Seducing Their Wayfaring Souls [3xtasy Lake 7] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) (13 page)

“I didn’t mean it like that.” She answered so quickly Lars doubted the truth behind her words.

“That’s a shame.” He’d parked his bike at the side of The Shack. “This might be the last day I can take her out and enjoy it.”

“I don’t have a helmet.” Tara’s eyes sparked with equal parts of concern and excitement.

Lars opened one of his saddlebags and pulled out an extra helmet. He had a child’s one in there, too, in case he had the chance to take Zack out. “Here, put this on. Lean into the curves when we turn a corner and relax.”

“Are you sure it’s safe?”

“If it had been raining in the past few days I’d say no. Wet leaves are slippery and dangerous, but the roads are completely dry. I’d never put you in any danger.”

He took her purse and secured it in the bag with Beatrice’s journal. He pulled his helmet out of the other bag as Tara did up the chin strap on her helmet. Catherine had given him an insulated picnic tote before they left the restaurant. He secured that in the empty saddlebag before helping Tara get on the bike. He pointed out the places for her to put her feet and where to avoid. Then he put on his helmet and straddled the bike.

He started the bike and revved the engine for a second. Tara scooted closer to him and wrapped her arms around his waist and it felt like a live electrical current lit his nerve endings up. She gripped him tighter as he slowly pulled away from the curb but relaxed after a couple of minutes. He liked the feel of her hands on his stomach and moved one hand to rest on her thigh. The sun was shining and he had a beautiful woman on the back of his bike heading out for a picnic. Life didn’t get much better than this. He had to wonder if Catherine saw more in his teacup than she let on and why she hadn’t told him.

Lars and Tara had hiked a ways into the forest but not too far from the road. This is what he loved about this area. They were only about twenty minutes outside of town and a ten-minute walk from the road, but it felt like they were in the middle of nowhere.

Tara glanced back over her shoulder at him. The sun made her hair look like a golden halo around her face. He briefly wondered what her hair would look like long and twisted around his fingers. She stood close to the cliff edge but not so close that he worried she might fall.

The view had fascinated Tara. She’d stood there for the last thirty minutes looking out over the beautiful stretch of trees and river in the gorge below her as they talked. He’d been more than happy to stand back and watch her. The view had distracted her and a couple of well-chosen questions had her chatting away about her dreams to him.

“You’re good at that.”

“Good at what?” he asked.

“Getting other people to talk.” She turned and walked back to where he was leaning back against a rock face. “You don’t talk much about yourself, do you?”

He shrugged his shoulders. “Not much to tell.”

“Now, that I find hard to believe.” Tara tilted her head slightly to the side, pushing her hands in the pockets of her pants. “You see, I’ve been watching you, too.”

“Really?” He liked this game. “What do you see?”

“I see a man who always seems to be in the shadows, like a wallflower.”

Lars grinned at her analogy. “Wallflower, huh?” He looked over his shoulder at the rock face he was leaning against. “You might have a point.”

“You don’t talk much, but I always know when you’re looking at me.” She glanced up at him from beneath her lashes. He knew this wasn’t some coy game. Tara didn’t have a manipulative bone in her body. He’d bet Beatrice’s journal she didn’t know what to do next.

If she isn’t certain, I have some ideas.
“How do you know that?”

Her cheeks flushed and he wondered if her pussy was the same shade as her cheeks. He wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her closer to him. “You blush and my cock gets hard,” he whispered into her ear.

She gripped the muscle running along the top of his shoulder when he pressed a kiss to the side of her neck. “I wanted to watch you and Cris earlier today.”

“See…wallflower.”

He grinned at the teasing tone to her voice. “Does your pussy tingle when I watch you, Tara? Are you wet for me now?”

A soft whimper vibrated in her throat and Lars ran his lips along the front of her neck. He wrapped his hands around her ass. Pressing a leg between hers, he dragged her up his thigh. “I’ll take that as a yes.”

