His thrusts increased, a ragged groan escaping his chest as he swore he could feel something more. He swore he could feel wild hunger, fierce pleasure, and a tempting adventurousness that he knew had to belong to her.

He could sense her pleasure.

He could sense her hunger.

His cock slid faster inside her gripping mouth, sinking to the depths of it, feeling her moan ripple against the sensitive head. Each sensation, each strike of pleasure that began in the flared, responsive crest echoed stronger, hotter in his balls. Her hands stroked and milked the shaft; her tongue licked and lashed; her mouth sucked and tightened around it. Pleasure whipped through the hardened flesh, coalesced in his steadily tightening testicles before it exploded through his system.

“Suck it. Fuck. Suck it deep, baby.” He surged to the back of her mouth as his head tilted back in furious rapture. Brogan felt the ecstasy explode in his balls before it rushed in furious release to the broad head of his cock.

Throbbing, expanding in rapture, Brogan felt the first heavy gush of his semen spurting into her mouth as she struggled to take it.

Each subsequent explosive eruption drew a ragged groan from his throat. With each pulse of semen blasting to her throat, she swallowed, sending spikes of ragged pleasure shooting through his system.

Each spurt of his release jetting into her mouth, Brogan realized he felt more than he had ever felt before at the point of orgasm. He could feel his own release, feel it tearing through him, weakening his knees and draining his balls. But he felt hunger. A wild, tempestuous hunger that blazed with a heat that he knew could belong only to Eve.

A heat he had a feeling would turn into a conflagration and burn them both to cinders.

FOURTEEN

Eve was shaking, arousal and pure white-hot need flooding her bloodstream and pounding through her veins. As she stood before him, her knees shaking and weak, her senses dazed from the excitement surging through her system, she watched as Brogan toed off his sneakers, then slipped his jeans from his powerful legs.

He was still wearing the white, luxuriously soft cotton shirt buttoned to his chest. Those buttons were falling open beneath his fingers, though, revealing his powerful chest with its mat of red-gold curls and the almost invisible freckles she’d glimpsed the night before as the candlelight had gleamed off the powerful muscles.

He was so incredibly tall and strong. It was one of the first things Eve had noticed about him: that strength and easy power that he wore so effortlessly.

Moving to her, his hands framed her face, and though she hadn’t expected it, she watched in surprise as his head lowered to cover her lips with his.

The kiss was deep, searing, and intimate.

His tongue brushed over her lips, then over her tongue. He sipped at her lips, kissed them, drew her deeper into the twisting storm of sensation rushing through her.

“God, how pretty you are,” he whispered, reaching out to touch her. “Come here, baby.”

He sat down on the padded bench and his hand wrapped around the back of her neck. He pulled her to him. This time the feel of his lips moving over hers dragged a cry from her. The sound was so ragged it startled her, so filled with hunger it was shocking, even to her.

Running his hands down her back to her thighs, Brogan pressed her legs apart before he moved one to make her straddle him before pulling her closer to him.

She found herself straddling his lap, her rear resting on his knees as he kissed her with pure carnal demand. His hands gripped her rear, slowly pulling the curves apart until Eve felt the tingles of heat as the nerve endings in her puckered rear entrance revealed themselves.

Was she insane to have pushed him as she had? To have revealed how much she had enjoyed the pleasure-pain sensations he had given her the night before? But how could she have hidden the knowledge of it from him when she responded so readily to the more intense pleasure?

Whatever had happened the night before to bind them together hadn’t been the aberration she had thought it to be. It was still there, and she wasn’t the only one feeling it.

As he urged her closer she knew where he wanted her, knew he wanted her as he helped her remove the cami and her bra.

Easing his lips from hers, he kissed the line of her jaw, moving lower, drawing a cry from her as pleasure began washing through her.

Kissing his way from her lips to her neck, he laid more of the stinging kisses to the base of her neck, where he paused, caressing the skin there with a sharp, fiery kiss that dragged a startled moan from her lips.

Then one hand moved from her rear, slid beneath her breast, and lifted it, and he surrounded the small, pebbled tip with the heat of his mouth.

“Brogan,” she cried out, her arms wrapping around his neck as she arched against him. “Oh, yes, please.”

As he suckled at her nipple, his hand moved back to her rear, pressing beneath the fragile material of her skirt to find the naked flesh revealed by her thong panties.

The hardened width of his cock was pressed between them, the heated stalk grinding against her clit as her hips moved, rubbing the tortured bud against the fierce heat of the iron-hard flesh.

As she did she felt the hidden zipper at the side of her skirt release, easing down before Brogan pushed the material down her hips and let it puddle on the ground.

She was all but naked in his arms now. The cool mountain air touched her body, stroking it as the breeze drifted over it.

His hands moved to her rear again, caressing and cupping the curves as his lips moved to her other nipple. He sucked it inside as well, laving the tip with his tongue and sending starbursts of pleasure exploding in her womb.

One of his hands lifted, though she wasn’t certain what he was doing, because he didn’t move it to caress any other part of her body.

Then it landed against the rounded curve of her rear in a firm, heated little tap of his fingers.

“Oh, God!” Eve jerked in his hold, the muscles of her rear clenching, a shudder working through her body at the sensations flooding her system now.

