Page 90 of Brewing Temptation

“You,” she finally gasped. “Jameson, I needyou!”

Music to my damn ears. Sliding my knees between her thighs, I sat up, frantically looking around and snatching my jeans from the ground so I could fish a condom out of my wallet.

“Such a good little Boy Scout,” she teased as I pulled the foil wrapper free.

“Put it on me,” I ordered, ignoring the bait and handing her the rubber. Her mouth popped open, eyes flashing with something I couldn’t place. She did, immediately leaning up to sheath my dick inside it. The moment she’d rolled it up to the base, her hand slid down around to cup my balls, running her fingers along the backside. I groaned as the heat of her sent a wave of need crashing against me. If I didn’t get her wrapped around me, I was likely to implode. “Hell, baby.”

A pleased little laugh slipped through her lips, and then I tore my hoodie from her frame, hocking it aside before laying her on her back. Her red curls fanned out around her shoulders as those gorgeous brown pools found my eyes.

“You’re fucking exquisite,” I growled, eyes scraping over her long, tight ribcage and pale pink nipples. At war with myself, it took a beat to debate between sucking one in my mouth or getting inside her, but the jerk of my cock decided for me. Bracing her feet against my shoulders, I barked, “Hold on to me.” She did. Such a good fucking girl. She pushed her heels against my upper chest, hands wrapping around my wrists where I was clutching her thighs, pulling me into her. I lined myself up without dropping my hold on her delicious, lean legs, and slowly sunk into her, one glorious inch at a time, until my balls met her perky ass.

Her lungs filled with a rush of air, swollen lips parting on a desperate cry. “Jameson!”

I’d never fucked in the woods. Never been so far out of town, there wasn’t a chance of anybody hearing. There was something unbelievable about it being just us. Just the two of us and the mountain as she cried my name for the heavens to hear.

Just like I’d promised her she would.

“Holy shit–” she sucked down air “–sofull.” Noel took every damn inch like she was made for me.

“Oh, fuck,” I panted as I slowly shifted, already fighting the familiar tightening in my balls. “You take me so good, baby.”Like hellwas I not going to give my Noel one hell of a show. But it might require my entire lineup of emergency distractions—baseball, hockey, drought, famine. Anything to not fixate on the red-headed goddess, arching in a soundless scream as her head fell back. The column of her neck worked as she swallowed, then gasped. Perky nipples peaked in the chill air as her legs trembled.Goddamn, I needed to suck on one of those.

We’d been climbing towards this peak from the moment she’d stepped foot on the island. From the moment I’d pulled into the Mistyvale harbor and found her in the Grizzly Grind. Every chaste caress, every joke, every snarky remark on both our parts had built toward this moment.This momentas her body surrendered, wrapping tighter and tighter around me, her beautiful bare breasts heaving as she tried to suck down breath between my desperate thrusts. I couldn’t get deep enough. Couldn’t join her hard enough. With each snap of my hips, her hot, tight, soaked channel threatened to milk me for every ounce of need I’d built up since before I'd seen her through that window.Myhot, tight, soaked channel. Becauseshewas mine. I’d known it. Known it, and fought it like my life depended on it. Known it, and been an absolute prick because I didn’t fucking want to.

I’d make it up to her. Spend my life making her cry my name just like this, my skin smarting where her nails threatened to break it. Make sure she was safe and provided for, and chasing whatever adorable, inevitably unhinged, brilliant dream her gorgeous heart could concoct. Watching her writhe beneath me, coming undone at my touch. Those precious pink lips parted on a desperate gasp and my cock twitched as I remembered exactly what they’d just felt like. What she’dlookedlike, blinking up at me through tears, like she desperately wanted to suck me until I poured down her throat. A man could get used to that.

The yank on my spine and telltale tightening in my balls had me gritting my teeth. I groaned, “I’mclose, baby.”

“Me too,” she whimpered as she met my thrust, eyes frantic before they slammed closed again.

“You are so fucking beautiful. I’ve wanted you since Isawyou.”

“Good, now shut up and fuck me.”

I chuckled darkly, breathing, “Yes, ma’am,” as I did just that. Jack hammering into her, I gave her everything I had, breathing as desperate and demanding as my movements, skin slicked with sweat.

“More,” she begged, one hand scrambling for purchase as the other snaked between us. I swatted her hand away, taking up a steady rhythm against her clit. The moment my fingers applied pressure, she cried, “Oh shit, Jameson!”

“That’s right, baby. Let go. Give it to me.”

“Oh god,” she cried.

“Give it to me, baby.”

“Please!” The sound of her begging was enough to drive me mad.

My movements grew more urgent, thrusts erratic as I deepened them, trying to hit that elusive spot. “Come all over my cock,” I gritted through my teeth, barely holding back my release. My abs flexed tight with every single snap of my hips, arms shaking with the effort as I demanded every slick ounce of her pleasure. Tight breasts bouncing with each movement, I studied the desperate lines of her taut muscles, her adorable little face. The perfect O of her lips. “Come for me, baby.” When Noel’s orgasm clamped down, her head thrown back in a cry of ecstasy and nails digging into my arms where she held me, I followed her right the hell over the edge, shouting her name for the mountain to hear.

Half laying over her and half on the chilled mat, we caught our breath, sucking down desperate gulps as our smiles filled the space. Arm hanging heavy across her, she gently stroked lines up and down my sweaty back, and I inhaled the sexed-up scent of her. Fuck, she was mouth-watering. Could I ever get enough? Her breathless voice cut my train of thought, a smile lacing every syllable.

“Well…that’s one way to warm a girl up.”

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I wokeup with the heavy warmth of Noel’s sleeping body draped over mine. Heaven. She’d brought me heaven on top of the world. We’d had a marathon of sex last night, trading orgasms like legal tender. A sex-a-thon, if you will. I could still taste her cum on my lips, smell us in the air, intertwining with her lemon shampoo and the spruce of the chilled mountain. The tickle of her curls across my chest made me smile, and for a moment, I just soaked her in, wishing we could stay up here forever, just the two of us away from the world. But the tide wouldn’t wait for us, so, with a sigh, I squeezed her tight, tucked her in beneath my hoody, then got dressed and snuck outside to make breakfast.

By the time Noel emerged, glorious sex hair in a halo around her pretty little face, I’d poured steaming cups of coffee into the camping tins, had the fire happily flickering, and bacon and eggs set on tin plates beside bread and butter. Her smile was so adorable it threatened to destroy me. We cuddled up on the mountaintop for as long as I could practically justify before breaking down camp in a rush and heading back to the trail.

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