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Authors: Mackenzie McKade

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Without a second thought, his palms caressed her abdomen, moving across her breasts as he pulled her shirt over her head. The effect of the moonlight on her ivory globes was sexy as hell. He gazed at her thin suntan lines. Bikini. A very small bikini.

She stood quietly beneath his perusal. Her gaze was wide, wild, a hunger he had never seen before.

“Zoë, you’re beautiful.” He reached for her, wanting to feel her hard nipples slide across his chest. She went willingly into his arms. He moved her body back and forth, her softness against his hardness. “Mmmm…I waited forever to do that.”

His palms slipped into the curve of her waist as he reached for the button on her waistband. He heard and felt her suck in a breath as the zipper made a hissing sound when he pulled it down. The palms of his hands slid across her hips, over her firm ass.

He stopped for a moment, feeling its roundness. Knowing he had to be dreaming.

“No panties.” A smile creased his mouth. “I like that,” he hummed in her ear.

“Touch me, Drew.” Her voice quivered.

“I will, baby. I’m trying not to go too fast. Trying to be gentle.”

“Don’t. I can’t wait.” She stepped away from him and pushed her shorts down around her hips, her knees. Kicking her tennis shoes off before she shimmied out of her shorts, one foot at a time.

Drew couldn’t believe it. Zoë stood bare-assed beneath the moon. He stepped out of his sandals. He couldn’t wait any longer.

“Fuck me, Drew.” She held her arms out.

He had never had so much trouble with a damn button like he did when he tried to undo his cutoffs. All thumbs, he shook. It felt like forever before he was as naked as she. Sand squeezed between his toes as he went to her.

When their bodies touched it was an explosion of sensations. Her hands were everywhere. He couldn’t get close enough, couldn’t touch her fast enough and couldn’t kiss her deep enough to quench his thirst. He loved the way she pulled his tongue into her mouth and sucked on it. Just the thought of her sweet lips around his dick, taking him deep, made him tighten his ass cheeks, praying not to lose control before he satisfied her—took her to heaven.

With a finger he traced the crevice of her ass and around the puckered skin of her anus. The tight spot flexed and he wondered if she had ever been touched, fucked, in that forbidden zone. At the thought, blood filled his scrotum, pulling his balls tight against the base of his pulsing erection.

“Baby, I need to taste you.” He was already guiding her backward toward the quad.

The sound of a rail roared. Headlights bouncing as it hit one dip and then another. But the riders didn’t stop, didn’t see the two naked lovers beneath the stars.

Drew pushed the helmets off the bike seat, before he picked Zoë up and sat her sideways on the seat of the quad.

“Spread your legs for me,” he demanded as her hands rested on the seat. Slowly, achingly slow, she began to part them. Another growl erupted in his throat. “Open them wide, so I can see what I’ve been missing.”

“Drew…” His name was a whimper on her trembling lips as she spread her thighs.

His cock ached, angry and hard, needing to sink into the softness before him. But he had to taste her essence. “Are you wet for me, Zoë?”

She cried out at his words, her head lolling back. Her breasts were lovely pushed forward. Even in the moonlight he could see her swollen folds moist with arousal.

Damn. She looked like she was on the verge of climax and he hadn’t even touched her.

Her breathing was short, quick inhales. “Please. I can’t wait.” One of her feet wedged on a front tire, the other on a back tire of the bike, making her vulnerable to his desire. Exactly the way he wanted her.

“How wet are you, baby?” He bent between her thighs and blew a long stream of warm air against her pussy.

She nearly came off the seat. Her entire body shook wildly. “Wet. Oh. God. W-wet.”

“So pretty. Mmmm…” He could smell her arousal. The sweet scent of woman.

His woman.

“Drew. Touch me.” Her voice was husky with anticipation, or was it desperation? Her firm ass squirmed against the seat, as if she sought to ease the ache between her thighs.

This was too exciting. He had never had a woman climax by the sound of his voice. Could he make her scream without even touching her?