It wasn’t a hard blow. There was nothing painful about it, just a little startling.

Then another landed.

His lips drew on her nipples, first one, then the other. His teeth rasped against them, tugging at the taut tips as she arched in his hold. Her nails bit into his shoulders now, her head tipping back, her hair flowing around her and caressing her naked skin.

The tap came again, this one just a little firmer, just a little heated against flesh that had already grown warm from the taps before it. With each heated caress a flame began to lick beneath her flesh and spread outward.

With each firm, quick little tap to each cheek of her ass, Eve felt the heat blooming in her rear spread to her clit, to the delicate muscles and tissue in the clenched emptiness of her pussy.

Sensations as shocking as they were arousing began to consume her, drawing muted, muffled little cries from her lips that she fought to contain.

The next tap was followed by his fingers slipping between her thighs, gathering the slick, heated moisture flowing from her vagina. Drawing her juices back from her pussy, he used the tip of a finger on the other hand to rub against the clenched entrance of her anus.

Another solid tap to her rear heated the flesh more, the sensation a stinging pleasure she was beginning to crave. She couldn’t get enough. It wasn’t burning enough. It wasn’t firm enough.

His fingers slipped between her thighs again, drawing even more of the slick heat from her pussy and easing it to her anus. As his hand delivered another hot little tap, a fingertip rubbed more firmly against her back entrance.

No more than two taps later he was able to use the same hand to gather the moisture outside her pussy to lubricate her anus further. His fingertip pressed against the little hole, pushing the slick moisture just inside the snug entrance.

The next little slap had his fingertip pressing further inside as she ground her clit against the stalk of his cock. The hard shaft pressed against her pussy, the iron-hard, iron-hot flesh torturing her with the awareness of how desperately she needed to be fucked.

With the next little blow to her rear cheek, Brogan gathered more of her juices as they spilled to his fingers, lubricated her anus further.

“Push against my finger with your muscles here,” he ordered her roughly as he began rubbing the little hole. “Open for me, baby; I’ll do the rest.”

His hand landed again; more of her juices were used to slick the little hole further; then, as his fingertip pressed against it, Eve fought to relax the muscles he caressed, pushing against the pressure.

His finger slipped inside.

Instantly the little hole clamped shut, shocking electrical flares of heat suddenly erupting in the nerve endings being stretched around the digit. He’d already penetrated the tight entrance, though. Her body’s instinct to clench around the intruder and then to try to push it out only aided in allowing his heavily lubricated finger to push farther inside.

His hand delivered another firm, heated pat, the gentle slaps driving her crazy with the burning heat flaring beneath her flesh. Between the cheeks of her ass his finger moved inside her, stretching the tight entrance around it and burying inside her again.

Pulling free, he dragged more of the juices collecting outside her pussy back to the tender entrance, pressed two fingertips against it, and began working them inside the tender channel.

Rising and falling against him, Eve worked her hips against the broad heat of his cock, her clit on fire. Her pussy clenched and wept the slick lubrication he was using to penetrate her rear; she was desperate to be filled by the throbbing shaft pulsing between them.

The two fingers penetrated her again, sliding inside her in one smooth thrust as Eve cried out, stilling against him as shudders raced through her body.

“Lift,” he ordered harshly.

She lifted against him, her knees braced on the padded edge of the bench as he used his free hand to maneuver his cock between them.

“More.” The sexual roughness of his voice had her fighting to breathe as she lifted further.

The flared crest of his cock pressed against the entrance to her vagina then, stretching it as another little slap landed on her rear and his fingers thrust inside her ass again.

The penetration, the pressure against her pussy had her bearing down, feeling the thick crest penetrate her muscles with a suddenness that had her head falling against his shoulder and a cry tearing from her throat.

“Brogan.” She sobbed, the demands her body was putting on her both confusing and frightening. “Fuck me now. Please. I can’t stand this.”

“Just a little more, baby.” He groaned, his fingers pulling back, working more of the natural lubrication inside her before penetrating her again. “Just a little more.”

She couldn’t wait just a little more.

His hand fell against her rear again and Eve lost her mind amid the shattering sensations tearing through her body.

The fact that he wasn’t wearing a condom registered only in the most distant part of her mind. The fact that his cock was inside her, working too slowly past the clenched muscles, wasn’t lost on her.

Lifting against him, feeling the flared crest of his cock throbbing inside her, Eve lowered herself against the impalement, forcing him deeper, harder.

His fingers pushed deeper into her rear, driving her to work her hips harder, to take more of him. His hand landed against her ass again in a firm little tap, almost a little slap, and sent a flare of such wicked heat racing through her system that nothing mattered but her desperation to reach her orgasm.

The dual penetrations were building a pleasure so hot, so wild inside her that Eve couldn’t bear the rising tension whipping through her. Her thighs clenched his, straddling them as she rode the fierce length of his cock with desperate movements.

She rose and fell, the heavy width stretching her pussy, stroking inside her as Brogan fucked her rear with his fingers and had her panting for air, fighting to scream out his name but unable to find the breath to do more than gasp.

Perspiration gathered on her body as the heat inside her begged for relief.