12. Reckless Abandon
All the pledges I made to myself less than twelve hours ago are flying out of my brain at rapid speed. I can’t even bring myself to remember why I’m fighting this so damn much.
It’s inevitable.
Seeing her this way, the yellow swimsuit glued to her taut skin, highlighting her breasts and showing off toned, flat abs, would break any man. Even me. Her nipples are clearly visible through the wet fabric, two black dots urging me to touch them.
Just yesterday, I came across her like this and ended up hurting her because I was that desperate to make sure I stayed away. Today, I could do something different. I could tell her that I was looking for her and then walk back into the cabin. IfI choose that option, I’d have to spend the next few minutes in the bathroom. My dick needs a release after days of this sweet torture.
I could take that route.
But after yesterday, and with the knowledge that she could slip out of my arms and back to the public anytime, I’m done being the honorable guy.
Faye’s green eyes sparkle with worry, like she’s unsure of what I’m about to do and has no idea if she’s in for a repeat of what happened last night.
Reassuring words are at the tip of my tongue before I bite down, urging myself to keep the suspense. I like the fact that she has no idea what I’m about to do, doesn’t know whether to stay or get back in the water. Still, I know enough of Faye at this point that I am sure she’s going to stick around for what’s next.
America’s good girl or not, she cherishes a challenge.
With one hand, I pull off my T-shirt. I revel in Faye’s astonishment as she scours my bare chest for the first time. I cast my mind back to the pictures I’ve seen of Weak Chin. He’s a frail, skinny fellow, without even half the bulk I’d built from a career in hockey and years of going to the gym. She’s awed, deservedly so, but I still spare a bit of jealousy for the bastard that had the right to touch her before I even knew she existed.
What a fool.
Hold your horses, Blake, I tell myself now. This is purely practical. In this moment and for the next few hours, I can own her. All of her. I can’t get greedy wanting her forever. It’s downright silly.
Not to mention, the only part of this girl I genuinely want is her banging body. Every part of her personality still repulses me.
But then, an image of her curving backward and fingering herself after I refused to make her come flashes through my mind, and I jam my teeth so hard into my lower lip I taste blood.
No girl has ever done that with me. Ever. I’d never seen anything more arousing in my entire life. In that time, she metamorphosed from who I’d thought was the most boring singer in the universe to the daring seductress who threatened to make me come from watching,
Okay. I want her body and that unique fiery streak she has that drives me crazy.
But that’s it.
I shove my pants down to the grassy ground.
Faye inhales sharply.
I could drag this out, maybe even question her and listen to her try to deny how much she wants this. But the silence is good too.
While making sure her eyes are still glued to me, I pull my briefs off so I’m completely naked in front of her. My dick is already stretched to its full length, precum glistening in the sunlight.
A low gasp escapes her lips as she stares at it. She swallows twice before I realize that she’s literally salivating for me. She wants this as much as I do.
Imagining how wet she must be under her bikini sends even more blood rushing south, making me lightheaded. I step forward, one foot after another, liking how her green eyes turn darker with each second that passes. Finally, when I’m right in front of the lake, inches from where she’s leaning against the bank, I look down at her.
“You should have?—”
I never quite manage to get the rest of my sentence out. Faye launches herself half out of the lake, kneeling in front of me. Then, without another warning, she takes me into her mouth.
The world spins around us. I close my eyes, feeling heady, my knees weakening. Faye’s soft lips are wrapped around my dick, and I feel her tongue prodding the skin at the tip of it, licking at it teasingly.
Somewhat taken by surprise, I yield faster than I would have believed was possible. My hands find the top of her wet head, and I inflict some pressure, guiding her.
But I come to learn fast enough that Faye needs no guidance. Even before I can direct her to, she opens her mouth wider, wanting to take in all of me. She hesitates for a second, no doubt unsure whether it’s going to fit.
“Come on, baby.” It’s a damn miracle I’m able to talk, but I need to see her filled to the hilt. “You can do it. I want to be all the way in.” Increasing the pressure on her head, I push even further. She surrenders, her mouth widening even more, and the last inches slide down her pretty little throat. She starts to gag.
“Fuck,” I hear myself groan, damn near breathless with pleasure. “You like that, don’t you?”
Faye looks up at me, excitement dancing in her eyes. She gives a single, sharp nod of her head. Her agreeing with me for what might be the first time only serves to deepen my pleasure, and I know I’m not far from exploding.
Faye seems to notice that too. She works feverishly, sucking hard and swishing her tongue over the top of my dick so quickly my knees start to quake. I place my hand on her head, only seconds away from coming, eager to see her swallow.
But just as I’m about to spill in her mouth, she pulls away, and plunges back into the water.
“What the . . .?”
