Page 30 of Squatch Out!

CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE

SEAN

M y knees are shaking so bad, I don’t know how much longer they’ll hold us up. The feel of her wrapped so tightly around my cock is going to be my undoing.

I can’t believe Olivia is letting me have her like this.

I expected her to balk at the first sight of me.

Instead, she stretched her jaw past the point of comfort while I slowly fed her the tip.

And now I’m pushing inch after inch inside her impossibly tight pussy, and she’s taking me, letting me fill her up until there is no more room for me to go.

“Oh, God !” she gasps when my cock twitches inside her. I’ve filled her to capacity, but there are several inches of me that won’t fit. Still, she begs for more. “Sean, please.”

And when my girl begs, I want to do anything and everything to give her what she wants. Except for this, I don’t think I can give her this. Not without hurting her, and I’d never do that.

I drop to my knees, still holding her speared on my cock. She’s warm and tight and feels so good, but I can tell by the way her breaths keep hitching that I’m too much for her.

Leaning down, I gently lay her on the ground and then hook my hands under her knees, bending them up and out, spreading her so I can watch where I’m stretching her.

“Sean!” she cries out when I swipe my thumb up through her damp slit, then across the stiff little nub of her clit that she’s been working with her fingers. She squirms under me, lifting her hands to cup her breasts, and pinching her stiffened nipples between her fingers. “Please, I need you!”

Moving my hands so they circle her narrow waist, I hold her still as I pull back until she’s gripping my crown. Then slowly, carefully , I slide back in.

Olivia arches her back, and her cries echo through the quiet forest. Adding my growls to hers, I ease back out before sliding deep once more. A shudder runs through me, and I have to grit my teeth to keep from rocking into her too deep or hard.

Her back is padded by moss and pine needles as I slowly fuck her on the forest floor. Her soft keens and breathy pleas urge me on, begging me for more. Until I thrust too hard, and her eyes fly open as she stiffens under me with a yelp.

Shit! Pulling back, I close my eyes and work to calm my heavy breathing. Then I force myself to shift so I’m human again.

“I’m sorry, baby.” I stretch out over her, cradling the sides of her face with my hands and covering her with my body. “Are you alright?”

Her eyes flutter as she stares at me like she doesn’t recognize me. But then she smiles softly. “I’m alright. It was fine; you didn’t have to change.”

I shake my head and capture her lips in a hard kiss as I slip back between her legs. She’s warm and wet, and we both groan as I fill her up. Then, I start a slow stroke.

“You feel so good,” I moan against her lips.

“So do you.”

My arms curl around her so I can hold her against me while our lips and teeth clash. Until she whimpers, “Harder, Sean. Just like that. Faster.”

I butterfly her legs so I can slide even deeper.

“Sean!” she gasps when I hit that spot she loves. “Oh, right there! God, I’m close?—”

I am too. The sound of my hips slapping in time with my thrusts has my balls tightening. Dropping my mouth to the side of her neck, I let out a deep moan as she digs her nails into my back. Olivia holds on to me like I’m her lifeline as her body clenches around me.

My name is a breathy gasp as she arches up and then shivers with her orgasm, and I follow after her. Holding her tighter, pumping my hips in and out before her name leaves my lips with a harsh cry, I fill her over and over again.

Olivia is fast asleep in my arms, in my bed. We’re wrapped tightly in my quilt, and she’s drenched in my scent.

After fucking her in the forest, we barely made it back to my cabin before falling into my bed and fucking again. Slower this time, so we could savor each moment we had.

She fell asleep quickly, but I haven’t slept at all because I don’t want to miss a moment with her, knowing this might be the last time I ever see her again.

My chest aches at the thought and I tighten my hold on her sleeping body.

The sun slowly rises, and I watch as a shaft of morning light slowly makes its way across her pillow.

It’s adorable how she tries to move away from it, when it reaches her closed eyes, only for it to follow her a moment later.

Eventually the bright morning light succeeds in dragging her from her sleep, and the smile she gives me is enough to break my heart.

How am I supposed to live without seeing that smile every day, now that I’ve gotten a glimpse of it?

I lift her out of the bed and carry her into my shower, where I have her again, taking her fast and hard up against the wall.

I’m rougher than I should be, but I can’t stop, and she doesn’t seem to want me to.

It’s like she needs to feel me imprinted on her skin, the same way I need to leave my mark.

After I’ve washed and kissed every inch of her, I make us breakfast and then feed her from my hand with her perched on my lap. I memorize each giggle and sigh she makes between bites that I alternate with kisses. In turn, she feeds me the same way.

