Chapter 17
EASTON
My stomach is in my throat; the enchanting view of Collie naked before me is all I see.
She’s an anomaly. Milky skin on display without a single imperfection. The freckles I’ve found myself consumed by trickle across her skin in the most unique places, daring me to follow them.
Her tits are small, yet a mouthwatering handful. With my eyes on her cleavage, I follow the slope below leading to a slender and toned stomach, her hard work effectively paying off.
This feels like a dream—a gift.
Two years looking at a woman I never saw as more than a friend. Fuck. Years just begging my mind to see her as more. To make my future easier.
This right here is what attraction should feel like. As if I have to physically bare-knuckle the ground surrounding the hot spring I’m standing in, all to keep myself from ravaging her.
The hunger is unlike anything I’ve ever experienced.
But I want to take my time. I can’t rush if I intend to enjoy her.
And fuck, do I ever.
Collie followed me down the riverbank leading to the hot spring, only to watch me enter as she stood just outside the perimeter, calculating my every move. The way her cheeks flushed warm red at the sight of my cock stirred a thunder inside me.
I’d be a fool to ignore this feeling. And right now, I’m dead set on showing Collie just how deprived I am.
I almost tell her to hurry up, but she beats me to it, spinning slowly for me as if putting on a show. Her plump cheeks keep my attention, making me second-guess ever thinking I was a boob guy.
With Collie, I’m most definitely an ass guy. The things I plan to do to her and that ass would make even the filthiest criminal blush.
“Putting on a show, lost girl?”
She pauses, naked frame most likely freezing in these temps, but neither of us seems bothered. Not when inside, we’re overheating.
There’s a flame inside of me that something as heavy as a snowstorm couldn’t burn out. I know Collie feels it, too.
“Figured you’ve been patient enough. Might as well appreciate the goods before you get to taste them. It only seems fair,” she tells me, exuding the most beautiful confidence.
Half my body is under the warmth of the spring, but the other is on high alert. This feels heavenly amidst the freezing temps. “Stay right there,” I command. “I want you to play with your nipples. Let my words consume you.”
She makes no argument, a soft moan escaping her lips at the first twist of her hardened peaks.
Fucking hell. I can’t wait to have my mouth on those perfect tits.
“I’ve neglected a woman’s touch. I was engaged and yet, somehow, couldn’t touch her.
Nothing about it ever felt right. But with you, I’ve wanted to touch you since the moment you told me to cut my shit and go along with the charade of being married to you.
You’re sexy as hell, Collie. Your confidence is sexy.
Your body is sexy. And I want you to hear me out when I say this: I’m going to fucking ravage you.
Unleash all this pent-up tension inside of me, and you’re going to take it. Do you understand?”
Her hand glides down the slope of her stomach, heading straight toward that pretty pink pussy. Lips, I can tell from here, are already swollen, awaiting my touch.
“Don’t go easy on me, Easton. I like it rough. I want your pain and pleasure. Give it all to me.”
My cock is hard as stone, and I can’t take the waiting any longer. “Get in the water, beautiful. And watch those hands. That body is mine.”
I should be nervous, but I’m not. Everything about being with Collie feels right. Even after only knowing her a week. She’s already branded herself on me.
It’s just us in this public spring. We’ve got far more space than necessary, but I only need right here.
“I need to ask you something,” I tell her as she enters the barrier of the hot spring and glides to stand in front of me, the current calmer than predicted today. We don’t touch. Don’t move. Just take each other in from a foot away.
“Anything.”
“Can I kiss you? I know kissing is intimate, so it’s okay if you say no. I just wanted to ask first.”
Collie doesn’t strike me as a woman who gets attached, and to be fair, I’m not sure how this arrangement with her will affect me in the end.
But I’m willing to risk it.
This is the first time I’ve done something just for the hell of it because I wanted to. Nothing was asked of me. It’s my own pure desire, and it feels fucking liberating.
