Firecracker Under Pressure - Firecracker #3 (Erotic Romance) (6 page)

That certainly explained why Vanessa had been so covetous about Erik during the boot camp weekend.

“I hope you don’t feel guilty about that," Trixie said, trying to take the high road. "I had just walked back into your life after all. You have a right to consider every option.”

He looked up at Trixie for a moment, and then down again.

“That wasn’t the only time she came at me aggressively. Vanessa tried to make something happen between us after boot camp as well.”

Trixie wasn’t surprised. She lowered her eyes warily and continued listening as Erik kept talking.

“I rebuffed her that time, but then she came at me a second time last weekend, while you were visiting with your
friend
.”

Erik was fishing. He was curious to know more about her friend, but didn’t want to come right out and ask.

“Uh-huh,” was all Trixie said, keeping him on the hook for now. His confession wasn’t done yet and she wanted to hear it all.

“I wasn’t so strong that day,” he continued. “Vanessa and I, we have a lot of history. She was really persistent, like
out-to-prove
something persistent. I’ve never seen her like that before.”

Trixie knew why. She had practically spelled out all of her shortcomings during that weekend. She was probably hell bent on proving her wrong.

“So why are you telling me this now?” Trixie asked, barely managing to keep the resentment out of her voice.

“Because of what I told you two weeks ago. Mainly that Vanessa and I weren’t a couple. I don’t want you to think we’ve been exclusive since then.”

Okay, that stung. Here Erik was, racked with remorse over not being more forthcoming about a single encounter while she was constantly bouncing back and forth between two men. Still, she had never made any grand statements about not seeing anybody else, while Erik had made a point of saying as much. More pointedly, his dalliance had been with Vanessa and her prodigious 
meat flaps
. 
Erik knew they didn’t get along, even if the conversation hadn’t come up.

Trixie preferred to keep Vanessa beneath her notice, and now she was trapped in that stance, despite feeling like she might actually be a threat. Know matter what, she had to come clean about Cy, even if it meant pushing Erik towards Vanessa. Telling him was the right thing to do and she hated doing it.

“You aren’t the only one. I haven’t been exclusive to you either.”

Erik looked at her as if he had been slapped. The wind chose that moment to blow more insistently around them, buffeting them against the cliff side. Whether it was a chilly wind or a refreshing one, Trixie didn’t know yet.

“Think of it this way,” she added, “This is your chance to get rid of me. All you have to do is cut these ropes and I’ll plummet out of your life forever.”

Erik looked at the ropes in front of him and said nothing.

“Accidents happen. We’re all alone. Nobody would ever know,” she said with a sing-song voice.

Still no reaction from Erik.

“You’re not actually considering it, are you?” Trixie finally said, feeling like she had to ask.

“You wouldn’t deserve it.”

“I know, right?” she said, trying to keep their conversation light.

“I wanted to come clean with you on this climb, I just didn’t think you’d be doing the same with me. It was unexpected is all.”

“You did say that rock climbing brings out honesty.”

Erik smiled at that. “I did, didn’t I? Well there’s no point in stopping now.”

Erik turned away from the mountain and
 
fixed his blue eyes on Trixie.

“I want you all to myself.”

Trixie let that hang in the air for moment, untouched, high above the ground. She didn’t even know how to respond. She wasn’t accustomed to dealing with such a possessive emotion, and so confidently expressed. Trixie didn’t usually get involved with men long enough for them to reach this point. Erik was putting himself out there, and she couldn’t say whether it was exciting or off-putting.

“I’m fickle,” she said.

“No you’re not. You know exactly what you want and you go for it.”

He was right about that.

“I’m selfish,” she added.

“You look out for yourself. Everybody does that. What else you got?” Erik taunted. He was being more intractable than usual.

“I’m voracious.”

“You have an appetite, I’ll grant you that. Have I been exhausted by it yet?”

“No, but then we haven’t been exclusive.”

