He guided her efforts, fast and angry, pouring all his emotions into this one act. It was too much, seeing her willingly let him fuck her mouth and knowing she was just as confused as he was. He yanked her hair back, sending his erection smacking against his stomach. He needed so much more of her. Wanted so much more.
“Laney,” he pleaded, but he didn’t know for what.
She looked up at him as she brought her mouth to his balls. Her tongue moved in slow, torturous strokes over his sac, her eyes trained on him, still heated with conflicting emotions. She tugged his jeans to his ankles.
“Off,” she demanded. “Now.”
He kicked off his boots and stripped, willing to give her anything and everything he had.
She spread his legs, lifted his sac, and licked the sensitive skin beneath. He closed his eyes against the surge of desire rushing down his spine. Laney took what she wanted, dragging her tongue over him until his sac tightened and he groaned aloud. Then she stripped from her clothes, crushed her bare breasts to his chest, and thrust his hand between her legs.
“See what you do to me?” Her eyes glared into his. “Bryce doesn’t make me this wet. No man makes me this wet.” She sank onto his fingers and moaned as she took his other hand and licked his palm, leaving a dollop of wetness in the center, then wrapped it around his cock. “Fuck me while you get yourself off.”
He clenched his jaw. She loved to watch him jerk off as much as he loved to watch her, but right then he wanted to do so many dirty things to her that jerking off wasn’t part of the plan. He stroked his rigid length as his fingers fucked her, furtively seeking her pleasure point. She went up on her toes, guiding him as she gripped his wrist, breathing hard, holding his hand in place.
“There. Oh God, Jackson. Right there.”
He stroked her as she watched him touching both of them, and—fuck—it turned him on so much his thighs were shaking. Her legs went stiff as she tightened around his fingers.
“I’m gonna…Jackson. I want to see you come, too.” She cradled his balls as he stroked his cock, still working his magic inside her tight *. She was panting, a sheen of sweat formed on her upper lip. Her hands moved to his biceps, fingernails digging into his skin, as she rode his hand faster, then shattered—hips bucking, inner muscles pulsating.
“I want to fuck you, Laney,” he said between gritted teeth.
“Yes, God, yes, Jackson.”
“Hard and rough, Laney. I want to drive into your ass and finger-fuck you until you explode, and then I want to pound into your * and make you come again all over me.” He pulled her face to his and captured her moans in his mouth as she rode out another climax. Then he turned her around, holding her hips, and guided her a few feet forward to a tree.
She gripped the trunk with both hands and bent at the waist as he kicked her legs wide. She was too fucking sexy for words, and she was the only woman he could ever be completely himself with—holding nothing back. Allowing his emotions to drive their ride, rough or tender, whatever he needed. Hell, he was the same way with her. He took whatever she needed or wanted to give. They were always perfectly matched.
“Fuck. I need lube and a condom, because I want to fuck that wet * of yours afterward.” He disappeared into the tent and came back sheathed, lubed, and ready.
“Hurry,” she pleaded into the night. “God…hurry.”
He clutched her hips and pressed the head of his cock to her tightest hole.
“You’re sure?”
“Jackson!” She glared at him over her shoulder. “Stop being careful with me and fuck me already.”
He thrust past the tight ring of muscles and felt her entire body stiffen. Her head fell between her shoulders with a long exhalation as she pressed her hips back, taking all of him in. He slid a hand around her hip and teased her wet folds, expertly finding her swollen clit with his thumb, stroking, taunting as he began to move in her ass.
“Oh, fuuuuuck.” Her voice was shaky.
“Am I hurting you?”
“God…Oh God. Only in the best kind of way.”
With one hand on her hip, he leaned over her and brought his teeth to the back of her neck as his hips met her ass, time and time again. His fingers sank into her, matching the rhythm of his cock as he fucked her hard.
“I’m not gonna last,” he said against her ear. “Use your hand. Squeeze your nipple.”
She did, and her sweet, sexy moan vibrated through her as another climax clutched her, sending her upright, her back flush against his chest. Her body pulsed and thrust, and he slammed his eyes shut against the urge to come.
“I love fucking you,” he ground out. And when he couldn’t take it anymore, he withdrew from her ass and turned her in his arms. “You’re a fucking goddess. You know that, right, Laney? Tell me you know I’d never do this with anyone else.”
“I know.” Her voice trembled. “Hold me, Jackson. Hold me.”
He wrapped one strong arm around her and crushed his mouth to hers, then scooped her into his arms and carried her into the tent, where he lay her down on the blankets and stripped off the condom, tossing it outside the tent. Her legs were shaking as he spread them wide and lowered his mouth between her legs.