He lets out a soft chuckle as he slides his fingers out of me gently, causing another high-pitched whine to escape me, before he presses the head of his cock against my ass.
I take a deep breath, bearing down on him as he pushes forward. We both gasp as his crown breaches my first ring of muscle.
“Yes, yes, yes. Oh god, don’t stop, fuck, please don’t stop, Hunter,” I beg, pushing back against him.
“Oh god, Penn, you feel so good, so fucking good,” he babbles, sinking further into my body.
The pleasure and the bite of pain as I stretch to accommodate him is heaven, and when he’s fully seated inside me, he crowds against my back and wraps his arms around my waist. “Penn.”
My name on his lips somehow turns me on even more. I turn my head, desperate for his kiss, and he obliges me, his mouth hot and demanding, claiming every part of me, and I fucking love it.
He pulls back and then pushes back into me in one long stroke, and I groan into his mouth. “Yes. Yes. Do it, Hunter. Fuck me hard. I’m yours.”
Chapter twenty-nine
Hunter
“I’m yours,” Penn says, and my brain falls offline.
“Yes,” I growl, shocked at the surge of possession that rushes through me. “Mine. You’re mine,” I growl in a voice so deep and rough I don’t even register it as my own.
My hands fall to Penn’s hips, gripping them so hard there are going to be finger-shaped bruises there, but I don’t care. This primal, feral need to mark him, to claim him as mine, is coursing through my body, knocking out all rational thought. My entire universe has shrunk down to this tiny corner of the forest and where our bodies are joined, and the single thing that matters is claiming him, making sure he knows, making sure everyone knows, that he’s mine from this point forward. Mine.
I start driving into him hard, fucking him with everything I have. Penn braces himself against the tree to stop from hitting it as I ram into him harder and harder. His groans start getting louder as he takes everything I have, pushing himself back into me, meeting me thrust for thrust.
He drops one hand to his cock, but acting on pure instinct alone, I reach around his front and slap his hand away with asnarl. “Mine,” I grind out, wrapping my hand around his length and shuttling my hand up and down him, the remnants of lube on my hand combining with the precome spilling from his dick slicking the way for me, as somehow, I manage to keep up my punishing pace.
Penn bites down on his forearm that’s now braced against the rough tree, trying desperately to muffle his moans, which keep increasing in volume.
“Hunter, I can’t hold on. I’m gonna… Oh, oh god,” he babbles and whimpers. His inner muscles start to contract, and I know he’s on the verge of an explosive orgasm, so I double down, pouring every ounce of myself into him, and his cries get louder.
I take the hand that’s gripping his hip and move it to cover his mouth just in time, as only seconds later, his body locks up, and he tightens down on my cock so hard I see stars. His full-throated scream as he comes is thankfully muffled by my hand, or at least I fucking hope it is. I shove into him hard, one last time, as my own muscles tense, and I fucking come and come and come so hard it feels like it might last forever.
My hand is still covering his mouth, but I sink my teeth into the flesh of his shoulder to muffle my own scream as my body catapults over the edge into space, my rhythm stuttering to a stop as the massive orgasm takes over everything in me.
I don’t know how long it takes before I start to come back into my body. We’re both breathing heavily, and my cock is still wedged inside him. We’re both shivering, but not because of the temperature.
I press up against him, reluctant to leave the warmth of his body. I slide one hand up under his T-shirt and press a line of soft, gentle kisses to the nape of his neck, across the sweat-slick skin there, peeking under the edge of his shirt to see my bite mark prominently displayed on his shoulder.
“Fuck, Penn, I’m sorry. Did I hurt you?” I murmur against him, reluctant to remove my mouth from his skin.
He shakes his head before replying in a dreamy voice. “Yes. It was so fucking good.”
I chuckle, which has the unintended effect of causing me to slip out of him. I hastily grab the base of the condom to make sure there are no accidents and slip it off, tying it and slipping it into my pocket before I reach down and gently slide Penn’s underwear and jeans up and over his ass, tucking his cock away. He’s still leaning against the tree, his forehead still resting against his arms.
“Wow,” he says a moment later, once he’s finally summoned the strength to turn around to face me, although he’s still using the tree for support, leaning back against it while giving me a lazy, sex-drunk smile.
I can’t help myself, a smile playing on my own lips as I step back into him once again to claim his mouth. This kiss is sweet and tender. We’re punch-drunk off each other, and I know we have things to talk about, but right now, with the earthy fragrance of damp soil surrounding us and the soft rustle of the wind in the trees, a sense of calmness spreads through me, unlike anything I’ve experienced before. I have no desire to chase it away with a dose of reality, so I keep quiet.
“Wow is right,” I echo, pulling back from the kiss.
Penn tilts his head back slightly, staring into my eyes. “Best stress relief ever,” he murmurs, and I can’t help but laugh because, um, yes, it definitely was.
A few minutes later, we straighten ourselves up, and I grab his hand, pulling him back toward the trail.
Somehow, we’ve managed to stumble upon something here. And the voice inside my head that’s been telling me we need to stick to the agreement we made on the ship has gonesuspiciously quiet. I never saw it coming, but it’s here anyway, undeniable, and impossible to ignore.
I am so gone for this man. This man, who is so opposite yet so perfect for me, has become one of the most important things in my life. We have a bunch of things we need to sort out, and we still have Penn’s presentation to get through in a few days, but from the way he looks at me, with soft eyes and that sweet, tender smile, I think it's possible he may just feel the same way.