That stumped him. She wasn’t going to apologize for craving diversity. If he wanted to be exclusive, there was no point in pulling her punches now. He certainly wasn’t. It wouldn’t do either one of them any favors to hold back now.

“Trixie, you have a hunger in you like no other woman I’ve ever met. It needs to be fed and won’t take no for an answer. I can handle that.”

Trixie shook her head. He wasn’t getting it. Erik wanted to make it seem like there was nothing about her he couldn’t manage. That was a mistake.

“I don’t want to be handled Erik. I need to feel wanted, a lot. It’s the greediest part of me and I’m okay with it. You can spend hours lovingly cooking dinner for us, but when the desire comes over me, it can end up on the floor for all I care. Anything between me and what I want is just an obstacle at that point. That
can’t
be appealing.”

“I know you have more control over yourself than that,” Erik said.

“That’s no guarantee I’ll exercise it. Nor will I be told how to feel!” she snapped back.

Ouch. That came out passionately. Why was she being so defensive all of a sudden? Erik wasn’t trying to change who she was. He was simply stating what he wanted. She did it all the time. 
There was only one other person who bent Trixie to his will, but that was ancient history. Erik rallied quickly.

“Trixie, this is what I know. I’m on the side of a mountain with a woman who I don’t have to be careful around for the first time in my life. You keep up with me constantly, no matter what we’re doing. And when we’re together, you take me, all of me, and keep coming back for more. You bring out my hunger, which I’ve always kept buried. You say that managing you is not enough? That you need to feel desired? I get that. I manage my desires constantly, but I don’t have to with you. I can own my appetite. I can be myself and unleash all the suppressed lust I’ve pent up for years because, until you came along, I’ve been afraid to really cut loose.

“If you can do all of that for me, can you understand why I would want to do everything in my power to meet your needs?”

Trixie reached out and cupped his face. She wanted to believe that the real Erik was a Viking who would take her body by force of strength, but actions are what mattered to her more than anything.

“Are you sure about that Erik? Words are hollow.”

Erik nodded stoically and said nothing.

“Good. I’m not making any promises about exclusivity, but if that’s how you truly feel, then you need to get us up this mountain. Fast. No more safe climbing for my sake. I want to feel my threshold being pushed, like you promised me.”

Erik smiled deviously, which Trixie found oddly reassuring.

The next stretch was grueling. The higher they ascended, the more difficult every inch of progress became, but Trixie wouldn’t let herself slow down. She wanted the burn, needed to feel worn out when they reached the peak. Erik kept pace with her the whole time as they secured the lead lines for each other.

The boot camp had tested her stamina and strength. Rock climbing did that as well, but also her willpower. She got angry at the cliff, that there was still more to climb. Then she was angry at herself for blaming the cliff. Then she railed against the cliff for being too easy. Trixie alternated between delirious pain and euphoric intoxication during the final stretch. She was going to beat this mountain, even it used every last one of her endorphins.

And then, just like that, she arrived at the peak. Trixie pulled herself over the final ledge and stood atop the plateau. She surveyed the forest below like a conquering warlord. The view stretched off in every direction. No matter where she looked, it was devoid of civilization. Suddenly she didn’t want to be civilized anymore.

Erik was behind her, coiling up the rope and packing away their equipment. There was a bluff behind him, further up, covered in trees. Trixie unbuckled herself from the harness, let it drop to the ground, and walked past Erik towards the rocky slope.

“Where are you going?” he asked.

Trixie wasn’t going to make it easy by telling him. He had to figure this part out for himself. 
It didn’t count if she had to explain what she wanted.
 Trixie
 tore off her helmet and let it tumble at her feet as she continued striding towards the bluff.

“Trixie?” he asked.

Her muscles were screaming, trying to rebel against every step, but the desire coursing through her body, speeding up her heart, overrode that anguish. She half-turned and looked back at Erik with a single eye through her disheveled ginger hair. Trixie pulled off her sweat-saturated top, pushed down her shorts, and then ran up the slope in her small clothes and shoes, scrambling over the rock.

