Naked Delirium Page 3

  “There’s a prize at the top,” she said as he found a smoother place to take his next step. “But be a love and bring that with you. Or I’ll be bare ass naked from the waist up as we come down.”

  “You say that like it’s a bad thing,” Danny mumbled, moving a bit faster picturing her up there with her pert breasts out in the fresh air.

  He crested the final boulder to the top where several smaller boulders rested together as if exhausted from being at the top.

  “Hi, Danny,” she said softly.

  He grinned at her and tossed her the tee. Gentlemanly to give her an out if she’d changed her mind. This didn’t change the fact that he was sporting serious wood, but hey, he was a nice guy no matter what. A man who had a three-way with two gorgeous women just the night before did not get greedy and rude.

  “I don’t want this,” she said, dropping it on craggy cool stone. Her fingers pushed the waistband of her jeans and she wiggled until she cleared them. Her body tanned and smooth and totally bare beneath the jeans.

  “Commando,” he whispered.

  “Yep. Saves time.”

  Wren curled a finger to him as she toed off her boots and then in nothing but little white tennis socks, she made her way to the lip of the top boulder. Danny moved up behind her, putting his hands on her bare hips, fingers curling to the meaty part where he could really dig in. The view from where they stood was vertigo inducing.

  “I want you to take me, Danny,” she said. Her hand moved over his and almost absentmindedly moved it lower on her body to stroke her smooth mons. She pressed his fingers harder and he pressed her protruding clit like a button. Wren let her head fall back against his shoulder, shifting a little, opening her lower pout for him to touch her.

  He rubbed her clit, using her own moisture to lubricate the tiny organ and when she shifted beneath his fingers again, he delved into her with two. Her eager, pliable sheath gripped his fingers as he thrust.

  “Let’s go back—”

  “I want you to take me right here. From behind. So we can see…” She pressed her ass back against him and his body responded like Pavlov’s infamous dog.

  Danny sighed. It rose up from his gut and seemed to shake his entire body. “I can do that.”

  “Good.” Wren dropped down, slowly sliding her curvy form along his as she went. He was left with a handful of her wheat-colored hair and without thinking he tugged it gently. She made a sound that seemed to bounce around inside of him before taking up firm residence in his dick.

  When she positioned herself on hands and knees and wagged her ass at him, he clenched is jaw. When she looked over her shoulder at him with big blue eyes and said, “Are you coming?” he was honest.

  “Not yet. But soon, I bet.”

  She laughed and the bright sound of it seemed to fly around the treetops that framed their stone fortress in the sky.

  Danny dropped to his knees. No time to worry about taking his clothes off, he simply unzipped and unbuttoned and hauled his cock free. Her ass was perfect, sort of big for her slight frame, definitely firm. He saw the small pink pucker of her asshole and when she spread her knees a bit, the slick redness of her cunt. He moaned. Jesus. What an ass.

  “You’re so close to the edge,” he said, almost absentmindedly. He rubbed his glans along the skin from her back hole to her pussy. Watching her move under him with the stimulation was almost unbearable. She was gorgeous — some wild thing high above earth begging to be taken.

  “I know. That’s the point. It’s so far down and yet…so not.”

  She waggled her ass at him and he clutched her hips, groaning again. Danny feared he sounded more like he was dying than about to get laid.

  “We can watch it together,” she sighed, pushing back so he had to enter — impaling herself on him. “As we cum. We can see the precipice as we reach out and it will be so…”

  “Dizzying?”

  “Gooood,” she sighed and moved a bit harder.

  He was in — the top half of his cock buried in her sweet heat. He clutched her hips, half to hold on to the meat of her below her waist, part to anchor her because he feared she’d fall.

  It was good. A slow fluid fuck watching her sink back on him, move back to take him. Danny watched the muscles of her back dance and flicker as he buried himself repeatedly in her softest flesh. She tightened around him, long fingers curling to the dusty rock as they hovered there on the horizon where rock met open air and blue sky.

