Trail Heat

The tent smelled of crushed grass, damp nylon, and her. Maya’s ponytail was still damp from the creek, a few stray strands stuck to her neck. I’d been watching her stretch for the last ten minutes, the way her tank top rode up, the curve of her lower back, the way she bit her lip when she pressed her palms into the ground. She caught me looking. She didn’t look away.

“You’re staring, Leo,” she said, a smile tugging at her mouth.

“You’re making it hard not to.”

She laughed, low and easy. “That’s the second time today you’ve said that. The first time was on the trail, and I nearly tripped.”

“And now we’re in a tent. No tripping hazards.”

She crawled over to me, the sleeping bag crinkling beneath her knees. She stopped inches from my face. Her hand landed on my thigh, fingers pressing into the muscle.

“You’ve been looking at me like that all week at the gym,” she said. “But out here, there’s no one watching. No cameras. No clients.”

“So?”

“So stop being polite.” She leaned in, her mouth brushing my ear. “Fuck me, Leo.”

The word hit me like a shot of whiskey. I grabbed her hips and pulled her onto my lap. She let out a soft gasp, then a moan as I kissed her neck, biting the skin just under her jaw. She smelled like sunscreen and sweat and something floral. Her hands found the hem of my shirt, tugging it up. I pulled it off in one motion, and she ran her palms over my chest, nails scraping lightly.

“God, you’re solid,” she whispered.

“You’re the one who made me this way.”

She grinned, wiggling in my lap. Her shorts were thin, and I could feel the heat of her through the fabric. I hooked my fingers under the waistband and pulled her shorts down, along with her panties, in one slick motion. She lifted her hips to help, and then she was bare on top of me, her thighs straddling mine.

“Look at you,” I murmured, sliding my hand between her legs. She was already wet, slick and hot. She gasped when my fingers found her clit.

“Don’t tease,” she said, breathless. “I’ve been thinking about this since the summit. I want you inside me.”

I didn’t need more encouragement. I unbuttoned my jeans, pushed them down just enough, and my cock sprang free, hard and aching. She reached down and wrapped her fingers around it, stroking slowly, spreading her wetness up the shaft. I groaned, my head falling back.

“Ready?” she asked.

I answered by gripping her hips and guiding her down. She sank onto me with a long, shuddering moan, her walls clenching around me. For a moment, we just stayed like that, her forehead against mine, both of us breathing hard.

“Fuck,” she whispered. “You feel even better than I imagined.”

“You imagined this?”

“Every night this week.”

I laughed, but it turned into a groan as she started to move. Slow at first, rocking her hips, grinding down deep. Her hands pressed flat against my chest for leverage. I watched her face, the way her eyes fluttered shut, the way her lips parted. She was beautiful like this, all her careful trainer composure gone, replaced by raw need.

“Faster,” I said.

She obeyed, lifting her hips and slamming back down. The sound of our bodies slapping together filled the tent. I reached up and grabbed her tits, squeezing through her tank top, and she moaned, arching her back.

“Harder, Leo. Please.”

I flipped her onto her back, the sleeping bag bunching under her. She let out a surprised laugh, then a gasp as I drove into her from a new angle. Her legs wrapped around my waist, heels digging into my ass, pulling me deeper. I set a brutal pace, every thrust hitting her deep, her head thrown back, her hands fisting the fabric beneath her.

「そう、そこよ」と彼女は息を切らせて言った。「止めないで。」

I didn’t. I leaned down and kissed her, swallowing her moans. She tasted like mint and sweat. Her hips met mine, matching my rhythm, and I could feel her getting closer, her body tightening around me.

“I’m gonna come,” she breathed against my mouth.

“Do it. Let go.”

She cried out, her body convulsing around me, her nails digging into my shoulders. The feeling pushed me over the edge, and I buried my face in her neck, groaning as I came inside her, deep and hard. We stayed like that for a long moment, our bodies tangled, our hearts pounding.

Finally, she laughed, a soft, breathy sound. “So much for a relaxing nature hike.”

“Best cardio I’ve had all week,” I said, rolling onto my back.

She propped herself up on her elbow, looking down at me with a lazy smile. “You’re going to be insufferable at the gym tomorrow.”

“Probably.” I reached up and tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. “But you’ll still show up.”

“I might,” she said, her hand sliding down my chest, lower. “If you promise we can do this again.”

I pulled her close, kissing her forehead. “Deal.”

Outside, the wind rustled the tent walls. Inside, her hand was already finding its way back down.

CATEGORIES: [Bachelor, Tent, Fitness, Outdoor fucking, Just the Two of Us]