Chapter 17
Kipp
The way she’d looked at me earlier, head tilted, all curiosity with that hair that I wanted to twist my hands into was driving me bananas. She had something burning under her skin, and I’d felt it from twenty feet away.
I’d brought her a s’more an hour ago and passed it off with sticky fingers, ignoring the thought of her mouth wrapped around it, but now that the fire was out and the lights were off in Cabin Three, I took the steps two at a time, my heavy boots hitting the wood solidly, and then knocked.
She opened the door barefoot, hair loose, wearing that faded T-shirt that hung just wrong enough to make my thoughts go straight to all the places I’d been telling myself to stay away from.
“Kipp,” she said, a little breathless. “Couldn’t resist coming back?”
I shrugged. “I thought maybe you were up for a nightcap, and I brought the extra chocolate.” My voice came out lower than I intended.
Holding up the whiskey bottle and the two chocolate bars I’d managed to salvage to show her I’d come prepared, I tried to keep my mind clear of the last time I had whiskey, but it didn’t quite work, and my dick jerked against my zipper.
Her eyes searched mine. “I could do a nightcap, and chocolate is always good. Wouldn’t want to leave the chocolate for the raccoons.”
“That’d be a damn shame.”
The door clicked shut behind me, and it was like the rest of the world blinked out. No forest. No distance. Just her, barefoot in those tiny ass sleep shorts and watching me, biting her lip like she was deciding whether to move forward a step or backwards.
Her hand brushed mine as she took the bottle, and I swear it felt like static shot straight to my chest. I could feel my self-control loosening, bit by bit, and the groan that I was holding back nearly slipped through my teeth.
“You a serial killer?” she asked, soft but not pulling away.
I shook my head. “Nope.” I’d tease a little, but I understood her caution. Women had to be careful on their own, and we were all the way out in the middle of nowhere.
I guessed she suspected everyone from the work she did. Hell, that was the smart way to go. People were pigs.
She was the sort of woman who’d burn through your life if you let her.
She was nomadic for the most part, traveling the way she did.
Her social media posts were from all over.
Normally, I would think that’d be the perfect set-up for something casual, but I wasn’t so sure that was what I wanted when it came to her.
Her breath caught when I reached up and brushed my thumb along her jaw, tracing it down along her neck before laying it where her pulse hammered. She tilted her head into my hand like she’d been waiting for me to make a move.
She exhaled, shakily, the decision made in that breath, looking up at me beneath her lashes, maintaining hard eye contact with me for a beat. She closed the distance between us and rose on her toes as she met me in a hungry kiss, her hand fisted in my shirt.
Digging my hands into her hair, my tongue slid against hers, tasting the chocolate from earlier on her lips. Each pass turned me on even more, and every caress and squeeze brought a new whimper and moan as she pressed closer to me, until I could feel her nipples pebbling through her shirt.
Hell, yeah. Tossing her into my arms, I ignored her squeal as I picked her up and carried her to the bedroom.
“Kipp, I can walk.” Her soft curves squirmed against me, and it just made me harder.
“We’ll get there faster this way.”
She had no idea how much I liked the way she curved into my arms, the way she settled against my chest, and the way she smelled.
Sweeping the comforter off, I lay her onto the sheets so I could admire all those valleys and divots, with her lush tits perking against the cotton just begging for my mouth.
“Goddamn, Hattie. You’re like a fucking fantasy.” She flushed a little but allowed me to lift her t-shirt and pull down her sleep shorts, leaving her in only a tiny pair of panties. “These tits.”
Groaning, I traced up along each breast, leaning on my elbows so my mouth could breathe her in as my fingers circled each puckered nipple.
Sucking one into my mouth, I watched her face as her lips parted on a sigh and her eyes rolled a little in her head.
Biting a little, she whimpered and squirmed as I scraped my teeth across her skin.
“Are you gushing in those panties for me? I’ll bet you are.
Let’s see.” Her mouth formed a little ‘O’ shape as I pushed my fingers against the apex of her thighs through the fabric of her cotton panties.
“Just like I thought,” I confirmed with a groan.
“Wet.” Stroking her, her eyes popped open in surprise before she keened a moan, and a corresponding gush hit my fingers through the fabric.
“Don’t be a tease.” She was gripping my hair, nearly pulling it from the roots as I gave each tit appropriate attention, weighing them in my hands as I kneaded and sucked, bit, and teased. “Fuck me already.”
