CHAPTER 22
Guy had Morgan pinned against her Jeep, trapped between sexy biceps and held down by the peaks and valleys of his well-defined rock hard abs. Weaving one hand into her hair, he pulled her head back in primitive fashion, exposing her neck for his pleasure. Heat so rich, so sweltering, was coursing through her vixen like body, leaving every inch of her body completely sensitive to his touch it nearly hurt.
Just feeling him against her body, despite the cotton barrier between them, was so intense that the touch of his lips sent a sensual shudder to her core, the feel of his tongue, nearly her undoing. She couldn’t get enough of his torrid seduction. It left her painfully craving the rock hard tease that he had pressed against her belly. He squeezed her firm ass, earning a breathy moan from the intense revelry he was forging. It was damn near suffocating.
“Get me out of here. NOW.” She panted, desperate to satisfy the ache between her legs that left her wet. For him.
Without a single word, he lifted her, wrapping her around his waist to move her away from the passenger side door. A deep toe tingling kiss distracted her while he opened her door to seat her in the car. Before he could do anything, she drove her core against him and began to ride him trying to relieve the pressure he had built, but more so to taunt him.
“Jesus, Lord, honey. You do that and it’s about to get real embarrassing out here in the parkin’ lot.”
“Then get your ass in the car and let’s go.”
For the second time, in a handful of minutes, she smacked his fine, tight ass, encouraging him to listen.
The nice thing about small towns, small mountain towns anyway, is that the sun goes down and everyone goes home. No traffic. Lots of short cut back roads. Taking the quickest, and shortest, route back to Pinecrest, Morgan interrupted his focused, corner hugging raceway driving,
“Turn here!” she shouted, startling him. “Turn right! Right here!”
An old Forest Service road, no longer used, was the new route to wherever they were headed. Guy hadn’t been down this road, nor did he know where they were going. But, he didn’t fucking care, as long as it got him out of the car and in Morgan sooner rather than later.
“Here,” she pointed to the left, waving her hand in a hurried motion. “Left! Left!”
An even narrower dirt road was their new path to wherever she wanted to finish what they started only minutes before, outside The Pump House. It was quickly revealed that it wasn’t a road, but a driveway they were traveling, when the trees and brush halted, exposing a small picture perfect cabin-like house with a wide open prairie beyond. Late at night, and pitch black dark, it was easy to see the shadowy distance beyond, thanks to heavily star dotted sky and the brightly lit silvery moon. By day, the scenery of McKenzie Ridge was breathtaking, by night it was absolutely stunning.
“Where are we?” he asked, still in awe from the vision before him.
“Pinecrest.”
It had felt familiar, but much of the area did as it boasted similar glorious beauty.
“Pinecrest?” he asked.
She opened her door, letting herself out of the Jeep, headed toward the house. “This is the hunting cabin. We’re at the back of Pinecrest property. You haven’t been out this far before?”
Following her, he looked around again. Although still familiar, he couldn’t say he had
been out this far before. “I haven’t, I’d remember this. What the…”
Squinting his eyes, looking all directions, he followed the sound that had his attention. A small babbling creek flowed from behind the house, off in to the distance, leaving a mirror like trail in his view.
“Shit. The key isn’t here. I haven’t been here in ages, it hasn’t been used for years. No telling where it went.”
“How does this go unused? It’s like its own little paradise out here, Morgan. I could spend days, weeks even, out here, alone, with…you.” And he meant every word.
Apparently, they were the right
words at that because she had her arms around him and mouth on his before he could take his next breath. Standing between the locked house and Morgan’s Jeep, they had picked up where they had left off.
With passion hot, lurid, and oh so sexy, there was no time for sweet notions and thoughtful touches. No, this was raw, primal, and dirty and he needed to get her somewhere where he could have his wicked way with her magnificent body. Show her just how deep their enticing love went, and the provocative allure it attracted between them. The Jeep. Guy quickly released the button and let down the zipper of her curve hugging jeans before sweeping her from her feet and carrying her to the vehicle. Breaking their kiss wasn’t his favorite idea, but he had to rethink his mission.
“What is it?” she asked, her question a near whisper, and breathy, which turned him on even more.
“Jeep’s, not big enough.” Looking around briefly, he shrugged his shoulders, picked her up, and laid her across the hood, on her back. “We need a truck. But this will do…for now.”
Morgan laid there, long dark hair splayed across the hood, her big brown eyes heavy with desire, back slightly arched, breathing labored by the lust consuming her. Reaching for her waist, Guy grabbed the top of her jeans and pulled them down taking her sexy black lace panties and high heels with them. Erotic enough to bring her to the edge of ecstasy with that single move.
