CHAPTER FIFTEEN
WREN
We decide to head out for a late-afternoon walk after a lazy day in bed, a walk that soon turns into getting lost.
“Where the hell are we?” I ask, noting how every damn tree looks the same around here.
“If I was going to bet, I’d say somewhere down near old man Hubert’s property.”
Carter’s dad owned a property out this way when we were younger. I think the boys liked it, a place where they could be free. I’d come on occasion, join the brothers. While Magnus was busy boozing it up with the Sheriff, the three of us would cause havoc in town or sunbake out on the deck. Carter once told me some of his happiest memories were made at that property, which I suppose is why he bought the cabin.
The sun’s already set. Night falls fast, filling in the last traces of light.
Carter crouches. “Well, well. What do we have here?”
I come up to Carter’s side. He points. “Look.”
There’s a big bonfire in a field ahead, a group of people gathered around it in a ring.
He breathes in. “God, I love that smell.”
“Do I need to be worried?” I whisper.
He switches off the torch. “Let’s go in for a closer look.”
“Aren’t we technically trespassing here?”
“Live a little, Wren. You’re with me now. I’m a criminal, remember?”
I roll my eyes. It’s hard to forget. “Alright, but if one of these hillbillies pulls a gun, I’m using you as a human shield.”
“Be my guest,” he smiles.
I follow Carter until we’re probably fifty yards from the bonfire. I can make out the people around it a clearer now, most of them men in hunting attire, beers in hand. From the sound of it, they’ve been drinking for a while.
We’re in the tree line, what I imagine to be just out of sight here in the darkness, yet even from this distance my skin prickles from the heat of the fire.
Carter carefully puts his pack down, placing his finger against his lips. He takes off his jacket, gently dropping it beside the pack.
I mouth ‘What are you doing?’ when he pulls his T-shirt over his head, discarding it to the ground.
Here we go again. Did he go to prison or a nudist colony?
He undoes his belt, unbuttoning his jeans and sliding them down his legs with his underwear bundled inside, his cock bobbing free in the night air.
He stands there naked. “Strip,” he whispers, lips feathering my earlobe.
“Are you insane?” I whisper back.
“Strip,” he replies, smiling.
Fuck me.
As I do, I can’t help but take in his body, his beautiful, long lashes drawing my gaze to his eyes, obsidian in the semi-darkness. His hair doesn’t exist, the color of night, a look on his face equal parts primal and raw.
I take off my jacket, shirt, and pants unable to believe we’re doing this again, putting them down next my boots and careful to be as quiet as possible lest we alert the bonfire goers to our presence.
I breathe in, reaching around to unclasp my bra, my panties soon following suit until we’re both standing there as nature intended.
I have to admit, the sudden feeling of freedom is incredible.
I hold my breath, knees tapping together.
A breeze gathers behind me. I can smell the damp leaves under my feet.
A quarter-moon sits low in a cloudless sky above.
Carter moves to me. He’s so close I can smell his dampness. Deeper, there is an exotic scent, something intangible but intoxicating all the same. It closes off the part of me that wants to turn, to run. It is the animal below.
He’s so close.
I’m dirty and sweaty, a slickness growing between my thighs.
Carter looks down between us. “You’re wet,” he whispers, voice light.
I press my thighs tighter together, hot shame on my face.
Carter stands until we’re chest to chest. He presses his fingers between my legs and draws his hand away sticky with my arousal. His eyes burn into me. He wipes a finger across his lower lip, the plump slug of it turned bright and glistening. He draws another finger down the side of his cheek, my desire smeared there in an arrowhead.
There’s a needful pang between my legs, a sprout of pure wickedness extending.
His hands run up my sides until they’re gathered around my neck, his hardness between us.
Laughter comes from the bonfire.
My bare nipples grow stiff against the night air, dark and dusky. Between my breasts lies the bird pendant Carter made for me, the small piece of him I’ve held so close for so long.
His hands cover my pale breasts.
His hot lips are against the side of my neck, then on my own.
Our tongues play like liquid, cold and hot and constantly in motion. The urgency by which Carter takes me is a surprise, an urgent need drilling down into my own sopping core.
I place my hands against the hard sides of his body and tremble against him, my own skin suddenly feeling far too tight.
The bonfire continues to crackle on, spindly embers dancing into the night sky.
His fingers close around my tender nipples between us. I cry out, voice muffled by his mouth. I pant into him, his tongue silencing me every time and the moon bathing us both in soft, indigo light.
He nips at my top lip before sweeping down my neck, planting blooms of moisture before he takes a nipple into his mouth, his head tilting and eyes watching for my reaction. His lips are soft and pillowy, a complete juxtaposition to his hard jaw and body.
He kneels onto the earth before me, hands on the soft summits of my hips.
I push at the top of his head, still not sure I can do it in public like this. My cheeks burn brighter knowing he draws close to my sex. I am not used to having a man in such proximity, so close to my private areas.
I watch the men at the bonfire. Surely they can see us, but no. We’re hidden here in the dark.
Carter’s lips brush the light sponge rising from my pubis. His hands are closed around my rump. He watches me made silver by the moon. I wait for him to vanish, to evaporate before me, but no. This is no dream.
My heart is pounding, face brushed with anxiety as he works. When his lips press against my wet lower lips, I buckle, a twisted and strained sound caught in my throat as I struggle to stay on my feet.
“Carter,” I whimper.
He speaks right into my burning, slick core. “I know.”
