“Make what quick?”
I shoot down and tug on his warmups. His cock springs free, slapping hard and heavy against his stomach.
He hisses through his teeth. “Brooke. Wait.”
I put my weight on my knees. I’m prepared for his protest. “You don’t want my hands or my mouth, and you don’t want to have sex yet. Fine. But you never said anything about dry humping.” I blow him a kiss before spinning around and lowering myself onto his pelvis. I move my ass against his cock, rolling my hips in slow circles.
He twitches beneath me and I smile.
“Mm. Remember those dreams you have about me, Mason? When you spank me and come on my ass?”
“Fuck,” he groans, pushing up my skirt, holding it at my waist so he can watch.
I grind my * against his shaft. My back bowing as I squeeze his thighs. “Do you like this?” I ask, glancing over my shoulder.
His hungry eyes never leave my body. “So good, baby. Look at you.”
I reach back and tug on the string of my thong. “You like this? Do you feel how wet I am?”
I gasp when he slides his cock between my cheeks, his hands squeezing my ass to fit around him.
Our eyes lock.
“Fuck, Brooke. Do you like it? Knowing how hard you make me. How crazy you make me feel. Tell me.”
“I like it.”
He slaps my ass.
I drop my head through a groan. My hips pulsing faster, my chest heaving through quiet, quick breaths. The tiny bundle of nerves between my legs begins to throb and swell. My nipples harden against my top.
I watch the shadow of our bodies on the wall of the tent, and I realize the moment Mason sees it too.
Us. Together. His long body stretched beneath mine.
He growls behind me, fingers pulling at flesh. His body tightly wound like a spring ready to jump.
He’s on the edge, right there, and I want him to fall. I want to give him pleasure and take my own.
I arch my back and chase my relief, closing my eyes, gasping when his hand connects with my ass again.
“Brooke,” he groans. “Tell me. God, fucking tell me.”
I know what he wants me to say, but I don’t just say it. I don’t give him an empty echo of a response. I admit my own truth.
“You make me feel crazy too.”
When I come, I gasp in shock as my spine and muscles burn.
Mason’s release shoots onto my ass, hot spurts sticking to my skin as he moans my name into the night. He wipes me clean with his shirt, I realize, when he pulls me back and holds me against his bare chest, nuzzling my neck and kissing my jaw, his heart racing and his mouth ravenous.
Turning in his arms, I cup his face, staring into his eyes, pushing my hand through his hair. “I like camping with you,” I whisper.
He smiles against my mouth. “Yeah? Thought you might.”
We strip off each other’s clothes. Mason kills the light from the lantern and we slide inside the sleeping bag. He puts his arm around my waist, whispering how he’ll protect me from bears and huge snakes I don’t want to dry hump.
I laugh against his neck and close my eyes. I might even snuggle closer.
Sleep takes a hold of me before I can tell.
MASON
Getting Brooke to agree to a hike today came easier than I was anticipating.
It probably had something to do with the timing in which I asked, while she was grinding her tight, wet * against my hand and wiggling beneath me in the tent, clawing at my back and crying out in pleasure. She moaned my name before whispering a breathy ‘yes’ against my mouth, then slapped a hand to my chest and shoved me off, claiming her orgasm had nothing to do with her answer.
Apparently, she’s a changed woman, loves everything about nature and is eager to explore it with or without me.
On top of everything else that drives me completely crazy about Brooke, she’s a beautiful liar. Fully committed and iron-willed.
Her determination really is a thing to appreciate.