3. Spring of Passion
THREE
SPRING OF PASSION
Pressing my way into the small gap in the bushes, I start down the steep incline. Ahead of me is a clear pool of water, and I know it’s startlingly cold. I don’t want to fall and slide into the spring, so I carefully step down the crushed volcanic soil until I reach the thin gravel strip that edges into the water.
Paige is right behind me and grabs the back of my shirt. I brace myself, gripping a branch as I ease my way down. We have about two feet of level land along the water’s edge when both my feet are on the gravel.
“I don’t remember it being that steep,” Paige says as she crouches in the gravel and twists off the top of her bottle.
“Will we be able to get back up?” I ask, looking back the way we came. The trail is narrow, but branches line the path. “I guess we can pull ourselves up by the branches.”
“We’ll get back up,” Paige says, filling the bottle. She looks over her shoulder at me. “Are you in a hurry?”
The space we take up is small, but only along the trail. There is more room at the bottom by the icy, clear spring. I tilt my head, wondering why she asked the question. She stands up, smirks, and then holds out the bottle and offers it to me.
The outside of the bottle is cold and wet, but I lift it to my lips and take a careful sip. Then I tip the bottle up and drink the icy water. When I lower the bottle, Paige presses her chest against me and takes the water bottle. Her nipples are rigid, and I narrow my eyes at her. Without taking her eyes off me, she lifts the bottle to her lips and says, “Try it like this.”
She takes a swig, her cheeks puffing out, then presses her cold lips to mine. I open my mouth automatically, drink the cold water, then tangle my tongue with hers. Wrapping my hands around her waist, I tug her hips into me, my cock thickening as she grinds against me. We kiss until our mouths are warm, and then I grab the bottle and take a swig before pressing my lips to hers and sharing the icy water with her.
“Still in a hurry to walk back?” she asks, pushing her shorts down.
I swing around, checking the far side of the small creek we just drank from. It’s nothing but thick bushes. Twisting to examine the top of the bank we climbed down, I realize it’s much the same. We’re alone with no one around, and Paige is naked in front of me.
“Uh, no hurry at all,” I rasp as she spreads her shorts and flannel on the bank’s crushed rocks. I hurry to undo my shorts and push them down past my knees, fisting my cock and stroking. I’m amazed that I’m hard again after screwing her all night. “Will someone hear?”
She shakes her head, lowering onto her elbows with her round ass waving at me. “Not unless they walk past us; even then, they’d have to stop and listen carefully.”
I raise my eyebrow but listen to the sounds of nature. The creek flowing beside us, a breeze blowing through the trees, and many birds chirping in the branches around us are the only sounds I hear. When I focus back on Paige, she is on her knees, twisting to face me, her hands cupping her breasts and pulling on her nipples.
“I can’t believe I’m doing this,” I say, dropping onto my knees on her discarded clothes.
Reaching for her, I pull her bare chest against me and resume kissing her. Her tongue is cold as I suck on the tip, savoring the bit of water from her last sip. Her hand grips my cock, and I shudder from her cold fingers wrapping around my shaft, but nothing can soften my erection.
The thought of public sex on a trail where anyone could walk by is like a shot of adrenaline. Our kiss is voracious as we tangle together. My hand slides up her back and grips a fistful of her hair, pulling her back.
“Don’t be loud,” I huff, twisting her around and pushing her to her elbows.
“You’re a bit slow sometimes,” she teases, looking back at me as I drag my crown through her drenched pussy lips. “Get you going, though, and fuck. I love how you take control.”
“Quiet,” I growl as I press my length into her. Her head drops to her forearms, and I can barely hear her whine at the sensation of me filling her tight channel.
“Oh god,” Paige whispers. “You stretch my pussy so good. I love it. Now fuck me, stud.”
I grip her hips, tipping the toes of my sneakers into the crunchy rocks for leverage, and pound into her with a hard thrust. The first punch slaps my thighs against her ass so hard it echoes off the far bank.
“Fuck,” I mutter as I slow my pace, working into her bit by bit until I find the right angle to fuck her hard without smacking so loudly against her firm ass. She presses back into my measured thrusts, meeting me halfway and moaning just loud enough for me to hear her over the sound of flowing water.
“Did you plan this?” I ask as I pan around, trying to hear if anyone is on the trail. “Admit it. You wanted to fuck me. Right. Here.”
“Fuck, yes, I did,” she confesses as she squeezes my cock with her inner muscles. “I can’t get enough of you. I was thinking about fucking you again as we hiked.”
“So fucking tight,” I grunt, increasing my pace now that we’re in sync and not slapping our bodies together. “Fuck, you’re such a horny slut for my cock.”
“Oh god,” she gasps, then presses back. “I don’t get enough cock, and I love how you fuck me. How you take control and put me in my place. You’re a fucking revelation, Kurt.”
She’s getting a bit loud, so I lean over her and clamp my hand over her mouth, pulling her head back until it’s on my shoulder. I keep railing into her; it feels so good, and I know I won’t last much longer. “You’re going to scream in my hand when you shatter, you sexy vixen. Now. Come for me.”
She grumbles into my fingers as her thighs shake, and her muffled scream echoes in our small alcove. Her release gushes around my cock as I ram deep inside her. I bury my mouth against her neck and roar into her flesh as I jet my hot cream into her. Jerking through the bliss of shooting into her clenching cunt, I empty my balls. I press my hips forward as my body releases, and she slumps forward until her head rests on the crushed rocks of the stream’s edge.
“Fuck,” she whispers and then tries to slow her breathing.
“Goddamn, that was good,” I reply before sitting back on my haunches and pulling my cock from inside her.
I lean over and grab her canteen. It has spilled across the rocky soil, so I lean and tip the opening into the cold stream, rinse it, and then fill the bottle. When I turn back, Paige sits cross-legged, watching me, and I hand her the bottle.
“You know why you’re sexy as fuck?” she asks.
I look down at my cock, then at her, and shrug. She laughs, then takes a sip from the bottle, holding it out to me.
“You look out for us, always trying to do the right thing, Kurt.”
I sip the cold water and then stand, pulling my shorts back up. “So this was the right thing? Fucking in the bushes?” I wink as she shifts to her feet and starts dressing.
“You know what I mean,” Paige says, pulling her shorts back on one leg at a time. “You’re a nice guy, and I just want you to know I think it’s sexy when you care for me. For all of us.”
I don’t know what to say, but I bend down to grab her flannel from the rocks and shake it before holding it out.
“See? Like that,” she grins, then pauses, looking up.
We crouch down as we hear voices above walking down the trail. Paige bites her lip, her face bright. She’s about to erupt in laughter, and I press my lips to hers so she doesn’t give us away.
We kiss and cuddle until the noises above fade down the trail, then start hauling ourselves back on the trail by the branches. I take her hand and pull her up the last bit, then hold it as I begin the trek back to Amy’s lodge. Paige leans and kisses my cheek, then squeezes my hand, and we go silent as we enjoy the hike, hand in hand.