All To Myself (8 page)

Noah’s gaze followed their flight from her hand to the beach next to him, then turned back to her with an incredulous look. “You play dirty.”

“Come and get me,” she teased, and dove under the water. When she resurfaced, Noah was waist deep and cursing a streak. She cackled as she treaded water. “Pussy.”

“My balls are in my throat,” he said, and went under so fast she worried he’d gotten a cramp. He bobbed up directly in front of her and took hold of her hips. “Come here and warm me up, and do not laugh.”

Had he not said anything, she wouldn’t have quaked with laughter as he pressed against her. He had lost his hard-on completely.

“This was a bad idea. I am the king of bad ideas. I could be feeling you up in the warm tent right now, but instead I just succeeded in humiliating myself in front of the hot naked girl.”

“Just shut up and kiss me.”

Though she’d never admit it, he’d been right about the water. It was cooler than usual, and Rory lost herself in the heat of his mouth. She wrapped her arms around him and let the heat move through her with the rush of blood beneath the surface. Around and around they bobbed until they were close enough to shore for him to stand and lift her off her feet. With one hand splayed across her ass, he let the water take her weight and used his other hand to explore between her legs.

He circled the mouth of her cunt with the tip of his finger. “After I left the bar tonight, before I went for groceries, I jerked off in the shower thinking about how wet you were when I was playing with you last night.”

Rory moaned as he kissed a trail from her ear to her shoulder, nibbling and sucking along the way. The thought of him as naked as he was now, the spray pummeling him from above as he pumped his cock in her fist made her ravenous.

She arched her back and rocked her hips back and forth. He moved with her as his cock began to fill out once more. The bigger and harder he got, the more he moaned, and the more she wanted it all. When he was fully erect once more, she wriggled to her feet and led him towards the shore.

“That was a quick swim,” he said with a chuckle.

Where the sea met the sand, she pushed him down and went to her knees. “This won’t be as quick.”

Propped up on his elbows, Noah’s breath came hard as he spoke. “What are you doing to me?”

“What I want,” she whispered, and flicked her tongue across the smooth glans.

“Don’t make me come. I don’t know if I’ll be able to get it up a second time.”

She had never found the water as sensual as when it frothed around her and beneath him as she mouthed him. Wet, naked and bathed in moonlight, he looked like some god that had risen from the sea to offer himself to her. Every sweep of her tongue along his shaft, every pucker of her mouth around the tip, every caress of his balls made him suck hard through his teeth. She doubted he felt the cold any longer, not when she had offered him somewhere so warm and inviting.

As she worked even more of him into her mouth, he groaned and lifted his hips, then just as quickly he pushed against her.

“I’ve had enough of the beach. I want the tent now. I want you.”

“I want you, too,” she got out in a rush of breath just as he captured her mouth. She wished she had no common sense left in her. She wished she could lift her hips and sink down on him right there on the beach, and to hell with common sense, safe sex and consequences.

Like they were caught in a strong wind, they pushed and pulled at one another. One moment the fever had cooled long enough for them to break apart, and then in the next they were wrapped up in it once more. Noah finally let out a growl and sprang to his feet. He pulled her with him and parting from him to collect her clothes actually hurt her, as did the careful trek up the bank and back to the campsite.

Their clothes left discarded outside, Noah shut them both off from the world with a snarling zip of the tent door. Rory settled back on the sleeping bag, her ass cushioned by the spongy foam pad beneath her. He turned on the lantern hanging from the roof of the tent and she threw her arms over her face, then heard him growl.

“I know that pose isn’t supposed to be sexy, but it is,” he said as he knelt between her legs, “like you’re trying to hide--like after you sucked me and you got shy.”

Rory slipped her arms up to rest above her head and smiled up at him. “I’m not shy now.”

“Show me.” He slipped his hands beneath her knees and drew her legs apart.

Nothing in the whole world, not a goddamn thing, was sexier than Noah Hyland slipping his fingers into his mouth to wet them. It was unnecessary. She was already wet for him, lifting her hips as he slipped his fingers inside. The pressure of his fingertips against her inner wall sent a hot shiver up her spine.

