The Last Drop

The tent flap hadn't even been zipped shut before Lena was on her knees, and I knew it wasn't just the whiskey talking. The air inside smelled of rain-soaked nylon and crushed grass, and her eyes had that wild, glassy look I'd seen a hundred times behind my bar—but never aimed at me like this.

"Marco," she breathed, her fingers already working the button on my jeans. "That shot you gave me. What was in it?"

I caught her wrist, gently. "Just something I brew myself. Herbal. Called it 'Midnight Bloom.'"

"Bullshit." She laughed, a low, throaty sound. "I've never felt like this. My skin's on fire."

She wasn't wrong. I'd watched her down three of them at the bar before we'd stumbled into my truck, headed for the trailhead. She was a tourist, a guest at the lodge where I worked, and I'd had about an hour of conversation with her before I'd slipped the fourth shot across the counter with a wink.

"Told you," I said, pulling her up to her knees. "It's a special blend."

Lena didn't wait for more explanation. She yanked my jeans down to my thighs and took me in her mouth before I could finish the sentence. Her tongue was wet and hot, and she moaned around my cock like she was tasting something she'd been craving for years. I fisted a hand in her dark hair, not hard, just grounding myself, and she looked up at me with those pupils blown wide.

"Fuck, Marco," she gasped, pulling off just long enough to breathe. "I want you inside me. Now."

The sleeping bag crinkled under her back as I laid her down. She was wearing a flannel shirt over a tank top, and I made a show of unbuttoning it slowly, one button at a time, watching her chest rise and fall faster with each pop of the plastic. When I got to the last one, I pushed the fabric aside and ran my thumb over her nipple through the thin cotton.

She arched into my hand. "Don't tease."

"Where's the fun in rushing?"

But my own hands were shaking. I peeled the tank top over her head, then her bra, and she was bare to the waist, her skin slick with a fine sheen of sweat. I dipped my head and took her nipple in my mouth, biting down just hard enough to make her gasp, and she dug her nails into my shoulders.

"Marco, please."

I slid my hand down her stomach, under the waistband of her hiking shorts. She wasn't wearing underwear. Her pussy was already soaked, and when I slipped two fingers inside her, she cried out, a sharp, desperate sound.

"That's it," I murmured against her neck. "Let it out."

She was so wet I could hear it, the slick sound of my fingers moving in and out of her. I circled her clit with my thumb and she bucked against my hand, her hips moving in ragged, uncoordinated circles.

"I'm close," she whimpered. "Already. Fuck."

"Not yet." I pulled my hand away and she whined, a sound that went straight to my dick. "I want to feel you come on my cock."

I shoved her shorts down her legs and positioned myself between her thighs. The head of my cock nudged against her entrance, and she grabbed my ass with both hands, pulling me forward.

"Do it," she said. "Now."

I pushed inside her in one slow, thick stroke. She was tight, so fucking tight, and she wrapped her legs around my waist, heels digging into my lower back. For a second, neither of us moved. Just breathing, just the feel of her heat clenching around me.

Then she said, "Move. Don't you dare stop."

I didn't. I fucked her hard, the tent pole groaning above us, the sleeping bag bunching up under her ass. Her tits bounced with every thrust, and I reached down and squeezed one, pinching her nipple, and she moaned something that might have been my name.

"Harder," she demanded.

I flipped her onto her stomach, pulled her hips up, and drove into her from behind. She buried her face in the sleeping bag and screamed into it, muffled and raw. I slapped her ass, just once, and she pushed back against me, taking me deeper.

"God, yes. Right there."

I could feel my own orgasm building, a hot coil at the base of my spine, but I wanted her to come first. I reached around and found her clit, rubbing fast circles while I fucked her, and it took maybe ten seconds before she shattered.

She came with a strangled cry, her whole body convulsing around me, and that was it. I buried myself as deep as I could and came inside her, hot and pulsing, my forehead pressed against her sweaty back.

For a long moment, the only sound was the rain starting to patter against the tent. She collapsed onto her stomach, and I pulled out slowly, collapsing beside her.

"Holy shit," she whispered, rolling onto her side to look at me. Her face was flushed, her hair a mess. "What was in that drink?"

I grinned. "Trade secret."

She laughed, a real laugh, bright and light. "You're going to have to make me another one tomorrow."

"I might have to."

"Good." She poked my chest. "But next time, I'm mixing it myself. I want to know what I'm getting into."

I wrapped an arm around her, pulling her close. "Deal."

The rain picked up, drumming on the nylon like a hundred tiny fingers, and we lay there, tangled and slick, her head on my chest. I could feel her heartbeat slowing, matching mine.

"Marco?"

"Yeah?"

"That was the best hike I've ever been on."

I laughed, and she laughed with me, the sound filling the tiny tent like warmth.

CATEGORIES: [Aphrodisiac, In the Woods, Tent, Bartender, Just the Two of Us]