“I’ll get it,” I say, as Grinder picks up two bags and Bats tackles the drinks pile.
A few hours later, we’re sitting around a propane fireplace the owner dragged out, surrounded by a few dozen hikers who meandered in throughout the afternoon, delighted to wish Nova a happy birthday and enjoy free beer and hot dogs. The birthday boy sits next to me on a log bench, leaning into me as he shovels down his third slice of cake. I’ve been resting my head on his shoulder for the last hour, slowly draining a hard lemonade.
Nova puts down the empty plate and I snag his hand, entwining our fingers. “Good birthday?” I ask.
Nova sighs with contentment. “Yeah. Not bad at all.”
I tilt his head toward me to kiss him. It’s meant to be gentle, but our mouths soon part, allowing our tongues to explore each other’s mouth. When we break apart, I lick my lips, enjoying the intoxicating mix of chocolate cake and Nova. I look past him toward the cabins. “You know, it’s been a rather long day.”
Nova turns to follow my gaze. When he looks back at me, his eyes are alight with a provocative idea. One I share. “I’ve got a rather comfortable mattress in my room,” he replies. “Foam top. I don’t suppose you’d like to try it out?”
“Sounds delightful,” I say with a sultry smile.
We cross the yard to his cabin, hand in hand. With each step, my pulse rises in anticipation. The inside of Nova’s tiny cabin is sparse. A bed, a few knickknacks, and a landscape painting in a wooden frame. The kind you find at a second-hand store. That’s all I have time to notice before Nova’s arms wrap around my waist and his lips find my neck.
My eyes drift shut and my head tilts to the side, granting Nova easier access to kiss and nip at my neck. I thread my fingers into his scruffy blond hair, playing with the strands as I hum my appreciation. Nova and I have unfinished business, and our bodies are picking up where we left off in Cajon Pass.
One of his hands slips under my shirt, trailing up my stomach and causing my skin to pebble beneath his touch. His hand finds my bare breast and Nova grins. “No bra?”
“Didn’t see the point,” I confess, right before his fingers twist my nipple. Soft enough not to hurt, but hard enough to make me gasp. My back arches, thrusting my breast into his touch and my ass into his hardening length.
We stand there for a few minutes, his mouth playing on one side of my neck, then the other, while his hand kneads my breast and plays with my nipple. “More,” I groan. His free hand finds the button of my pants, and it’s quickly undone. My zipper takes longer, like he’s playing with me on purpose. I’m about to complain about his pace when his hand slips into my pants and beneath my panties, stroking my clit and making me writhe in pleasure. When he slips two fingers down and into my wet and aching pussy, I’m done for.
When I can move again, I turn, staying within his grasp. Wrapping my arms around his neck, I pull him into a deep kiss. “Nova,” I whisper, pulling away enough to meet his gaze. He looks back at me like he touches me. With utter reverence. Like I’m something to be cherished. “Fuck me until I can’t remember even having an ex.”
He chuckles. A sensual sound that tells me there’s so much more he wants to do to me. “No foreplay?”
“Later,” I promise. “But I’m tired of waiting. I want to feel you inside of me. All of you. Not just your fingers.”
That’s all the encouragement, and all the permission Nova needs. Clothes go flying. Landing on the floor. A chair in the corner. Atop his backpack. I end up sitting on the edge of his bed, Nova’s cock in my hand, stroking the warm, velvety flesh as he grabs the condom package he pulled from his pants before they were discarded. I continue my slow strokes as he rips the packet open, withdrawing the contents and waiting for me to stop. “Belle,” he moans, his voice a mixture of enjoyment and anticipation. I move my hand, but not far. Enough to fondle his balls as he rolls the condom down his shaft, giggling as he shivers when I drag my nails along the underside of his scrotum.
Nova grabs me by the waist and scoots me back toward the center of the bed. I don’t have to wait long for him to join me. Our mouths meet once more, every ounce of passion and need poured into every kiss. I lean back, pulling him with me, refusing to break our kiss until he slides inside of me, making me gasp.
Every nerve in my core erupts as he moves deeper inside of me. His movements are slow, testing what I’m ready for. He pulls part way out, tilting my hips upward, then thrusts all the way into me. His dick slides against my G-spot, rubbing it just right until I’m coming again.
Nova slows his pace, but doesn’t stop. He waits for me to come back down from my climax. But before I can catch my breath, he’s picking up the pace again. Driving into me as one of his hands slides across my bare flesh. As he picks up speed and intensity, his hand finds and kneads my breast. It’s fucking perfect. My next orgasm is building fast. Promising to leave me writhing in ecstasy. And I’m ready for it. The first climax was like flicking a lighter. The second hit me like the whoosh of a barbeque. This next one is a building bonfire. A conflagration to burn away everything bad from the last few months.
I wrap my legs around Nova, clenching him tight against me. “Give me everything you’ve got, sunshine,” I growl, dragging my nails down his back.
“Fuck,” he grunts, as his pace quickens, slamming into me with unleashed fury.
Nova reaches down between us, finding my clit and rubbing it with his thumb. My orgasm rocks through me, making my eyes roll back. Stars are dancing across the ceiling. My jaw drops open, but the only sound I can make is a whimpering, moaning sound. I dig my nails into his back as every muscle in my body tenses like a thousand volts of energy is pulsing through me. My pussy clenches tight around Nova’s cock, coaxing him into climaxing with me. He continues to pound into me as he spills everything he has into the condom until we collapse into a boneless tangle of trembling limbs.
Lying there panting, our heads roll toward each other, our eyes meeting. We’re both smiling. Me from the joy of a mind-blowing orgasm. Him from the pleasure of a job very well done. I rest my head on his chest and he wraps me in his arms.
We do our best to keep his birthday going. I make him come two more times. He makes me come . . . a lot. I lost track early on. But every cell in my body is completely, utterly content.
As we drift off to sleep, Nova mutters, “Best birthday ever. Hell, best night ever.”
As I say a mental goodbye to Bryce the Asshole Griffon for good, I find that I have to agree with Nova.
Best. Night. Ever.