Chapter 4
Laird
I should have felt guilty about fucking her. I should have felt guilty about having a client in my cabin. There was nothing professional about it. But I couldn’t get myself to regret what I had done. I wasn’t going to say no to a naked, willing woman, and she had practically thrown herself at me. I had needed a release, and she had been perfect in bed.
Not that I had let her do much, I had had my way with her.
I stood in front of the fridge, staring at the beer without seeing it. I flashed back to her body. Tattoos on her shoulder, on her back and on her hips. Now, there was something you didn’t see every day. It was fucking hot when a woman wasn’t scared to express herself and didn’t fear the pain. It spoke of something strong inside her. Nature hikes, tattoos, and her short fiery hair – my kind of woman.
I took my open beer can and stood naked in the kitchen, sipping it. I had to let them know I still had her. If I didn’t call down to the base and report it, they would send out search parties for us. The last thing I needed was for them to find us here in my cabin, naked and well-done.
When I phoned the base, Jackson answered.
“It’s getting late,” he said. “Where are you?”
“I’m at the cabin, the four-wheeler lost a tire.”
“And the invalid?”
“She’s safe here with me. I’ll bring her down first thing in the morning. It’s too dangerous to head out, now.”
I glanced out of the window as I said it. It had become much too dark to venture out. I wasn’t lying.
“I’ll log it,” Jackson said. “Be safe and behave.”
I grinned and hung up. I wasn’t going to answer that. Jackson and I were friends. He was also my superior, and I had never lied to him before. I had never had a naked client in my bed before, either. But if I had a willing woman in my bed and she was staying until morning, I wasn’t going to let her go without getting another session out of her. She was too good in bed, and something like this was only going to happen to me once.
I took a bottle of water out for the woman and walked to the bedroom. She was still naked, sprawled on my bed and sexy as hell. I passed her the bottle, and she downed it in one go.
Wow.
She was fucking hot. Now that I had gotten the first orgasm out of my system, I took the time to look at her body. She was in good shape, not too skinny, muscles not too toned. Curvy with breasts big enough to fill each hand and a round ass that made me want to take a bite out of it.
Perfect.
I crawled on the bed and lay next to her. She put the empty bottle on the nightstand and looked at me. My cock was already starting to harden again. She glanced down and smiled, a devious smile that suggested she had been thinking the same thing I had.
She rolled over and climbed onto me, her legs on either side of my hips. She kissed me, her hands on my cheeks, her lips on mine. I reached up and buried my hand in her short red curls. She moved on top of me, sensual, sexual. I reached for her breast, tugging on her nipple, rolling it between my two fingers, and she made small sounds into my mouth. I wanted her to sit down on me, to bury myself inside her again.
But she had other plans. Instead of taking my cock into her, she kissed her way down my jaw, my neck, my chest. She licked a trail down my stomach and finally kissed me around my groin area. Palming my cock and running her hand slowly up and down it, she worked her way over the sensitive skin on my upper thighs and hips. I shuddered when she licked me where my thigh and my groin came together. She was driving me wild with desire. She was holding out on me, not touching my cock with her lips, and she made me want it by keeping it from me.
When she closed her mouth around the head of my dick, I groaned. It felt even better than I’d imagined. Her lips were scalding hot as she moved down, taking me deeper and deeper into her mouth. She wrapped her fingers around the base to close the distance she couldn’t cover – I was huge, even if had to say so myself – and she started bobbing her head up and down, fucking me with her mouth. I closed my eyes and let her do what she wanted with me. Her mouth was like magic, almost as good as her pussy. It took skill for a woman to give a good blowjob and this one knew what she was doing.
She pulled back before I started building an orgasm, and I was glad. I had a lot more to give, and I wanted to give it to her good and proper.
She crawled back up my body and kissed me. I could taste our sex on her lips, and it was such a turn on. I put my hands on her hips and guided her down. She knew where I was headed with this, and she looked more than happy to comply. She put her hand between her legs and found my dick, guiding me to her entrance.
When I pushed into her, her eyes rolled back, and she moaned. She sat down on top of me and moved a little to adjust to my size before she started fucking me. She bucked her hips, sliding my dick in and out of her, riding me. She was fucking hot. Her breasts swung back and forth as she rode me, her hands on my chest and her round ass jiggling on my thighs. I put my hands on her hips and encouraged her, helping her rock faster and faster. Her clit rubbed against my pubic bone, and she leaned forward. She cried out, and it didn’t take long before she orgasmed.
This was the fourth time she’d orgasmed today, and it was fucking hot to know that she was so satisfied, that I had pushed her that far. I loved it when women could let go that way. When nothing held them back, and they could give themselves over to the pleasure.
When her orgasm was over, I sat up and kissed her. She sat in my lap, my cock buried inside of her, and we rocked together on the bed, our sex slower than we had done it all afternoon. It was hot and sensual, and it drove me crazy with torture. I let her ride me like this for a while, but I couldn’t hold it much longer. I shifted, working to get my legs under me and tipped her onto her back without pulling out all the way.
Point for me.
When she was on her back, and I was between her legs again, I started fucking her the way I had the first time. I pounded into her, and she moaned and cried out with every stroke, her legs wrapping around my back. I fucked her harder and harder, pushing myself closer to another release.
She got there before I did, orgasming, and it was long and drawn out. Her body was tight around mine, and I grunted, pumping in faster and faster until I came.
I released inside of her, filling her up. I assumed she was on birth control because she didn’t seem panicked about it. In the middle of the best orgasm I’d had so far, I didn’t care about anything other than how fucking fantastic it felt.
When it was all over, I pulled out of her and collapsed onto the bed next to her. We were both breathing hard, and we were messy with sweat and sex and the dirty deed we had just done. I pulled her against me, and she took a deep breath, letting it out with billowed cheeks. She closed her eyes, and I kissed her on the cheek. I was suddenly exhausted. When her breathing slowed and steadied, I realized she was too. I waited until she was asleep before I drifted off.