Chapter 32 Calder
Calder
Smoke and sweetness filled my nostrils. The last embers of the fire were out, but a whole different flame had ignited.
“Fuck me, Calder, and find out.”
Tipping her head, I kissed her the way I always had. I kissed her like a man who’d started dreaming of her a dozen years ago and never stopped.
Back then, the timing wasn’t right. Not with her sister. Not with my mom’s death. What I felt—what we felt—was nothing more than a seed that had been planted and gone into dormancy, waiting for the right time to bloom.
Now, it more than bloomed.
I groaned as Lara’s arms slid around my neck, pressing herself to me like the last thing separating us was finally gone.
Tonight, there was no storm but us. No rain except the drench of desire in our blood. No lightning but the white-hot heat of every touch. No thunder except the booming inside my chest.
The harder I kissed her, the louder she moaned. Wordless pleas escaped her throat as her hands started to roam over me. My shoulders. My sides. My waist.
“Fuck, Lara,” I hissed as her palm sank straight to the front of my pants, cupping the heavy weight of my cock through the fabric.
“I want to taste you,” she said, dragging her mouth along my neck until her lips landed on my jaw muscle. “I want to feel you go wild in my mouth.”
I groaned, helpless as she worked open my pants. A second later, her hand was sliding along my bare length and cupping my balls. I’d barely reeled the stars in my vision back into orbit before she dropped to her knees in front of me.
I met her upturned eyes, losing my mind at the sight of her blown-out pupils, flushed cheeks, and swollen lips.
Reaching down, I cupped her cheek. “Open wide.”
Her jaw dropped.
Fisting my girth, I guided myself through her lips, and she closed them like a fucking Venus flytrap, sucking me deeper.
My eyes rolled into my head, pleasure shooting like a rocket down to the base of my spine. She shouldn’t have been on her knees. Not on the rocky ground. Not after a full day of hiking. Not tonight.
But I was only a man. I was only a man with the most beautiful woman I’d ever known choking on the length of my dick. Threading my fingers through her hair, I palmed the back of her head and started to thrust.
In and out. Deeper. And deeper.
“God, you’re so fucking perfect,” I cooed, watching my wet cock stretch and disappear into her mouth.
I listened for her stunted breaths, her sputters over the drying crackle of embers. I felt the pulse along the back of her throat every time I hit it.
Without instruction, Lara angled her head. She knew the anatomy. She knew exactly how to take me deeper. And she fucking did it. Pleasure wrapped a hard fist around the base of my spine, tightening and tightening—
“Fuck,” I grunted and jerked out of her mouth.
Before she could protest, I hauled her into my arms, lifting her under her knees.
“Don’t you dare take me to the tent,” she murmured, her lips red and swollen from stretching around my length.
My dick pulsed, and I growled, “Not a tent.” Spinning, I set her down in front of the boulder she’d sat on earlier today.
I kept her facing me only long enough to undo the front of her pants. They got to stay intact because they were the only ones she had.
“Lay down,” I ordered and turned her toward the large rock, making sure she laid herself carefully onto the surface, which was still warm from the fire. “Let’s see how wet you are, Tomb Raider. How wild you want me.”
Grabbing a fistful of the waist of her pants, I had them and her underwear down at her ankles in one firm tug. Dropping to my knees, I eyed her swollen folds, her seam slick and dripping in the moonlight.
“God, you kill me with this.” I pressed one finger in deep, and as soon as I heard the catch of her breath, I yanked it out and covered her with my mouth.
On my knees, I tongued her pussy until she whimpered and thrashed and bucked against the rock. Until she soaked my lips and chin and her desire started to run down the rock she lay on.
Until she begged for me like she hadn’t just waited twelve years for me, but waited twelve years to come, too.
She tried to reach for me, and with one hand, I grabbed both her wrists and pinned them to her lower back.
“Fuck, Lara,” I growled, sucking her clit as my cock started to weep.
She was perfect. So fucking perfect.