  If they fell it would….. He shook his head feeling a burst of anxiety and a swirling thrill in his gut. His balls tightened and his body shook with the tension of the moment.

  “Right. Like that,” she sighed. She worked one hand below her body and he knew she was touching herself, sliding her fingertip over the nub of her clit. It was confirmed when her cunt grew tighter and tighter and tighter around his cock and she bowed her head like a woman caught in prayer, hair swaying around her face.

  “Cum for me, Wrenny,” he said, feeling bold.

  She did. A slow sensual orgasm that had her sheath working around him like quicksilver. It seemed to take forever for her body to work out, to wrack out, every spasm. Then he shoved into her deeper and a fresh batch of spasms started anew.

  Wren trembled with the force of her orgasms, bright eyes alternating between shut and wide open — watching their dizzying view. He could just make out her profile from how she had her head tilted.

  “That made it so much…more,” she said.

  “Yeah?” Danny did notice that the fear amped it up. The play of worry and fear in his stomach and his chest somehow accented the pleasure of making love to her.

  “Pull out,” she said.

  “What?”

  She moved forward a bit, taking control. His cock sliding free of her insanely good warmth.

  “What’s the ma….“

  “Put your fingers in me. Get them wet. Get my juices…” She was swaying some on her knees, chanting it almost and Danny obeyed, gathering her wetness on his fingers.

  “Wre…“

  “Put them in my ass,” she said softly.

  This time the sound he made — embarrassingly he admitted — reminded him of cattle lowing. He did it, though, feeling almost as if his hand wasn’t his own. He slid one finger slowly into her anus, feeling the sudden and all encompassing grip of the muscles there.

  “Another,” Wren demanded and he obeyed.

  The second fingers slid in next to the first, aided by her lubrication on his fingers. He moved in small circles, stretching and working her until she was grinding back to take him the same way she had when he was in her pussy. He moved his fingers gently and surely until he felt the release of those smooth clutching walls. Then he pushed the head of his penis to her ass and took a breath.

  “Don’t do it soft. I like it hard,” she admitted.

  He’d never known…he’d never known. As close as they were. As many late night sex talks they’d had over hot chocolate and stale vending machine cookies. The thought bounced around in his head until he shook it free.

  Danny’s stomach felt like he was in free fall but he did as told, pushing forward and into her with a force he never would have used had she not asked. Her knees trembled and she tossed her head, sighing softly. He felt her move back to take him, forcing him inside her, finding a faster rhythm.

  “It’s the only way I can cum really hard sometimes,” she whispered in the oddly silent wood. “And I sometimes don’t want to ask or explain or any of that. But with you…”

  She moved back faster to get him how she wanted and Danny knew this wouldn’t be long. He was already toeing the line of orgasm. His body demanding of him what his mind didn’t want to relinquish yet.

  “I want you to cum hard,” he said, his voice a stranger to his own ears. Too deep, too rough, too needy.

 
“Good. Because I’m…oh…”

  And he could tell by her movements that she was. She undulated under him like a tide softly lapping the shore. Her body swaying and dipping as he pounded into her, driving deep in her tight ass as she came. When she whimpered softly, shaking beneath his hands, Danny caved, cumming hard and long. Emptying into her and crying out to a silent blue sky.

  He’d never taken a drug — even a natural one — in his entire life. But he owed a great deal of pleasure to the Sugarshuttle Express, he realised. He was a smart enough man to be grateful.

  ♦♦♦♦

  They decided to break the rules that night and stay in the cave created by the three crowning boulders. After they took ‘bird baths’ with wet naps and baby wipes, Wren declared them smelling springtime fresh. Then Danny built a very small fire in a circle of rocks and they ate sardines and crackers from their packs.

  “Day two is almost done. What’s it like now? Wearing off? The same? Better?”

