We go about setting up our campsite. First, I lay out the tarp on the ground where we’ll be staking down the tent. Then I have her help me push the tent poles through the slots and stake it down with a hammer. My tent is a nice-sized, two-room tent, which works well for Sam and me. But for Mercedes and me, one side will be for our bags, and the other side will be for us.
“This is brand new,” Mercedes says from outside the tent.
Hunched over inside, I pop my head out through the door and see her holding the mattress pad I bought yesterday. I take it from her hands. “Yeah, I’ve never used it before.”
“Why not?” she asks, bending over and coming in behind me.
I squat down to open the box. “I just do a sleeping bag usually.”
“So you bought this for me?” she asks, brows furrowed.
I shrug. “It’s not only for you. If I’m fucking your brains out tonight like I plan to be, this will save my knees big time.”
She laughs and shoves me on the shoulders, nearly knocking me backward onto my ass. “You are such a horny bastard sometimes, you know that?”
“Says the smut writer,” I repeat my burn from our earlier texts. Her jaw drops as I add, “Seriously, how do you have any street cred in the romance community if you’re this much of a prude?”
“You fucker!” she squeals and jumps on top of me, easily knocking me backward this time as she falls down on top of me.
I laugh and groan as my back hits a lump on the ground. “Ow!” I cry, my hand flying out to shove myself away from the apparent boulder below us. “See? This wouldn’t have hurt if you could have kept your hands off me long enough to get the new mattress pad laid out.”
“You are such a dick!” She giggles and digs her fingers into my sides to try to tickle me.
It’s completely ineffectual.
I laugh at her tongue darting out as she focuses so damn hard to get me to squirm. But honestly, all it’s doing is causing her to squirm. And with all this squirming, and her draped over the top of me, it’s no wonder my body finally reacts.
Her hip catches on my erection, and she inhales sharply. She releases her lower lip from her mouth. “Seriously?” she asks, pinning me with curious eyes.
I reach up and pull her hat off, flinging it off to the side and cupping her stunning face in my hands. “Seriously.” I pull her face to mine, connecting our lips and rolling us over, so I’m on top. I break our kiss and husk, “I’m only doing this without the mattress pad once, so I hope you can control yourself a little better once I give you an orgasm.”
She giggles and gasps when my hand steals down the front of her shorts and swipes over her pussy lips. I push two fingers inside her, and she moans out my name right in my ear, the moisture of her hot breath sending a riot of need straight to my cock.
“Always so fucking wet,” I growl and suck hard on her neck, knowing I’ll be leaving a hickey.
I pull back and watch the angry red patch deepen in color. The image of my mark on her has my fingers working even faster inside her. She’s rocking her sweet little hips up into my hands so shamelessly, I know she’s dying for more. And fucking hell, so am I.
“Take your shorts off,” I husk, pulling my hand out of her panties and grabbing my wallet out of my pocket.
She sits up and takes the foil packet from my hand. “I want to put this on.”
My brows lift. “All right.”
She bites her lip and unzips my jeans, her brows knitting together as she focuses. When my dick bobs out in front of her at eye level, I hear her inhale slowly. She’s so fucking hot, staring at my cock like it’s some sort of painting in a museum she wants to ponder for a while.
It’s so sexy I have to look away.
When she takes me in her hand, I assume it’s to finally roll the condom on, but when my tip is hit with wet, hot heat, I look down to see her perfect pink lips wrapped all the way around my head.
“Fuck, babe,” I groan loudly, my voice strangled in my throat as she sucks me into the back of her throat. She drags her tongue along the underside, stroking a vein that’s sensitive to basically fucking everything. “Oh fuck, babe,” I state again slowly, grateful I’m capable of forming coherent words right now.
She’s got her tiny hand fisted around my base and is pumping me in perfect rhythm with the bobbing of her head. God, she’s sexy. I reach down and grab her two braids, fisting them in my grip and guiding her motions on my cock. When I thrust gently into her throat one time, she moans loudly around my dick.
I think I might cry.
I do it again, and she moans some more, almost like me fucking her mouth like this is just as pleasurable for her as when I fuck her sweet cunt.
“Mercedes,” I warn, but she ignores me.
“Mercedes,” I say again, and she ignores me further, instead of moving her hands down to play with my balls.
“Babe!” I roar and yank my dick out of her mouth and away from her grip.
She’s panting for air, taking in big gulps of oxygen, her mouth still hanging open. Lips still wet and raw from all the sucking and licking. “What?” she croaks, seemingly annoyed.
“You give a great fucking blowjob, but unless you want me to blow it in your mouth, you have to stop, or I won’t be able to fuck you.”
“Blow it in my mouth,” she states, reaching for me again.
I bend over and press my forehead to her shoulder. “Are you fucking kidding me?”
I feel her head shaking. “No, I’m serious.”
Jesus fucking Christ, what am I going to do with this girl? I look up at her seriously. “Later,” I snap, hunching over to grab the condom she abandoned on the ground and ripping open the foil packet.
I hold out the slick rubber to her. “Put this on me so I can fuck you from behind on your knees.”
Her eyes fly wide with excitement. She’s clearly okay with this change in direction now, and she focuses all her attention on my throbbing, wet dick as she rolls the Magnum over me.
I help her yank her shorts and panties down, and she quickly shucks off her button-down and turns on her knees in only a bra, her ass up in the air, poised and ready.
God, yes, she’s so fucking beautiful. Perfect round ass. Small, bowed waist. I spread her knees farther apart and hike her hips up a little. Pressing my palm on her lower back, I glide my hand slowly up her spine so her chest drops to the ground. I position my fingers along her slit and find her pussy ready and waiting. Pressing my dick into her heat, I find where I need to be and thrust in, deep and fucking hard.
We both moan loudly in response to how deep I can get at this angle. When it’s obvious she’s not going to be quiet, I quickly high-five myself for scoring the secluded campsite far away from nosy fucking neighbors.
“This isn’t going to be soft, babe. Are you good with that?”
“Yes, Miles, fuck me!” she cries, her voice strangled, her need evident.
And that’s exactly what I do. I grab her sexy little braids, and I drill into her sweet pussy until we both fall over the mountain…together.
Miles Hudson was meant for the wilderness. He doesn’t have that mountain man look that so many Colorado guys have, but he has the look of a man who likes fresh air and wide open spaces. Probably because he’s so big. But seeing him out here in his jeans, work boots, and a long sleeve, white Henley pushed up on his forearms in the setting of big pine trees, mountains, and lakes in the backdrop, it’s like he’s found his place in heaven.