Page 43 of Winning Bid
He sets me down, and I tear at my clothes and his, and he does the same until we’re both stripped to the skin and then he’s on me. The cold doesn’t even register as his mouth slides down my throat to my breasts, his tongue dancing against my nipples while I grab the back of his head, urging him on. Liquid heat builds in my core as everything tightens and loosens at the same time. My moans echo on the hardwood walls and floor.
Maybe it’s the fresh mountain air, being on vacation, or simply existing in this safe bubble away from the horrors of our lives, but my body is on another level right now. Everything is heightened. His touch sends sparks through me, charging me up. When he reaches between my thighs, I almost come undone.
Anderson presses his lips to my earlobe and whispers, “Baby, I can’t believe how wet you are for me.”
He’s right—I am soaked right now. “You do this to me.”
I feel him smirk against my cheek. “Good girl.” Then he pushes me onto the loungers, face up. He grabs my ankles, splitting them apart, and then I notice the cold air. Fuck, I notice it. It’s all I can do not to slam my thighs shut. But then he gives me a reason not to. He lays between my legs, kissing me all over. Everywhere but there. “The whole drive here, I’ve been thinking about this. Remembering how you taste. The feel of you against my mouth. It’s a fucking miracle I didn’t wreck the car.”
I giggle, but then his mouth is on me. Tongue, painting me all over before his lips get in on the action. I roll myself against his face, wanton and carefree. There are no thoughts in my head anymore. Not when he eats me like I might be his last meal.
One hand feathers through his hair for grip, while the other loops over my shoulder to grab the edge of the lounger. The firepit gives off just enough heat to not worry about frostbitten nipples, but only just. The combination of a cold upper body and a sizzling hot lower body makes for an interesting time of it as I ride against his face. And then it hits like a bomb, and I am gone, utterly obliterated by the pleasure deep inside.
I’m still coming when Anderson mounts me.
I cry out, my voice echoing through the dark forest. Like two wild animals, we rut outside, snarling and groaning and mewling and clawing. He pounds into me as if his life depends on it. I cock myself up at him to take him as much as he’s taking me. Wet smacking sounds fall between our grunts. Abruptly, he curls down onto me and clutches me close. He gasps, “Fuck! You keep doing that, and this will be over before it should be.”
Okay. I’m a little proud of that. But I figure I can do some of the work. “Turn over.”
He rolls us onto his back, so I’m on top. At this angle, the lounger no longer keeps my back warm, which is very encouraging to move faster. But I love this angle, too. When I look down at him from here, he’s staring up at me like I’m a goddess.
His hands glide up my sides and hook over to my breasts, warming them. “You’re so damn beautiful.”
I lean against his palms and work my hips back and forth, side to side. His cock hits delicious parts of me that way. But then his hands slide down to my ass, holding me tight there. He grinds me against him at his pace, not mine. It’s like I’m his personal sex toy, and I love it.
He groans, jutting himself deeper into me. “Fuck, you feel amazing.”
I want to say it back to him, but I am lost in the sensations in my body. Can’t help it. He’s gonna make me come. I need something to hold onto, or I might float away. My nails dig into Anderson’s muscled chest, and he hisses steam from the pain but doesn’t try to move me. I bear down on his cock, and it shoots me over the edge. This is no gentle push. It’s more like I’ve just gone over the hill at the top of a roller coaster.
My body vibrates and burns and coils, I am helpless to it, out of control on his body, and just as I think I can’t take anymore, he sits up and kisses me, devouring every sound, every inkling of a thought. He bounces me on his cock and forces me to come again.
This time, the pleasure washes away my bones. I go limp on his lap, my head resting on his shoulder while I struggle to catch my breath. Somehow, even in this frosty weather, I’ve worked up a sweat, and when the wind breezes by, I shudder in his arms.
He wraps a blanket around me and holds me to him. He strokes down my back. When I’ve calmed down, he pulls the blanket away, making me whimper. But then he rolls us over once more. At least I have the lounger to keep my back warm now.
Nope. Thought too soon. Anderson pulls out and flips me onto my stomach before working himself into me from behind. He curls his arms beneath my shoulders, effectively locking me onto his cock. When he lays on my back, something inside of me unwinds. I’d thought we were rutting beasts before, but now, we’re in the right position for it. He bites the nape of my neck like a wolf who won the right to mate, and then he stops holding back.
Anderson fucks me so hard and so fast it’s almost as if someone is applauding us. His hips bounce against my ass like he’s spanking me with his body. Being outside must be working for him, too. Every stroke stokes my fire, and I’m heating up from the inside. His teeth in my skin, the rough canvas rubbing my nipples, and the way his cock hits my spot all has me gripping the edge of the lounger again. My body tenses from my impending orgasm. I just need something unbreakable to hold onto, or I’ll lose myself.
He releases my skin, then licks where he bit me. He growls in my ear, “You’re gonna come for me again.” He punctuates every syllable with another thrust, and I’m trembling all over. Just one more, please, one more?—"
“Right now,” he demands, and my body gives in to him, opening the floodgates of my pleasure and making me scream out the last of my breath. He roars behind me, coming deep inside with a mighty final thrust.
Anderson collapses onto my back, gasping like a strangled man. His puffing breaths move my hair into my eyes, so I brush it away. He pants, “Didn’t … didn’t think about … clean up out here.”
“Same,” I manage to utter.
Gently, he slips out of me and quickly pulls the blanket over us. I pull myself onto his chest, and he holds me tight. As his breaths slow, he quietly admits, “Gets harder to hold back when I think about getting you pregnant.”
That’s news to me. “Oh?”
He stares up into the sky. “Maybe it’s being out here in the wilderness or something, but that was different, wasn’t it? More … ”
“Primal?” I nod. “Yeah.”
“Is that okay?—"
“It was hot. But I’m surprised the thought of getting me pregnant gets you going.”