Chapter 32
Alec
“You should know by now, Clementine, there’s no lack of skills or tools here.”
The tent is too damn small, but I don’t give a damn.
I strip off my pants, discarding them to the side.
Every shift forces her closer, and that’s exactly where I want her.
She’s still catching her breath when I roll her gently onto her side.
The nylon walls brush my shoulders, but there’s just enough space to work.
“Mmm.”
“Easy,” I whisper, fitting myself behind her, my chest to her back. My arm hooks under her top leg, dragging it high over my hip. The move opens her up, making room for me where the tent doesn’t. “You’re fucking gorgeous.”
Clem’s hair is damp against my jaw. I shove it aside and drag my mouth down her neck, teeth catching her shoulder. She’s soft everywhere I’m hard. And she lets me hold her like this, lets me cage her completely inside my arms.
One hand grips her ribs, palm spread wide across her breast. The other clamps her thigh over mine. She’s locked in my frame, nowhere to go, nowhere I won’t follow.
“Right here,” I growl into her ear. “Stay open for me.”
I press forward, inching her panties to the side. My erection springs from my boxers, and I slide my cock along her wet cunt. She’s soaked and ready, as if she’s been wanting this as bad as I have.
And I have. Weeks of thinking about her. Her mouth, her smartass comebacks, how tight she’d feel around me. Now she’s here, and I’ve got to pace myself, make it count.
But all I want is to bury myself deep and not come up for air.
“Protection.” The word scrapes out of me. My forehead presses to the back of her head. “I’ve got some in my pack.”
She turns her face, close enough that I catch the corner of her mouth. “I’m on the pill. I’m clear. I want you.”
My jaw locks. I search her eyes. “You sure? Because if I push inside you now, Clementine, I’m not holding back.”
Her lips part. “Certain.”
I tilt her face to mine, capturing her lips and savoring her taste.
“Right answer,” I growl, lining up, pressing forward until the head of me pushes into her.
She moans a sweet, soft melody, and I damn near lose it.
I pause. The angle’s brutal, her soft ass curving around me as her tight pussy strangles me inch by inch.
My lungs tear open on a curse against her neck.
“Clem.” I bite her shoulder just to steady myself. “You feel unreal.”
“You too.” She gasps, nails digging into my thigh, her body clamping like she’s not sure she can take it. She squirms, and I lock an arm around her ribs, keeping her flush against me.
“Patient,” I grind out, my breath rough in her ear.
“Alec,” she whimpers as I slide in deeper, savoring how wet she is.
“There you are, brave girl.” She turns until her gaze is latched on to mine. Her lashes flutter, but she doesn’t look away.
I set a rhythm, thrusting in short, deep strokes—there is no room in this tent for long ones. Doesn’t matter. Having her so willing and needy like this is enough to make me see stars. She writhes in my hold, every twitch squeezing me tighter.
“Stay with me.” My voice is hoarse. “That’s it. Take it. Good girl.”
Her hips roll back, desperate, and I grunt, clamping her soft leg higher as my cock buries deeper into her. The angle nearly knocks me out. She cries out, and my whole body answers.
“Fuck, you’re so hot,” I sigh.
Her body trembles, clenching hard; she’s on the edge again. I strain to hold back, because if I give in now, it’s over too soon. And I’m not letting her go with just one.
Her breath fractures into panicked little gasps, like she doesn’t know what’s happening to her own body.
“Don’t fight it, Fox. Let it happen.”
“Kiss my neck,” she moans, and I oblige, taking one of her perfect pink nipples in between my thumb and palm.
Her cunt convulses around me, and I have to bite my cheek until the tinge of iron fills my mouth. I’m not ready to come yet. I want this night to never end.
“Alec, please.”
“Good, baby, ride it out.” I grind into her, and she spasms around me.
Pride and hunger slam through me, and I hook her leg higher, driving deeper, grinding her into the sleeping bag so she can’t escape a second of my cock making her come.
“Take it, Clem. Take every fucking inch. You’re mine.”
“I’m yours.”
At that, she finally breaks. Gasps rip out of her throat, her body convulsing helplessly around me. It feels like she’s tearing me open from the inside out. I hold her through every shudder, every quake, not letting go, not easing up until she’s slumping, boneless, against my chest.
And even then, I stay buried deep.
“That’s two.” I nip at her earlobe as the aftershocks run through her. “And I’m still not fucking done.”
The storm outside hasn’t let up. Rain pounds the nylon, wind pushes at the walls. Inside, it’s heat and breath and Clementine all flushed, wrecked by me but still looking like she wants more.
“Alec,” she says with a dry throat.
“You want more?” I ask against her mouth. “Say it.”
