Chapter 18 #2
“Okay, I’m getting cold again now,” she says, and looks at one hand. “And my fingernails are turning blue.”
She walks out and I watch her as she wrings water out of her hair, then lays back on a big, flat, gray rock in the sun. I wait until I think her eyes are closed to follow, because I’ve been in barely-melted ice water and I think my dick is the size of a gummi worm right now.
“I didn’t bring a towel,” she murmurs as I sit next to her. “We’ll have to lay here in the sun until we dry off.”
She’s got her arms over her head and her eyes closed, her whole naked body stretched out on a rock. I swear it looks like a pinup calendar one of my buddies had in Afghanistan, except it’s real. And spectacular.
I glance over at the column of smoke. It looks the same. Maybe a little bigger, but it’s hard to tell.
“I hope that fire stays exactly the same size for another couple of days and then goes out,” Clementine says. “There’s plenty of supplies in the lookout, and I could use a vacation.”
“They’d call me back before that,” I say, lying down on the rock next to her. “Utah’s on fire, and if we’re not needed here we’re going down there.”
She opens her eyes and looks over at me, her expression unreadable, like she’d forgotten I was going to have to leave.
“When’s fire season usually over for you guys?” she asks.
I slide one arm around her shoulders. She’s still cold, but drying quickly in the heat, and she wriggles toward me on the rock.
“About now,” I say. “That is, unless there are still big fires in the southwest. Then we get called down to help with those, like we did last year. In that case, late September, early October.”
“That’s a long season,” she says.
“Six months,” I say.
She just gives me a yeah, I can do math look.
“...Which is a long time to sleep in a tent,” I finish.
“And then the other six months is a long time to live with your parents,” she says.
“Only when you say it like that,” I point out. “I prefer to tell people that I’m a part-time fireman, part-time cowboy.”
“If you get a friend who’s half cop and half construction worker, you could have your very own male strip show,” she teases.
“I did always want to wear a thong so strange women could stick dollar bills in it,” I say.
“It’s usually briefs,” Clementine says.
I raise myself up on one elbow and look at her.
“What?” she says, her eyes crinkling with laughter.
“Apparently you’re an expert on male strippers,” I say.
“I’m not an expert,” she says, rolling over and resting her chin on my chest. “But if you wanted to give me a show, I’d be happy to offer some pointers.”
My dick is warming up much faster now.
“Well, I’ve got one move where I dig fire breaks for fourteen hours a day, sleep, then get up and do it again,” I say. “And another one where I shovel horse shit out of stables for a couple of months. Am I ready for Vegas?”
Clementine slides her leg over my thighs so she’s straddling me, her face above mine, and I put my hands on her still-cold hips.
Cold water be damned, I’m rock hard in seconds.
“Maybe,” she says. “But then strange women would be staring at you all day, and shoving money into your underwear, and trying to cop a feel, and I’d probably get pretty jealous.”
“Shoveling shit it is, then,” I say, grinning.
She leans down and kisses me, a slow, lazy kiss as I stroke her back. She’s still on her knees over me, and as we kiss, I open my eyes to check out her ass in the air.
Yeah, it’s nice.
Clementine bites my lip as she pulls away, her eyes dark like she’s up to something. I have the urge to pull her hips down and sink myself into her in one long, hard stroke, but I don’t. I didn’t even bring condoms on this hike.
“This is more like what I’m used to,” I say, my voice coming out in a growl. “Getting naked somewhere we could get caught.”
She laughs and leans over again, and this time she bites my earlobe, then trails her lips down my neck to my collarbone. Past my collarbone.
“You’re still cold,” she murmurs, her lips moving against my skin.
I realize what’s happening as she takes my cock in one hand, and I swear I think my skin might split, I get so hard.
“Your cock’s warm, though,” she says, her lips on my stomach, her hand stroking me.
She looks up at me, her hazel eyes teasing as her head moves down until I feel her teeth on my hip, and I gasp. Clementine laughs, but I don’t even breathe, my whole body rigid with anticipation.
She strokes me again, straddling my knees, looking at me.
“Relax, Hunter,” she teases.
I don’t, but I watch as Clementine bends her head. She licks the underside of my shaft and I exhale explosively, groaning as she folds her tongue over the tip and then swirls it around the head of my cock.
I know she’s just teasing me, but I already feel like I might explode. I put my arms behind my head so I don’t grab her hair, because I know that’s rude, and I watch her as she lowers her warm, wet mouth onto the head of my cock and swirls her tongue around it.
I groan again and she pulls back, looking up at me, her lips still on the tip.
It’s beyond hot, and she keeps looking at me as she lowers her mouth onto my cock, her lips sliding further down my shaft, her tongue flat against the underside.
“Jesus, Clem,” I say, my breath coming in gasps.
She goes slow, taking me deeper little by little, driving me absolutely fucking crazy. I’m pretty sure the forest could burn down around me right now, and as long as Clem didn’t take my cock out of her mouth, I wouldn’t care or even notice.
Finally, I can feel myself hit the back of her mouth, and it’s tight and wet as she swallows, the muscles moving against the tip. I’m still watching her, and she looks up at me again.
“You’re so fucking sexy with my cock in your mouth,” I say, the words spilling out of me without my brain’s permission. She bobs again, and I gasp, right at the edge of coming.
Then Clementine pulls her mouth off me for a moment and swallows, her hand still stroking me.
“Good,” she says, her eyes sparking. “Because I like making you come this way.”
She sucks the head back into her mouth, and I nearly shout as she swirls her tongue around, and then she’s moving up and down again, her lips going down my shaft until I hit the back of her mouth.
I’ve got one hand gently on her head, because I can’t fucking stop myself. I’m panting for breath, up on one elbow so I can watch as my cock disappears into her mouth, over and over until I’m at the brink again.
“Clem, I’m gonna come,” I gasp, warning her because I’m a goddamn gentleman. “Oh fuck I’m gonna come.”
She pushes her mouth down one more time and I just fucking explode.
Her tongue presses against my shaft as she swallows, again and again, and my entire body jolts with the sheer pleasure of it.
I’m completely and utterly at her mercy, coming my brains out in the middle of the forest, and I wouldn’t fucking trade it for anything.
I flop back onto the rock and Clementine takes her mouth off me, then sits back on her heels and wipes her mouth with one hand.
“Holy fuck,” I say, trying to catch my breath, and Clementine laughs.
“Talking about male strippers got me all riled up,” she says.
I take a deep breath and sit up, grabbing her around the waist as I pull her to me, kissing her hard. She’s still straddling my legs, and I swear to God I can smell how turned on she is right now.
“Really?” I ask.
“Nah,” she says, wrapping her fingers around the back of my head. “It was because you were naked and I like your dick.”
I slide my hand between her legs and she makes a noise into my mouth, because even if I can’t get it up right now — and I cannot — I still fucking love to touch her.