“What if they see your light?” Holly whispers.
“I don’t give a fuck. We’re not getting bit by a snake or getting a rash. I don’t believe any of them would come looking unless you screamed.”
Holly takes an audible, deep breath.
“You underestimate Jane.”
I chuckle louder than I mean to as I lay down the thicker blanket. I turn off the flashlight and pull Holly to me, finding her lips with ease. She’s pliant beneath my palms, and I squeeze her ass as her digits crawl back under my shirt.
“Now, I’ll ask again. How dangerous are we talking, Holly?”
“I’ve been thinking about sitting on your dick all damn day, Jaxon.”
Fuuuuuuuuuuck.
I suck in a breath. I was expecting some heavy petting. Not that.
“Was earlier not quite enough?”
“It only made me more hungry for you.”
A soft rumble crawls up my throat as I tease her waistband along the front, before sliding around toward the back, where my hand dips beneath her thong-line and grasps a handful of her ass. It’s perfect. She drags her lips along my Adam’s apple, up to my jawline, and I clench my teeth because it feels so damn good.
“Hmmm, I’m going to have to feed you then. Can’t have you going hungry.”
“Please, feed me.”
“I never expected those three words to ever come out sounding that hot.”
“Jaxon…” Holly warns breathlessly as I feel her fumbling with the button of her jeans.
“Give me that mouth,” I demand, latching onto her feverishly as I take her button clasp from her hands and pop the button fully. She moans softly when I unzip the zipper and yank the ass of her jeans over her luscious skin, along with her underwear.
“You know the drill: one leg out,” I whisper hotly next to her ear before grazing my teeth down the side of her neck. She hums from the sensation while I help her shake a leg out of her jeans. She gets a gold star at multitasking though because she’s somehow managed to already free my zipper during all of that. My fingers find her slick, and we both moan into each other’s mouths when I slide a digit deep.
“Sit, Jaxon,” she commands, yanking on my jeans so they fall around my thighs. I feel like a horny teenager trying to make it with my pants at the ready, as in, ready to be pulled up in seconds should they have to be.
I make a home against the trunk of the big tree, grabbing her thighs and pulling her close before she can sit down. My tongue darts out, licking up the seam of her and groaning low, the first taste of her intoxicating me.
“Spread those legs, Sweetheart.”
A huff of stuttered air sounds above me, and I grin darkly, feeling her legs quiver slightly as she does what I ask like the good girl she is. I reward her with another, this lick longer, deeper, as my fingers skate up her inner thigh to her wet center.
“Such a good girl,” I whisper hotly against her clit, flicking it lightly with my tongue just once before sliding my finger in–up to the knuckle. She breathes in deep, whimpers, then groans, sinking her fingers into my hair and tugging hard when I slip in a second finger.
“Oh, fuck,” Holly whimpers as her knees threaten to give way. It only emboldens me.
“One hand on the tree,” I demand, throwing her bare leg over my shoulder as I grasp her ass and pull her tight against my mouth. She has no choice but to do exactly that in order to stay upright. I curl my fingers, and her pussy jerks in my mouth. I let her clit pop out. “Remember, they’re all right up there. Your sounds are mine, not theirs, got it?”
“Uh-huh…” she moans out as quietly as possible, and it ends in a gasp when I suck her clit back into my mouth with an eager pull. That was hot. Her legs really start to shake, and I begin to wonder how much longer she’ll be able to stand. I look up at her while I twist my wrist back and forth, and she tenses, her mouth opening on a silent scream as I tip her over the edge. Her gasping pants have me teetering on the edge of insanity as she bucks against my mouth and fingers. I work her until she pulls her leg off my shoulder.
“Is that better?” I ask, giving her an out if she really doesn’t want to go further out here. Letting her know this is about her, not me.
“Fuck no. Give me more,” she pants as she drops and grabs my chin before slashing her lips over mine, her legs straddling me. She reaches between us and notches my rock hard cock at her center and sucks in a sharp breath with me as she impales herself on my tip. Her grip tightens on my jaw as she begins to work herself onto my rigid length. She looks feral with need, her plush lips parted.
“Now, I want to watch you as I take what I want,” she breathes out as she swallows me inch by fucking glorious inch. I gulp, mesmerized and fucking hot for this untamed version of her. When I place my hand on her hip to help, she bats it off with a frustrated little growl that has my lips turning up at the corner. “Just feel me.”
I lay my head back against the trunk in blatant surrender, watching as her lips part further with every inch of me she takes, and gasping with her every time she gasps and squeezes. By the time she takes all of me, I’m panting, grasping at the blanket because every part of me that surrendered to just feeling her is screaming now. She unlocked something feral in me, and I don’t want to put it back in its cage.
