Adventure Lover: Take Me, Lover, Book 3 Page 4

  It had been too long, and her body felt tight and resistant despite the lust that sang in her bloodstream. Jill relaxed with deliberate effort and Ryan continued to work his engorged shaft deeper into her, unrushed, allowing her body time to adjust to the fullness of his penetration.

  Her flesh stretched around his cock, making her intensely aware of every bit of him inside her. He slid deeper, and the internal caress made her arch her back in silent demand, her hands gripping at him as she strove to take more.

  “Ryan,” she whispered against his mouth, rocking into him. “More. Please, more.”

  One more push, and he was all the way inside, buried to his balls, and she was so full of him, she couldn’t contain the sensation. Instinct drove her to move, lifting her hips, coming back down while his hands closed on her bare ass and he thrust hard into her.

  She wanted it to last, but she was too hungry for fulfillment to draw it out. She conveyed her urgency with her body and her lips, her tongue mating with his while he rocked inside her again and again.

  He sped up, taking her hard and fast, holding her hips while he pistoned into her. Her breasts slid against his chest, added stimulation making her nearly mindless with pleasure. The driving rhythm sent her over the edge, her body contracting and pulsing with his as they came together in a spending so intense the entire universe seemed to narrow to this moment.

  Afterwards, she rested her head on his shoulder, eyes closed, feeling boneless and at peace. He stroked the back of her head with one hand. The other rested at the small of her back. Their bodies were still joined, and she was going to have to move, but not yet.

  “You did do all the work,” she said finally.

  “You weren’t exactly a slacker.” His fingers caressed the beginning curve of her buttocks. The light touch made her shiver with delight. “Cold?”

  “No. I have this fabulous heated mattress.” Jill snuggled closer, curling into his warmth. “I never knew the outdoors came with amenities.”

  “I’m not going to spend the whole night on the bottom.”

  “Where are you going to spend the night?”

  “In you.”

  “I’m not going to be on the bottom. Rocks. Tree roots.”

  “I’ll make it worth your while.” Ryan’s hand trailed lower, moving down the crease of her buttocks, between her open thighs, until he touched their joined flesh.

  It probably would be worth it. Still. “Is there an alternative?”

  “Doggy style, but you said your knees hurt.”

  They did, dammit. That position would make it so easy for him to control the speed, and to reach around to stroke her in front while he took her from behind. But she wasn’t going there without a soft mattress under her abused joints.

  She raised her head and taunted him, “Woman on top, man on top, doggy style. Is that your whole repertoire? What kind of wild man are you?”

  “You want creative?” He pushed her off of him. “You’ll have to sit up, then. Also, we might bump our heads against the top of the tent.”

  “I’ll risk it,” Jill said, intrigued, amused and aroused all at the same time.

  He removed the first condom and opened a second packet.

  “Already?” she blurted out.

  “You inspire me.”

  Ryan sheathed himself again and sat with his legs crossed. He patted his thighs in invitation. “Climb on. Face me.”

  “Where do my legs go?”

  “Behind me, to either side.”

  “Okay.” Jill seated herself in his lap, spread her legs and curled one around each of his hips, opening herself to him and another new experience.

  His hands braced her, strong and sure. His legs were warm and hair-roughened against her bare bottom, and his torso brushed hers as she faced him.

  She scooted closer, wrapping her arms around his neck to hold on. Her sex pressed against his shaft, not positioned to join yet, but the intimate contact made her want more.

  She wanted him inside her. The first time hadn’t sated her. Instead, it was as if she’d opened Pandora’s box and a flood of hungers and desires were now let loose. If once only made her want him more, where would she be after the second time he took her?

  Jill didn’t know, couldn’t guess, but she’d come this far and she didn’t intend to stop now. She tilted her head back and offered her mouth to Ryan.

  Chapter Five

  Ryan eased Jill back, just a little, enough to take full advantage of the access she was giving him. Her lips were dimly visible in the moonlit tent, lush and inviting. His imagination colored them a darker shade of rose, changed from pale pink by the alchemy of his kisses.