“I’m going to touch you and so much more.” He blew once more on her swollen folds. Again she raised her hips from the seat. “I’ll trace the soft lips of your pussy with my tongue.”

Her eyes closed. Her facial features contorted, twisted as if in pain. “Drew.” His name came out on a cry. As her tongue slid across her bottom lip, she opened her eyes and looked at him. They glistened with unshed tears.

“Would you like me to part your folds, taste the honey hidden between them, baby?”

Zoë moaned and the deep release turned him on. She thrust her hips, trying to make contact with his mouth a whisper away.

“Yes. Please,” she begged.

Her need was making him impossibly harder. His balls wedged between his legs were tender, so tender he widened his feet to ease the discomfort. They were both longing for that moment their bodies came together, but he couldn’t turn back now.

“Is your clit sensitive?” In the darkness he couldn’t see it. But he knew it would be full, erect, waiting for him. “If I flicked my tongue over it, wrapped my lips around it, would you scream out my name?”

The mention of the sensitive organ made her come undone.

“Drew.” His name was a deep, throaty groan as her body tensed. She writhed as her orgasm washed over her. “Oh…God.” Her lips formed the prettiest little “O”. She pushed her legs together, squirming on the bike’s seat.

Zoë was gorgeous in the throes of passion. One by one, her muscles and tendons melted in a heap upon the leather.

 

That had never happened before. Climaxing without any manipulation was a first for Zoë and it was incredible. Her body hummed with sensations. Drew had awakened every nerve ending, bringing them to the surface so that just the brush of his breath and his deep voice had been the catalyst to a fantastic orgasm.

Or had it simply been her need for him? He didn’t even have to touch her to make her hot and ready. Even now her body was reheating with thoughts of him actually going down on her. His tongue stroking, wrapping around her swollen clit.

He stood in front of her, his magnificent erection jutting out before him. The moon behind him shadowed his physique, made him appear ethereal. His fingers were clenched into a fist. She couldn’t tell whether she had pleased or upset him.

“Did I tell you to close your legs, Zoë?” His tone was grating, almost hoarse. “Open them.”

Excitement raced through her with his demand. Still, she took her time to reposition her legs, spreading herself for him. Through feathered lashes she stared up at him.

His nostrils flared.

Her softened nipples drew tight into peaks once more.

For the first time in a long time she felt pride bubble up inside her. She gave him that erection. He wanted her. It might not be forever, but at least for tonight, maybe the entire weekend.

“I should punish you for coming without me.”

A smile crept across her face. “Will you spank me?” The thought released a flood of anticipation, wetting her thighs.

A rumble rose from his chest. God, she loved it when he growled. With a finger beneath her chin, he asked, “Would you like me to spank you, Zoë?” His shoulders rose and fell. His breathing elevated.

There was no hesitation in her answer. Not yes, but hell yes. “Yes.” Tie her up, flog and whip and, indeed, spank her. Zoë wasn’t new to that type of play, besides, she’d take whatever Drew was willing to give her. Another release of arousal dampened her pussy.

He swallowed, hard. “Stand up.” He took a step back to give her room to do as he requested. When she did, he said, “Face the quad.”

Her heart raced as she turned her back on Drew. What was he thinking? Her lashes brushed her cheeks. She couldn’t believe they were standing in the middle of a desert naked. Any minute someone could come upon them. Darn if the thought didn’t make her wetter.

The heat of Drew’s body almost burned as he pressed against her. His cock slid between her legs, rubbing against her moist folds. She leaned back, loving the feel of his skin on hers. His arms came around her body, his palms cupped her breasts. She felt like putty in his hands, melting at his touch. She glanced down at his large hands encompassing her. This was what she’d been missing.

His hips moved slowly, working his erection back and forth between her thighs. Teasing and pleasing but not entering her. The roughness in his tone was gone when he whispered, “You were amazing.” He paused briefly before continuing, “Do you have any idea how beautiful you are when you come?” He ground his hips to her ass. “I almost came with you.”

