Cord ignores my objection, his lips traveling along my neck, sliding his hand beneath the curtain my hair provides. A tug around my waist lands us both back onto the picnic blanket. He leans into my space, stealing the air between us. Large hands frame my face, roughened thumbs tracing below my lower lip before his mouth claims mine in the sort of kiss that I know is meant for more. His tongue sweeps across my lips as he presses us back.
Sensation zings through my body where his weight settles over mine. I skate my hands along thick arms that fold around me before his tongue plunges into my mouth, and I stop thinking altogether. Just feel.Everything.A gasp leaves me, followed by a shudder as his knee presses between my thighs.
I pull away, breathless. “Cord, we should?—”
“There’s no one here, Lanie. Just us.” Arctic eyes bore through me, giving me a bare second to voice my protest.
Spoilers: opportunity not taken.
A feral smile quirks Cord’s mouth before he claims mine again. His body pressed to mine leaves me aching everywhere, needing more. A soft sound works its way free of my throat as I kiss him back, wiggling beneath him in a bid to be closer. Every objection between us dissipates. His knee presses firmly between my thighs, up a little. The pressure isn’t enough. My body undulates against his as I roll my hips, pushing upward, seekingmore. An approving male sound originates deep in his chest.
Cord braces a forearm above my head. His other hand slides along my ribs, tugging my shirt up.
“Take this off.” Command edges his voice that matches the unyielding intent in his eyes. One thumb grazes a searing path across the flesh at my belly where the material has scrunched up.
Oxygen flat out refuses to fill my lungs. I push up onto myelbows, lifting the hem of my tee in offering. Cord’s fingers coast over every inch of skin I expose, his head dipping to follow the path with his lips. I arch under his touch, drawing the top over my head. But it’s awkward as hell and I wriggle when the tee catches on my arms. His hand slams down just as I maneuver the stretchy fabric to my hands, trapping my wrists in the material, leaving them pinned over my head.
A twisted sound tears from my throat. My heart races as he nudges my thighs wider, settling in the space between. I flex my fingers in his hold. His grip isn’t too tight, just restrictive. If I yank my hands away, I think he’d let me up, but that edge of danger does strange things to my body. A shudder ripples over me as his tongue traces the tops of my breasts through the lace of my bra. My short breaths meld with the soft sighs he draws from my parted lips.
Air is optional right now.
“Cord?” I pant, straining a little against his hands. A moan leaves me as he kisses my mouth roughly, flicking my bra strap away. He pushes the cup down, breaking back to capture the tight bud of my nipple with his lips and teeth. I twist beneath him, giving a soft cry. “You should stop,” I murmur through a haze of need.
Cord laughs softly. “Why, because we’re not in a bed? Lanie, I don’t play by the rules.” His mouth crushes my lips again as his hand works at the other cup of my bra, rolling the freed nipple between his fingers.
Heat gushes between my thighs. I try to press my knees together, but his legs are in the way, so I rub shamelessly against him instead, needing the friction as he pinches and soothes at my nipples, alternating the motion until I’m a hot, writhing mess beneath him.
My body pulses all over as he teases me relentlessly.
“Can you come for me like that?” he murmurs. “I want to see you fall apart for me.”
I shake my head as he returns to the teasing rhythm, straining restlessly on his hold over my wrists. “I—no, I have no idea,” I whisper,my mind fracturing between the points of pleasure he draws from me.
“Let’s find out.”
Cord’s mouth latches on to one nipple as he plays with the other, his tongue swirling, thumb and finger pinching and plucking. I moan, rubbing against the hardness of him, until he pulls his body back and suddenly I’m humping nothing but air.
“No,” I gasp, spreading my legs wider as he sucks on my nipple. “Please, I need?—”
I have no idea what I need, but he apparently does, as heat rushes through the emptiness between my legs where he denies me pressure as he gives pleasure elsewhere. I flood my panties as I come on a ruined cry. Cord nips my nipple lightly with his teeth, suckling me through the pain. Bliss obliterates everything until I open my eyes to find myself cradled in his arms, sweat beading my skin despite the early evening’s chill air.
He releases my wrists, pulling my shirt free of my hands, and slides my jeans over my hips. The weak remaining sunlight does little to warm our skin, but his mouth trails over my flesh, and it heats beneath him.
“My God, you’re beautiful,” he says hoarsely, shucking his shirt onto a pile of our clothes. His jeans follow, and a foil packet is tossed onto the blanket beside us.
I curl into his body, still shaking as he holds me with one arm, and I run my hands over his chest, tracing the sculpted abs he inadvertently displayed that first day. A deep groan bows his head. He catches my wrists, but I shake him off.
“I get to touch you, too.” I lean forward, holding his gaze, and lick a path through the fine smattering of hair and ink there. One bull and a tornado destroying everything around it along with a date ten years ago are all I can make out in the failing light.
Cord says nothing, resting one hand on my nape as I explore him, tracing lower, over the vee of his hips. His cock stands proud from his body, thick and veined, as my hand closes around him in a light stroke. Another sound, almost painful, tears from him as Itouch him gently, exploring. His hand closes over mine, squeezing himself harder as he watches me.
I smile, batting his hands away, and bend to follow my touch with my tongue.
“Fuck.”
Breath hisses between his teeth as his hands fist in my hair, winding the lengths around and around. He guides me gently, letting me have my fun and explore until his hips jerk. He drives my head down briefly and then pulls me back with an oath. Swallowing quickly, I fit my mouth around the head of his cock and take him deep, an inch at a time, reveling in the sounds of pure pleasure he makes.
His fists press to the back of my head and then he moves with me, rocking with each suck, pulling me back and pushing me down all the way until I need to swallow faster or choke.
