Page 34 of Smokin' Situation

Feeling the same hunger, I turned, holding his extended hand while I stepped into my boots. We gathered the things we’d brought with us, laughing while we hurried through the woods, following the beams of the flashlights until we were back on the front porch of the little cabin we’d claimed as our own.

Soiled clothing and tiny bars of soap were discarded seconds after the door closed behind us, followed by a trail of our damp clothing down the hallway leading to the bedroom. Backing away as he stalked toward me, I pulled my borrowed sundress over my head, tossing it at him after I sat down on the edge of the bed.

He paused in the doorway, stroking his hard cock while he stared at me, the ravenous look in his eyes making me almost feral with need as the moonbeams coming in from the window lingered on his face.

“Spread your legs,” he commanded, nodding toward them. “Show me that fucking pussy.”

“Get on your knees,” I countered, propping one foot up on the edge of the bed and lazily tracing my fingers through the wetness he’d caused. He didn’t even hesitate, dropping to his knees on the rug before me, licking his lips as he watched me with rapt attention. A heady sense of power coursed through me as I watched him slowly make his way toward me. His submission was intoxicating.

“Tell me what to do.” He met my gaze as his hands balled into fists at his sides, waiting for me to do what he asked.

“Kiss me.” I met him halfway, ghosting my lips over his and tugging on his lower lip with my teeth, enjoying the groan he let out when I bit down.

Harsh breaths filled the air between us, the tension heating up with every teasing kiss, each one becoming more desperate than the last. It’d been so long since I’d let myself feel something like this. Although it’d never been exactly like this before. I’d never felt so pent up with need, and I liked he was letting me lead. It would have been so easy for him to grasp me by the waist, throw me up the bed and just sink into me. And any other night, I might have enjoyed it, but right now, I wanted to call the shots.

“I want your tongue,” I gasped into his mouth, pulling him back with a handful of hair and urging him lower before I leaned back, fisting my hands in the comforter behind me. His mustache tickled the insides of my thighs as he teasingly traced his lips across my overheated skin.

“That doesn’t feel like your tongue.” My teasing tone shifted into something a little more wanton as glanced up at me from between the v of my legs, tracing the tip of his tongue along the crease where my thigh met my hip.

“You want this?” he murmured, flattening it and dragging it up my thigh and back down, lingering with his nose, nudging my clit before he dove in, taking a single lick up the center of my pussy. “You want me to taste how much I turn you on?”

“Fuck, yes,” I gasped as he gripped the backs of both my thighs, yanking me into his face and growling while he thrust his tongue inside me. “Lick that pussy, I need you to make me come.”

His feral groan of satisfaction was all the encouragement I needed to hear, suddenly craving the power I felt at his eager obedience. I’d never been vocal like this before, but there was something freeing about telling him exactly what I wanted and knowing he’d do it. He made me feel in control of him—of my pleasure—in a whole new way.

“Fingers,” I panted, gripping his hair and gyrating my hips into the movements of his mouth. “Fuck me with your fingers while you lick my clit.”

He whispered filthy encouragements into my skin while he did exactly as I asked, thrusting two thick fingers inside and curling them until I saw stars behind my eyelids. My orgasm gained speed quickly, barreling down on me with the raw power of a freight train. His tongue drew maddening circles on my clit as he pushed me closer and closer to release, his desperate moans and growls mixing with mine along with the filthy sound of his fingers inside my wet pussy.

“Oh God, I’m gonna come,” I moaned, arching my back and pulsing my hips into his ministrations, chasing the high I knew he’d provide.

“Fuck yes, sweetheart, all over my tongue,” he groaned, staring up at me through hooded eyes while his fingers hooked and pressed a place inside of me that might as well have been a detonation button. “Cover my face.”

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” I chanted as I came, gasping for breath, my body shaking while the movements of his fingers slowed, his tongue lingering with languid strokes as he cleaned up the mess I’d made.

Falling back against the comforter, I closed my eyes, my pulse hammering and my thighs shaking while he rained a line of kisses up my belly and lingered on my nipples, biting and sucking while I squirmed beneath him, completely overwhelmed by the way he owned my body.

His lips lingered on the dip of my collarbone, his tongue tracing the crease before he moved to my neck, licking a path up to whisper in my ear. “How do you want me?”

My eyelids felt heavy as they opened, meeting his desperate gaze. “Inside me.”

He grinned at my whisper, leaning forward to kiss me sweetly, his tongue stroking into my mouth languidly while he settled between my legs.

“I still don’t have anything with me,” he replied, lightly thrusting his hips against mine so I could feel how hard he was.

He may not have had anything, but I did. “Do you know where my purse is?”

“I think it’s by the front door.” A look of confusion flickered across his face, followed by a knowing smile. “Permission to raid your purse?”

Tristan

Leavingawarm,satisfied,entirely too sexy for her own good, giggling Rhey draped across the bed without a stitch of clothing on was not an easy feat. But if it meant I would be inside her sooner rather than later, it was a sacrifice I was fully prepared to make.

Following the trail of discarded towels, clothing and boots toward the front door, I spied the purse that Rhey had been wearing when I found her inside the truck. Thank God, she’d brought it with her, because while there were plenty of other things we could do to keep ourselves occupied, I needed the closeness of connecting with her fully. I’d revealed parts of myself to her I refused to show anyone else, and I craved her like a drug.

I also respected the fuck out of her for being upfront with me about her being involved with someone else. It would’ve been easy for her to push it aside and let things get physical between us without saying anything. I could admit that the thought of her with someone else made me a little jealous, but it had been long before we met, and from the sound of it, things were fizzling out between them. Thank fuck for that, because resisting her was an exercise in futility. Not one to hold back, I told her exactly how much I wanted her, and soon to beex-friends-with-benefits be damned, she was mine.

My fingers shook from the adrenaline, but I managed to get the zipper open, peering into the purse that from the outside seemed small. As I emptied the contents onto the coffee table, it appeared to have some magical Mary Poppins like quality as items keptappearing. Sifting through, I found another zipper pouch. Opening it, I found what appeared to be a full-blown mini sewing/first aid kit. Grabbing the discarded flashlight from the floor, I shined it inside, sighing in relief as I saw not one, but two condoms.

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