His hand presses harder into my stomach, keeping me pinned as his mouth drags lower, tongue leaving a wet trail down the lineof my navel. The blankets rustle under us as I squirm, desperate, but he doesn’t let me move an inch.
“Jon, please?—”
“Shh.” His voice is a growl. “You’ll get what I give you.”
My skirt is bunched at my waist in one rough tug, panties clinging damp between my thighs. He hooks a finger in the lace, pulls it aside, and the cold air hits me. I whimper, hips jerking.
The sound he makes when he sees me—low, primal, like a man starved—has me dripping. “Fuck, look at you. Slick and swollen. All this for me?”
“Yes—God, yes.” My nails dig into the blankets.
He doesn’t waste another second. His mouth crashes down between my thighs, hot tongue flattening against my clit before flicking sharp, fast strokes that make me cry out. The wet sound of him eating me fills the cabin, obscene slurps and groans as if he’s been waiting years to taste me.
“Jon—oh my God—” My voice is high, broken, every nerve ending sparking as he locks my hips down with one iron grip. His tongue slides lower, spearing inside me, curling and fucking me with messy, hungry strokes before dragging back up to circle my clit again.
I can’t stop the noise. Gasps, whines, helpless moans tumble out of me as the fire pops in the background. My thighs clamp tight around his head, and he only growls into me, sending vibrations straight through my core.
“Don’t stop—please don’t stop?—”
He sucks my clit into his mouth, hard, rough, tongue lashing it as his fingers finally slide inside me—thick, relentless, curling against that spot that makes me see white.
“Jesus, you’re so tight,” he grits out between licks. “Gonna stretch you open on my cock after this. But first—I’m gonna make you come all over my mouth.”
The way he says it, low and commanding, undoes me. My back arches off the floor, a strangled cry ripping from my throat as my orgasm slams through me. My pussy clenches around his fingers, wet gush soaking them as he doesn’t stop—tongue still brutal, fingers pumping harder, dragging every last shudder out of me until I’m boneless and gasping.
He finally pulls back, lips and chin glistening, and wipes his mouth with the back of his hand before smirking down at me. “Sweetest thing I’ve ever tasted.”
The orgasm still wracks me, aftershocks twitching through my thighs, but something snaps in me when I see him leaning back on his heels, chest rising, lips slick with me.
“Oh, no,” I pant, sitting up, grabbing his shirtless torso with shaky hands. “You don’t get to have all the fun.”
His brows lift, silver eyes narrowing in surprise, but before he can speak I’m on him, pushing him back onto the blanket fort he made. His head hits the pillow with a grunt, and I crawl up his body, kissing hard, tasting myself on his tongue.
He tries to flip me—of course he does—but I press him down with both palms on his chest, straddling his hips. “My turn,” I whisper, voice dark with want.
“Lizzy—” His warning cuts off in a hiss when I slide lower, dragging my nails down his ribs, my kisses burning a line across the hard plane of his stomach. His abs tighten under my mouth, and when I get to his belt, my hands are already shaking with the need to free him.
I tug it loose, pop the button, drag down the zipper slow, just to watch him grind his teeth. His cock strains against black briefs, thick, long, the outline enough to make me swallow hard.
I hook my fingers in the waistband and pull them down, and when he springs free, my lips part with a sharp intake of breath. Big, flushed, veined, already wet at the tip.
“You’ve been hiding this from me?” I murmur, biting my lip. “Selfish.”
He chuckles darkly, but it breaks into a groan when I wrap my fist around him. Hot. Heavy. Perfect. I stroke once, twice, savoring the hiss of his breath through clenched teeth.
Then I lower my mouth.
The first swirl of my tongue around his head has him swearing, hand shooting into my hair. The sound of me sucking him in, sloppy and wet, fills the cabin louder than the fire. I bob lower, taking more, saliva coating my lips, dripping down my chin as I work him deeper.
“Fuck, Lizzy…” His voice is rough, strangled. His hips twitch up but I press my palm against his stomach, keeping him down, showing him I’m in control now.
I hollow my cheeks, slide all the way down until my throat flutters around him, and he lets out a growl that rattles through his chest.
The fire crackles. My mouth works faster, wetter, sloppier, obscene slurps echoing as I pump what I can’t take with my hand. My eyes water, but I don’t stop, moaning around him just to feel the vibration rip another curse out of him.
When I pull back, gasping, a string of spit connects my lips to his cock. I lick it up, smirking up at him. “Still think you’re in charge?”
His jaw ticks, eyes blazing. “You’re playing with fire, sweetheart.”