  He didn’t want to let her go even that slight distance from him. He wanted her body fully against his, joined with his. His penis felt heavy with need, throbbing in eagerness. She’d felt so good wrapped around him, first the velvet of her lips and then the hot, wet silk of her sex gripping his shaft.

  He’d claimed an oral reward for his first-to-get-naked prize, but it wasn’t the depths of her throat he wanted to spend himself in again and again. He wanted her just like this, legs spread wide open so he could push deep inside the swollen petals of her sex, and fuck her mindless.

  It wasn’t supposed to be this way. He wasn’t supposed to need more than a simple release. Wasn’t supposed to want his hands all over her and his mouth following behind his hands. He shouldn’t still taste her on his tongue and feel the imprint of her mouth on his as if she’d branded him.

  She ran her tongue over her lower lip while she waited for him to act, her eyes half-lidded.

  He bent to capture that tongue, drawing it into his mouth, sliding his along the length of hers. She tasted rich and sweet. Female. His for the taking.

  His hands tightened on her, digging into her soft flesh while he devoured her mouth and she only made a happy, purring sound and angled her jaw to let him take all he wanted.

  The sound maddened him. She wanted him the way a cat wanted a toy or a treat. He wanted her with a ferocity that threatened to snap his control. He wanted her on her back, under him. On her knees, ass upraised and receptive. But she wanted to curl in his lap, where she’d allow him to pet and kiss her while she accepted his cock a second time.

  Ryan broke off the kiss and buried his face in the curve of her neck, not trusting himself.

  Her hands tangled in his hair and he felt her tremble as she pressed close. “Don’t stop,” she whispered.

  He didn’t want to stop, that was the trouble. The positions he wanted to have her in would make him dominant, her submissive. This position made it too easy to pamper her, to lavish pleasure on her while she allowed herself to be seduced by him again. Civilized sex.

  He didn’t want it like this. He didn’t want to be reminded that she was from a world where the men she chose to enjoy would offer her nothing more complicated than easy satisfaction after dinner at a four-star restaurant.

  This wasn’t easy for him. He didn’t want it to be easy for her.

  “Ryan?”

  Jill trembled in his arms. He held her tighter, pulling her even closer, her body melded to his.

  “I want things,” he muttered, his voice sounding thick to his own ears. “Things you wouldn’t like.”

  She touched the back of his neck, then his cheek, her hands tentative. “Try me.”

  “I want to be in control.” That would be enough. That would satisfy the dark hunger she aroused in him.

  “Oh. And you can’t be like this?”

  Ryan shook his head. He ran a hand down her back, until he cupped her butt. She was so soft and smooth everywhere.

  “I’d go for missionary with you, but the ground is hard and I’m a wimp,” Jill confessed. “Couldn’t you just tie me up or something?”

  The image of naked Jill, bound for him like an x-rated gift, nearly broke his brain. “This is a mistake,” he ground out. He pushed her away, because he wanted her even closer.

  “Why? You wan
t kink, you should get what you want. Here. Use this.” He heard her fumbling in the dark, and then she pressed the satin of her bra into his hands.

  “You might not feel so accommodating when I have you tied up.”

  Jill slithered into his lap again, her back to his chest this time, her ass cushioning his cock and making it throb in reaction. “I want you, Ryan,” she said. “I know I’m not what you want, not what you’re used to, not up to your level. I don’t care. I’m here.”

  His arms wrapped around her again, because he couldn’t stop himself. One hand cupped her breast. The other slid down the satin of her belly to cup her between her legs, pressing against the slick flesh for a minute before he deliberately pushed two fingers into her. Penetrating her even that much satisfied something inside him. “You think I don’t want you?”

  He felt her shrug against his skin. “Well, your body’s ready and willing, at least.”

  “I’m not going to tie you up.”

