Page 20 of Squatch Out!

CHAPTER FIFTEEN

OLIVIA

I make the most desperate sound as Sean slides into my body from behind. He’s long, and perfectly thick, filling me up and hitting places no one has ever reached before. Dear god, I’m already dangerously close to coming and we haven’t even gotten started.

“Fuck, baby, you’re so tight,” he whispers against my ear. “You okay so far?”

Am I okay? I let out a whimper, because this guy is barely inside me and has already ruined me for any other man. “Don’t stop—you feel so good.”

He presses another soft kiss against my shoulder, sending shivers down my spine that tighten my nipples because, holy shit , who knew shoulder kisses could be so sexy?

Shifting behind me, he pulls back and then presses forward again. My eyes roll back, and my legs threaten to give out. Maybe stand-up tree sex wasn’t the best idea, but it’s too late now. I dig my fingers into the bark and roll my hips back to meet his next thrust.

“Mmm, that’s it, baby. Fuck me back. Show me how you like it.”

His dirty talk and sweet shoulder kisses has my pussy clenching around him. I’m willing to bet he’s going to make me come first, too.

As we move together, our bodies are perfectly in sync.

It’s not like the fumbling first-time sex I usually have with a partner.

I’m used to taking time to learn their body and how they like to move, but there is none of that with Sean.

He seems to instinctively know what I like.

And everything I’m doing is working for him too.

He sets an easy rhythm, rolling his hips with each thrust. Slowly building up my orgasm. It’s perfect. Until it’s not enough. And then, without having to tell him, he reaches around me to slide his hand over my stomach and down...

My breath catches, and I tense when his fingers slide through the patch of soft curls just above my sex before he slips them between my lips.

When he brushes lightly across my clit, I jump.

Instead of shying away, he whispers dirty things in my ear.

His teeth tease my earlobe, and he circles my tight little pearl.

“Sean,” I moan. His hips are slapping against my ass as his fingers alternate light flutters with slow slides. “I’m… I can’t… Ohhh !”

“That’s it, baby. Let go, let me feel you.”

I’m hanging on to the tree for dear life as my pussy pulses around him and I start to come. My mouth falls open, and a breathy moan works its way up my throat while he rocks in and out of me.

“You’re too fucking perfect,” he breathes against my ear, holding me tight when my legs turn to jelly. He softly strokes my sensitive clit as I arch and shudder in his arms. “That’s it, Olivia. You feel so good… come for me, baby. Come on my cock.”

When my orgasm begins to slow he presses his lips to my temple. “One more,” he says.

“I can’t—” I try to argue, but he pinches my clit between his fingers and sends another orgasm crashing through me on the heels of the first.

“Oh…god!” I gasp as he starts pounding into me from behind. Faster and faster…until he loses his rhythm. He lets out a harsh groan, the sound sends chills racing across my skin. Then his hips roll once…twice. He presses deep and holds.

“ Ahh .” His cock swells and starts to pulse as he moans into the space between my neck and shoulder. “Fuck. Fuck !” he grunts each time his cock kicks inside me as he fills the condom with lash after scalding lash of his cum.

When the last ripples of my orgasm slowly evaporate, Sean is supporting most of my weight, since my legs have gone limp-noodle, and his forehead is resting on the back of my neck. He’s still filling every inch of me like he’s ready for round two, but I’m gonna need some time to recover.

Neither of us moves until our breaths even out and the sweat has cooled on our skin. He pulls back with a soft sigh, and I whimper at the loss of him.

“Are you okay?” he whispers as he pulls my pants and panties back up over my ass.

“Yeah.” My heart kicks against my ribs, and a stupid smile spreads across my sex-plumped lips. I’ve never done it out in the open like this. Where anyone might see. I should feel embarrassed, but I loved it.

When my clothes are set right again, I slowly turn around—disappointed to see that he’s redressed as well, and I never got a look at him. Tilting my head back, I meet his heavy-lidded gaze. The way he’s staring at me sends shivers running down my spine, and I reach up to place my hand on his chest.

“So, uh, is it a little backward to invite you to come back to my room with me?”

His eyes flash—like, for real. As if a light flickered from inside his pupil. “I was hoping you’d ask.” He reaches for my hand and pulls me away from the tree.

When we stride through the lobby of the lodge, he turns to smirk at the shocked look on the hostess’s face as we pass, and I make a mental note to ask what that is all about.

