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The hammock rocks and sways, adding a new layer to our lovemaking that we haven’t experienced yet. It’s kind of funny, and we end up laughing when she goes to line us up and the hammock starts swinging wildly. Her tits bounce, and I hold them steady until she sinks onto me and I lose the ability to do anything but grip her hips and let her ride me.

We find our rhythm easily, and our grunts and cries of pleasure are swallowed up by the darkness and the woods beyond. We are the only two people on the planet right now.

Adam and Eve. Making each other come under the stars.

My thumb teases her clit, and she slows her moves tolong, languid glides that tease my cock into a frenzy. I want to explode inside this woman, but I hold off, waiting until she’s come. I love letting her go first. I love hearing those whimpers and uncontrolled cries. I love her pussy clutching me, her knees squeezing around me when she falls apart.

“I’m coming,” she whimpers, bouncing on top of me. I keep working her clit, loving the way her tits gyrate in the open air. The breeze is playing with her hair, brushing it across her shoulders. “I’m coming,” she squeaks, and I lightly fist the back of her hair, wrapping the loose tendrils around my fingers when she leans forward and wails against my cheek.

And just like all those other times, her sweet pussy grabs ahold of me, spasming around my cock and making my eyes roll back in my head.

Holy fuck, that feels good.

Her lips find mine and we drink from each other—two thirsty souls. Locked in a tongue tango, she continues to ride me, and I moan into her mouth, the orgasm building fast and furious. Blue fire spreads from my center to my toes and fingertips. I thrust deep, slapping my hands on her hips and pulling her down on top of me.

She envelops me, taking out every one of my senses until there is only her. Only us.

I come inside her sweet body, leaving a part of myself like I’ve done every other time.

And she takes it, seems to relish it, like I’m something special.

Resting her hands on my chest, I feel the quivering vibrations running through her, so I pull her down to lieagainst me. Her head tucks into the side of my neck, and I hold her, because that’s all I can do.

There are no words, just panting breaths as we absorb each other, our thundering heartbeats blending into one rhythm.

Our rhythm.

Shit, I never want it to stop.

CHAPTER 40

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I’ve just had the best time of my life, and walking out of this forest is killing me.

Grady told me this morning, as we packed up the tent for the last time, that it’d take about four hours to get back to the parking lot. He specially planned this route, knowing my lack of experience and turning what he could have probably done in two days into a five-day trek with short hikes and lots of downtime.

Shoving our love oasis (aka the hammock) back into its little bag sucked. And then I almost cried as I watched him roll up the tent.

I fought tears as we ate our overnight oats. I had to quietly sniffle my way through teeth brushing and the final checking of our gear.

I’ve been hiking behind him in silence ever since we walked away from last night’s spot.

We made love under the stars. I gazed up at those tiny diamonds in the sky while he came inside me for the last time. I’ve never had so much sex in such a short space oftime, and I’m sore and achy. But it’s been worth it. His dick is glorious. His entire body on me, in me, around me… it’s all perfect. I haven’t been able to get enough of the way he feels, thinks, sounds. I love his laughter. It’s deep and rich, and he isn’t one to laugh at every little thing, so when he does, I know he means it… and that makes it even more special.

I’ve never felt this way around someone before, and the thought that it’ll all be over in an hour or so kills me.

Grady’s stolen my heart, and as much as I want to beg him for it back, I also want him to keep it. I’m not sure I’ll ever find better.

Damn his loyalty to my brother.

Why does a stupid bro code even have to exist?

Can’t we just be together, and Wily can get the fuck over himself!

I tried that argument last night, just as we were drifting off to sleep. Grady was tucked behind me, spooning me in his perfect shell, and all he said was “It has to be this way” before squeezing me tighter and kissing my naked shoulder.

He held me like that all night.