Erik dropped what he was doing and followed behind. Trixie reached the next peak after a few vaulting jumps and then scanned the area to get a lay of the land. It was a small bluff. There really weren’t too many places she
could
go. That’s when Trixie spotted a small cave.

“What’s gotten into you?” she heard Erik say. She ran towards the cave instead of answering. He was closer than she thought and managed to grab her arm. Trixie spun around and faced him wildly. Erik was genuinely confused by her behavior. She pulled herself up to his lips and kissed his mouth ravenously. Erik melted into the embrace and let go of her arm. That was his first mistake. She dropped to the ground and slapped him with all her strength.

Erik didn’t know what hit him, his face flush with the mark of her hand. 
Trixie backed away like an animal. That's w
hen she saw it. The change in his expression. He was feral and hungry at the same time. She felt the heat rise between them. There was hunger in his eyes, the kind she wanted to see. She spun around and ran. Erik took off his shirt and was fast on her heels.

The cave was small and shallow, but Trixie ducked inside and turned around to face him when she reached the back end. Erik knelt down and filled the entrance with his body. There was no escaping, but he would have to come inside if he wanted more. He approached unhurried, knowing his prey was trapped.

As Erik came within reach, Trixie swung her arms and fists against his body. They were ineffectual against his muscles. Erik may as well have been stone against her blows. She tried to scratch his face, but he caught her wrists each time and used them to turn her body around, forcing Trixie onto her back beneath him. She was powerless to resist him. He immobilized both of her hands above her head, which still left one of his hands free. 
Erik pinned her legs under his own and pulled her panties down unceremoniously.

Trixie was more sweaty than slippery, but that wasn’t going to stop him. She clenched her teeth as he plunged a finger up her slit. She was moist in moments as he stirred his finger inside her cunny. Erik used the same hand to undo his shorts and push them down past his waist. His enormous prick sprang out between their bodies and slapped her belly with its weight. He pushed her legs apart and kept them open with his body.

Erik wasn’t in a mood to play around anymore. He grabbed his horse cock and drove it up her gash, distending Trixie’s nethers to make room for his formidable width. Her eyes burst open with the size of him. Unlike normal, she didn’t accommodate him quickly. Trixie's whole body was a tense muscle after their climb. Erik groaned with approval at the tightness of her cunt.

This was everything Trixie wanted. Erik was devoid of the usual sensitivity that defined their hook-ups. He was taking his pleasure whether she did or not. Trixie caught up several strokes later, but Erik refused to release her hands, even after she tried to pull them free. Trixie moved her hips in rhythm to his own, letting him know that she would be more cooperative. He was having none of it. Good, she thought, Erik was getting the hang of this. He withdrew when he was ready to do so, flipped Trixie onto her knees, and rammed into her pussy from behind.

Trixie braced her hands against the cave wall as he drove against the back of her cave. She pushed back at the same time to take up his length, but then Erik grabbed her hips and held them in place. He plowed her spacious breach more rapidly after that. They were fucking on his terms now.

Trixie didn’t know when it started, but her biggest release was all cued up and ready to explode like a torrent. There had been no warning, no signs of impending detonation, no spreading warmth in her nethers. She was ready right now, on the verge of squirting like a geyser under pressure. Nobody had ever taken her so selfishly before, or while she was so tired. Trixie was lucid as the orgasm crashed down on her body and blew back at Erik, splashing him with every thrust.

For the first time, Trixie rode the heat of her release instead of being overwhelmed by it. 
No blackout. No blurring.
She hollered her approval with a voice that originated from deep within her core. Nobody could hear her out here in the wilderness except for Erik, but he was all that mattered. He ravaged her cunny like a conquering warrior, pillaging her body for every drop of nectar it could spill. True to the Brandt name, Erik was the fire that cleared. Her thoughts were crystal clear. 
This is what she had been missing
 and it was amazing.