As soon as the elevator doors open, he rushes me inside and crowds me against the wall. He presses his body against mine and dips his head to capture my lips in a scorching kiss. He nips at the corner of my mouth… strokes my tongue with his… then the doors are opening again.

Now it’s my turn to take over. Still gripping his hand, I pull him down the hallway to my room. As soon as the card reader turns green, Sean sweeps me inside, and his lips are on mine again before the door latches shut behind us.

His tongue strokes and slides against mine as he walks me backward, until the backs of my legs hit the bed, and then… Everything happens fast after that.

He’s everywhere; and then we’re both naked. My hands are pale against his tanned skin as I press them to his chiseled chest. His skin is warm and supple, and I can feel the faint thrum of his heartbeat against my fingertips.

I push him onto the bed and Sean falls back without argument. When I have him spread out before me, I take my time to look. Because this man is perfection !

Under the bright lights of my room, I realize his hair is the same color as his squatch’s fur: light brown woven with reds and blonds. He keeps it a little longer than his brother’s, and right now, its unruliness is giving him a sexy tousled look.

Biting my bottom lip, I drag my eyes down his body, over his bare chest with the smattering of golden-brown hair across his pecs. Then down his washboard abs to the twin cuts of muscle carved into his hips. And lower.

I swallow.

His cock is thick and uncut with a plump purple head peeking through the top of his foreskin. Underneath, a heavy set of balls rests between his thickly muscled thighs.

When I lick my lips, his cock jumps. And that’s all the invitation I need.

I crawl between his spread legs and drag my tongue up his shaft before swirling it around his head. Lifting my eyes to meet his, I hum as I lick away the salty drops of cum still clinging to his flesh from earlier.

“Olivia… goddamn, ” he breathes, sinking his fingers into my hair as he watches me.

“You like?” I look up at him, then nip at the soft skin just under his head.

“You’re going to make me embarrass myself.” His moan turns to a hissed curse when I wrap my fingers around his shaft, lifting him so I can close my lips around his spongy head.

Keeping my eyes on him, I slowly slide my mouth down, down, down until he hits the back of my throat. I hum at the choked sound he makes when I stroke the flat of my tongue along the underside of his shaft.

Before I can drag my lips back up to his crown, and faster than I can process, he bolts upright and flips me so my back is pressed to the mattress and I’m blinking up at him.

“My turn,” he rasps as he hitches my legs over his shoulders.

“But–!” I gasp when he dives between my legs, and the heat of his mouth covers my pussy. We both moan loudly when he licks up my center.

Holy shit, I thought he was a master with his dick. But that’s nothing compared to how talented he is with his tongue.

Sean licks me like ice cream, dragging his tongue through my folds and making sure to get every drop of my cream. When he circles my clit with the tip of his tongue, I snap my knees around his head. That doesn’t stop him from alternating flicks and soft laps through my sensitive flesh.

“Sean!” With a cry, I arch and buck against his face until he clamps his hands around my hips to hold me still. In hardly any time at all, he has me howling out my pleasure with his head trapped between my thighs.

Licking my slick pleasure from his lips, he wiggles his way free, then crawls up my body and claims my lips once more.

Kissing him while tasting myself is a surprising turn-on.

Before I can do more than wonder what other turn-on’s I might discover with this man, he slides between my spread legs and sinks deep inside me.

“Shit!” he hisses. His eyes go wide and he stiffens, going completely still on top of me.

“What? What’s wrong?” My eyes blink open, and I look down at him. Did I do something?

He looks up at me with a sheepish expression. “I forgot a condom.”

I’ve never had sex with someone bare, but having Sean like this doesn’t frighten me like it normally would. Like it probably should .

His conflict if he should pull out is clear on his face. “I’m clean, I swear.”

“I am too,” I assure him, “and I’m on birth control.”

Sean drops his forehead to mine and whispers, “I’ve never done this.”

“Me either.” I cup the sides of his face, gently swiping my thumbs across the smooth texture of his cheeks. When my lips press to his, his cock kicks hard inside me, swelling even bigger.

His tongue plunges past my lips as he pumps his hips to the same rhythm, fucking me into the mattress.

He doesn't stop until he gives me two more orgasms.

I wake with the first rays of light filtering through the gauzy curtains.

Damnit, I forgot to close the blackout blinds last night.