Page 18 of Out of Luck in the Outback

I kind of like it.

I suck as much as I can take of him, work the base of his cock with one hand, and move my hand to his balls with my other. “Like that?”

“Yes, sweetheart. Just like that,” he coos.

I take long licks up his length every few seconds but focus on taking him as deep as possible. The more I sputter and gag against the head of his dick, the more he likes it, gripping my hair and gently rocking into me.

“Stop. Come up here,” he says, pulling my hair a little so I have to work my way up his body. “I’m getting too worked up and won’t last much longer if you keep working my dick like that. Sit on my face for a minute.”

If I must.

I quickly kneel between his legs and take my shorts and panties off, kicking them aside while Maddox’s eyes roam the length of my body. The sun is down now, and the cold air mercilessly hits my nipples, causing them to harden with cold and desire.

I move up his body, and he grips my hips, pulling me and making me move faster. “Someone’s awful eager for me to sit on his face.”

“If you think I haven’t wanted to taste every inch of you since Sydney, you’re delusional. Now, sit down.”

I hover over his face, suddenly worried I haven’t shaved or lady scaped for a few days. He grips my ass from behind, runs his hands over my lower back, and growls against my thighs. “Sit the fuck down, Ava.”

“I haven’t shaved since Sydney, and I haven’t showered since this morning.”

“And I want a real pussy on my mouth and not one powdered and waxed until it’s no longer tasty or fun.”

He pulls me down onto him, and I don’t fight it. I can’t. I don’t argue about shaving rituals or showers because Maddox feasts on me like his words weren’t just lip service. He really doesn’t care. Euphoria washes over me as his tongue swipes at my clit, and I roll my head back and cup my breasts, furiously rubbing them to quell their loneliness as his mouth focuses on every inch of my lady parts.

My eyes register stars as I breathe into the pleasure, and I’m not sure if I’m seeing the real stars above me or if Maddox’s mouth is just that damn good.

Warm.

Wet.

Scratchy against my thighs.

And nothing has ever compared to the firmness of that tongue as it slides back and forth over my clit.

“Fuck, Maddox,” I whimper as I wriggle against him. He holds me in place, and it’s torture. His hands feel nice, but I want to grind against him.

He’s maddeningly good at this.

I fall forward, gripping some craggy grass blades above the sleeping bag, and moan. I bite my lip as I ride his face, as much as he’ll let me move, and he slides a finger into my pussy from behind.

It’s the finger that does it.

I push my forehead into the red dirt and curse as my body trembles so hard that I’m glad he’s holding me in place. My legs clench the side of his head, but that only pushes me further into my orgasm as his stubble hits every part of my slit all the way to my thighs. Dear fucking Christ, now I know why the ladies in my books like the beards.

I take heaving breaths as soon as every tremble eeks out of my body, but Maddox pulls me down. There’s no recovery for me because Maddox slides me down his body and slowly impales me onto his cock. He doesn’t have to hunt and position me a certain way. He’s ready, and I’m certainly ready with my own wetness and the spit he left on every millimeter of my nether region.

We both moan as I take him as far as possible. I instinctually rock against him, sitting up and idly trailing my fingers over his stomach. When I look down, his eyes are closed, and I’ve never seen such a blissful man.

I ride him for minutes, clenching myself around him and whining for faster or deeper every so often, which he obliges. As I find a spot I like on him and grind into it, I lean forward and plant a kiss on his mouth. He opens his eyes and runs his hands down the length of me from throat to hips.

“Huh. How about that?”

“How about what?” I ask. I can barely form the words as I swivel my hips around Maddox’s dick. The feeling of fullness makes my mouth go numb, and I close my eyes with the pleasure of it all. Him inside of me. The cool desert air on my skin. The open sky above us with stars so different that I feel like I’m on another planet.

“You are an on top kind of girl, aren’t you, Calvert?”

“Shit,” I grumble as another wave of pleasure starts in my core and moves to all extremities. My arms fail, and I fall onto Maddox as he pumps into me from below.

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