Left for Wild - Harloe Rae Page 0,54
grinding her ass against me with languid motions specific to fucking. My cock greets her unconscious advances with a straining twitch. That hard length is more than ready to offer reciprocation for her brazen attempts. A buzz of unfiltered need zips through my veins, driving straight south to fuel the blistering demand. The roaring hunger in my gut has nothing to do with wanting breakfast. I have to find a way out before this thin strand of control snaps.
Struggling will only press us into a firmer grip. I can’t reach the zipper while acting as her personal cloak. Wiggling my fingers is a feat I can barely accomplish. We’re two sardines crammed in a container three sizes too small. There’s no easy exit from this tight squeeze without waking her. My eyes cross on their own when she bucks harder. Christ, this woman is about to make me bust in my briefs.
I’m panting without gaining any useful oxygen. Even my pores are clogging with lust. This is a hot-box to torment the worst type of sinners. My balls are bound to be navy after this. Blakely moans again, the sound so wanton and husky my toes curl on impact. Dousing the flames with her this close is laughable.
When she arches into me for the umpteenth time, a flash of white robs my vision. I grind my molars until a filling is likely to crack. My entire body jerks in reflex, and Blakely rouses with a mewl, stretching with a sharp bend to her spine. That reflexive movement effectively shoves her into the ideal position for my dick. If we were naked, one thrust would sink me to the hilt. Just the idea of entering her silky warmth has a shiver racing across the back of my thighs. I clench everything within me until the threatening tingle of climax recedes.
The greedy pang is consuming, but the cause of this madness stirs with a yawn. I can tell the instant that awareness settles into Blakely’s drowsy dreams. She goes rigid in my arms, a startled yelp escaping in the seconds to follow. Her baby blues peer at me through a curtain of mocha hair. Almost immediately, she scans the length of our provocatively aligned forms. I remain motionless so she can gather her bearings.
“Um, hello there.” Her throaty rasp circles my shaft with a velvet caress.
“Morning.” I shift to make a sliver of space, eliciting a strangled gasp from her.
Blakely’s eyes are a pair of pale saucers. “Oh, holy hornballs. No, no, no.”
“Is there a problem?” Other than the obvious predicament of our position, of course.
“Was I humping you?” My silence must tell her everything she needs to know. Blakely slaps a palm to her flushing cheek. “I’m such a hussy.”
I chuckle at the pitchy outrage in her tone. “You were sleeping.”
“Don’t provide excuses for me. I don’t deserve an escape clause after trying to maul you.”
“Would you prefer I use shame tactics?”
A squeak bounces in the air between us. “Gah, no. That sounds painful. I’m just a…tease. After you told me to quit moving and I tried my best. But here I am, rubbing on you fast enough to start a fire. You’ve already been, um, deprived enough without me antagonizing you.”
I give her hip a gentle stroke. That’s the most my restricted mobility allows. “Don’t worry, Blakely. I’ve had plenty of practice suppressing my urges. Hell, I can’t recall the last time the bite of arousal got to me. Those needs just ceased to exist. Until you appeared and recharged my system, that is.”
“How are you being sweet right now? You should be peeved.”
“And why is that?”
“Because you’re very…hard. I imagine that isn’t comfortable.”
“It’s nothing I haven’t dealt with before.” Especially with her around. “Popping wood is a common practice for men.”
The rolling of her eyes is almost audible. “Yeah, okay. It’s natural and all that. But it doesn’t help that I’ve been bumping into you for who knows how long.”
“I doubt it was intentional since you weren’t awake. And yes, I’m giving you an out. Again. Feel free to take it. No harm has been done.” A grunt leaves me when she brushes against my dick. That noise seems to remind her of our less than spacious conditions.
Blakely opens the sleeping bag with a harsh tug and a blast of cool air neutralizes our volcanic sauna. I sigh, the exhale wheezing from my starving lungs. Another breath hisses out of me at the loss of pressure from my lower