“Please, Calder,” she cried, trembling.
“Not yet.” I pulled her clit between my lips and sucked hard, hearing her choked breaths as soon as I released the pressure. “You promised me loud. I want to hear you come loud, and then you can take my cock.”
If I’d survive long enough.
Even now, I reached for my throbbing length, jerking it hard in my hand because I needed some relief.
“Yes, Calder . . .” she moaned, pushing back against my mouth.
I pushed my tongue through her seam, tasting inside her, and then found her swollen clit again. Sucking hard, I listened for her gasp. Her cry. And then I thrashed the aching bud with my tongue, sending her flying over the edge.
Her scream echoed all the way to the bottom of the ridge—utterly animalistic to anyone and anything that heard it—and the sweet rush of her orgasm flooded my lips.
With a roar, I shot to my feet, my fist continuing to pump my thick cock right up until I fed the fat tip into her entrance.
Pure pleasure seared through me as I tunneled into her release.
Blinding. Suffocating. The feel of her contracting around my cock the most wild, incredible thing I’d ever felt—I’d ever let myself feel.
“Fuck, that’s it, Lara. Let me in,” I growled, burying into her clenching muscles.
It was hard to concentrate on anything except the squeeze of her tight, wet, hot pussy.
Hard to concentrate on anything except the most destructive pleasure I’d ever known, ripping and thrashing its way through me.
But even as my own orgasm clawed at the inside of my stomach, I managed to focus on her.
The trembling of her limbs, the bucking of her hips.
The way her arms thrashed against my grip, but I wouldn’t release her.
“You wanted me like this. Wild and fucking you,” I bit out roughly. I wouldn’t let her run from the pleasure that was coming.
“Please . . .” she panted breathlessly.
I knew every thrust brushed her throbbing clit against the rough rock face. Every pulse brushed me against her G-spot. Her incoherent cries spilled like a landslide from her lips, begging for something she couldn’t put words to.
“And I want you like this. Trembling and writhing because you don’t think you can take more of me.” I forced the words out, feeling every contraction, every wet, hot wring of her body milking me. “I want you like this, knowing I’ll always take care of you.”
Almost instantly, she went over the edge into another climax. I pinned her to the boulder and fucked her as she split and shattered around me.
She screamed, a sound of pure anguish and ache, and came again from the invasion of my cock. Her rippling muscles spasmed tighter, the waves of pleasure rendering her limbless under me.
Lara sagged against the rock, her legs giving way and impaling me even deeper inside her. A place that made me see stars and that made her—
“Fuck.” I released her limp arms and grabbed her hips, and I lost it.
My grip tightened and angled her higher for me. The only instinct I had now was primal. A mindless, wild urge to fuck her until we left marks in the stone, just as indelibly as she’d left a mark on me.
“Fuck, Lara,” I chanted, driving into the soaking wet depths of her, my hips smacking against her ass with each thrust. Once. Twice.
Head tipped back, my groan rocketed into the night sky as I came. Pulse after wet, hot pulse, I filled her until there was nothing left of me, either. Nothing except the way I wanted her. The way I—
Carefully, I slid out of her. Peeling her jelly limbs off the rock, she whimpered and sagged against me.
I carried her under the shelter and cleaned us both before making sure she was settled under the blanket.
I checked once more to make sure the fire had gone out and then slid onto the bed beside her, pulling her to my chest.
“I’ve got you,” I murmured against her hair, listening to the soft sound of her sleeping breaths in return.
I couldn’t take her pain or her worries or her weights from her, and I wouldn’t want to.
For all the same reasons I wouldn’t let Colby beat me on our climbs.
We don’t learn to survive in life by being spared its hardships.
But I would hold her while she held them.
Protect her while she fought her fears and soothe her while her worries cast her adrift.
I had one last confession for her. This time, I wasn’t going to wait twelve years to tell her how I felt, but I was going to wait until we found her sister. Until no other emotion or situation could make her question my love for her.