Instead of moving my legs wider apart to look, he took my cock into his hot mouth and began sucking me off. I screamed again, shocking a nearby bird out of the trees. The intensity of the sensations in my groin made my brain begin to short-circuit.
“Fuck me,” I begged. “You. Withyou. Please.”
He knew what I meant. Within seconds, it was Jack’s hot, slick cock replacing the frozen toy in my hole and his strong body thrusting wildly inside of me. I wrapped my arms and legs around him and held on as he pounded into me.
“So hot,” he grunted. “So good for me. Jesus, Hawkins, I love you so fucking much. More than I thought possible. Every day, it’s more than the day before, and I think… this is it now. It can’t be more than it is this second. But then… but then…”
I moved my hand into his hair and held him as close as I could, clinging to him and comforting him, trying to hold out when all my body wanted was to jump off the cliff and enjoy the fireworks on the way down.
“Love you,” I said into his warm skin. “Love you.Love you.” My words ended in a gasp as his hand reached for my cock and pulled the orgasm out of me.
My release came quick as his thrusts lost their rhythm and Jack came deep inside of me with a curse.
Afterward, we lay in a sweaty, panting pile of limbs, spent and happy.
Jack pushed the damp hair off my forehead. “That. Was Epic.”
“You have excellent ideas,” I sighed.
“You brave enough to rinse off in the river with me?” he asked with a smile in his voice. “Before we set up our tent?”
It was only spring which meant the river was mostly snowmelt. I lifted an eyebrow at him. “I’m the one who had Frosty’s dick in my ass a minute ago, Jack Wyatt, and you’re asking if I’m brave enough for a cold dip? Surely you jest.”
He pulled back to look at me with the affectionate gaze that still made my stomach contract. “Fair. Clearly I’m the one afraid of freezing my balls off. In fact, instead of taking a swim, we should just rinse off with a washcloth or something. Hypothermia is at least as dangerous as heatstroke. Probably.”
I moved to stand up before reaching a hand out to pull him up.
“We’re about to find out. If you were scared of the cold, you should have thought about this before thinking you were going to be cute by bringing that thing in the cooler bag.”
“No, but… that was foryou.” His laugh was a gift I held close and treasured.
I shrugged and turned toward the river. “You can wait out here if you want to. But I wonder what my nipples will do in that cold water. Could be dangerous,” I said archly.
I didn’t turn back to look at his reaction because I knew him well enough to know he loved my nipples. And there was no kind of danger, real or imagined, that Jack would let me wander into on my own.
“And I can only imagine my poor nuts turning into raisins. Yeah. You stay here, Jack. You probably don’t want to see any of th—oof!”
Jack’s arms wrapped around me from behind. “Fine. I’m coming,” he said against the back of my ear. “If you wanted to act outDangerous When Wet, all you had to do was say so. You don’t have to play dirty.”
“My hero,” I whispered in his ear as I led him into deeper water.
My nipples and nuts did, in fact, turn into raisins. But after some diligent attention from Jack’s hot mouth, they sorted themselves out in no time.
