Chapter Fifteen
April wondered if everyone in the Range Rover felt like her—all twitchy and hyper. She wondered if the colors around them seemed brighter. Certainly, everyone seemed to be in a manic mood as they cruised to Tofino to get supplies. Rory had the stereo on and was blasting dubstep. Miranda and Dan were nodding along in the back. The sun grew hotter by the second. Trees flashed by in saturated shades of green.
They stopped in Tofino and bought basa fillets for the barbecue. Then they filled up Dan’s growlers at the microbrewery. In the same manic mood, they headed back to the campsite where Rory began to build a fire while Dan and Miranda set about marinating the fish.
April went over to check on her sleeping bag. It was dry, so she laid it back in the tent. She wondered whether she and Rory would be sharing a tent that night. Twice on the drive back, he’d brushed against her, and they exchanged so many glances, it was getting ridiculous.
Something’s going to happen, she thought and hugged herself with excitement.
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After dinner, April stood with Rory over the fire. “Where have Miranda and Dan gone?” she asked.
He grinned, his teeth flashing in the fire light. “Probably somewhere to make out.”
“Do you want to go for a walk?” she asked.
“Sure,” Rory said. “But what about the bears?”
April waved a dismissive hand. Since she’d dodged death, she no longer cared about the bears. She felt invincible.
He reached for her hand. She felt a jolt as he took it. Then he led her along the path through the trees and onto the cliff. She gasped. The sky was littered with thousands of stars and it was so clear she could even see the veil of the Milky Way.
Rory turned to her. “I’ve been coming here for years and I’ve never known weather like this. You must be a good weather charm.”
He leaned in and kissed her. The kiss was different from the one in at the swimming hole, which had been fierce, a knee-jerk reaction against the threat of death. This kiss was slower and more sensual. He parted her lips with his tongue and slid it into her mouth. A tingle went through April’s body, traveling to the tips of her toes.
Still kissing her, he slipped her top over her head. She pressed herself against his chest. Her nipples were hard and ached to be sucked.
Expertly, he unhooked her bra, which fell to the ground. He stared at her tits and gave a low groan of admiration before cupping one breast in his hand. She arched toward him. He took her nipple between his forefinger and thumb and gave it a tweak.
Suck it, she thought. Please, please suck it.
As if reading her mind, he leaned down, popped her nipple into his mouth, and teased it out between his teeth. She felt like she was going to come right there and then.
He took off his hoodie and laid it on the ferns, spreading it out like a blanket. She lay down on it and watched him pull down his shorts, then his boxer shorts. His cock twanged out, free from the material. It reached all the way up to his belly button. Her eyes widened. She’d never seen a cock so big before, or so thick. Is it even going to fit? The throbbing mushroom-head glistened with pre-cum. Clearly, he wanted her just as much as she wanted him.
Reaching out, she held his cock at the base. Then she rose to her knees and put her tongue onto the shaft. Rory’s cock quivered. She licked up the shaft toward the top, stopping at the rim of the head before dragging her tongue across the tip. He tasted nice and salty. She clamped her lips around the head and swirled his tongue over it. Rory began to moan and pump into her mouth. He was so big and went so deep, she struggled not to gag.
He pushed her away.
“What’s wrong?” she asked.
“I don’t want to come, not yet. I need to be inside you.” His voice was thick with urgency.
He pulled her panties down her legs and off over her ankles. She smelled his testosterone mixed with the scent of salt from the ocean and the smoke on his skin. Above her, the stars seemed to throb.
Suddenly, doubt gripped her. Should she be doing this? She hadn’t known him for long. But already her treacherous body was taking over, and she found herself lying down and spreading her legs. He grabbed the insides of her thighs so hard she knew there’d be bruises.
“Wait,” she gasped. “Do you have a condom?”
Rory picked up his shorts from the ground and pulled a condom out of back pocket. He turned away to put on the condom, then lay on top of her and started kissing her again. His erection pressed against her leg and she felt the glorious crush of his body. She was so turned on she could barely breathe. Cream slid down her thighs.
“You’re beautiful,” he murmured. Sincerity rang through his voice. The crash of the waves matched her exhales of breath.
His hands moved between her legs, and he eased one finger inside her. She let out a ragged breath. He took the finger out, then inserted two fingers. He began thrusting them in and out of her fast.
The smell of the ferns. The thick brine in the air. The stars continued to pulse like crazy.
“You’re beautiful… I’ve never met someone like you…” Rory’s breath fanned her neck as he murmured fragments of sentences to her.
They were like refrains or incantations, like wisps of prayers. And they were all that made sense, she thought. Because right now, the world had lost its meaning and the only thing that mattered, that meant anything, was him and her.
“Wrap your legs around my waist,” he ordered
She lifted her legs and clamped them around the sides of his muscular body. He pushed his cock into her, and she cried out. He filled her completely; he was so big and thick. With measured thrusts, he began to pump inside her.
The pumping grew harder, faster. His cock went right up to the hilt.
Slap, slap. She heard his balls slap against her, registered the slap of skin on skin. She threw her head back, and he leaned down and kissed the column of her throat before squeezing her nipples with the rough pads of his thumbs.
Still, she could hear the waves crashing. They seemed to be speeding up like breath. Inside her, her own wave was forming. But it was only small, so small she didn’t have to worry about it yet.
Rory tapped her clit. She mewled. The wave inside her grew bigger. He tapped her clit again, then kneaded the hell out of the little bud. Spasms shot up her. She clenched the muscles of her pussy and gripped his cock. It was all too much—his hand on her clit, the relentless pumping.
“Go on,” he muttered. “Come. I want you to cream all over my cock.”
It was the permission she needed. She let go, and the wave inside her broke. Her eyes rolled back into her head, and she howled up at the stars.
Rory began to move faster, then faster still. He called out and made animal sounds. With a cry, he found his own release, and after stiffening, he collapsed on top of her. She imagined his spunk pumping into her and filling her body.
For a while, they lay entwined. It was hard to work out where his body ended and where hers began. Their sweat intermingled, and when they breathed, it felt like they were breathing as one.
Finally, Rory broke the silence. “Was that okay?” he asked, stroking her cheek.
She shrugged. “Yeah, it was okay, I guess.”
“What?” His voice was like a thunder crack.
“It was more than okay,” April continued. “It was bloody amazing.”
A grin broke across his handsome face.
“I guess we should get back to camp,” April said. “Miranda and Dan must be worried about us. They probably think we’ve been eaten by bears.”
But when they got back to pitch, it was empty. April guessed that Miranda and Dan had gone to bed. She and Rory went to their tent and crawled inside it. Rory managed to zip their sleeping bags together. They wriggled out of their clothes and slithered into the womb of goose down.
April felt something nudge at her leg. Her eyebrows shot up toward her hairline. “Are you serious?” she hissed. “What, again?”
His cock pushed against her for the second time. She frowned. Surely, tent sex was the yuckiest, most unromantic thing on the planet. But as she was saying this, already her hand was delving down. Her thumb and forefinger spanned the impressive girth of his cock.