I roll onto my back, stripping her panties off. Next come my boxers, and soon we are both completely naked. I drag her on top of me, guiding her thighs around my hips. She’s so gorgeous above me, her copper hair falling down her back, her breasts so perfect. Her cheeks and lips are flushed.
“I want more.” She leans down, biting my lip. My little fox comes alive.
“Take it. Take what you want.”
She rakes her nails along my chest, and I delight in the pain. She looks like a dream and a dare in one.
“You don’t fucking know what you do to me. Sitting over me like this, flushed and so perfect.” She could break me apart with one more roll of her hips.
“Do I drive you wild?” Her blue eyes flash with fire.
I slowly drag a thumb over her swollen pink clit as she grabs my dick, and I tip my head back. Control. I don’t want to look away. She bites her lip as she lines herself up over my cock and then lowers, torturously slow.
“Yes. You’re killing me, Clem.” She smiles wickedly, like she knows how much power she has over me. “Tell me you’ve thought about me?” I beg. She keeps riding me. I prop up onto my arm, sucking her nipple, biting it until she gasps louder. “Tell me.”
“I picture you every night,” she admits.
She rolls her hips, slow, deliberate, and my breath tears out ragged. Too tight. Too good. Christ, I can’t hold on like this forever.
“You think I don’t notice?” I growl, eyes burning into hers. “Every bratty comment. Every look. Had me hard for weeks. Yeah, you did it. You wrecked me before I even touched you.” I buck into her. “You like this, baby.”
“God…yes.” She drops her head back, the light casting her in an otherworldly glow. Then her eyes connect with mine again. “Admit it. Me calling you Daddy did it for you.”
That word.
“My brat, fuck—” My voice shatters on a curse. “Don’t say shit like that unless you wanna finish me right here. ’Cause one look at you like this, one word, and I’m gone.”
“Daddy.”
The word detonates in me. I’ve turned feral. My vision turns white at the edges.
“Fuck—” My grip clamps on her hips like a vise, dragging her down harder onto my cock, deeper.
My rhythm shatters. I’m thrusting up into her now, hips jerking rough, no control left.
“Ride me,” I growl, voice breaking. My hands lock her down, forcing her pace to match mine.
“Come on, sweetheart. Grind that pretty body on me.”
She’s laughing now, her body tossing around the tent as I fuck her hard enough her eyes roll back.
Her rhythm shifts, short bounces now, just enough to make her breasts brush my chest, just enough to slam me deeper every time she drops.
My hips jerk up to meet her, helpless. Her pussy squeezes around me.
I love the sound our bodies make together.
She’s close—so close—her thighs shake.
“Fuck me, baby. Take it. Harder.”
“Yes, daddy…please…” Her hair falls wild around her face.
“Don’t stop. Don’t you fucking stop.”
Her face twists, she gasps, and I know she’s about to break. I drive her down hard, hips surging up to meet her, every thrust deep and brutal.
“Come with me,” I growl against her throat, my breath shredded. “Right now. Give it to me.”
She jerks once, twice, and then she breaks.
Her whole body convulses around me, walls clenching in hard, erratic pulses that nearly drag me under with her. Fuck—she’s strangling me.
“That’s it. Ride it out. Good girl.” My hips jerk up into hers, helpless against the way she’s milking me. “Fuck—you feel that? You’re wrecking me. Never had anyone do this to me. Never.”
When it’s done, we collapse, tangled together, my chest heaving under her weight. My hands still clamp her hips, like I can’t let go, not yet.
I drag the sleeping bag over us, wrapping her up, sealing us in heat.
My chest rises and falls under her cheek, her heartbeat pressed right against mine.
One hand tangles in her hair, stroking damp strands back from her temple.
The other clamps her waist, holding her against me like if I let go, I’ll wake up alone.
Christ. I’ve never let anyone this close. Never needed anyone this bad. She’s turned me inside out, and I don’t even care.
“Hey,” I whisper into her hair. “You okay?”
“Yeah. You?”
“Not sure I’ve ever been this good.”
She lifts her head, eyes hazy, cheeks flushed, lips swollen.
“I swear I’ve never seen anything so goddamn perfect.”
“For someone who doesn’t talk much, you’re awfully chatty now.” Her nose scrunches, teasing.
“Hush up, my perfect, perfect girl.” She rests her head on my chest, and I stroke her hair.
The tent creaks under the wind, rain still hammering outside, but in here it’s steady. Her breathing slows as she slips into sleep. I stay awake, arms locked around her, memorizing every inch of her against me.
I’ve stared down storms, avalanches, nights when the mountain tried to break me. None of it ever touched me like this woman did just now.
Nothing ever will.