Page 92 of Roughing It

Like the good girl she sometimes is, she rides my leg until she falls over the edge, sucking me deeper when she gasps as she comes. This is some sort of divine torture.

With a strangled grunt, I say, “Enough, Blakely.”

Dropping me with a pop, she looks up. Face flushed, lips puffy. “You can finish in my mouth. Or on my tits. Or anywhere else you want.”

“Goddamn, baby. Get up here, so I can taste you.”

She climbs up my body before turning her back to me, her hips at eye level.

“Fuck yeah, I can work with this.” I reach out and palm her ass, squeezing a cheek.

“Maybe you should test your other reflexes.”

I flex my fingers and give her ass a swat. But as I reach between her legs to tug the toy from her pussy, she passes the bottle of lube to me.

“How else might you test your dexterity, Mr. Brooks?”

Her warm tongue twirls around the crown of my cock and laps at the slit. I can’t wrap my head around Blakely’s words. Is she saying what I think she is?

“To be clear, baby, you want me to—” When she grazes her teeth down my shaft, I lose my words and hiss as I will myself not to fuck her face.

“Test your abilities. Show me you have mastery over your fingers and mouth. But don’t take the toy out.” She grins at me over her shoulder, and I swear I half-come just from the desire on her face.

To keep from spilling too soon, I focus on her. I jerk her hips, drawing her closer to my face. Then I spread her open and explore, kissing and licking the outer rim of her tight pucker, all but losing my goddamn mind at the feral sounds she makes. I wrap my arms around her lower back, keeping her from wriggling out of reach, and redouble my efforts, wanting to send her crashing into pleasure like a star falling from the sky.

It’s a downright intimate and vulnerable thing to trust apartner with every part of your body, and Blakely is giving it all to me.

“Fuck!” she cries, her head coming up from my lap at the sensation of my tongue teasing and swirling between her cheeks.

“You like that, Spitfire? Like my tongue and mouth on your pretty little asshole?”

“Oh god… it’s Nurse,” she whimpers before dropping her head and taking my cock into her hot mouth.

Fingers dig into my thighs, and I’ll wear those crescent moon marks with pride. I’m doing this to her. I’m wrecking her.

Releasing her from the bear hug I have on her hips, I coat my middle and ring fingers in lube and trace them around her asshole. Blakely’s entire body flushes a beautiful shade of pink as I press the pad of my middle finger into her tight hole. “Relax, baby. Breathe.”

She giggles around my cock before raising her head. “The last time you told me to relax and breathe, I shot you with an arrow.”

My barked laugh echoes in the cabin. Her mouth is going to be my undoing for so many reasons. Refocusing, I slip my finger past the first ring of muscle, my other hand caressing the twin dimples on her lower back. One finger in, I use my thumb to add pressure on her clit, rubbing small circles. Then I press in my ring finger, stretching her slightly as I slowly pump in and out.

We lose ourselves in satisfying the other. Blakely licking and sucking my cock, caressing my balls. Meanwhile, I work her clit; the vibrator rumbles inside her, and my fingers and tongue explore her ass. The only sounds are our collective moans. The only goal, pleasure.

Together, we fall apart. Together, we meld into something new.

Blakely collapses on me—her skin, slick and sticky with sweat, glistens. I shush her when she whimpers as I ease the toy out of her, mindful of her oversensitive pussy.

“I’m gonna take care of you, baby.” At my core, I’m a caretaker. My brothers. The business. And now Blakely.

I bundle my precious cargo into my arms and run a bath. When the water’s just right, I set her in the tub. While she soaks, I wash my face and hands and brush my teeth. Then I swap out the sheets, making sure everything is ready for us to crawl into bed.

Post bath, Blakely all but floats to the mattress, sleep creeping into her eyes the moment her head touches the pillow. In the dark of the cabin, she lies in my arms, her supple body melting into mine while I play with her hair.

“Hudson?”

“Yeah?”

“I’m sorry I shot you.”

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