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“No…someone will hear…” she whimpered, her orgasm ramping up, but the seed of the idea had been planted.

“No one will hear,” he snarled, his orgasm building. “We’re alone.”

“I can’t…”

He drove into her, watching her wind up, her face twisting in erotic agony. “Fight it,” he panted, the long minutes of exertion taking their toll.

“I’m going to come…”

“Fight it!”

Lindy pushed back against her orgasm, trying to not come, but it was overwhelming her. “I can’t!”

“Don’t you fucking come!” he snarled.

She didn’t know how to stop it, her climax pressing in all around her as she tried to hold against the rising tide of her orgasm. “Oh…
fuck!”
she wailed, long and loud, as her orgasm ripped through her control, crashing down upon her and making her quiver.

Treble released his control and allowed his own orgasm to flow, surrounding him in a warm wave of pleasure. He could have lasted longer, but he knew Lindy was going to be tired after fighting and then being overwhelmed by her orgasm. He slowed his hips to a slow and easy stroke, allowing her to enjoy the rapture.

She came out from under her climax with a gasp, sagging into Treble’s chest. Each time they made love, she came harder than the time before, and she didn’t know how she could come much harder than the orgasm just past. She lied panting for a moment, then found his lips.

“That was mean,” she whispered as they parted.

“What was?”

“Not letting me come. You made me scream, you asshole. I hope nobody heard.”

Treble chuckled. “Who would hear? There is nobody around.”

“Why didn’t you want me to come?” she asked softly as she laid her head back on his chest.

“How hard did you come?”

“Very.”

“That’s why. The longer you can hold against it, the harder you come.”

“I don’t know how.”

“It just takes practice.”

“Can you do that?”

“What? Delay my orgasm? Yes. For a while.”

“Mmmm…” Lindy cooed. “Sometime I want to see how long you can last.”

Treble smiled but said nothing. He wouldn’t mind finding that out himself.

“Did you mean what you said?” she asked softly, her head still resting on his chest.

“What?”

“That I was beautiful.”

“Yes. Every word. You are the most beautiful woman I have ever met.”

Lindy wiggled a bit, getting comfortable on his chest as sleep pulled at her. “Thank you for saying that.”

Treble smiled again. “Remember when I said I wasn’t a bullshit artist? I will never bullshit you, Lindy. It’s not my style.”

She nodded slowly, her eyes already getting heavy. “Thank you for bring me here.”

“You’re welcome,” he said softly, but she had already drifted away.

CHAPTER NINETEEN

Lindy struggled up out of sleep, the damp night air chilling her. They were still tangled on the blanket, her head on Treble’s chest. She lied still for several long moments and listened to his thudding heart.
Another item to check off my bucket list…making love under the stars on a mountaintop.
She sighed deeply, content at a very deep level. She wanted to continue to lie wrapped in Treble’s arms, but she had to pee, and, though it was still dark, she was afraid morning would arrive soon and they would be caught bare-ass naked on the blanket.

Treble jerked awake as Lindy moved, then relaxed. “What time is it?”

“I don’t know,” she replied as she found her pants and pulled out her phone. “A few minutes after one.”

“I guess we should go.”

“Yeah, but I have to pee first,” she said as she pulled on her pants.

“Come back to my place?”

She smiled. “If you want me to.”

Treble’s smile joined hers. “I do.”

“I expect another English Breakfast to make up for dinner.”

“You didn’t like dinner?” he teased.

“A cold sandwich and a beer? Let’s just say I’ve had better.” She paused as she finished pulling on her shirt then leaned in close to kiss him gently. “The location and after-dinner entertainment, however, were fantastic.”

He leaned in and took her lips again. “We still have some time,” he murmured as he pulled back from the gentle kiss.

“Mmmm…don’t tempt me,” she purred.

***

She ended up having to pee in the bushes because all the bathrooms were locked, but despite the sandwich and beer dinner, and having to squat and pee on the ground, she had enjoyed the evening immensely. The fantastic views and making love under the stars were something she would remember for the rest of her life.

As they rumbled south, back to Charlotte, she was snuggled in close to Treble’s back, her arms around his waist and her hands resting comfortably on the inside of his thighs. She had never felt like this about anyone before—the need to touch and be touched—but understood it was her sexual awakening that made her feel this way. Knowing why she felt the way she did in no way diminished the reality of it and she wondered how long the feeling would last.

By the time they arrived in Charlotte, she was feeling strung out and road weary. They inched through the dark campgrounds, the Harley barely above idle, Treble killing the bike and letting it coast down the hill to his RV.

“Aren’t you going to put it away?” she whispered as she stepped off the bike and stretched.

“Tomorrow. I don’t want to get thrown out for making too much noise. Besides, my ass is dragging. It’ll be fine until morning.”

She followed him into the RV and straight to the back. The bath was too small for them to share, so while she used the bath to make herself ready for bed, Treble undressed, then they changed places.

“I sat out a new toothbrush for you, if you want to use it,” he said as he exited the bathroom.

“Do I have bad breath?”

He chuckled. “Let me see,” he said as he leaned in for a kiss. “No, not too bad. But I hate having gunky teeth.”

“A man after my own heart,” she replied as she slipped past him to brush her teeth. It only took her a moment to complete her task and return to the bedroom.

Treble was already lying drowsily in the bed. He had stripped down to his underwear while she was in the bath the first time, so she had kept her panties and bra on, but now he was totally naked and sporting an impressive erection. She couldn’t help but smile as she removed her lacy bra and panties and crawled into the bed.

“Looks like somebody is ready to go,” she whispered as she draped herself across him.

He blinked at her slowly. “In this case, looks can be deceiving.”

