“Is anyone around?” I managed.
“Who fucking cares?”
I groaned as his fingers deftly flicked under my panties and began to roam my soaked clit. The calluses from years of climbing made his fingers both rough and soft all at once, and he clearly had incredible control of his hands. My knees began to shake as waves of pleasure rolled through me.
“I don’t want to get caught.”
“Yes you do,” he said, rubbing gently, agonizingly amazingly gently. “Why else would you be moaning like that?”
“I can’t help it,” I whimpered.
“Yes you can. You just don’t want to.”
With a gasp, I pushed him away and he grinned wickedly at me. I came at him, crushing my mouth against his, and finished tearing open his pants. I shoved my hand down his underwear and grasped his cock, momentarily shocked by its size. He wasn’t exaggerating when he said he had a big dick; it was firm and thick and long as I slowly began to stroke it.
The truth was, he was right. He could clearly read me like an open book. I wanted it right there and then and didn’t care at all who was around to hear it.
I kept working him, stroking his length, as he pushed me back up against the tree and continued rubbing my clit. I could barely concentrate on his dick as he worked me, fingers rolling in ways and spaces I had never felt before.
“You’re soaked through already,” he grunted in my ear.
“No I’m not,” I groaned.
“Don’t lie to me.” He suddenly yanked my shirt over my head, forcing my hand out of his pants. He kissed my chest and grabbed my full breasts, and I wrapped my arms around his head as he unhooked my bra, pulled it from my chest.
“I need you in me,” I whispered.
“Say it again.” He yanked my pants down around my knees. The cool forest air bit at my exposed skin and my nipples stood rock hard.
“Fuck me, Reid.”
He stood back and finished pulling down his pants, revealing his rock-hard dick.
“Say please,” he commanded.
Instead, I fell down to my knees in front of him, looking up at his grinning face. Slowly I slipped his dick into my mouth and began to suck the tip, savoring the taste of his salty pre-come as it hit my tongue. I sucked him hard like that, working his long and thick shaft, though I could barely fit the whole thing in my mouth.
He groaned his pleasure and wrapped his hands behind my hand, pressing slightly as he struggled to get his cock inside my mouth. I pulled back, a small string of saliva following my lips.
“Shit, Becca,” he grunted. “Keep sucking me like that and you don’t have to beg.”
I smiled and licked the base of him, up along his shaft, and slipped the tip back between my teeth. I rolled my tongue along his tip and began to suck him again, working up and down, my lips hoovering hard. He groaned and grabbed my hair a little rough, sending a thrill down my spine.
After I began to work his shaft with my hand, sucking his cock, my bare breasts exposed to the open forest air, he pulled himself back and out of my mouth.
“Stand up,” he commanded.
I stood and he tore off my panties, ripping the thin lace.
“I liked those,” I said, laughing.
“I’ll get you new ones.”
He bent over and rooted through his pants for a second, finding his wallet. He pulled a condom out and threw the wallet back onto the ground. I gasped as he grabbed my hips, turning me around and pushing me forward. I put my hands up on the tree, my face even with the carving of his initials, as he tore open the foil and rolled the condom along his cock.
“Are you going to take my dick?” he whispered in my ear.
“Don’t make me wait,” I said.
I felt his tip press against my wet pussy and suddenly he was inside me.
I gasped, gripping the rough bark of the tree, the wind whistling through the branches, as his cock filled me entirely. For a blinding second, there was only the sound of the forest and the feeling of him pressing deep into me.
His hands tightened on my hips. “Fuck, your tight cunt is incredible,” he grunted.
I couldn’t respond as he began to thrust inside me deep, fucking me deep and slow at first, then hard up against the tree. I lost myself in the pleasure running up and down my body as he pushed deeper and harder. I had to hold on to the tree as he fucked me rougher and stronger, his strong hands roaming along my skin. He grabbed my breasts and worked my hard nipples.
“Your ass is fucking perfect,” he said, slapping it hard.
I gasped. “Do that again,” I said.
He smacked my ass harder. “I know you liked that.”
I moaned as his fingers found my clit, his cock still thrusting deep. I couldn’t stop myself from moaning loudly. I knew there could be people nearby, knew that we weren’t more than forty-five minutes from the house, but I wasn’t in control of myself anymore.