Collie contemplates my question, running her finger along her bottom lip as if imagining mine tangled with hers. “If there’s one thing I’m good at, it’s no strings. I don’t do love and don’t get attached. So, kiss your heart out, Ranger.”
That’s all I need to hear before her face is in my hands, my mouth crashing with hers. She tastes sweet like candy, our tongues dancing to get closer. I growl and hiss, the urgency to consume her all I can see—all I feel.
My cock aches to be touched, and one tug of her fingers at the roots of my hair has me unleashing like a fucking beast. I growl before lifting Collie’s naked body and laying her back against the ground of the terrain bank surrounding us.
My greedy girl knows exactly what she needs, her toned legs falling open before me. “Fuck. Look at you, baby.”
“Taste me, Easton. Eat my pussy like I know you want to.”
“I like that, Collie,” I tell her as my thumbs trace the inside of her thighs. “I love a woman who knows what she wants and takes it.” I caress the outside of her pussy lips and lean forward, placing a soft kiss to her center and blowing softly.
Collie’s hips buck against my face, and holy fuck, the smell of her. I could get drunk on it. “Don’t be shy,” she moans. “I’m soaked. Time for you to clean me up.”
I thought I was taking my time, but it seems that’s a lost cause. My growl can be heard across the forest before my lips latch tightly to her clit and pull. “Hell yes,” Collie screams as my tongue makes way, plunging into her tight hole and circling her swollen bud.
“Fuck. You taste so good. My cotton candy girl.”
Her hips thrust feverishly as I lick and taste every inch of her cunt. Her arousal drips onto my tongue and I’d be satisfied dying right now.
But she was right. She’s soaked and I’ve got some work to do. I’m starved, eating her like she’s my final meal, her tightly wound clit swelling more with every stroke of my tongue.
“Gonna stuff you full now, beautiful. Take it.” Without warning, I shove two fingers inside of her and she accepts me with ease. My mouth latches to her clit as my fingers dive in and out of her drenched core. Her breathing quickens and her legs go stiff, urging me further and faster.
She’s about to come on my tongue and my pride skyrockets.
This is the feeling I’ve missed. The feeling I crave.
“Give it to me, lost girl. Show me just how much you love when I eat this pretty little cunt. Because fuck, it tastes like heaven. I never want to stop.”
“God, yes. Eat my pussy, Easton. You take care of me so well,” she chants, voice strangled and propelled by ecstasy. I feel the moment her orgasm hits, the walls of her core strangling my fingers as more of her wetness seeps between my lips.
Fucking delicious.
I lick and suck, letting her ride it out until she can’t take it any longer, the sensation too much. “Just as perfect as I imagined,” I whisper against the center of her pussy.
Collie’s head lifts to meet my stare, and the haze of lust is a cloud to her vision. She’s stunning this way. Flustered and out of sorts. Shivering from both the cold and my mouth on her. “That was…unlike anything I’ve ever felt before,” she tells me.
“You’re everything I desire and more.” I seal the moment with a final lick from bottom to top before closing her legs comfortably. “I’d do anything to stay here all day. But let’s head back before the army of campers comes looking for us. Or creepers might be a better word.”
Collie looks thrown off but attempts to save face. Makes sense given I’m naked with a raging hard on. “But what about you?” She nods to my swollen length, bobbing along the surface of the steaming water.
“Don’t worry about me,” I tell her calmly before kissing her knees and standing to my full height. “We have time, and I’d really like to take my time with you, Collie. Rushing sounds like a disservice to both of us.”
I’ve already held myself back for this long. What’s a little longer?
Collie leans forward and brings her soft lips to mine. “We’ve got some making up to do. Let’s just hope Sheila and Dirty Dan don’t find us beforehand. God only knows what they have in store.”
I grin. “Yeah. We have been avoiding them, haven’t we?”
“Sure have.” She pats my chest and slides into the spring. “Let’s get dressed and attempt to show our faces. But later, I get your cock in my mouth, Ranger. And that’s a fucking promise.”
Disagreeing sounds as torturous as sacrificing a limb.
And for once in my life, I’m excited for what later brings.