Rascal (Rascals Book 1)(60)

“Why don’t I show you my extra-large sleeping bag?” I gave her a leer and she laughed.

“Please do.”

I grabbed her hand and practically dragged her towards my tent. Her hands were on me before I could finish zipping up the tent. Even though I knew the guys had given us a wide berth, I still didn’t need an audience of woodland creatures while I was aiming for some privacy with the woman I loved.

My camping setup was simple. Basic. But I wasn’t such a hardcore camper that I didn’t enjoy a sleeping bag with an air mattress set up underneath. I could tell that Alex appreciated that as she flopped down on the bed, her plaid shirt unbuttoned to her navel.

It was then that I realized she wasn’t wearing a bra. I nearly swallowed my tongue.

I dropped to my knees on the ground in front of her, my hands on her knees.

“Alex?” I asked as she pulled off my shirt, my hands slipping up her legs to the snap of her jeans.

“Mmmhmm?” She gave me an innocent look.

“Are you wearing any panties?” I wanted to know.

She wiggled her eyebrows at me. “There’s only one way to find out.”

I was more than eager to do just that. Wrapping my hand around the back of her neck, I pulled her lips to mine, kissing her hard. We had been apart for less than two weeks, but it felt like I hadn’t touched her, hadn’t kissed her, hadn’t been with her, in ages. I was desperate for her touch—starving for her taste.

She responded eagerly, her hands in my hair as her tongue swept into my mouth. I angled her head so I could deepen the kiss even more, my entire body on fire, burning up for her. I kissed her, thrusting my tongue against hers, but I needed more.

Sliding my hands down, I made quick work of the last few buttons on her plaid shirt, but taking the sides of the shirt and ripping it open. Alex practically purred as I did this, wrapping her legs around me and pulling me closer. I parted her shirt, my fingers finally touching her smooth-as-silk skin.

“You’re so soft,” I murmured against her lips. Because she was. She was soft everywhere that I was hard. And I was very, very hard.

I was still on my knees in front of her, but the air mattress and sleeping bag were so low to the ground that our bodies were nicely lined up. Urging her back, I covered my body with hers, my bare chest pressed against hers, my cock nudging against her center.

She moaned as I leaned against her, rocking into her. Around my hips, her legs tightened, pulling me flush against her. I quickly got rid of her shirt and slid my fingers down her stomach, heading for the zipper on her jeans. It was time to find out what she was wearing under that snug denim.

I dragged the zipper down, the sound echoing in the silence of the camp, and Alex lifted her hips to help me remove her jeans. It was dark, but I could tell immediately that she hadn’t been lying. She was completely bare underneath her clothes. Not just a lack of underwear, but the arrow that had been waxed onto her body previously was now gone as well.

“Holy. Shit,” I managed to choke out, dragging my fingers against her smooth, wet entrance.

“That feels good,” she moaned, her legs falling open.

“It really fucking does,” I told her, in complete agreement.

Unable to help myself, I slipped my hands under her bare ass and lifted her hips up to my mouth. I slid my tongue along her seam, tasting the sweetness there. Alex’s hands found a handhold in my hair and held on tight as I licked her. Tasted her. Teased her.

She tasted like pure heaven, and I took my time savoring her, drawing my tongue along her and teasing her clit. She was panting as I thrust my tongue deep inside of her, my hands holding her knees open, giving me full access to perfection.

While I licked and sucked and nibbled, one hand began sliding up the inside of her thigh, desperate to join in the fun. While she squirmed and moaned above me, I added a finger to the mix, sliding it deep inside of her. Then, when I sensed that she was on the edge, I added another one.

I felt her explode beneath my hands. Her hips arched off the air mattress as she came, her body shaking as cries of pleasure fell from her lips. I didn’t stop licking and caressing her until she returned to earth, her hands dropping limply from my hair as she struggled to catch her breath.

“Oh my God,” she managed, lifting her head off of the sleeping bag, her eyes searching for mine. When she found them, she gave me a wicked grin. “We’re not done yet.” She crooked her finger at me. “Come here.”

I began to climb up her body, but just as I covered her and her hand was reaching for my zipper, I realized that I had not prepared for this moment. I paused her hand.

“I don’t have a condom,” I told her regretfully.

Her smile didn’t waver.

“Check my jeans,” she ordered.

There were enough condoms to keep us going for several nights. Or one very long night. Before I could do anything with them, however, Alex had snatched the foil packets from my hand.

“Allow me,” she told me, helping me out of my jeans.

Once we were both naked, she took me in her hand, the soft touch of her palm, almost enough to make me come right there. She stroked me once, twice, and was about to continue when I stilled her hand.

“You keep that up, I’m not going to last very long,” I warned her. “And I want to be inside of you.”

“I want that too,” she murmured, and with that same soft, hot hand, covered me in latex.