  “I’m not going to beg you to do it.” She sounded hurt, and Ryan wanted to curse. But if he used the bra to bind her wrists behind her back, she wouldn’t be able to get free if he lost his fucking mind. And he was pretty sure he already had, right about the time he’d emptied his balls into her the first time, so that would be bad.

  He made his hands gentle, his fingers inside her caressing and possessing by turns. He stroked her breast, plumped her nipple between his fingers. He bent his head to taste the curve of her neck and felt her tremble in reaction. “Give me something else,” he murmured.

  “Such as?”

  He rocked his pelvis forward, pressing his shaft into the crease between her naked buttocks to make his intention plain. “Let me take you like this.”

  Jill sucked in a breath, but she didn’t pull away. “You don’t do things halfway.”

  “You don’t have to.” He twisted his fingers inside her, stimulating a point deep in her sheath. “I’ll get you off like this, and then we’ll both go to sleep.”

  “No, then I’ll lay awake feeling inadequate and wondering why I wasn’t woman enough to satisfy you,” she snapped, sounding angry now. “Fuck that. Fuck you. Fuck me in the ass.”

  Those words, coming from her sweet, feminine mouth, would have made him laugh but nothing about this was funny. Need rode him, relentless and overpowering. The very thought of pushing into her tight anal entry made him want to come, hard and fast. He couldn’t. He’d have to be so gentle, so careful.

  Knowing she was willing to give him everything he wanted allowed him to find the control he needed. She could have had easy pleasure. She’d chosen this instead, and he wouldn’t make her regret the choice.

  “Have you ever?” Ryan had to ask, but part of him didn’t want to know the answer. He didn’t want to think her trusting another man enough to let him part the soft globes of her ass and push his cock between them. It was irrational and probably also sexist, and he was beyond caring.

  Jill shook her head, sending her silky hair sliding against his chest. “I’ve never been very adventurous. On any level.”

  Good. No, bad. She’d never done this before, and he wanted to fuck with animalistic force. He stroked her breast, felt her response to his touch. “I’ll go slow.” He deserved that as his punishment for wanting too much. But he wouldn’t hurt her, wouldn’t break the trust she was giving him.

  He continued to work her sex with one hand, while the other glided down, over her hip, behind, searching out the small, puckered opening. Ryan stroked it, gently, and when she responded by wiggling her hips and trying to make herself more accessible, he smiled into her hair. “You like that?”

  “Mmm. Different, but nice.” She sounded surprised, her voice throaty from arousal, and the combination made him even harder.

  “It’s not supposed to feel nice. It’s supposed to feel good.” Ryan stroked again, then pushed against the opening with the pad of his finger. He inserted the tip of his finger into her, combining that with the more customary stimulation he was giving her sex. She responded with an indrawn breath, followed by a moan.

  “Ryan.”

  “That’s better.” He pushed deeper. She accepted more, working her hips in his lap in an involuntary response as he double penetrated her with his hands.

  The condoms were lubricated, but that wouldn’t be enough for this. He withdrew his hands, gripped her hips, moved her forward and up, then back and down, impaling her on his cock.

  “Ryan!” She threw her head back, arching up as she sank down on him, her sex wrapping around his shaft as he slid in with considerably more ease the second time.

  Being inside her made his blood thunder in his veins and roar in his ears. He stroked in and out, twice, three times, then withdrew before he just kept going. Then he positioned the head of his cock against her anus. Her natural lubrication added to the coating on the latex allowed him to press forward, slowly, carefully, working himself into that tight entry.

  His hand covered her mound again, stroking her sex, searching out her clit and massaging it until she was squirming in his lap and he’d gained another inch of penetration.

  “That’s it,” he whispered, soothing and stimulating her with his hand while he worked his cock deeper into her ass. “Let me make you feel good.”

  She was practically vibrating in his arms, coiled tight with tension as she responded to the familiar pleasure combined with the unfamiliar. “I’m not sure I can take more of you,” she said, but she pushed herself back against him until he was in another inch.

