“Don’t be sorry,” he said, and leaned in to kiss her once more, wanting that anxiety to disappear from her face. With his hand, he pushed her fingers between her legs. “Just wanted to remind you that this is a joint effort, darlin’.”
His fingers pushed against hers, and together, they parted the hot, wet folds of her sex, delving deep. She inhaled sharply and her hand relaxed under his. She was going to let him guide her. Her eyes were open wide, and she stared up at him, even as he kissed that full, delicious mouth.
Colt pressed her fingers over her clit. Pushed, and then stroked back and forth, rolling the small nub with the movement. Her eyes fluttered shut for a moment and an aching, intense look swept over her face. “Oh, sweet lord.”
He gently moved her fingers back and forth, his fingers using hers to stroke that sensitive bud. Her mouth parted, her eyes shut, her head tilted back as he rubbed her clit slowly, surely, evenly. The movements were measured and precise, and he knew that would drive her crazy over time as she wanted more, needed more. And fuck if she wasn’t beautiful in her intensity. He watched her, writhing, hips raising in response to each measured stroke of his fingers. Her breath was coming in sharp little pants of need. He leaned down and kissed her neck, enjoying the tremors that rocked through her body. Her legs had fallen open wide, and she lay splayed beneath him, totally open to his touch, his cock—whatever he wanted to do to her, she’d let him. He liked the thought of that.
Her hand jerked under his, her fingers flexing. She made a soft, little circling motion with her fingers over her clit, and he felt her body stiffen. Ah. She was going to come. He wanted to watch this. Colt raised his head and his fingers pressed down harder on hers, and he mimicked the swirling motion she’d done. Her breath caught. He forced her to rub harder, faster, and then she bit her lip. She inhaled sharply, then exhaled hard, and the circles she was rubbing grew tighter, and harder, her eyes squeezed shut. He felt her legs tighten a little, felt her quiver, and then she let out a long, slow breath, a sigh of relief. Her legs relaxed and her fingers stopped their rubbing.
She’d come while biting her lip and being entirely silent. Another habit she’d picked up from good ol’ Allan? He didn’t want that. He wanted her screaming his name to the stars. So he continued to rub, enjoying that her body trembled with an aftershock as he stroked her fingers over her sensitive clit again. Her hand tried to pull away, but he kept it there, and rubbed again. Again, another aftershock trembled through her. Beth Ann’s eyes opened, and she gave him a dazed look of surprise, and he leaned in and kissed her hard, possessively, even as he continued to rub her clit. This time he went straight for the small, circling motions she seemed to like. Her hips tilted in response and she moaned softly.
That was better. “Keep rubbing yourself, darlin’.”
“But, Colt…I—”
“Came. I know.” He kissed her again to silence her protest, and continued to rub. She squirmed a little under him. “You can do it again for me. Keep rubbing.”
Her fingers twitched, and then she took up the rubbing again, her gaze flicking over him with hot need. He liked that she watched him while she rubbed herself, as if she was thinking about how he’d feel deep inside her. And fuck if he wasn’t thinking about that now, too.
“Keep rubbing,” he rasped. His hand slid away from hers and his fingers trailed down the slick valley of her pussy, to where she was silky and damp with need. Her sharp little breaths jerked as he rubbed his finger against the opening of her sex, teasing her. She was so wet and hot underneath him. He slid a finger in, and was surprised to find her tighter than he’d thought. Had she not had sex in a long time? Oddly enough, that pleased him. He stroked his finger deep inside her and was rewarded with her little gasp. With his next stroke, he added another finger and then another, stretching her. His cock was thick, and he didn’t want to hurt her.
He felt a tremor pulse through her legs, her pussy. “Colt,” she gasped. “I’m going to—”
He thrust his fingers inside her again, hard, and she gave a small, broken moan in response, her hand trembling over her clit. The tremor rocked through her body and he knew she’d come again. The moan had been an improvement, at least. Her hand slowed, her fingers toying with her gleaming, wet flesh. He leaned down to taste the slickness and she moaned anew at the feel of his mouth and tongue flicking against her fingertips, her pussy. She was delicious and so, so wet.