She gasped, a high, delicate sound that made his balls ache. All he could think about was sinking himself into her and fucking her till she screamed out over the trees.

“You don’t think I’m…I’d do this with anyone?” she asked.

“Never.” Lars wrapped his hands around her waist and lifted her up, pressing the ridge of his cock against her pussy. He could feel the heat coming off her through the thin material of her pants and almost came from how pleasurable her weight felt against him. “You and Cris have a special bond, as is ours.”

“Ours?”

“Yes, ours.” Cupping the cheeks of her ass, he rode the seam of her pants. He rubbed the ridge of his cock against the thin cotton covering her pussy, tilting her hips so the majority of the friction centered on her clit. She panted, gripped his shoulders, and dug the heels of her sneakers into his ass. Her presence sank into his soul, deeper and deeper the more time they spent together, making him her slave.

“Please, Lars.” Her forehead rested on his chest, her fingers gripped tightly to his shoulders.

“Tell me.”

Her cheeks flushed a deeper colour and she hid her face buried in his neck, mumbling against his skin. He understood her muffled words but wanted to hear them, watch her mouth as she demanded what she needed.

“Tara, look at me and tell me.”

She peeked up at him and he rocked his length against her, sending a wave of throbbing pleasure along his cock. Much more of this and he was going to come in his pants like some inexperienced kid.

“I need you.” Her voice was as soft as the breeze.

“Need me how?”

“I want you to fuck me.”

Lars reached in front of her and undid the button and zipper on the front of her pants. Adjusting their position and keeping his gaze locked with hers, he reached in and stroked the soft, downy tufts that hid her clit from view.

“So soft and wet. I can feel your cream soaking my fingers.”

The flush moved down her cheeks, staining her neck with colour as she rolled her hips against his cock.
So she likes to listen?
That was going to pose a challenge. Lars wasn’t a big talker to begin with, but if that was what she needed, he would do anything for her.

“When I take these off of you, I’m going to turn you around and make you brace your hands against the wall.”

“Why?”

“Because, your ass will be up in the air, exposing your pretty pussy. I can kneel behind you and lick you to my heart’s content.” She shivered and her nipples poked out against the soft cotton of her T-shirt.
She likes that, too
. He made a mental note not to forget.

“But what if someone comes by?”

Who’s going to see us out here?
He didn’t want to take away from any nervous tension she felt by confessing. His focus was on her and her pleasure. So instead of answering, he placed her feet on the ground and then knelt in front of her.

“What are you doing?” she whispered, tugging on his braid.

Lars ignored her anxious whisper and lifted up her T-shirt and pressed a kiss to her tummy. The muscles contracted and she gasped. Her skin was a soft as silk under his lips. Nuzzling her, he could smell her arousal, a tangy, musky scent that was all hers. It made his mouth water for a taste. He lowered to his knees in front of her, dropped her shirt, and tugged on her pants, pulling them over her hips, carefully taking her panties with them.

“Lars, what are you doing?” Her whisper took on a slightly frantic edge as she looked around them, still gripping his braid in her hand.

He thought it was obvious and didn’t need any explanation. She’d catch up in a second. Wrapping a hand around one of her slim ankles, his lifted her leg and pulled her free of her clothes. The soft curls covering her pussy tickled the backs of his fingers as he teased her, and when he pressed one finger along the slit, her silky cream coated his skin. She moaned low in her throat at his touch and his cock throbbed painfully. The urge to lift her up and impale her pounded at his senses and thoughts. She would feel so tight around him, gripping his length.

He turned and lifted her up so she stood on a rocky ledge, running his hands up the inside of her legs, encouraging her to spread them. “Press your hands against the wall, Tara.” At this height, her pussy was above his face. When he stood back up, he knew she would be the perfect height to slip his cock into her.