Faye is moving across the lake at lighting speed. It occurs to me then that I’ve never seen her swim. She’s good, gliding elegantly in the water like a mermaid. In a few seconds, she’s across the narrow lake and climbing out on the other bank. She sits with her legs crossed and dangling in the water, a satisfied smirk on her face.
It takes me a moment to realize what she just did.
Revenge. Because just a few hours ago, I left her wanting more too.
Rage and amusement rise up inside me in equal measure. Here I am, standing naked on the edge of the lake, about to burst, and this girl is teasing me.
My first instinct is to order her to come back, but I think better of it. Last night, I stopped pleasuring her because I needed her to admit she wants me. It’s the same play here. She’s not going to give in until I admit something . . . whatever it is that she wants to hear.
Faye is cupping her breasts now, stroking her nipples with her thumbs. Her head arches backward, a moan spilling from her lips.
Now she’s full-blown torturing me.
Ransacking my brain, I groan, trying to figure out what she wants me to say for her to come back here the fastest. I swear I’m going to explode into smithereens if I’m not deep inside her in the next few seconds. She stops playing with her breasts for a moment and looks at me, waiting for me to figure her out.
It hits me like a brick then.
For the past five days, all I’ve done is reaffirm that I’m not going to let myself have her. And now that I’ve finally given up that stupid plan, she wants to push me even further.
She wants me to claim her. To go over to her, forget all my reservations, and take her.
I dive into the lake. I’m not exactly sure if my hypothesis is right, but there’s nothing quite like testing it. A few seconds later, I’m emerging for air at the other bank, and when I look up, I see that Faye has moved away and is now standing even further down, close to the nest of trees that border my property.
The smile plastered on her face is teasing, challenging me. She actually means to make me work for this, to keep pursuing her.
I take one step toward her, and she backs away more.
A feral hunger seizes me. Yes, I adore her wild streak, but she’s going to pay for this.
I launch toward her, catching her. She gasps and tries to wiggle away, but she’s fully in my grasp. She’s not trying very hard to break away, and the moment her silken skin is up against mine, I know I’m not planning on letting her go.
“Thought you vowed you were never going to fuck me.” There’s laughter in her voice. She’s still wiggling, and my throbbing dick brushing up against her naked ass every time she moves isn’t exactly good for my logical reasoning.
“Well, now I’m going to do it.” I push her gently to her hands and knees, my entire body trembling with the need for release. Faye goes down obediently, like she’s been waiting a long time for me to order her to do this. Once she’s in position, I come up behind her.
I’ve thought about this moment many times. And in all my imaginings, I’ve assumed this would happen in bed, after I’d sucked her tits and eaten her out until she was delirious with ecstasy. Not once did I imagine fucking her outdoors. Nor that I’d be impatient enough to tear that suit off her before riding her.
But Faye’s little game changed everything.
Her round butt cheeks are staring up at me, begging me to touch them. Another thing I can’t bring myself to enjoy when I’m desperate to be in her. Sparing a finger so I can move aside the thin fabric clothing her pussy, I finally hold her in my gaze.
She looks . . . glorious. She’s hairless, slick, wet, and dripping, her lips full and pink. She’s insanely perfect.
“Why,” I choke out, “are you intent on playing a game when you want me this bad?” I swipe a finger down her labia, and she squirms in my grasp.
“Because it’s more fun,” she says, sounding breathless, like she’s desperate for me to touch her again.
With a groan that sends birds scampering off tree branches around us, I finally push into her. The first feel of her slick walls contracting around me sends me out of this universe and into a place I’ve never been before.
I don’t know this feeling, but I know it’s the best. Take it from a man who’s had his fair share of women and then some.
Faye, for her part, lets out a scream that only serves to deepen my enjoyment. She sounds like it’s as good for her as it is for me, like this is the first time she’s feeling like this. It’s hard to believe that her moron ex has let her go. I slam into her again and again, unable to be gentle or patient.
She writhes, pushing back against me. Reaching forward, I cup her breasts with my palms, fondling her nipples as I continue to fuck her. She surrenders, gasping for breath, giving me complete control.
I’ve never enjoyed anything—or anyone—quite this much.
Perhaps that’s why, in less than five minutes, my breath is catching, warning me that I’m about to come. Faye’s moans are getting louder too, and I know I’m about to push her over the edge.
If it were any other girl, I’d pull out and beat myself against her ass until I came. But my attraction to Faye is so strong that I can’t even imagine not spilling myself inside of her and marking her as mine.
My climax is intense, taking me by surprise. I bend over, pleasure skyrocketing as I come in quick, short bursts while her walls contract, milking every last drop from me. I hold on to her even as the sensation recedes, reveling in the feel of her squeezing and twitching as her orgasm drags on.
And now I don’t know how I’ll ever be able to let her go.