“Keep rubbing,” he told her.
Her small moan sounded like a protest. He slid his fingers from her body, reached for the condoms and tore one off. He ripped it open and rolled it down the length of his cock, noticing that her gaze followed his movements, suddenly hungry again. Her fingers began to circle once more, her eyes avid as she watched him. As he looked down at her, she licked her lips, and the sight of that pink tongue drove him insane with need. He grabbed her by the waist and hauled her up against him, pulled her in for a searing, hot kiss. She kissed him back, and her hand slid away.
“No,” he said softly. “Keep touching yourself.”
“But—” The look she gave him was clouded with desire and confusion.
“Turn around,” he said. “On your knees. Cheek on the ground. And keep touching yourself.”
She trembled at that, but obeyed. His hands slid over her beautiful, soft skin as she turned, presenting him with a full, lush ass. He couldn’t resist the urge and lightly slapped one full buttock. She jumped.
“Still touching yourself?” He slid a hand to her damp sex, feeling for her fingers, and was pleased to notice that she was.
“Yes,” she said breathlessly.
“Good,” he murmured. His fingers moved over the small of her back—fuckin’ beautiful, that little spot of flesh—and gently pushed her downward. “You ready, darlin’?”
As he watched, she nodded and pressed her cheek to the rain slicker. Her entire body quivered, and she was biting her lip again.
He moved behind her and with his knee, gently nudged her own apart. “I can’t see your face this way, darlin’. You’re going to have to tell me if it’s good or not, okay? We won’t go on until it’s good for you.”
“O-okay,” she breathed, and shifted a little, parting her legs even more for him. Good girl.
His hands rested on her ass for a moment—so sweet and plump. Damn, she had a nice ass. Even though his cock was killing him and he wanted nothing more in the world than to sink it deep inside her, he forced himself to stop, stroking the smooth flesh of her buttocks. So damn lovely. She liked that, too, judging by the soft little sound of pleasure that came from her throat. He ran one hand down her spine. “You still touching yourself, darlin’?”
“Yes,” she said, and the sound came out as a half-breathless sob. Her hips rolled a little at the response, as if seeking his cock. His hand went to the base of his shaft and he guided the head against her wet, waiting heat. Her entrance was slick and so hot that he nearly came right then. His fingers clenched against her ass. Her hips did that little roll again and she moaned.
He stopped.
“Colt, please,” she said in a low voice.
“Tell me what you need, Beth Ann.” It was sheer torture not sinking deep inside her, but he wanted to hear her voice. Wanted to know that she was with him all the way. So he nudged the crown of his cock against her tight opening and waited.
She wiggled below him, another moan rising from her throat. “Please…”
He tapped a hand lightly on her ass. “Tell me.”
“Push,” she panted. “Push deep.”
He pushed in, groaning low in his own throat as her tight warmth threatened to suck him deeper. One nice, hard thrust and he’d be seated to the hilt inside her, her pussy so tight and hot around him. Fuck. Why was he torturing her—and himself—with this?
“Deeper, Colt,” she moaned, reminding him. Ah, yes. There was nothing fucking sweeter than her moaning his name. And since she’d asked so damn nicely, he pushed deeper, until he was about ha
lfway in. His teeth were gritted with restraint, and he gave her a shallow thrust, only to feel her entire pussy spasm around him. And oh fuck, that felt so good that his eyes nearly rolled back in his head.
“Deeper, Colt,” she panted. “Oh please…deep…hard…”
“Still touching yourself?”
“Y-yes,” she sobbed. “Oh, Colt…”
“What is it?” he asked, thrusting shallowly again, torturing her with only a taste of what he could give her. “Tell me what you need.”
“Colt, please.” Her voice quivered and then a moment later, she said, “I need you in me.”
He growled and slammed deep into her, pushing all the way in, hard. His breath exited his throat in a hiss. Goddamn. She felt amazing. Her pussy clenched around him like a hot little fist, squeezing his cock. She was incredibly tight. “Like that, darlin’?”
