Chapter 2 #2
“Ok, so Shari will spend tonight with you and we'll see you both at our tent in,” Jaime pauses to count on her fingers, one eye squeezed shut, “seven hours because you will escort her back.”
“Cougar time!” Max slurs, attempting to whisper. I can see Brad trying valiantly to stifle a laugh in my periphery.
“Yes? You ok with this, Shari?”
I nod, then squeal with laughter as he stands up with me and hauls me over his shoulder without my feet ever having touched the ground.
With a light smack to my ass, he tells the girls, “Sleep well, ladies.”
I nearly trip over several tent wires as Brad all but drags me through the dark campsite. There are only a few lanterns placed sparsely on the ground, each one emitting a small yellow halo to light the way, and the moon is currently hiding behind a blanket of fluffy clouds.
Most of the other staff are still at the fire pit where we left them earlier, so it's pretty quiet – the only sound I can hear over my racing heart is laughter in the distance.
The faint aroma of smoke is still detectable, even from here, but it's eclipsed by the warm scent of coconut sunscreen and that undertone of something woodsy on Brad's golden skin.
He's so delicious I could just lick him all over.
When we finally get to his bright pink tent – because the staff tents are all that startling shade for some reason – he spins around and kisses me hard, like he truly couldn't wait another moment, before tearing himself away with a mumbled fuck. Once he’s unzipped the opening, he steps through and pulls me in so fast that I collide with his broad chest.
We’re a frenzy of lips, tongues, and discarded clothes as we collapse to his sleeping pad, and I don’t think I’ve ever been so turned on in my life.
It’s darker still in here, so I can't see every detail, sadly, but boy can I feel the strong, lean muscles in his back. The washboard abs and shit, is that the Adonis belt V? I’m suddenly very glad for the darkness because I’m all soft thighs and squidgy belly.
Oh god, what am I doing? He’s going to realise he’s out of my league any moment now and—
“Hey, where’d you go?” His voice breaks me out of my mental torment and he reaches over to switch on the small electric lantern on the floor by his pillow.
“I…I just,” I sigh, annoyed that I can’t just let myself enjoy this moment.
“I haven’t been with anyone since my ex-husband and we were together so long that, in truth, I haven’t been with anyone new in forever.
I’m nervous. I don’t look like I used to.
I don’t look like girls your age! What are we even doing? This was such a bad idea.”
As I start trying to get up, he pins my arms above my head, feathers the lightest kiss on my neck and says, “If you want to leave because you’re not into this, just say the word.
But if you want me anywhere near as much as I want you, and Shari, you can feel how much I want you,” he punctuates this with a roll of his hips into mine and he is rock hard.
“Please. Spend the night with me. I’m not above begging. ”
“But I’m—”
“You're not.”
“And you're so—”
“I’m not, either.”
“You don't even know what I was going to say,” I pout.
He grins, placing a quick kiss to my puckered lips, “It doesn't matter, I know they were going to be negative comments and therefore untrue. Now,” he pauses, a hint of mischief hiking up one side of his mouth, “do I have to beg?”
Have I melted into the floor? I feel like I have. He must see my answer in my eyes as his smirk slowly spreads across his delectable mouth. Damn, this boy has biteable lips.
Never taking his eyes off mine, he starts kissing a slow path down my body.
“Shari,” a kiss to the centre of my chest, “please,” a kiss to the underside of my left breast, the friction from his five o'clock shadow scattering a wave of goosebumps across my skin, “will you,” a kiss on my right ribcage making my nipples pebble, “stay,” a kiss just below my belly button where all the warmth in my body is starting to gather, “the night?” I expect him to stop at the edge of my panties, but his mouth follows as he pulls them down, and my brain overloads. Again.
“Wait, stop! I’ve been dancing at the festival all day and I’m gross and sweaty and what are you doing? You know what, lemme just grab a shower real quick.”
