His tongue makes slow, languid strokes against my swollen center while he pushes two fingers inside of me, hooking them slightly when pressure begins to build deep in my core.
It turns out that pitchers are indeed quite good with their hands . . . and tongues. And Hunter Reddick has me coming in his mouth in seconds. My hips buck with this need to rub myself against his face, to gain more friction, to feel him deeper.
I exhale as his mouth leaves my soaking pussy open to the cold air, the exposure sudden and painful, yet so, so sweet.
“Ah, I need. I need,” I beg.
Hunter feels inside the pocket of his jeans, then pulls out a gold packet. He tears the foil with his teeth, then slides the condom down his length. I arch my back, opening my legs to him wider as he guides himself to my pussy. He coats himself with my arousal, sliding his cock up and down my still-pulsating pussy until finally pausing to sink deep inside.
I gasp as my head falls back, louder than I want to be, but fuck it. I don’t care.
“Fuck, you’re tight. So fucking wet, too.”
He sinks in completely and holds still for a moment, letting my body adjust to his girth. I steady my breath and straighten my spine so I can look him in the eyes. When his gaze is waiting for me, it takes me by surprise. He’s smiling faintly, and his eyes wander the expanse of my body in an incredibly adoring way. He studies my face, sliding his cock out slowly as his hand comes up to cradle the side of my face. His weight held up on his left arm, he pushes back in and draws a soft line along my jaw with his right hand.
“Come again, Renleigh. Comewithme,” he says, his thumb grazing my open lips before he pushes it in my mouth. I bite himgently with my teeth, smirking around him before closing my lips and sucking his thumb as he sinks into me again.
“Yes,” I mumble, my mouth occupied by his thumb he repeatedly runs along my lip then sinks into my mouth, matching each thrust.
“That’s it,” he coaxes, dropping his mouth to my ear as his hips continue to thrust.
My tongue swirls around his thumb as his dick pummels me below, every pump hitting me just right, building something that’s full of promise, until I feel myself begin to lose control.
“Hunter,” I pant, the pad of his thumb pressing on my lower lip.
His rhythm gets faster, and my hands move to his hips, pulling him into me with every drive as I chase my release. The sensation builds to an unthinkable peak that nearly knocks the wind from me until I’m nothing but pulses and waves. My body goes numb as his hips pump into me, his mouth panting heavy breaths at the base of my throat. I take every surge of pleasure, the world suddenly bright and full of color.
“Fuck me, Renleigh. Fuck, fuck, fuck—” Hunter pumps into me a few more times, stilling deep inside of me on the last one, and I make a mental note to have my IUD checked stat. The next time we do this, I want to feel his hot cum inside of me.
The next time.
Yes. I’ve made a choice. And I’m going to make it again. And probably again. Until it feels like a mistake. But for right now, all it feels is good.
So. Fucking. Good.
Chapter 11
Hunter
I may suck at camping, but I’m absolutely going again—assuming Renleigh comes along. And maybe we lose the others.
Someone is brewing coffee. I’m not sure how that’s achieved on a campsite, but bless whoever figured it out and thought to bring it along.
Renleigh’s hair is splayed along my bicep, her cheek pressed against my bare chest. Her lips are barely parted and tiny breaths slip between them. The guys aren’t exactly being quiet outside, so I’m sure she’ll wake soon. I just can’t seem to rush her, though.
The girl I was with last night was a complete one-eighty from the one who swore off ballplayers and blocked my best flirting attempts at Earl’s. This version of Renleigh Blackwood was forward, aggressive, and so fucking sexy. Not that the other version isn’t all those things too, it’s just that this Renleigh let me put my dick inside her, so at my base self, I’m kinda biased.
I might also be in trouble because last night wasn’t just wild, it was the best sex of my life. Which brings me back to the whole camping thing, because if the wilderness had anything to do with it, I’ll start working on my troop badge right now. Sign me up. Fuck baseball.
Okay, maybe notfuck baseball.But I can make time to get more outdoorsy and shit. With Renleigh.
I’m musing over all things she and I could do together out here, alone, when she stirs against my body and stretches her arms over her head.
“Hey,” I breathe out.
She turns into me more, rubbing her face against my skin, her eyes squinting against waking up.
“What time is it?” Her voice is raspy. That’s sexy too.
