This was what I had been walking toward.
Another fantasy to cross off her list.
Just a few steps behind the outcrop of rocks were two people sitting on a blanket, slowly kissing. The couple I paid a hefty sum of money to be here tonight, just for Lexa’s pleasure.
I heard Lexa gulp and practically choke on her own tongue as she stumbled back from the couple’s view.
Lexa tried to twist around in my arms, but I kept her there, facing the couple. “This was one of your fantasies, yes?”
“Yes,” she whispered, lifting her face to mine. She blinked her long lashes up at me. “But…I… What if they see us watching?” she murmured.
“Then be very quiet so they don’t see us,” I said, brushing my index finger along her jaw. She raked her teeth over her bottom lip, contemplating what to do. I grasped her jaw and gently pushed her gaze toward the rocks and the couple just beyond.
She stiffened—tensed her entire body and turned her head in a different direction.
Anger and determination punched me in the gut. Why was she so reserved and self-conscious about enjoying herself? I tightened my grip on her jaw and pressed the front of my body hard against the back of hers, trapping her in the position. There was nowhere for her to look but directly at the couple. I ran my lips against her neck, sliding them up against her ear and whispered softly, “They’re here for you. For your pleasure. Take it.”
Her breaths sped up. Holding her as tightly as I was, I could even feel her heart pulse and stutter against my arms. Like a caged hummingbird.
With her secured in my arms, my eyes focused on the couple. The sight was utterly mesmerizing. The woman, beautifully bronzed and blonde, lay along the expanse of a blanket with her head tilted up toward the darkening sky. Her eyes were closed—lips parted slightly with small whispers of moans escaping between them. She was leaning back on her elbows and her breasts stood half out of an untied bikini top—nipples hard and dark.
Slowly, my gaze moved across her body, from the swell of her tits to her tight flat stomach, and further down to where a dark haired man lapped his tongue in long, slow strokes between her thighs. I knew from where we stood Lexa was able to hear the wet sounds of his tongue and lips sucking and feasting on her flesh, because I heard it—loud and clear. I instantly had to shift my weight to relieve the pressure of my cock against my zipper. Lexa must have noticed, because her body’s response was to gently rock her bottom back into me.
Still leaning back on an elbow, the woman reached one hand up and slid it into the man’s hair, then lifted herself harder against his face. She tangled her fingers in his hair until her fists whitened.
Lexa trembled in my arms. “Do you like what you see,” I asked in a low, choked voice.
The woman looked down at the man, watching him now, and pushing her body harder and faster against his mouth.
“Yes,” Lexa said. Her voice was husky and low. Her fingers gripped my arms tighter and I could just barely feel the tight squeeze of her thighs against each other.
“If I slip my hand between your legs, would you be wet?” I asked.
“Find out for yourself,” was her silky answer.
There was a sharp pang in my chest, the feeling of the organ shifting and pulsing. The urge to have her was instant. My cock throbbed with sensation, aching to slip itself into her warmth.
I dragged my hands down her neck and over her chest, slowly tugging down the scoop of her collar and exposing her breasts. I tilted my head over her shoulder to watch as her skin puckered against the cooling night air and her nipples hardened into tight little pink peaks.
Slowly, I continued the drag of my hands over the soft curve of her belly and into the waistband of her bottoms. Her body arched forward, pressing her ass harder against my crotch. Both of my hands slipped over the course lace of her panties. She cried out a soft whimper as I pushed the crotch of her panties to the side with one hand and with the other, I slipped a finger through the folds of her wet flesh. Her panties were soaked and she was swollen and pulsing against my hands.
I began moving my fingers, sliding them hard and slow in and out, keeping a steady rhythm, trying to match the same movements as the dark haired man who was now pounding his cock in and out of the blonde woman on the blanket in front of us.
Lexa’s breaths became loud and frantic. I moved my fingers faster and harder, competing with the other man’s thrusts. When her gasps became too loud, I yanked one hand out from between her thighs and cupped it hard over her mouth, while the other continued to plunge deep inside her body.
Her pussy began to tremble and shake around my fingers until she was clutching at the hand around her mouth, trying to yank away.
I reluctantly pulled away my hands and let her spin around until she was facing me and pulling me in for a deep, hard kiss. She slid her fingers up my chest and through my hair, pressing her body into mine. Her hips swayed and rocked, brushing her belly over the front of my pants and making me even harder than I was before. “I want you,” she whispered against my lips.
“Take what you want,” I said. Shifting our bodies gently, I guided her towards the ground until I was leaning against the rough face of one of the rocks and she was straddling my legs.
She made quick work of unbuckling my pants and pulling out my cock, while the couple a few feet away from us continued to fuck. The sound of their wet skin slapping and their low moans our soundtrack.
She jerked at my pants, tugging them down around my knees, and sat down on my upper thighs, aligning her smooth, slick entrance along the base of my dick. Desperate need had me clawing my fingertips against her hips, pushing her closer. I wanted inside. I wanted inside more than I’d ever wanted before. Her hips bucked against me, moving and sliding herself up and down along the underside of my cock. I watched as she slipped and slid against me, rubbing the head of my cock against her clit, teasing me.
Her skirt was bunched up around her tiny waist, her breasts spilling out the neck of her shirt—she looked so dirty, so erotic the way she moved and rutted against me—pleasing herself.
Her half-lidded gaze looked up to mine as she lifted her body so the head of my cock slid just against her entrance. Her jaw tightened and I watched as she struggled to swallow. I understood. I felt the same knot in my throat. A lump of something large, hard, and beautiful, and the need to utterly devour it, swallow it down and let it drown in my flesh—raced through my bloodstream.
The tip of my dick slipped into her warmth, so slowly, so deliberately, my spine ached with heat—my chest surged with warmth.
“S’good,” she said hoarsely as she sheathed herself completely over me. “You feel so good, so hard inside me.”
I had no words. I couldn’t speak. I could only grunt and growl and drown in the sensations of her riding me.
Her ass bounced slow and steady against my thighs, my balls tightening with every wet stroke of her pussy. I grabbed at the fabric of the skirt wrinkled and shoved it up around her waist and fisted it tightly. Fuck, she had control over this whole situation. All I could think about was coming deep inside her. Every roll and grind of her hips as she rode me had me panting and begging for more. She arched her back and glided one hand down the front of her body until see reached her clit and began circling it slowly with her finger. Her gaze darted back and forth between watching the couple and looking down to watch what was happening between us.
I created a monster. Damn, that was hot.