“Don’t be a bad girl, Hattie. Only when I think you’re ready.
” Her eyes widened, but instead of annoyance, I could see the words made her hot.
Shedding my clothes while she watched, I didn’t bother hiding how much I wanted her.
I stroked myself for her, spreading the pre-cum over the tip.
“This is all for you.” Gliding my hand up and down my shaft while she watched was dangerous business.
Her eyes had darkened as they followed my hand.
“You’re the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen. ”
I wasn’t lying either. Hattie Harper was the hottest woman I’d ever seen in my life, and I’d seen my fair share. All women were beautiful. Big and small. Any shape or ethnicity. Women were sexy just like God made them, but there was something about her that was knocking me on my ass.
She licked her lips like she wanted to suck me into her mouth, eyeing my dick hungrily, and I contemplated it for a hot minute, but I wanted to be between her thighs more. “Maybe?” she bit that lip again, but I shook my head.
“Another time.” I hoped there would be because I wanted to do so many things with her.
Instead, I eased her panties down, moaning when I saw how slick she was.
It was so sexy that she was just as turned on as I was.
She spread her thighs for me, tilting up into my hand as I pumped my fingers into her heat and bit my way up her legs.
I liked seeing the little red marks bloom against her skin, so I pushed her legs as far as they’d go, enjoying the way she quivered and moaned as I brushed my teeth against her while my tongue slid against her folds.
“You’re so tight. I can’t wait to stuff my dick into you.
” Just the thought of her pussy stretched around me was almost enough to make me blow my load, but I wanted her good and primed first. Licking at her clit I kept the angle up, watching her as my fingers worked.
Her breathing hitched, the pulse in her throat speeding up as her hips worked on my hand.
“That’s it, Hattie, fuck my fingers. Come all over me.
” Pressing my dick into the mattress, I tried to find a little relief as the vixen humped my hand while I flicked her clit with my tongue, her pussy sucking my fingers into her channel deep and hard.
She was so close, her fingers grasping against the bedding as she strained towards the pinnacle.
“I’m … I can’t,” she whined. “I need.”
“You can. I’m right here.” Keeping my movements steady, I increased pressure on her clit, pulling her hard little bud into my mouth.
Arcing my fingers, I stroked the spongy spot inside her steadily.
That was the ticket, she exploded in a rush.
Licking her seam before I eased up onto my knees, I searched for the condom packet that I had tossed there and ripped it open with my teeth.
She was ready for me now, a goddess all hot and needy, her thighs spread wide as I set the crown of my dick against her and thrust hard, savoring the feel of her as she stretched around me like a vise.
She was tight, but there wasn’t any resistance as I drove into her, angling each drive until our pubic bones ground together.
Her nails dug into my ass, hard enough that they were definitely breaking the skin as she met each thrust, grinding against me.
Her tits bounced each time, and the image of me coming all over them made my balls tighten even more.
I was way too close. Pulling her knees up, I spread her wide and let my hands pull her cheeks apart as I drew out each time.
Hattie watched each pull and push. “Look at how your cunt swallows my cock. See that, Hattie?” I moved back into her. “Watch. Touch your clit.”
“No. That’s your job.” Instead, she fingered her tits, circling the edges of each one as they bounced.
“You are a bad girl. I’m here for it. Keep those hands where they’re at, then.” Pushing my hand down between us, I shamelessly ran it over her folds, teasing her clit and my own shaft, increasing the pressure just the way I liked.
“Ohh,” she gave a breathy moan. “Don’t stop,” she ordered, biting her lip as she strained into me.
“Not stopping. Give it to me, Trouble.” Leaning into her, I kissed her hard, rubbing her clit as her walls squeezed my dick, the orgasm hitting her so hard she threw her head back with a scream so loud I worried if Cabin Three might think someone was being murdered.
Letting myself go, I came hard, nearly spasming as I thrust again and again into her, coming so hard I was seeing stars.
“Damn, you killed me. In the best way.” She gave me a sleepy smile as she flopped back on the pillows. There was a sheen of sweat on her brow that made her even more beautiful.
I absolutely hated pulling out of her. Usually, this was my cue to start organizing how to leave without too many problems, but instead, I found myself coming back and lying down next to her, waiting for her to kick me out.
She curled against me. “Wow, that was full service. You should put it on the flyer.”
“I’ll have my sister add it.” Brushing a kiss against her forehead, I pulled her a little closer. “But only for this cabin. The Hattie special.”