He touches me like I am a holy artifact, moving his head up and grounding his tongue into the hollow pond of my navel. The stubble on his chin rasps against my porcelain skin, my stomach clenching hard and my core flipping over itself in terror and delight.
He loops around my navel before pressing me hard in the chest. I stumble backwards, tripping over my clothes and falling to the icy earth. Leaves crumple under my weight, my fingers clawing into the dirt, but before I can do anything he is upon me, coming up between my legs and drawing my thighs wide.
His fingers shift under my backside, dig into the flesh of my ass, and there he presses his tongue forward, right into my burning center.
His tongue moves back and forth in slow, agonizing strokes, exploring and testing. I sigh and quiver, digging my fingers deeper into the dirt as he finds the stiff bud at the top of my mound. He presses his tongue against it firmly, a master of seduction. He sweeps over it, pulling it into this mouth, sucking upon it until I am soaking and sticky below, my arousal mixing with the damp earth, everything hot and cloudy.
He slides a finger inside me, stroking it leisurely in and out while he moves his tongue in time—licking, sucking, fucking me to completion. But more than anything, he tastes me, worshipping at my hidden altar.
I grind down against him hard, one of my dirt-heavy hands running through his hair, holding him in place while I buck and tilt to take him deeper, anything to relieve the fire that burns below.
He concentrates on the bud while I gasp helplessly, overwhelmed, ashamed, begging him to take me. My core drips and grows wetter. Whether it is desire I do not know, only that it pleases him, his tongue sweeping around the bottom of my pussy to collect and savor it.
He adds another finger, stretching and probing further.
My heels dig into the soil. I plant myself and lift my legs, my sex opening wide.
I grow hotter, blood rushing in my ears and my climax so close I could reach out and capture it, but he won’t allow it. He comes away from my core, my arousal smeared on his lips and cheeks. In the moonlight it is black, an inky oil. He kisses the top of my thigh and leaves there a dark imprint.
As he climbs my body, I see his hunger, the wild craving. I hang there on the precipice of release, my sex pulsing around the fingers still jammed into my slit. His thumb moves up to press against my clit, his fingers working and churning inside me, a light burn as I’m stretched to my breaking point.
He watches my face with fascination, observes how I shiver and quake below his hard body. His chest is bare, corrugated in stony muscle. He lies on me like a block of marble, his hardness pressed against my leg.
With a sudden twist of his wrist, his fingers curl up inside me, something exploding there like a summer storm.
My legs flap around him. I close my eyes and try to gather myself, to bring my breathing back to normal.
There’s another burst of laughter from the bonfire, raucous voices, but Carter refuses to stop.
He shifts between my legs, angling himself into position.
He reaches for the wallet in his jeans, no doubt for the condom he keeps there.
I grab his hand and pull it back. “No. It’s okay.”
I reach my hand up and place it against the tattoo on his arm, trace my finger around the cryptic symbols and slanted letters there.
“Please,” I whisper, eyes blinking, “take me.”
He presses his lips against my own. I taste my arousal.
He straddles me, drawing himself up and holding the back of my head. He presses his cock down towards my mouth and I take it eagerly between my lips.
I run my tongue down the velvety shaft of his member, draw my lips over the rubbery bulb of his cockhead to taste the sweet dew that sits in his slit. He arches and moans while I work him, moving from the hairy root of his sex right up to the tip.
He holds my hair fisted in his hand, presses me down against him until he is caught in my throat, my breath stifled and my muscles compressing and releasing against him. He holds me there and waits, waits until I can take no more before pulling me away.
I watch his cock bob wetly before my eyes as he presses me back down onto the earth and moves over my body. I lose myself in his eyes, in the dark mystery that lies beyond them. He cradles me there, the head of his cock anchored in the wet folds of my pussy. I spread myself for him and wait, still unable to comprehend I am about to be taken here in the open, so close to these strangers.
His cock nuzzles deeper and he sinks home in one stroke. He holds his length there inside me, our pubic bones ground together.
Carter draws back with his giant cock, seemingly too large, but as he moves and thrusts, it begins to diminish, a new flood of arousal slickening my walls, my body opening up and enveloping him in full.
Soon we are pressed together in sweet agony. I moan and whimper while he grunts above, clouds of breath betraying his state of arousal. He moves slow in short, stabbing strokes and then draws into me long and deep, burying the full body of his cock into my wet pussy.
I draw towards another release. He senses it, his surges becoming more urgent and fierce, the wet slapping of our bodies in contrast to the whisper of the breeze over his back and the crackle of the bonfire.
His mouth comes against me, tongues twisted together while he pins me into the earth with every stroke. I soak his shaft, fistfuls of dirt and dead leaves in my hands as I shudder and shake below.
We break apart and I look into the oceanic depths of his eyes, finding no mercy. But written on his face is something else, lines creased together and twitching, all the proof I need of the effect I am having on him.
Holding my hair in one hand, the other under a buttock, sweat cooling on my skin to match his own, I whisper what I require in his ear before my voice returns to soft, animal whimpering once more.
I lift my legs and he finds a new hollow inside my body. I ease a hand between us and let my fingers fall on my clit, a shock of sensation following and my climax slamming into me in a dark rush.
My hips jam upwards soggy from the wet earth. I arch out, the very stars above caught in my eyes, as Carter gives a final thrust and fires forth his release.
When he draws away from my body, spent, I collapse onto my back, licking my lips, a dull but welcome ache between my legs.