The urge to drive into her increased, but he batted it back. Despite the lusty urge to devour her, he wanted to take his time. Tara bent over, and it tilted her pelvis perfectly, bringing her blushing pink pussy into view. She proved to be very ticklish, giggling and squirming as he trailed his fingers up her legs and squeezed the round globes of her ass. She gasped and leaned back into his hands.

Lars pulled her cheeks apart and groaned at the beautiful sight of her moist, shining cunt and pretty rosebud above it. Tara moaned softly and he watched her leg muscles tense up as she tried to pull away from him. He quickly darted a look around and ascertained no one had come upon them, so that left one other reason for her sudden nervousness.

“Feeling exposed?” He blew a stream of air at the tight rosebud, watching it clench together. Droplets of moisture gathered at the seam of her pussy. She wasn’t that opposed to what he was doing.

“Yes.” She lifted up onto her tiptoes.

“I’ll take you there, Tara.” He blew a stream of air against her wet pussy and watched as a droplet escaped and tracked down her leg. Lars caught it was his tongue and followed the tangy path up to her cunt.

Her legs quivered under his tongue and he took a breath, fighting the urge to end this too early. He flicked his tongue along the seam of her pussy, loving the soft cries she made. Tara wasn’t a quiet lover and he liked that. He wanted to hear her voice, making demands and begging for release.

“Cris and I will trap you between us and sink our cocks into your body.” Her pussy clenched and he felt her quiver under his teasing strokes. “Tell me.”

Tara pushed her pussy back toward his face, but he gripped her hips, anchoring her in place. “Say it.”

“Please touch me, Lars.”

He loved the sound of his name when she was on the verge of an orgasm. Another mental note and he tapped her rosebud with his finger. “How?”

“Your tongue. Lick me.” Her words were so soft he wasn’t entirely certain he heard her correctly. Every time he tapped her rosebud, her body twitched and she gasped. That she wasn’t pulling away thrilled him and he looked forward to introducing her to more than she’d experienced. Her reaction to his touch warned him she wasn’t used to anal play. That was something he looked forward to.

“I can’t hear you.” Making lazy little circles with his middle finger around her anus, he traced the seam of her pussy with his thumb.

“My pussy.” She managed a louder response this time, but her body was quivering.

Some of Lars’s hair had escaped his braid. A breeze puffed it up over her lower back, and her body arched as it slid off the side of her hip.
Interesting.
Her sensuality was an instinctive response since he was sure she had no idea how well she reacted to physical touch. He adjusted his hold on her ass and ran his tongue along the moisture-laden crease of her pussy, delving into the seam to gather the pungent taste of her.

“Ohh.” Tara’s voice echoed off the wall in front of her.

She tasted like the sweetest mead on his tongue, and before she could draw a breath he delved in for another taste. This time he opened her pussy lips with his thumbs, exposing her dewy, flushed pussy. His brain filled with Danish phrases he hadn’t used in a century. Out here in the forest he felt as though he’d stepped back in time, back when claiming a woman outdoors was as natural as breathing.

“
Min blomst
.” He swirled his tongue around the entrance to her pussy and then down to where her clit poked out from beneath its protective hood.

Tara cried out again, spurring him on. He kept one finger on her rosebud, teasing her as he continued to lap at her pussy, pausing to nip at the soft skin of her inner thighs. She shivered under his ministrations. He pressed his tongue into her channel and felt her begin to flutter. She cried out again, this time in frustration when he leaned away from her.

“Not like this.” When she experienced her first orgasm under his hands, he wanted her facing him. Traditions, centuries older than him, emerged from his buried memories. The other half of his soul deserved more respect than a fast fucking against a rock face.

He quickly divested himself of his clothes and turned her around. He backed up to a softer spot of ground and kneeled back down in front of her. Her cheeks looked flushed and another cool breeze lifted his hair, curling it around her legs as he urged her closer. The only reaction to the cooler weather he noticed was her nipples tightening into delicious buds and a shiver ran along her body. “Come closer,” he murmured, wrapping his arms around her hips as he pulled her in.