Once again, he pins me to the floor. “Blaze. I’ve been thinking about feasting on you all day. I don’t care if you think you’re sweaty and gross. I don’t. Let me have this.”
“No, really. I’ll be so quick, like two minutes, I—aahhhh!!!” I yelp as he locates my clit with the precision of a homing missile and sucks. Hard. I’m helpless to do anything other than spread my legs wider for him to access any damn part of me he wants.
Using the flat of his tongue, he licks me from opening to clit, and slowly thrusts two fingers into me.
The deliberate gentleness of his mouth has me hovering just outside the realms of an orgasm, something I’m positive he knows because the look in his eyes is pure mischief.
I thread my hands into his hair to pull him closer.
“I need more, Brad! You’re teasing me,” I whine.
His chuckle vibrates all over my pussy in the most delicious way, and when I try to reach between us to rub myself, he bats my hand away, and all bets are off.
He hardens the point of his tongue to flick against my clit at a relentless pace before suckling it, and when he curls his fingers into a spot inside me that I thought only existed in romance novels, I arch off the floor like a woman possessed and come harder than I think ever have in my life. What. The. Fuck.
I’m still floating down to reality as Brad licks his way back up my body, pausing to tweak and suck on my nipples, just keeping me on the edge of bliss.
He lost his boxers at some point during my induction in heaven, and as his soft lips meet mine again where I can taste myself on his tongue, he thrusts his rigid cock against me.
He seems content to take things slowly as we make out and dry hump for a while – although dry really isn’t the word.
We continue to tease each other with the glorious slip and slide of hard against soft.
I would be embarrassed about the lewd sounds our bodies are creating together, but it only makes it hotter, somehow.
His movements start to get more vigorous, and with every pass of his hot, stiff cock against my sensitive clit I get closer to coming again.
Little sparks of pleasure start to fire off under my skin, and just as I’m teetering for the second time in an embarrassingly short span, I tilt my hips to get a better angle and his dick slips completely inside me on the next thrust. I've never felt so full, and the throb of his twitching cock inside me sends me over the edge with a high-pitched moan.
I can just about hear his low rumbling groan in response as I shatter around him, my vision going spotty.
As I come down for a second time, I realise he’s still sheathed inside me and his arms are trembling.
Breathing heavily, I try to make my brain function enough to apologise, but I'm still having aftershocks from my orgasm. “Brad,” I whisper. Or moan. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to...I was just lost in the feeling and instinct took over and—”
His eyes snap to mine and his voice is shaky when he says, “No, you have nothing to apologise for.
Shari, I'm so fucking sorry, I couldn't stop it from happening. It just took me completely by surprise and you feel so good and fuuuuck!” He drops his forehead to my chest and rolls his head from side to side, “I’m sorry.”
“I don't understand. What are you sorry for?”
He lifts his head, and his eyes are full of remorse. “I came inside you. I couldn't stop it. Are...are you ok?”
“You came? But you're still hard,” I squeeze my inner walls to check and he groans again, sounding like he's in pain.
“Sorry! Sorry. Look, I'm the one who changed the angle and caused the…
slip. You didn't do anything wrong.” He still looks remorseful, so I add, “I can’t get pregnant anyways if that's what you're worried about. You’d better be fucking clean, though, or I swear I will hunt you down, Brad.”
I run my hands from where they were gripping his shoulders, down over his muscular back to grab his perfectly round ass. Man, I love a bubble butt.
His strangled laugh and mumbled “I’m clean, I swear,” are all I get before he kisses me.
Slowly, tenderly. We make out like that for a small eternity because what even is time right now?
I suddenly realise he hasn’t pulled out of me yet because I definitely feel it when he starts up with some small thrusts, having apparently never softened.
Well, hot damn, the stamina of a younger man really is no joke!
“Really? Again?” I squeak, because apparently that's just how I sound when I'm around this man.
I feel his smile against my lips as his gravelly voice agrees, “Again.”