  He watched her in the firelight looking like some mythical goddess born of flames. Wren popped a whole cracker and a whole fish in her mouth and chewed, washing it down with a swig of wine from her pack.

  “It never felt like a high. And it doesn’t now. I just feel more open and alert. Hmm…” She cocked her head watching the fire dance. Her finger played unconsciously along the small valley of her cleavage.

  Danny couldn’t take his eyes off her. Wren was a hell of a sharp woman. Smart and funny and bring-you-to-your knees sexy. It was hard to gauge what was turning him on more, their talk or watching her absentmindedly touch herself that way.

  Either/or, he was having trouble not getting erect.

  “It’s just…” Her eyes finally connected with his. “The ferns were greener, the height was higher, the crackers were crisper, the fish was saltier, the wine was sweeter…” All the things she’d said before she said again, as she moved her body until she was right up on him.

  Now he knew what the cobra in the basket felt like when the snake charmer played his flute.

  “The sex is…” Her mouth was sweet and salty, her tongue hot, her lips a bit cooler. It was all a rush of conflicting sensations and Danny obeyed his primitive side and simply strapped her in the bands of his arms, pinning her smaller form to his and kissed her until she squirmed.

  “The sex is what Wrenny?”

  “It’s more vibrant. And the urge to have it is bigger — more impossible to avoid. You know, I’ve always wanted to fuck you, Daniel,” she said almost primly. She pushed him back with her fingertips and he willingly followed, lying back on their meager sleep cushions.

  “You have?”

  “Yes.” Her hands on his zipper, his fly. Her hands in his pants, finding him. Squeezing him.

  He had to fight to keep his eyes open.

  “But?” Danny’s hips bounced a bit so he could thrust into her slack fist.

  “But I knew you’d get it all tangled up in your head and twisted and you’d worry…” She stripped off her vest, her sweater, her bra.

  Her breasts were tattooed with orange and yellow and red — ghostly imprints of the fire that still thrashed around in the small circle.

  “And the drugs?” He cupped her tits, full enough, firm enough, warm enough in his palms — perfect. When he squeezed them gently she sighed and his cock went from hard to lethal.

  “The drugs let me do what I wanted without you overanalyzing it.”

  He laughed. “Clever.”

  “Yes, clever.” She moved just enough to untangle herself from her jeans and her panties. When she had him free, he felt the blazing kiss of her cunt as she angled him just so and started to lower herself. “Now shut up, Daniel, because I’m going to fuck you.”

  Danny shut up.

  It was hot and sweet this time, like freshly made maple syrup, he mentally babbled as she sank onto him. Each inch of him disappearing into her wetness. Each muscle in his body tensing and relaxing and tensing again. She pushed her hands to his chest and leaned into kiss him, grinding her hips so he felt every moist part of her on his shaft.

  “You’re heart is going crazy,” she said before she pushed her lips to his, her tongue darting out to taste him.

  It was going crazy and it was fucking awesome.

  Danny gripped her hips, keeping time with his urges — thrusting up hard to bury himself in Wren even as she drove herself down to take him. The wet sounds of their coupling, the hissing pop of the fire, the secret sighs she made all served as the perfect soundtrack to the staggering peak he could feel approaching at a frightening speed.

  This wasn’t sex in the grass or a three way with some pretty brunette. This wasn’t high-wire sex or any of that. This was him and Wren — bare, stripped down naked in every respect — moving together as one.

  “Even faster,” she said curling her fingers to his bared chest. She drove her body in a maddening way — a cruel mistress of movement. Her hips swaying and circling over him so he could feel the soaking wet press of her cunt to his pelvis. His cock squeezed by unseen silken muscles as she started to cum.

  He put his hands up, not really knowing why, and she threaded her fingers between his. Pushing down as she slammed her body down to take him. He pushed up with his hands against the force of her and together they balanced it, finding the rhythm they both needed. As her orgasm took up speed and force she pinned him with her fire lit gaze and ordered.

