Precarious(28)

“Believe me, in five minutes, you’ll be warm.”

I can’t answer him. My entire body has come alive. It’s been a while since I’ve been touched, and having this man’s hands on me feels so erotic, so forbidden. I close my eyes, biting my lip so hard that I taste coppery blood. He shifts closer to me and I can feel his bulging cock in his jeans, pressing against my back.

All I can see of him is his booted feet by my side and some sexy-as-fuck black jeans. He presses his lips against my neck, and my nipples turn into little hard tips within seconds. He purrs against me, making a low, rumbling sound that has everything coming to life. In a big, big way.

“I can make you warm, baby. Just say the word and I’ll make it all fuckin’ better.”

Oh I just bet he will.

“I . . .” I croak. That’s it; it’s the best I can do. That would be because his fingers are trailing down my belly towards my extremely aroused sex. His mouth is on my neck, his cock pressed against my back, and he’s about to finger fuck me. Even I’m not that strong . . . I mean come on . . . Who could say no to that?

“Spread your legs for me,” he growls into my ear.

My legs seem to do as they’re told before my brain kicks in, and my knees drop open.

“Yeah, babe, that’s the way.”

His fingers dip into my sensitive folds and I whimper, arching my back. God, I’m so wet I can feel it coating him, making a slick passage for him to do as he pleases. He makes a deep, rumbling sound in his chest as his fingers find my clit and begin massaging it.

“Oh God,” I whimper. “Yes.”

“So eager,” he hisses. “I’m goin’ to fuck you with my fingers, babe. Are you good with that?”

Good? I couldn’t be better.

“Yes,” I breathe.

He releases my clit, which causes a groan to slide from my lips. He slips his fingers lower until he finds my entrance and then gently, he pushes one thick finger inside. I arch again and he uses his hand against my belly to keep me from going too far once more. Holy sweet mother of God, he feels amazing.

He tilts his fingers up as his lips graze over my neck again. “You’re so fuckin’ tight. Takin’ everything inside me not to fuck you hard and fast right now.”

Oh.

Yes.

I grind my teeth together as pleasure takes over. Oh . . . yes. He thrusts once more and I come, blissfully slow. My entire body shoots pleasure out in strands that start from my pussy, and work their way right up until my nerve endings stand on alert and my skin prickles. Krypt rewards me with a low, guttural moan that makes this so much better.

When I stop trembling, he slides his fingers from my depths and lifts them to my mouth. “Open.”

“What?” I stammer.

“Suck yourself off me. Now is your time to suck my finger, baby.”

I hesitate. I’ve never had anyone in my life be so . . . bold. He presses his finger against my lips and I close my eyes, parting my mouth. He slips his finger inside and groans as I close my lips around it. I suck, surprised that it’s in no way near what I thought it would be. He thrusts his cock up against my back and I whimper.

“You’re goin’ to give me blue balls by the time we’re done here,” he growls.

I smile, and pop his finger out of my mouth. “Oh, didn’t I tell you? That’s the plan.”

He chuckles and moves back. I turn and watch him adjusting his jeans before he leans down and takes my clothes. “They’re dry enough. We gotta make tracks.”

“So that’s it? You’re going to love me and leave me?”

He grins at me, big and beautiful. “Either that or I can pull my cock out, and you can suck this ache right out of it.”

I flush and shove to my feet, taking the blanket with me. He laughs as I gather my clothes. “Didn’t think so.”

We finish packing and dressing, then we’re on our way again. The track becomes narrow and ragged, barely recognizable. We climb over rocks and duck under trees—seriously, it would be hard for anyone to find this place. We don’t talk a whole lot. Both of us are no doubt desperate for a shower and some shelter. The quicker we get there, the better. We only stop once when Krypt gives me some painkillers and food, and then we’re back to it.

When early afternoon falls, I’m exhausted. I’m thinking we have to be close. God, I pray we’re close. We’re going extra slow, because of my sore body, so I know this has taken far longer than it usually would.

“Here we are,” Krypt says, snapping me out of my daze. Well, I guess my prayers were answered, because ahead of us is a large, I mean . . . super large cabin sitting in amongst the trees. It’s similar to the one below; only this one has two sheds either side of it and a barbed wire fence. Yes, a barbed wire fence.