Reese raised his arms so she could jerk the shirt over his head, but it was too tight and not moving nearly fast enough for her liking. The sound of fabric tearing made her pause for a moment, breaking the kiss as she stared down at the jagged hole she’d torn through the collar of his shirt. Then she ripped that tear, suddenly aroused by the thought of tearing the shirt off this man, and the fabric came apart in her hands.
He groaned, reaching for her ponytail, and pulled her hair free. “You ripping all my clothes off, sexy?”
“Hush, Reese,” she told him, shoving the fabric of the destroyed shirt aside. “No talking.” She slid her hands over the flat planes of his stomach, admiring the way his muscles felt under her fingers. God, that was good. His ni**les were flat and hard, and when her exploring fingertips scraped over them, he hissed in response.
So she leaned in and bit one.
He made a surprised sound, and then his hands went to her hair, holding her head against him, as if he wanted her to bite him again. So she did, taking the hard little nub of his nipple between her teeth and giving it a small, sharp bite, then flicking away the pain with her teeth. All the while, her hands went to his sleep pants and she jerked at the knot holding them there. It came free and she slammed his pants down his thighs, freeing his cock.
No underwear, again. She wondered if Reese even wore the things. Then she decided she didn’t care.
She pressed a kiss on his abdomen, her mouth urgent, and then slid the pants all the way down his legs. “Lie down,” she commanded him.
He did so without a word of protest, moving onto the blanket. She tugged at her own pajama pants, frantic with the need to get them off, and as she stripped them from her legs and divested herself of her panties, she heard the crinkle of a condom. She turned to look at him, and he patted the blanket next to him. As if she was going to lie next to him and let him take over.
Fat chance. She was still burning with an angry mix of rage and desire, and that meant that she was taking control. Ignoring the rest of her clothing, she moved, her bottom half bare, to the blankets and shoved at his shoulder until he lay on his back. Then, she straddled him and lay on his stomach, enjoying the way his eyes widened in the darkness.
“You going to ride me, firecracker?” His voice was a husky, pleased whisper.
Audrey didn’t answer him. She simply rolled her hips against his belly and enjoyed his muffled sound of pleasure. His hands went to her bare thighs, holding her against him. She leaned in and gave him another punishing kiss, this one all furious lips and pent-up desire, and when they were both panting with need, she raised her hips, grasped his cock, and guided him inside her, lowering until she was seated on his length.
And then she gave a small sigh of pleasure at that.
“Ah, f**k, Audrey. Damn, you feel good.” His hands clenched on her thighs. “I think I like it when you get all bossy and pissed.”
He wanted to see bossy and pissed, did he? She let her nails scrape over one of his ni**les again, and then she bucked her hips, just a little. The resulting sensation that rippled through her nearly drove her mad, though. He was so big, so full inside her that it hit all of her nerve endings just right, soothing the ache that had made her crazed with need all day. That itch needed to be scratched, and it needed it right now.
So she began to rock, adjusting a little here and there to find a rhythm. It was surprisingly easy to find one despite the fact that she was almost never the one on top when she had sex. She was normally too self-conscious of her large br**sts and how they jiggled. But they weren’t bare right now and she was too fired up to even care, so she began to bounce on top of him, her hips rising and slamming back down on the full length of him. He responded, flicking his hips up with quick, short thrusts to match her movements and to give them more power.
Soon enough, they were driving against each other, each thrust progressively rougher and wilder. A low ache began to burn inside her with each wild thrust, and she recognized it as her oncoming orgasm. It was an elusive, flighty thing without oral, though, so she closed her eyes, braced her hands on his chest, and concentrated her movements on making it happen. She was barely aware of him, lost in the chase of her own pleasure as she rode him, the roughness exciting her body and making her become even more wild, more abandoned on top of him. Each body-rocking slam brought her that much closer.
And then it was there, blossoming through her body and making her clench. She cried out in surprise at just how good it felt, her pu**y spasming with the sheer pleasure, her thighs locking. She lost her rhythm, but it didn’t matter. Reese had her, and his movements underneath her took on a furious edge. He pounded into her, grunting with every hard, bracing thrust as she lost herself in the spiral of her orgasm.
Then he cussed, his body stiffening against hers, and she realized he was coming, too. His hips jerked one more time, and she felt the tremor that rolled through him.
And she collapsed on his chest, breathing hard and utterly pleased with herself.
She’d just used a man. And it was awesome.
***
Well, damn. That had worked out better than he’d hoped.
Reese ran a hand along the back of the woman collapsed on top of him and tried not to smile. Audrey was naked from the waist down, her pants discarded somewhere in the bushes nearby. She straddled him, laying over his chest, and still wore the zipped hoodie and shirt she’d started with.
She’d been in such a rush to climb on top of him that she hadn’t realized she was still half-dressed. Either that, or she simply hadn’t cared. Either one was a turn on.
He’d realized, when Audrey had been jumpy earlier, that she was having second thoughts. Lots of second thoughts. And that was disappointing to him. He’d been watching her all day as she cleaned the cabin from top to bottom, keeping busy. The seductive, wild Audrey he loved to coax out to play had disappeared entirely behind industrious, do-gooder Audrey, and that drove him batty.
Though he had to admit, the sight of that tight little bun she wore was starting to be a turn on for him. Maybe it was because he knew that underneath that perfect, no-nonsense exterior, she was a demon waiting to be unleashed.
He’d wanted that demon crawling all over him tonight, too. But when she’d been hesitant and snippy, he figured he had one chance to make her forget all about what was bothering her.
So he’d irritated her.
It had worked, too. She’d more or less pounced on him with bruising kisses and then torn the shirt right off his back. She’d commanded him to lay down, straddled him, and then rode him with an intense look on her face that told him that it was all about her in that moment, not him.