“It’s not nice to tease,” he said, grinding out the words. “Take off the shirt.”
“Always so bossy.” She opened it another inch so he could see the edges of her round areolas and held it there for a moment before shrugging it off. The flimsy garment slid down her back and over his hands that were still gripping her perfect ass. Cupping her lush tits in her hands, she pinched her nipples and pulled them tau
t. “Is this what you wanted?”
“Fuck, yes.” He slid his hands upward, spanning her bare back and pulling her close as he flipped them around so she lay naked from the waist up, on the red sleeping bag. Dark purple and green bruises marred the olive skin of her side, where one of the thugs had kicked her. Another darkened the skin near her collarbone.
Rage rushed through him like a runaway train as he reached up to gently touch it. “I’m going to rip their balls off, roast them over a bonfire, and make the assholes eat them like s’mores,” he growled.
She licked her full lips and popped open the top button of her pants. “Not right now I hope.”
Lust battled with righteous fury, but as she lowered her zipper, revealing a swath ebony silk dotted with emerald-green hearts, he lost the ability to think about anything but her. “God, you’re beautiful.”
He slipped his palms from her back to curve them around her waist as she lay beneath him, open and vulnerable. He scooted down and dragged his tongue across the stretch of flat skin above her low waistband. He hooked his fingers under the elastic of her panties and tugged the center lower, delivering a kiss to the soft skin above her tight, dark curls.
She shivered underneath him. “Now who’s teasing?”
“Turnabout is fair play.” He murmured against her heated skin before sitting back and letting her panties snap back in place. “Now let’s get these pants off.”
“What about you?” Her gaze lowered to the bulge threatening his zipper and she licked her lips as she wriggled out of her pants.
He rolled back onto his heels and rose until he stood crouched over in the tent, and shucked off his slacks and cotton boxers. She sat up, her mouth even with the swollen head of his cock. Keeping her gaze fixed on his face, she wrapped her hands around his girth. His cock jumped at her touch. She grinned and stuck out the tip of her pink tongue, licking her way up the sensitive underside before swiping it across the head, wet with precum.
The temptation to tangle his fingers in her hair and slide his full length into her hot mouth nearly overwhelmed him. But if he did that there was no way he’d last long enough to bury himself inside her, let alone plunge in and out until she squeezed his dick with the power of her orgasm. Only then would he let himself go. He stepped back from her.
“Where are you going? I’m not done yet.” She leaned forward and engulfed his length, a hand cupping his balls with one finger extended to stroke the sensitive spot behind his balls.
Pleasure streaked up from the base of his spine and his thighs shook. He surged inside her mouth, her tongue caressing his cock as he moved forward. She hummed against him and he almost nutted on the next breath.
He clamped his jaw together nearly hard enough to crack a tooth and stepped back again. “Enough.”
“You don’t like?” The wicked upward turn of her delicious lips told him she knew full well just how much he did.
“I like it too much.” He pushed her down onto the sleeping bag. “But now it’s your turn.”
…
The slick nylon sleeping bag crinkled under Ryder’s back as Devin knelt next to her and slid her panties down her legs. Holding her ankles in his left hand so her feet pointed straight up at the stars peeking through the tent’s mesh window, he skimmed his lips down her legs. Setting an achingly slow pace, he licked, kissed, and nipped from her ankles to the back of her knee, setting fire to her skin.
He stroked the back of his fingers down the back of her thighs until his thumb rubbed against the center of her silk panties. “These have got to go.”
Ready to rip them in half herself so he would finally touch her aching core, she hooked her fingers into the waist band and, keeping her legs sky-bound, whipped them off. The cool island breeze tickled her damp curls as she spread her legs wide and rested her calves on Devin’s broad shoulders.
He growled his approval and traced two fingers around her wet folds. “So ready for me.”
Ryder’s nails dug into her palms, piercing the fog of desire surrounding her. “Please.”
His fingers circled her opening, making her shiver. “Not yet. I want to taste you.” He dropped his head between her thighs.
His hot mouth stopped millimeters from her clit, close enough that she could feel his breath on aching flesh. “Please.” She didn’t care if she was begging. She needed it. She needed what only he could give her.
“How could I say no to that?” He stroked her clit with his firm tongue before sucking the sensitive nub between his lips. Fire sizzled through her. His teasing fingers circled her wet opening as he continued his mouth’s soft assault.
Back arched, her entire body pleaded for more and she rubbed herself against his talented tongue. Answering her call, he increased the pressure. Needing to hold onto something solid so she wouldn’t slide off the face of the earth from the intensity of sensation, she twisted the sleeping bag in her hands.
He lifted his face from her center, his mouth wet with the evidence of her desire, and slowed the fingers stroking her opening until it seemed her pussy would implode with want.
Need reverberated through every cell. “Don’t stop.”