  “I want all the way in,” Ryan said, wanting to possess all of her. His fingers stroked between her legs, persuading her, tempting her, filling her slick sheath while his penis filled her anal passage.

  His fingers slid in and out, caressing her clit until her hips started to jerk in reaction. She was close, so close. He wanted to send her over the edge. He wanted to go over it with her, spend himself in her untried depths.

  “Ryan.” Her voice shook as her body strained to take more. Then he was fully seated inside her, with her flesh closed around him like a fist.

  “I’ve got you.” He held her tighter, pulled back a fraction of an inch, and thrust himself in again. Gently. Carefully. His hand between her legs worked her relentlessly, stroking the sensitive bud of her clit again and again. And then she was rocking wildly in his lap, pushing herself against him in frenzied need, back arching, muscles straining.

  “Ryan. Harder. More.”

  He gave her what she asked for, took what he wanted, and when he felt the contractions of her orgasm begin, he let go, emptying his balls in a violent spending.

  Then he gathered her close, rocking her in his lap, holding her tightly to him while the aftershocks wracked her. When he finally withdrew from her and lifted her off to set her aside, his body felt the loss.

  Jill stayed where he’d put her, turned onto her side, and curled up in a ball on top of the sleeping bags. He stared down at her, wondering what the hell had just happened.

  Ryan unzipped the tent and went out into the night. Presumably to clean up and get rid of the condom. Jill hugged herself for warmth and wondered why she could still feel the phantom imprint of him inside her when he wasn’t even in the tent anymore.

  Fuck me in the ass. She couldn’t believe she’d said that to him, much less allowed him to do it. Let, hell, she’d practically begged him to do it with her body, grinding herself on him like a wanton woman, coming her brains out when he finally got the breadth and length of himself all the way inside.

  The memory of him buried deep inside that forbidden entry while his hand pleasured her in front made her writhe. She’d never been taken like that. It wasn’t just the position or the anal entry. It was something else, the intensity, the primal way they’d joined bodies.

  He might not want her, might forget about her as soon as she went home, but Jill was certain if she lived to be a hundred she was never going to forget him.

  There was rustling fabric sound as Rya
n came back, then the whisper of the zipper closing against insects and whatever else might be out in the night.

  “Jill?” His hands found her, touched her hair almost tentatively.

  “Here.” It was a stupid thing to say. Who else would it be? But it was all she could think of.

  His hands moved down to her legs, positioned her, and then he sponged her off with a cloth.

  “I’m not an infant,” she mumbled. “I can do that myself.”

  “You’re tired.” Ryan finished and set the cloth aside, then folded back the top sleeping bag and lifted her clear, resettling her on the bottom bag. He climbed into the makeshift bed with her, drew the sleeping bag up over them both, and then tugged her into the circle of his arms.

  Jill went with no thought of resistance. She pillowed her cheek on his shoulder, hooked a knee over his thigh, and made herself comfortable. The bag had a flannel inner lining that felt warm and soft against her bare skin. She’d bought one rated for winter camping so she wouldn’t freeze up in the mountains, and she was glad now. Between the bag and Ryan’s body heat, she was blissfully cozy. His bag underneath them cushioned her better than she’d expected.

  Outside, she heard unfamiliar night sounds. This was a wild place, but not a lonely place. It teemed with life, nocturnal and diurnal. She felt more alive here than she could remember feeling in a long time, maybe more than she ever had.

  She hoped, sincerely, that it was due to her successful re-invention and her ability to conquer the wilderness and not due to the man holding her. One could last. The other could not.

  Chapter Six

  “I have blisters on my feet,” Jill said the next morning, staring at the evidence of yesterday’s unaccustomed activity.

  “Want me to put Band-Aids on your owies?”

  Part of her wanted to say yes and then sit back to let him do just that. But the woman she was reinventing herself as would get her own first aid kit and deal with the problem like a competent outdoorswoman, so Jill said, “No, thanks,” and pulled out the small kit she’d packed.