Chapter 26 Calder #2
Holding her slick skin, I stepped between her legs and slid my cock down the seam of her ass, all the way until my crown brushed against her heat.
Lightning forms because the electric charges in both the cloud and the ground become too great for space to insulate. Too much to contain. Just like the ache and want building between Lara and me.
As soon as my cock touched the warm welcome of her slick cunt, a bolt of unmetered need charged along my spine. White-hot electricity rained over my skin. Blotted my vision. Burned my lungs.
One touch sent me over the edge. Electrified me. Destroyed me. One touch and I thrust forward, burying myself to the hilt inside her.
Lara screamed at the invasion, from pleasure and pain, but I couldn’t stop. I could barely breathe as her tight heat enveloped me. Pulled me deeper. And strangled every rational thought from my mind. She felt so good. Too good. Rule-breaking good.
Holding her hips, I drove into her slick pussy.
Again and again. Harder. Faster. And each time, she took me deep with a garbled cry.
Each time, her muscles squeezed and fluttered, begging just as much as her moans for more.
And then the storm became us. Skin cracked against wet skin.
My groans rumbled the ground. Her cries drenched the air.
“Oh god, yes,” she panted, and it unraveled my control.
“Fuck, Lara. So fucking tight.” And then I was not only brutal and unrelenting, but feral, too.
The rain made everything slick. Us. The RV. The ground.
Mouths. Hands. Limbs.
Everything was messy. Messy and wild and savage.
And all I could think was that she was everything. Everything I’d ever wanted, from that very first look. And like many storms that had torn through my life, I knew I wouldn’t be able to walk away from this one without some serious destruction.
“Calder . . .”
Her feet started to slide, my thrusts lifting her onto her toes. She clawed at the Airstream, but even that wasn’t stable. Not in the rain. Not in the wild. Her hands slipped and my arm snaked around her front, catching her just before she pitched forward.
“Fuck,” I swore, gasping for breath and scrambling for something more stable. There was nothing—nothing but the ground. “Hold on.”
Her chest heaved against my arm as I gritted my teeth and slid out of her.
“Knees on the ground, Tomb Raider,” I ordered over her whimpering. “Time to get your hands dirty.”
I’d hardly spoken the words before she obeyed, mud squishing under her knees and against her palms. I savored the sight of her ass prone in the air, and then my heart stopped when she went down on her elbows. Lightning flashed, illuminating her slick, swollen folds, and I broke.
Now she was the savage one. Brutal. Unrelenting. Wild the way she made me want her, and tomorrow, I’d feel the pain from how hard I dropped to my knees, but tonight, the only thing I could feel was the exquisite tightness of her waiting cunt taking all of me back inside her.
The heat was just as devastating as the first time, but the angle . . . Stars exploded in my vision as I sank deeper.
“Yes, Calder. Yes.” She pushed back into my thrusts. “More.”
I felt like a beast, rutting over her in the mud in the middle of a thunderstorm. My ex-girlfriend’s sister. My wild fantasy. But I was her beast when I fucked her, and she’d begged for more.
I slid my hand up her spine and gathered the wet strands of her hair, turning and turning my wrist until there was a distinct arch of her back. “This was what you wanted, Tomb Raider. A wild man. Fucking you to survive.”
Tomorrow I’d apologize for the bruises that would mark her and the soreness that would stain her muscles.
The sky above lit with greater frequency, like it wanted me to see what I was doing to her. Like it wanted me to see what she was doing to me. And I did. I couldn’t look away from where we were joined. From where my thick cock, swollen and bursting with veins, moved in and out of her body.
I’d always known Mother Nature to be something I couldn’t control. Something that existed outside of me that I had to respect. For the first time, I realized the wildness I existed in also existed inside me.
A wildness for her that couldn’t be contained. That was utterly essential. That couldn’t be stopped.
“Fuck,” I panted raggedly, feeling her body start to ripple and fracture around me.
Every thrust was met with more resistance.
With louder whimpers. With greater trembling.
Pressure pooled at the base of my spine, my own release crackling at the very limits of what my body could contain.
My cock felt ready to split open, and it was only the tightness of her cunt that kept me together.
“God, Calder. God, yes,” she choked out, her fingers clawing at the mud. “I can’t.”
Her whole body started to sink as I slammed into her. There was no coming back from this, I thought as I gripped her hair tighter, afraid if I let go, she’d collapse to the ground.
“You can,” I coaxed roughly, feeling her grow even wetter on my cock.
Lara didn’t need permission, but she wanted it.
She was determined and strong and capable, in every moment of every day, so it wasn’t just an honor—it was the greatest turn-on when she trusted me and turned her determination into deference.
When she handed me the reins to her body—to her pleasure—and begged me to take control.
“Come for me and scream loud,” I ordered. “No one can hear you but the mountains and me.”
Rain cascaded down her back. I heard her lungs dredge the last of her breath, and then her body seized as her release swept her away.
My fingers dug into her hips, knowing I’d leave a bruise, but it was the only way to stop her from bucking off my cock when her climax tore through her.
Her core clenched wildly around me, pulling me, milking me, sinking into me to seat me deeper.
And her scream . . . it sliced through the atmosphere as a strike of lightning turned night into day.
And that was all it took.
One bright moment for me to see how beautifully she came apart for my own release to explode. My roar stitched itself like thunder to her lightning, booming as my cock erupted, filling her all the way to the depths of her womb.
For several long minutes, my cock pulsed inside her. Like I hadn’t orgasmed in the last dozen years since we’d first met. Of course, I had, but goddamn, it didn’t feel that way. My hips rocked slow, like I could fuck her forever. Like I never wanted to stop.
It was incredible.
Somewhere deep inside my chest, I knew it would be like this.
Had known from the first time I saw her—from the first time it stirred something in me that went against the rules.
That went against everything I should feel.
It wasn’t just something—it was the thing I tried to ignore but couldn’t.
The thing that drove me to break up with her sister.
But that was the last thing she needed to hear right now. That was my guilt to carry. Not hers.
At some point, I started to hear the storm over our breathing and noticed the goose bumps painted on her back; it was time to go inside. Carefully, I slid out of her and drew her body up from the ground, feeling her shiver as I pulled her against me.
“Wild enough for you?” I rumbled and pressed my lips to her hair, feeling her melt into me. “Time for a hot shower.”
As I carried her to the door, her small moan of anticipation had my cock stirring all over again.