  “Cum with me.”

  Who was Danny to argue?

  He awoke knowing it was day three. This was the day the drug would start to lose effect. So what would happen then? He didn’t expect this to be a fairytale ending where she pledged her undying love and agreed to marry him. She’d become a pediatrician and he’d become a respiratory therapist and they’d live happily ever after. Hell, he wasn’t sure he ever wanted to be married. But he sure as shit wasn’t ready for this to be done — the closeness, the sex, the openness. Seeing how they were together made his heart crimp up in his chest — possibly girlish, but entirely true — and left him feeling melancholy.

  “Good morning, sunshine,’ she said, rolling toward him. “We are going to finish up this trail today and then we’ll have bragging rights.”

  “What is this thing called anyway?” he asked.

  She laughed and he knew he was missing something.

  “Don’t you know why it’s so popular with the college crowd?” Wren asked.

  “Nope.”

  “It’s Sullivan’s Trail,” she said.

  “So?”

  “Also known as tri state trail #69.”

  Danny put his head down and smiled. “Ah…now I get it.”

  “Exactly.”

  They climbed down slowly, bidding farewell to their round pyramid of rocks. Then they walked a bit in silence, just listening to the crunch of their feet on the trail.

  “We’ll eat in a bit?” she asked.

  Danny agreed. Neither of them had been very hungry when they woke. Movement seemed to be in order. The wind was brisker today and they heard people ahead of them when it blew. It seemed to toss the voices back so they could be heard.

  “Is there a party going on up there or what?” Wren laughed.

  “Maybe very loud people are having a very loud breakfast,” he teased. A bit more walking brought more of the sounds — cries is what Danny thought they were — and he slowed his pace. “Maybe we should just…”

  “Shh,” Wren said, holding a finger to her lips. “Let’s see what’s going on. “

  “Wrenny, I really think….“He tried to hold her off because another sound came. A distinctively sexual sound.

  But she smiled and laughed softly, hurrying on. Danny moved faster to keep up with her and ended up almost running to chase her along the trail.

  They almost shot right past them. The couple were on a small outcroppin
g that hung over a slow moving, lazy creek. The men were big — both of them — but seemed to contradict each other. One was very tall and tan and dark haired, the other tall and pale and blond. They were locked together in an inverted embrace. The blond on the bottom the brunet on top.

  “Told you, trail sixty-nine,” Wrenny said and Danny saw her cheeks flush red. Here blue eyes shone with arousal and excitement and he felt his dick go hard.

  God, she was fucking gorgeous.

  “Wrenny, we shouldn’t,” he tried again.

  “Oh, don’t be that way,” she said, grabbing his hand and pushing it to her mound so he cupped her sex. He swore he could feel her pulse beating there, hard and fast, though he knew he had to be imagining it. “It’s called voyeurism. Give it a go.”

  He shook his head but followed suit when she turned to face the men. The brunet was sucking his partner like nothing Danny had ever seen. He’d been exposed to all kinds of porn, but had rarely paid attention to the man-on-man kind. Now, he watched enraptured as the top man leaned in and took the entire impressive length of the blond. His cheeks hollowed from the sucking motion, his eyes shut, his face a mask of pleasure. And why not? Though he couldn’t see the blonde’s face at all, he could see his movements and see that he was definitely giving as good as he was getting.

  The blond muttered something, but Danny couldn’t hear.

  He’d managed to work his hand down into Wren’s pants. She had her torso pressed to the thin trunk of a birch tree and she shoved her ass back toward him to allow his fingers to spread her nether lips. He stroked the damp silken flesh between her legs. She widened her stance a little more and he was able to slide a finger into her. She was burning up. Drenched and slippery around his fingers.

  “Look at them,” she breathed.

  “I am.” He thrust his fingers into her harder and she moved to take him. Rippling under his touch like something made of water.

  “Push these down,” Danny said, suddenly desperate.