hands are roaming my bare chest. Then I blink and she’s pushing me down onto my back.

I shove my backpack under my head as she eases my pants and boxer briefs off my hips. I run my fingers over her skin. It’s impossibly soft, like silk beneath my fingertips, which are calloused and rough from years of playing guitar. It feels criminal to be scraping them over her perfect flesh.

I kick off my pants, and something sharp digs into my bare ass. Maybe a pebble, hopefully not a rusty nail. I don’t care, because I’m rock-hard and Blake is putting a condom on me. She rolls it down my shaft and squeezes, igniting a burst of pleasure.

When I reach between her legs to test her readiness, I discover that she’s soaked. Jesus. She’s never been this wet before. She lowers herself onto me, letting my cock slip in one inch at a time until I’m so deep inside her, I feel like she’s a part of my body. It feels as incredible as I knew it would. A feeling of complete…fucking…belonging.

For the first time in my life, I don’t want to be anywhere else. Just here. Inside this girl.

Her pussy grips me like a hot glove, squeezing my shaft and rippling around me each time she rises and then sinks down again.

“Feels so good,” she whispers. Her hair falls like a curtain over us as she bends down to brush her lips over mine.

“Yeah?” I whisper back. “You like that dick?”

She moans, and I swallow the sound with another tongue-tangling kiss. Then I break away and watch her as she starts to move. She rides my dick slowly, drawing out every tight glide, every rotation of her hips each time she’s seated fully. Her pussy is so tight and warm, and I suddenly curse the condom, because I can’t feel her wetness, but I see it clinging to the latex every time she lifts up. I want to feel her soaking my dick, damn it.

When her eyes close, I keep one hand on her hip but slide the other up to her face, cupping her cheek. “Keep your eyes open.”

Her eyelids flutter open.

“I want you to look at me as you fuck me, okay?”

She nods wordlessly, and I stroke her hip in encouragement, groaning my approval when she rides me a little faster. I need her to come. I’ve seen what she looks like when I send her over the edge with my tongue, my hand, my fingers. Now I need to know what it’s like with my cock lodged inside her.

My breathing goes shallow as her hips undulate in a slow, dirty rhythm. That pebble digs into my ass cheek again, bringing a sharp sting that matches the sting of pain in my chest when Blake’s nails scrape my pecs a bit too hard. Her face is flushed. Hips moving faster.