It turned me on in a way I would never have guessed, though I’d watched enough soft porn over the years to know that people pleasuring one another turned me on. My guy could tell, too, and he let his fingers trail up my thigh.
Not wanting to tease him any longer I leaned in and pulled his face to mine. His lips were soft and full, and when they pressed against mine I could already feel my pussy tighten in delight.
There was something so hot about not knowing his name, his job, his past. The only thing that mattered was the present, and presently his tongue met mine, causing me to moan in delight, without a thought to censoring my volume.
I wanted him, and I wanted him to know it.
His kisses were aggressive and needy, desperate just like mine. I knew I could jack him off there in the water, but that wasn’t what I wanted. I wanted to give back like he had given to me. I wanted to fully enjoy the length of his cock, and the only way to do that was to put it in my mouth until I gagged. I wanted his come in my mouth, on my tits, on my face.
And I wanted it now.
“Let’s get out of here,” I said, pulling away from him.
“I know where to go,” he said, not thinking twice. I liked his take-charge attitude, and I let him take my hand and lead me out of the tub.
I took a sharp breath as I saw his massive cock, hard and in plain view. His back was toward the couple, and I was the only one around to enjoy what he flashed. His eyes took in my naked, wet body, and he didn’t hide his dimpled smile.
Grabbing my robe, I also picked up a towel and tossed it to him. Wrapping it around his firm ass he took my hand back in his own and led me in the opposite direction of the serenity garden, to a part of the property I hadn’t been to before.
“Where are we going?” I asked, my bare feet walking across the cold stone walkway. “I didn’t put on my boots.”
“Don’t worry, I know a place right around the corner,” he said, with his back to me. “And when we get there, neither of us is running away until we’ve gotten what we came for.”Chapter SevenNot asking any more questions, I followed him to a cabin. A fire burned, and yellow flames flickered behind a grate. I warmed instantly, my feet under a bear skin rug.
“Is this your place?” I asked, realizing it was much homier than the cabin my friends and I had rented. Piles of books sat on the coffee table, a laundry hamper was in the corner, and a sink of dirty dishes completed the home-like feel of the place.
“No, this is my buddy’s place. He works here as a masseuse, and a few friends and I came up for the weekend.”
“Oh, I see,” I said, glad I wasn’t being led back to his own house. I didn’t really want to get tangled up in his real life. Right now, all I wanted was to pick up where we left off the night before. No names. No questions. No real life. “Will they be coming back anytime soon?”
“Nah, my friend has a client tonight, and the guys you met—Jed and Ethan—have some night hike or something planned. No one will bother us, I promise.”
“So … it’s just us,” I said. Not wanting to talk about his friends anymore, I untied my robe.
“Just us,” he said, moving towards me, his towel still wrapped around his taut body. “Are you going to tell me your name?”
“Nope,” I said, dropping the white terrycloth covering to ground. “And I don’t want to know yours.”
“What do you want?” he asked, biting his lip, an eyebrow raised.
“I want your towel off.”
He nodded slowly, a smile spreading across his soft lips. I wanted him to run them over every inch of my skin. He dropped the towel, and I saw his cock—not as hard as before, but that had more to do with the cold walk we had taken to get to this cabin than with my naked body in front of him.
“I wanted to thank you for last night,” I said, strumming my breasts as I spoke. His pecs flexed as he watched, his body responding to my fingers pressing my nipples hard.
“Not necessary. It was my pleasure,” he answered, wrapping his arms around my body.
My skin tingled at his touch, and I rested my cheek against his chest as his hands found themselves between my legs, at my entrance. My heat rose as his fingers brushed softly at the folds they were familiar with.
I didn’t want to be a greedy lover, though, and I knew he would make me come tonight—but not now. Now I wanted to be on my knees.