Pausing to take in the sight before him, a deep guttural sound left him as he licked his lips, ready to have his way with her perfect wet mound. One thing was missing, he decided, something he had been imagining all night…those sexy black high heels. One at a time, he put them back on her, kissing a trail up each leg, with each shoe. He was driving her crazy.
Guy undid his pants, freeing himself before being confined could hurt. He was so ready, so hard, and anxious to take his happy ending…but not before hers. Grabbing her by the waist again, he quickly pulled her to the edge of the Jeeps hood, hooking each sexy leg over each of his shoulders. The sudden movement, and vulnerable position he had her in, exposing her most private state in a wide open manner for all of nature to see was so provocative, so sexy, she could feel her pleasure building. Just the thought of him staring at her so intimately, made her moan, and hunger for more. Before feasting on her delight, one last move set the perfect escapade in motion. He pulled her shirt up and pulled her bra down, letting her heavy, round breasts out for his viewing and fondling pleasure. She was perfect.
Hands tracing the inside of her thighs, he said, “God, look at you. So beautiful. So perfect. All mine.”
His words stroked her libidinous desire, like a deep warm seductive stroke of his tongue, causing her to arch her back, and let her knees fall wider, inviting his satisfying touch. Hand drifting higher on her thighs, he rounded her hips, and held her ass in his hands as his head dipped into heaven. A single lash of his tongue had him pulling her raised ass back down, so he could finish what he’d barely started.
Her spikey heels digging into his shoulders were an unforeseen bonus of pain and pleasure – she was wild and completely hot for him. Moans getting louder, her breathing erratic, with his hands hooked around the back of her thighs, he pulled her back down hard into his face so he could bring her the pleasure she was crying for while his hand slid under, finding its way to her hot, wet, mound.
The intensity of his erotic doings was nearly too much for Morgan to handle. Her legs fell completely open, resting on the hood of the Jeep when his first finger, then second, entered her, falling in sync with the motions of his tongue. With a smirk on his face, his mouth working over her tight bundle of nerves, and her wet core full with his two fingers, she rocked against him. Screaming his name, she finally came undone; when his thumb added pressure to the sensitive area they hadn’t explored yet, her ass.
Guy wasn’t done with her yet, not even close. With her scorching wave of euphoria still pulsing through her, Guy pulled his fingers from her and grabbed her hips. He flipped her over, face down on her car, facing away from him.
His undone pants dropped to the ground with one hand, while he held her with the other and entered her from behind, ready for his own pulsing ride. The motion was so fast, and unexpected, that his first long hard thrust earned him a loud howling moan he’d yet to hear before. That sound, and her sexy ass bouncing off of him, had him twisted in knots. He was trying not to finish before he had a chance to really start.
With her legs dangling from the edge of the Jeep, Morgan had turned slightly to one side, giving herself access to her own breasts. She massaged her own breast, pinching, tweaking, and pulling her own nipples without giving a flying fuck who saw, while she put on a show for her man.
“That’s right, baby. You’re so beautiful, I could watch you do that all day.” His words emboldened her with a rousing lewd courage he didn’t expect from his sexy but sweet girl turned naughty exhibitionist.
Morgan’s hand crept down her side, looking for her surprise from him. Her hand between her legs, he felt her fingers on either side of his hard erection, while he pounded into her, letting him know she was there.
The simplicity of it, feeling her hands so gently, intimately, fired a filthy amorous jolt through him that he couldn’t explain.
He needed to return the favor and make her explode, harder than he’d done before. She wanted it, he felt her intense need, her sweat laden body, scorching hot, and her fast high pitched cries told him everything when she began to rub and circle her own tight bundle of nerves. She needed relief from the height of the climax he’d just begun to give her.
Returning to the new area of exploration from moments before, his hand traced the center of her ass until he found the spot he was looking for. Her body told him he was there when it tightened and she pushed her ass against him, giving him a slight entrance. Just enough pressure to build an intensity that put her over the edge with only a few more thrusts. She came down so hard around him, they both nearly dropped to their knees, weakened by the fervid bliss that was over them.
Guy quickly redressed himself before helping her do the same. Sliding down the side of the Jeep, they took a seat on the ground, hand in hand, staring off into the moonlit prairie while they caught their breath.
With her head on his shoulder, Morgan began to giggle, free hand over her heart. “I think I died just now. I can’t even feel my heart beating, I think it’s done!”
Lifting her hand, entwined with his own, he kissed her knuckles in a soft sweet sweep. “It’s okay, I feel your heart beating.” He tapped his chest with his open hand and finished, “right here, with me.”
His sentiment was simple, but full of meaning. Gentle, soft, and caring – when only moments before he was rough, edgy, and raw. How she loved this man, every side of him. So much so, it hurt.
As if he could hear her thoughts, he pulled her to his lap, and looked her in the eye while brushing her hair behind her ear. “I love you baby. So damn much.”
And he kissed her.