She gasped, inhaling sharply.
He froze, worried he’d hurt her. She was so tight.
“Again,” she moaned. “Again, Colt. Please!”
His hands dug into the flesh of her soft hips and he growled low in his throat, thrusting hard once more. She felt so good he wanted to keep thrusting and thrusting until he filled her up. Pound into her until she was seeing stars, blissed out of her mind.
She cried out again, and this time he realized she was calling out his name.
And fuck if that didn’t cause him to nearly lose it. He slammed into her, over and over again. Thrusting hard. Pounding into her.
And she kept repeating his name, her voice broken and gasping, every word moaned almost incoherently. And she didn’t stop moaning. “Again, Colt. Again. Oh God, again.”
As if he was ever fucking stopping. He thrust into her, his entire body moving with the force of each pumping thrust, and he watched her hips rising to meet his thrusts, her blond hair spread out on the rain slicker, her eyes squeezed shut as she moaned, and she still rubbed and rubbed between her hips, even as he thrust into her. So he thrust harder, and faster, because he wanted to fuck her until she couldn’t do anything but yell his name.
And then she screamed. Her pussy clenched around him, milking him tight, and her entire body shuddered. Her hips jerked—she was coming. And she was screaming.
And it was the hottest fucking thing he’d ever heard. His own orgasm roared through him. His cock jerked deep inside her and he bit out her name as he came, his release pouring forth with a rush. He ground his hips into her plush ass as he came, letting the wave of sensation carry him.
Damn.
That had been intense. Amazing. Mind-blowingly hot. He ran a hand over her ass one last time, and then slipped out of her, turning away to roll off the condom and toss it into the fire. When he turned back to look at her, she was still in the same place, sprawled, her ass in the air, as if she didn’t have the energy to move.
He chuckled at that. He’d fucked her into a stupor. He liked that. Colt lay down beside her and pulled her against him, and she snuggled close, still breathing as hard as he was.
“You okay?” he asked, panting. He ran a hand down his chest. He was all sweaty. Too bad there wasn’t a shower—or a river nearby. Of course, he couldn’t take her to the damn river. She’d know he’d been lying to her, and then he’d have some serious explaining to do.
“I think I died just then,” she said in an exhausted voice. “Died and all my bones turned to water.”
He leaned in and kissed her temple. “You’re welcome.”
She thumped his chest lightly, seeming to recover a little. “You’re so arrogant.”
“Of course I am,” he said, just a bit smug as his hand ran over her ass and cupped one cheek, tugging her even closer to him. Her skin, even sweaty, was as silky as the rest of her. He wanted all of it against him. “You were screaming my name just a minute ago and calling me your ‘sweet lord.’ It’s enough to bolster any man’s ego.”
“Oh lord,” she said, burying her face against him.
“There you go again.”
“I’m so sorry,” she said, cupping a hand over her mouth. “I didn’t realize I was being so loud. I tried to stay quiet.”
“Quiet’s for nuns. If I want you to be silent, I’ll give you something big and hard to shove into your mouth.”
She laughed and thumped him again. “You’re terrible.”
“I know.” He wouldn’t mind seeing how much noise she made with his dick in her mouth anyhow. Maybe tomorrow, if she was amenable. He certainly was, and he’d be more than willing to reciprocate. “So,” he said, running a hand up and down her bare arm. “As one-night stands go, how’d that do?”
“It pretty much rocked my world,” she said dreamily.
Fuckin’ right it did.
Her hand slid to his stomach and stole to his side, and then he felt her fingers dance along his ass. “Night’s not over yet, though.”
“We seem to be on the same page, darlin’,” he said with a grin.
She smiled and snuggled close, and he tucked her chin against his chest, content to hold her for a few minutes and let his dick recover. That had been some of the best sex he’d ever had. And she was right; the night was young yet. Damn, but this was turning out to be a good day, rain and all.
Not what he’d expected from the weekend, but he’d been more than happy to be proven wrong about a great many things.