His hands smoothed down her rib cage, abdomen, until he dipped a finger into her sex. “Man, baby, you’re wet. Thick, rich cream. Are you always this wet, or is this just for me?”

“You, Drew. Only you.” She meant every word. It had always been just for him.

“Mmm…” She felt his murmur against her back. “Lean forward. Rest your forearms on the seat of the quad.” When she bent, grasping the seat before dipping farther to place her forearms flat, he said, “Spread your legs. Wide.”

It was one thing baring herself and being able to see what Drew was doing, but having him behind her brought the unknown into play. She couldn’t read his expressions, look into his eyes. The position felt more vulnerable—more exciting.

“You really have a beautiful ass, baby.” A gentle touch caressed her globes and then vanished. The next sensation appeared at her ankles. Strong fingers wrapped around them, dragging her legs farther apart, splaying her wider. A slow caress up her inner legs followed. “Long, sexy legs.” His deep, throaty voice triggered a million goose bumps to scamper across her skin. Her nipples firmed into painful points.

He was doing it again, stoking the flame inside her with just words. But this time his sinful touch moved up her thighs, closer to her center of heat.

“Drew, please.” What was it about this man that stripped her of her strength, left her begging?

“What, Zoë? What do you need?”

“You.” The answer came out before she knew what she was saying. Dammit. She had to find some strength, something to hold on to. She felt like she was drowning. Helpless when it came to Drew.

“Only me?”

She braced herself. Swore she wouldn’t answer. But, yes, only him.

A shriek of surprise met his hand landing playfully against her ass. The next swat was firmer, sending fire and a warm sensation straight for her pussy. It felt so good.

“Only me?” he repeated, softly caressing the hot areas he had spanked. A few more slaps landed hard against her skin before he ran his fingernails across the offended areas, shooting pinpricks through her skin.

“Only you,” Zoë screamed, gulping down a breath of air. “Now fuck me.” She didn’t have to ask again. In one swift move he parted her folds and drove deep inside her. “OhmyGod.” The three words came out as one in a gush of air.

He was long and thick, stretching and filling her so completely. Fingertips burrowed into her hips as he held them immobile. She felt him tremble. His breathing was short, quick pants. He fucked her fast, hard and relentlessly. Flesh slapped flesh. The sound and the intensity with which their bodies came together made her wild. She threw back her head, her mouth parting on a cry.

A tingle and building pressure that suddenly drew tight low in her belly made her breath catch. The feeling was so exquisite. Beyond anything she had imagined.

“So slick. Wet. Friggin’ tight.” Drew’s voice was breathy. He pressed a palm to her abdomen. “Damn, woman, I can feel myself moving in you from the outside. You feel so good.” His pace quickened, hips slamming into hers, forcing his cock in and out with a heated frenzy. “Come for me, Zoë.” His palm smoothed down her belly, one finger touched her clit and she went off like a Roman candle.

Her back arched. She screamed. The cry couldn’t be contained if she had wanted it to. One after another, currents of ecstasy raced through her body, awakening every nerve. Blood pumped wildly through the chambers of her heart. Spasms struck unmercifully, causing her to jerk in his arms as he continued to thrust, wringing every sensation from her body. One last push into her and he stilled. A grunt and a deep groan filled the air. She felt a tremor shake him. Again he gripped her hips tightly, as if he thought she might try to get away, while his cock jerked, pumping the last of his seed.

With a small jolt he collapsed over her back. Her own legs felt like rubber. She locked her knees to avoid falling.

“Sonofabitch.” He released a heavy breath. “I never dreamed it would be this good.”

So much for her theory regarding fantasies being better than the real thing. Fucking Drew had surpassed what she had remembered or dreamed of these past years.

 

An engine roared as a Rhino tore over the hill. Their headlights danced up and down. Drew jerked Zoë around and behind his back as the sand car topped the hill. At one point they were bathed in light. His gaze darted around, looking for his shorts, which were nowhere to be found. He cupped his dick as the idiots grew closer.

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