“Move with me,” he murmured, and bent low to kiss the wisp of blond hair over her mound. “Ride my fingers.”

With the tip of his tongue against her clitoris, Rory bucked up. Compared to last night, Noah was neither slow, nor gentle. He knew just what to do to her and found his cadence immediately.

The pleasure was nearly unbearable. She was maddened by it, clawing the sleeping bag over her head as her frenzied thoughts tried to keep up with what was happening to her body. Her writhing only seemed to urge him on. The wet sounds he made grew louder, joining her gasps and whimpers to fill the tent.

So close.

He closed his mouth around her and the hot suction sent a wild pulse through her. She released her hold on the sleeping bag and cupped his head. He gave no resistance as she held him in place and ground against his mouth. The steady thrust of his fingers never relented, nor did the fluttering of his tongue. Noah remained steady as Rory was overtaken by the abandon his attention invoked.

In the aftermath, everything was blanketed in a splotchy haze of red. Her head floated, but her body was sluggish. The only thing that anchored her in the waking world was Noah’s kiss on the insides of her thighs, and his fingers still flexing between her throbbing walls.

She struggled up onto her forearms and met his gaze. “Come up here … please.”

He righted himself with a low groan and reached for the tattered carry-on he’d tucked next to her backpack.

It took less than a minute for him to extract a condom from its foil package and roll it over his dick, but time seemed to stretch on forever for Rory. She curled her fingers and toes, her body riddled with electric anticipation, and with that final snap she went onto her back and reached for him.

“I’m probably rushing you,” he whispered as he loomed over her.

“Shush.”

“I should go slower.”

She reached between them and guided his cock where it belonged. “Shush.”

For the first time in her short sexual history, Rory felt tears pricking behind her eyes as he pushed into her. She couldn’t make any sense of it and she didn’t want to. She just wanted to lose herself in it.

Upon filling her completely, Noah groaned and raised himself up onto his hands. He trembled as he looked down upon her and seemed to want to say something more, but Rory wouldn’t let him. She tucked her legs around his waist, her feet draped over his ass, and pushed down.

Incomprehensible words gurgled over his lips as he began to move. With every thrust the muscles in his shoulders went taut, beckoning her touch. Even when she roamed her hands across the expanse of his chest, they itched for more. She skimmed her palms down his ribs, and when she reached his narrow hips she held on. She knew he was holding back.

“More,” she whispered. “Harder.”

He picked up his pace steadily, pumping the length in and out of her pussy with a little more force each time. What his fingers had begun against her core, his cock continued. With every shunt over that sweet spot, the thrill running through her swelled.

She pushed again on his ass. “Harder.”

“I don’t want to hurt you.”

“You won’t.”

He went balls deep and wriggled on top of her, spreading his legs out and dropping down onto his forearms. Rory let her legs fall on either side of him and pressed her feet against the makeshift mattress.

Nose to nose, eye to eye, they matched each other perfectly. With each thrust, Rory rose up to meet him, ruled by the jolt of his weight against her clit and the growing spark of pleasure against her inner wall.

“Oh--oh!” She lurched up as a surprising little throb went through her. It unseated her, leaving Noah firmly in charge as she reeled. He put his weight into her, pinning her upper body down with his, and nuzzled against her ear.

“Come for me, Rory,” he urged in a rasping whisper. “Come for me.”

A powerful spasm rocked her and she wrapped her arms around his neck. She could tell that he was holding back once again, but it didn’t matter as long as that delicious friction took her to the precipice of this glorious feeling. His words were a fuzzy mess in her ear as every part of her body came alive.

“I’ve got to come, baby,” he growled against her ear, and threw off his restraint. She clung to him as he slammed into her. The hard ride drove her across the nylon surface of the sleeping bag. It was just how she wanted him. It was as though his taking her in the last moments of her orgasm made it all the more powerful, and with that last deep thrust she felt owned by him. It made her whole body soar.

