Trisha cupped her hand firmly over the outline of his thick, hard cock, trapped inside his pants. It felt impressive in length and girth. She moved, sitting up, and reached blindly for the front of his pants. His body stiffened next to her.

“What are you doing, Doc?”

“You want touched, right? Well, I’m going to, Slade. I have to open your pants to do that.”

“Allow me,” he rasped softly. The amusement seemed gone from his voice now.

Trisha lifted her hands. Slade moved and she heard a zipper. She could barely make out his shape. He lifted his h*ps and shoved his pants down to mid-thigh. Trisha couldn’t make out much but she knew when Slade freed his c**k from his pants.

She stared, trying to see. She could barely make out anything but it appeared he had nothing to be ashamed of, that was for sure. There was no missing that shadowy shape standing erect and proud. He was long and thick, just the way he’d felt. She hesitated, the idea of that inside her a little scary if they ever did have sex. He was bigger than anyone she’d ever been with. Her past number of lovers wasn’t impressive, just a few, but none of them compared to him.

“Doc? We should get some sleep before we need to be moving on.” His voice was a soft growl. “I’ll zip up. I shouldn’t have done that. I’m sorry. I am being a bastard. I was half asleep and just a tad too tired.”

Trisha’s hands shook slightly as she moved forward. One of her hands curled around Slade’s c**k before he could cover it. She heard him suck in air. He was hard all right and hot. His skin was velvety soft wrapped over steel-hard thickness. She let her fingers and palm explore him. Slade’s breathing increased.

“That feels so good,” he groaned.

Trisha’s anger seeped away. He turned her on. She hated it but he did. She enjoyed touching him. She bit her lip and curled her other hand at the base of Slade’s cock. He shifted his legs, trying to open them wider for her to explore him. He softly cursed when his pants bunched at his thighs and wouldn’t allow it.

“That’s good, Doc.”

“Trisha,” she ordered softly. “Call me by my name or I stop.” She gripped his shaft more firmly, moving her hand against the crown of his c**k to trace the rim.

“Trisha,” he groaned. “That feels so good.”

“I wish I had lotion.”

“Me too, Doc.”

She tore her hands from him. “My name is Trisha. Use it.”

Slade sat up. “Want me to use your name?”

“Yes. I do.”

“Fine.” He moved away, shoved his pants and underwear down his long legs to his ankles, and lunged for her.

Trisha gasped when he grabbed her. He yanked her up to her knees as he got to his. His hands left her arms and he grabbed her h*ps and lifted her, turning her away from him.

“What are you doing?” Excitement and a little fear merged but she wasn’t protesting.

“Put your legs between mine,” he growled in a rough tone, spreading his bare thighs apart to make room for her.

Trisha twisted her head. “Why?”

“Do it,” he rasped. “Now, Trisha.”

Her heart started to pound. She had an idea what he would do. He was on his knees and he’d turned her until her back was to him. She shifted and fit both of her legs between his, which were spread apart. Her feet tangled with his pants at his ankles but she lifted them to hook over the material. One of his hands left her hip and his other hand slid to the front of her body. She tensed, her breathing increased, as he unfastened her pants. His chest pressed against her back as he lowered his head until his breath fanned her ear.

“I’m going to f**k you, Trisha.” He growled when he stated it. “I’m going to sink so deep into your pu**y that you will want to scream out my name but you can’t. Do you think you can keep quiet?” He shoved her pants down. Her panties were pushed down to her lower thighs next and all the material bunched together.

Trisha’s breathing was shaky. She wanted Slade. “Yes.”

He made another growling noise. One of his hands slid up her shirt and pushed her bra cup up. His hand gripped her bare breast and gently squeezed.

“Bend over for me, Trisha. I’m going to f**k you the way I’ve wanted to since I saw you. I’m going to drive so deep into that wet little sheath of yours until you don’t know where I end and you begin. I bet you’re going to be so tight that you fist around my dick and I have to fight to move inside you.”

She put her hands on the ground. She’d never in a million years have thought she’d have sex with a man in the middle of the night in the woods on her hands and knees. Then again, she never thought she’d want anyone as much as she wanted Slade. Her body screamed for him to enter her pu**y and she knew he wouldn’t be disappointed with how he imagined she’d feel wrapped around his cock. He was so big it had to be a tight fit.

His hand cupped her between her thighs firmly, massaging her cl*t first and spreading the wet heat of her desire. She moaned as his fingers explored her from her cl*t to her anus. He pushed a finger slowly inside her pu**y, the sensation amazing as his thick digit pushed in deep, and Trisha arched her back as pleasure tore through her.

“So wet, Trisha. So f**king tight too. I knew you would be.” He growled softly while he withdrew his finger and traced the seam of her pu**y lips, before moving it away.

“Slade?” She feared he’d change his mind, stop, and her body ached.