“You don’t want me?” she asked, putting on a playfully exaggerated pout. Truth be told, she would rather sleep, but in the morning, he had better be ready.

He smiled, not taking the bait. “Always, but in the morning, after I’ve had some sleep.” He paused as he looked deep into her eyes. “Anticipation makes it all the sweeter.”

She held his gaze for a moment before looking away and putting her head on his shoulder.
Shit. How am I supposed to sleep now?

***

The sound of a shower pulled Lindy from a deep and dreamless sleep. She hadn’t even noticed when Treble got up. She pushed herself up from her stomach to look around blearily before rolling over to stretch, yawn, and scratch herself awake. She was beginning to get a little sore in her nether regions, but this was her last free day, and she wasn’t going to let a little soreness stop her from enjoying it. She had all next week to get over it.

She hopped out of bed and hurried the three steps to the bathroom before opening the shower door and pressing in with him. She had fingered herself to orgasm in a shower many times while fantasizing about being taken there, and she wasn’t about to miss the opportunity to find out what it would actually be like. The shower was tiny, much smaller than a normal shower, and it made for a tight squeeze with both of them in there, but that was no bad thing to her mind when it was with Treble.

“You can’t wait until I’m finished?” he asked, pulling his hands down from his head and wrapped his arms around her before pulling her in tight.

She smiled. He might talk big, but the feel of his thundering erection as he held her close told her he was thinking the same thing she was. “You want me to?”

He had only fucked one other woman in this shower and it had been a damned tight and unsatisfying experience, but Lindy was smaller, small enough that he could probably manhandle her enough to make it work.

His kiss answered her question and the opportunity to live out a fantasy made her blood rush. Feeling his engorged cock pressing into her stomach, the weight of his body against hers as he pressed her into the wall, the warm water streaming over them, and the unimaginably erotic kiss, sent her reeling. She broke the kiss, gasping for air, all thoughts of her soreness gone.
Sometimes I just want to fuck…
Bridget’s voice echoed in her head. Now she knew what her sister was talking about. “Fuck me, Treble,” she murmured, pulling his lips back to hers for another breath taking kiss. “I want you to fuck me.”

He crouched slightly and slid his hands under her ass, lifting her and sliding her up the slick plastic wall as she wrapped her arms around his neck. She struggled to get her legs around him, the wall behind him making it difficult, but she finally managed. He barely had room to move, and he had to lift her slightly higher to get his cock in position. As he lowered her, she released his neck with one arm and guided his hardness into her. As she settled over him, her soft groan of pleasure cut him like a knife. Kissing her with as much passion as he could, he slowly pulled back then drove in hard, the impact making her breasts ripple and dance. He couldn’t quite get a full stroke before hitting the back wall, but it was close and he drove into her again, then again, each stroke harder and faster than the one before.

She held tight to him as he pounded into her furiously, her eyes squinted tightly closed as she fought to not be overwhelmed with pleasure, the confines of the shower making their love-making even more intimate. With her back pressed hard against one wall and her legs touching the other, she couldn’t stop the fucking she had asked for and was unable to adjust her position. He was hitting her just right, and with no hope for escape, unable to move, her pleasure soared as they clung to each other, growling and snarling, lost in the passion of the moment. The tight confines of the shower, their tightly clenched bodies, Treble’s hard pounding strokes, and the fulfilling of a fantasy caused her orgasm to bloom then crash down on her with terrify power.

Her arms snapped down and slapped hard against the shower wall as she pressed her hips forward, her teeth bared in a feral snarl. She had him pinned against the wall but he was so close to coming that he strained against her, still trying to fuck her even as she thrashed, their brief struggle sending him over the edge into a brain-melting orgasm.

“Fuck…fuck…fuck…” she whimpered as her orgasm shredded her, causing her to twist and strain against Treble’s crushing embrace. She wanted to scream out her pleasure as she had on the mountain, but held it in, gritting her teeth as she burned in orgasmic fire.

He gasped in completion, sagging slightly as his orgasm washed out of him. “Jesus…
Christ!”
he breathed as another shudder passed over him, an aftershock of perhaps the most powerful orgasm of his life. He had no idea where that one came from, the power increasing a hundred fold in the last seconds while Lindy shook and thrashed in his arms.

Lindy relaxed. Every time she made love to Treble she thought the same thing, but this time she truly didn’t know how she could come any harder. She was spent and thankful to Treble for holding her up as she gasped and swallowed, lest she oozed into the floor and ran down the drain. She couldn’t understand what was happening to her and she clung to him, their foreheads softly touching, as she tried to come to terms with the feelings and sensations she couldn’t control.

They stood in the shower for many long moments, wedged in tight, holding each other tighter, as the water continued to pour over them. Slowly they began to move, as their lips found the other’s, their slow and gentle kisses a sharp contrast to their hard and fast fucking only minutes before.

“Are you okay?” he asked quietly, his head still pressed gently against hers. He had lost control of himself as his passion overtook him and had forgotten that only two days before she was a virgin.

“Yes…” she whispered.

He swallowed hard, not liking the weakness in her voice. “Did I hurt you?”

“No…” She tipped her head back, searching for and finding his lips again, her hand caressing the side of his face as they kissed.

As the water began to run cold, they disentangled themselves, saying nothing, neither wanting to break the mood that had overcome them. As they emerged from the cramped confines of the shower, he took his towel and gently dried her before drying himself. She waited at the door, stepping into his arms the moment he finished drying to kiss him softly. The fire that had burned within her all weekend, ever since he took her to his bed, was extinguished, her well finally filled.

They tumbled into bed and he wrapped around her, pulling her in tight and close, kissing her shoulder slowly as their fingers interlaced and her arms wrapped around his, each holding and being held, until they slipped into darkness.