His cock twitched as he emptied into the condom, and the animal that had possessed him disappeared. Dead weight crashed down on her. Rory’s grip on him loosened. She went lax, just as useless as he was.

The movement of his damp lips just beneath her ear revived her. As he sought her mouth she turned to him, and lost herself in his slow, lazy kiss. It was a perfectly blissful moment. As he withdrew from her he didn’t break his embrace. He held on, pulling her with him as he turned onto his side. Rory overtook him, rolling until he was on his back and she draped over his chest.

“You were wrong,” she whispered, lifting her head to look into his eyes. “You’re the king of good ideas.”

“I agree.” He cupped her face and cradled her, gentle as he rolled his tongue around hers.

Chapter Five

The sound of his voice woke her up. She blinked her eyes open, confused for a moment as to where she was, and then smiled as a blue camp mug appeared before her eyes.

“Coffee?”

She whimpered and curled deeper into the sleeping bag. Even through the padding, the ground was hard and she had a kink in her back, but she wasn’t ready to get out of bed. She wanted a little longer with this heavy feeling in her limbs. She wanted him to stop with this
awake
foolishness and crawl back in with her.

“It’s ten o’clock.”

“Damn it.” She flopped onto her side and squinted up at him. He was shirtless. The swim trunks he had been wearing the night before hung precariously on his hips. “Why are you so alert?”

“I feel great, that’s why.” He held out the cup, and once Rory took it from him he resumed his place at her side. “I would have figured you for a morning person.”

“I’m only a morning person after the panic sets in.” She wriggled into a sitting position and blew on the surface of the coffee. “Instant?”

“Yeah, but it’s coffee house instant, so it doesn’t count.”

Rory took a sip, then hummed to herself. “Vanilla.”

“I have sugar if you need it, but no cream.”

“This is good.” She set the cup aside and stretched her arms out, moaning as muscles stretched. Her attempt to shake off sleep ended in a giggle as Noah cupped her breast and gave her nipple a tweak. “Stop.”

“Stop what?” He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her closer.

It was a delightful little squirm as he groped her, with his laughter low and rumbling close to her ear. She wriggled but she was no match, and found herself naked in his lap.

He lifted her tits and stroked his thumbs over the hard peaks. “Stop this?”

“Stop everything,” she said quietly, but didn’t make any further attempts to put an end to his explorations.

If it was ten o’clock, that means it had only been five hours since they’d last come together. After falling into a deep sleep, Rory had been roused when he returned the tent after relieving himself. All that was needed was for her to roll onto her side and he’d ran his hand along her ass. Moments later the light was back on, and so was another condom. By the time they’d burrowed back into the sleeping bag, the dawn was beginning to light the tent and the sounds of birds waking up lulled them back to sleep.

He dropped one hand between her legs and crooked his finger. “Stop this?”

Rory tilted her head back and sighed against his mouth as he rubbed the puffy hood over her clit. “No.”

“No?” Lower, and he wriggled the tip of his finger into her pussy.

“No.”

She pushed out of his grip and went onto her knees. Noah abandoned her attempt to draw him back as she dragged his duffel closer. He shuffled his legs and went onto his back, and was already pushing out of his trunks when she returned with a condom.

Rory dropped the packet onto his belly and moved the cup of scalding coffee at outside of the tent. That lazy morning grin beamed up at her while she perched between his thighs. Precum already oozed from the tip, but she spit into both hands before she took hold of his half-erect cock.

“This is great,” he whispered as she kneaded him, “but tonight I want you in bed.”

She kept her eyes on his as she gave him a thorough workout with her hands. “We could go to my place.”

“My place. I’ve got a couple of toys I want to use on you.” He chuckled and tucked his hands behind his head. “You’ve never used toys?”

Sometimes she wished her face didn’t give away so much. “I had a vibrator once. It was ten dollars. It broke when I was putting the battery in.”

“I don’t waste my money on ten dollar toys. I’ve got something shiny and brand new for you.”

He ended with a quiet grunt as his cock twitched in her hand. The thought clearly excited him, as much as it excited Rory. She tore into the condom as the feral need to have him filling her up took over.