“You want to go inside the cabin?” he whispered against her hair. “We might be able to find a clear spot next to the woodpile.”
She didn’t answer.
He glanced down and saw her eyes were closed, her breathing regular, her mouth slightly slack with sleep. Her hand still clasped his ass, as if he were a prized possession she was afraid to let go of, even in her sleep.
And even when he chuckled, he didn’t wake her up.
Well, plenty of time for morning-after sex, too, he supposed.
SIX
Beth Ann was cold. She’d been so warm moments before, and so she turned in her sleep, reaching for the warm body that had been there before. “Colt?”
“Here, darlin’,” he said softly, and then she was pulled back against a warm, broad chest. Her hands slid between them, instinctively looking to slide into the warmth between their bodies, and encountered his cock, hard and erect.
That caused her to wake up. Beth Ann opened her eyes, blinked, and stared up into Colt’s angular face.
“Mornin’,” he said, and that dimple appeared under two days’ worth of beard stubble.
She blushed, realizing she still had her hand curled around his cock, and her bare breasts were pressed against his chest. Her nipples hardened even as she thought about it. “Hi.”
He leaned in to kiss her, and she grimaced, turning her head. “I probably have morning breath.”
“Here,” he said, and reached over her to grab a bottle of water. She took it from him and swished her mouth, and then swallowed a couple mouthfuls before handing it back to him.
“All better?” he asked.
She nodded.
“Good.” And he rolled onto her, bearing her down to the ground. His mouth was on hers and his tongue thrust into her mouth, claiming her quickly, and she sighed in response. Oh God. The man should not be able to kiss like that. She should be feeling dirty and ashamed this morning. She’d done something cheap and tawdry and she’d jumped this beautiful, hard man…and she wanted to do it again. As he sucked on her lower lip, she moaned, remembering last night and all the delicious, naughty things they’d done.
That had been amazing. Sex with Allan had never even been close to that, and he’d been her first—and only. With him, sex was usually missionary, and only minutes long. When they’d been in high school, he’d taken time with her breasts and to kiss her, but as the years had worn on, it had basically turned into an endless string of quickies. He’d give her a cursory kiss, a flick on the breasts, and then fuck her for an unexciting minute or two, and then they’d go on with their day.
She hadn’t realized until
last night just how much she’d missed being kissed and teased. Her hand stroked his cock, and she was pleased with the way he groaned against her mouth. “Someone’s awake and alert this morning,” she said softly.
“Reveille,” he muttered, moving to her ear and licking the shell of it.
When his tongue dipped into her ear, it shot a bolt of pleasure through her body and she whimpered. “Reveille?”
“Up at dawn,” he murmured.
“Every dawn? Lucky me.” Her hands moved to his buttocks and then up his back, and she hooked one leg behind him, trying to pull him down against her.
He groaned, still kissing her fiercely. His beard stubble scratched her face, but she didn’t care. Her fingers slid to the front of his chest and she plucked at his nipples, liking how flat and hard they were. Just like the rest of him. When she raised her hips, she felt the hard length of him against her pussy and she suddenly wanted him deep inside her again.
“Wait,” he said, and fumbled for something nearby. “Condoms,” he said between kisses.
“Hurry,” she said softly. Her fingertips grazed his nipples. She didn’t want to lose this moment. She wanted to make love to him and go back to that place of madness and desire all over again. She wanted to see if he could take her there again this morning, or if it’d be disappointing now that the edge had been taken off her desire.
She heard the crinkle of the wrapper, and then he shifted, rolling the condom on. He continued to kiss her, though his kiss had become a little distracted, turning into small nibbles against her lips instead.
And then he was over her, sliding between her widespread thighs. Oh. They were going to do missionary, then? She experienced a stab of disappointment…that just as quickly vanished as he pushed deep into her, seating to the hilt. She gasped, her hands clasping his slim hips. Oh God. He was buried deep so fast, and the stretch of his girth had given her a little tight twinge, but now that he was deep inside her, it was…really nice. He leaned down and kissed her again, deep, hard, and oh, she liked that. And he thrust.