“Give me your phone.” Her head is resting under my chin.

I don’t want to move, but I can’t say no to her either. With one arm curled around her, keeping her in place, I drag my phone across the table so she can reach it.

“I’m going to call you every day,” she says as her fingers fly across the numeric keypad, adding her information to my contacts. Then she sends herself a text, so she has my information as well. When she’s finished, she relaxes against me with a soft sigh. “It’ll be like I never left.”

My heart twists. No doubt, she means every word and has every intention of following through with her promises.

I can’t stop thinking that, as soon as she gets back to her life, things will change.

Long distance relationships rarely work out, right?

And Olivia’s world is very different from mine.

Once she gets back, she’ll be pulled back into the daily chaos of her corporate job.

The hot week she had with Bigfoot will quickly fade until I’m just another memory—a fond one, I hope.

We’re both quiet as we clean up after breakfast. The silence stretches as we get dressed and then check the car, pulling out the gear she doesn’t have room to take back with her on the plane.

“I feel bad just leaving all this with you,” she huffs at the pile of her camping gear. “You can donate it or sell it, or whatever.”

My stomach sours that she doesn't ask me to hang on to it for her, confirming she’s not planning to come back. The truth is sharp, like a dagger sliding into my already bleeding heart.

The silence turns tense as I maneuver the narrow mountain roads that lead back to the main highway. She’s pressed up against my side, as close as she can get with the console and gearshift between us. I have a stranglehold on her hand.

“You’re very quiet.” Her head is resting on my shoulder, but she is looking straight ahead at the thick forest-lined road.

I squeeze her fingers and bring the back of her hand to my lips. “I’m just thinking.”

I feel her head nod against my shoulder. “I wish I could stay longer.” When she lets out a heavy sigh, I look over at her. Does she?

I kiss her hand again and then drop it between us. “I wish you could too.”

When we arrive at the airport, we turn in her rental, and then I walk with her to the line for security. My chest is growing tighter by the second, knowing this is as far as I can go with her, and it’s too late to talk her into staying. Why didn’t I say something sooner?

“This is it,” she says softly. “I’ll call you as soon as I get back home to let you know I got there safely.”

I nod, not trusting my voice. It might give away how tight my throat suddenly is.

“I—I’m really glad I met you, and I need you to know this isn’t goodbye for me. I don’t want it to be, anyway.” Her brown eyes dart back and forth as she looks up at me. Like she’s memorizing my face, the way I did last night while she slept.

Another nod, as I swallow past the lump forming in my throat. “Yeah, me too.” Except I can’t help feeling like this is exactly that. Why would she want to leave the city where she’s built her life to slum it with me in the mountains?

Realistically, as time goes on…she’s going to forget, and I’ll be left behind.

Her soft pink lips tip up in a sad smile. Then she lifts to her tiptoes and presses her lips against mine. It was probably supposed to be a soft little brush. A polite kiss. But as soon as she touches me, I crumble.

My arms wrap around her, and I crush her against my chest as I devour her mouth in an all-consuming kiss. A kiss that tells anyone looking our way that she’s mine. A kiss to make her remember who she’s leaving and to give her a reason to come back.

When I step away, we’re both panting.

Her brown eyes are damp with tears. “I lo—” she catches herself, “I’ll see you soon.”

All I can do is nod, or else I’m afraid I’ll break down in front of her and probably beg her to stay. It takes everything I have to watch her walk through security and disappear into the maze of travelers heading for their gates.

An hour after I watched her disappear, my phone chimes with a text message from her.

LIV: I made it to my gate. Miss you already.

I don’t respond, but I can’t stop staring at it.

Another hour passes.

LIV: We’re boarding now. I’ll call you as soon as I land.

I start to reply but then delete my message when it turns into me begging her to come back. I’m still trying to convince myself that this is for the best. A clean break rather than letting her into even more of my heart than I already have.

Eventually I just give up trying to decide what to say to her and make my way outside and around the terminal to where I can watch the planes land and take off.

LIV: OMG, I just realized I left you stranded when we turned in my rental. Please tell me you thought of that and you’re not answering me because you’re getting a ride back home.

I didn’t think of that, actually. So instead of replying to her message, I text my brother and ask him to pick me up.

LIV: We’re getting ready to taxi out, I didn’t get wifi for this flight, so I’ll talk to you later tonight when I get home.

LIV: Why do I feel like I’m leaving my whole heart behind?

Fuck me.

SEAN: You’re taking my whole heart with you…

delete delete delete…

Tears burn the backs of my eyes as I watch her plane soar up into the sky and disappear into the low clouds.

She’s gone.