‘Stop playing, Hunter.’
He laughed and lowered his mouth again; he didn’t play this time.It was embarrassing how loud my moans were.Ren rewarded each of them with a hum, bringing his fingers to me and pressing one, then two, inside me.
I tugged Ren’s hair hard and he let out a low hum that vibrated through me, his fingers sliding between my legs – one, then two.My back arched, a moan escaping around my palm, and I couldn’t stop the fluttering pulse in my core, as I saw Ren’s hips shifting, as if he was desperate to get some relief himself.I met his eyes, and the sight stole the breath from my lungs – eyes full of hunger, hair messy from my grip, cheeks flushed.He looked ruined, wrecked.Perfect.And he was loving every second of it.His pace quickened, dragging me higher, teasing me right to the brink.
Then he slowed.
Then he stopped.
The whimper I made wasn’t dignified, but I didn’t care.I gasped, letting my head thump back on to the pillow.A moment later, he started again – more slowly, more softly this time, as if he was savouring it.As if I was dessert.
I climbed towards the edge again, and again he pulled away.
‘Ren, please.’ My voice broke on the word, my whole body shaking.‘Please.’
‘Begging already?’ he murmured, kissing the inside of my thigh.‘I thought I had more time to play.’
I glared down at him, breathless and half-feral, and he just grinned, wicked and smug, as he buried his tongue back into me.I moved against him, desperate for friction, no longer able to control my body.I knew how I must look, unhinged and needy, and it only made me wetter.There was something dark and greedy in his gaze, like he wanted to collect every version of me – especially the wild ones.
He pulled back again, shifting so he was beside me, not between my legs, and I blinked at him in disbelief.
‘What—’ I began, but he just smiled, stretched out beside me, looking sinful.I reached for the waistband of his boxers, intent on returning the favour, but he caught my hand and held it away.
He gave a dark chuckle, ‘Oh, I’m not finished.Ride my face, Sunshine,’ he said, pressing a kiss to my mouth.‘I wanna see you come on my face.’
My brain stalled.Stuttered.I blinked, too dazed to speak.
But then I saw the look in his eyes, determined andverymuch into this, and heat rolled.Yes, my body screamed.
We moved, shifting awkwardly in the cramped tent until I was straddling him.He reached for my thighs, guiding me down and, when his mouth found me again, I cried out.I couldn’t help it.His hands roamed over my skin – my thighs, my arse – and I moved above him, riding his face with a slow, desperate rhythm.
When he pressed two fingers inside me again, I lost it.
I clenched around him, head thrown back, one hand clamped over my mouth to muffle the moan that tore through me.The pleasure crested like a wave, unstoppable and shattering.
When I collapsed beside him, panting, he looked unbearably smug.I could barely catch my breath but my eyes found his, then trailed down his chest to his arms, and finally to the bulge in his boxers that had been there the whole time.
‘Your turn,’ I said, licking my lips.
He shook his head and said, ‘We don’t do turns, Lydia.’
I groaned as he pulled me against him, laughing at my pout as if he hadn’t just destroyed me.
‘I’m serious,’ he smiled.‘That was for you.’
‘You don’t want anything in return?’ I asked, studying him.‘Most men I’ve slept with are reciprocal.With women, it’s less like that—’
‘I want a lot of things,’ he said, brushing my hair back gently.‘But we can wait.There’s no rush.’
‘I feel bad,’ I admitted, staring at his collarbone.
‘That’s your people-pleasing talking,’ he hummed.‘And we’re not bringing that into the bedroom.’ He glanced around.‘Or the tent.Come here.’
We lay there in silence, curled up in the hush of the woods.I glanced up at Ren, his eyes were closed, a light smile on his face, as if he was blissfully happy, despite the fact he’d given me the orgasm, not the other way around.
Then, as if the universe wanted to send me a message, a warning, Ren’s phone vibrated.I sat up, and caught the message out of the corner of my eye.
LEXI MEXICO
