Chapter 27: Hell or Highwater

Upon returning to camp, the fire had completely died to no one's surprise. We'd been gone 45 minutes.

Zipping up the tent, Mark sparked a match, igniting the wick inside the oil lamp as I lied down on the blankets and pillows in a pair of lace panties and braless tank top.

If the silence of that moment had presented itself in any other circumstance, I'd have found it to be unnerving, even unsettling. However, it was the first comfortable silence I had ever known.

Along the dimly lit tented walls were the shadows which flickered to-and-fro as the flame licked the wick, consuming it at a molasses-pace. I smiled inwardly as Mark lied down; his bare chest pressed against my back as he snuggled close to me.

He spoke lowly in my ear, sending shivers down my spine, "Do you want to play a game?"

"In a gaming mood, huh?"

"Something to that affect."

"Oh-la-la."

"Just humor me."

"Fine." I threw out a plausible scenario. "Would you rather have no legs or no arms?"

"This is just your favorite go-to, isn't it?"

"Unless you have a different game in mind, just answer the question."

He considered it for a moment before he finally said, "No legs."

"Reason?"

"I can always sit behind a desk." He said logically. "What about you?"

"Same: No legs. I think I could get around easier without any legs than I could without my arms. Your turn."

His lips pressed lightly along my neck as he uttered, "Would you rather be mute or blind?"

"That's a hard one." I hummed. "I think I'd rather not see. Communication barriers exist already even with having the ability to talk. You?"

"I'd rather be mute."

"You'd be okay not talking?"

Mark chuckled, "I don't say much to begin with, according to you and everyone else. So, what would be the difference?"

"Just because you don't talk much doesn't mean you don't have plenty to say. Either way, you say much more with your eyes and body language."

Mark sat up, starting to stack pillows.

"What are you doing?" I asked.

"Getting more comfortable." He answered as he leaned back against them. "I can tell this game is going to last a while."

"You have a point." I crawled over to him, pushing his legs apart so I sat between them and leaned back against his chest. As I did, his breath hitched.

I glanced at him, saying curiously, "Are you alright?"

"Who knew getting more comfortable was going to make things less so," Mark said sheepishly.

"Well, get used to it because I'm not moving."

"I would hope not."

His hands innocuously moved to my shoulders, slowly massaging them; already, my body was responding to him.

"Maybe we should make this version of the game N-S-F-W." I suggested. "Like a continuance from what you had in mind at the hot spring."

Mark peppered the nape of my neck with kisses as he said distractedly, "I like the way you think. Why don't you start?"

"Alright then. Would you rather be on top or on the bottom?"

"Top."

"Why am I not surprised."

"Same question."

"I can do either. It really just depends on my mood."

"You can only choose one." Mark reminded before kissing my ear with his tongue.

I shivered against him and mumbled, "With you? The bottom, because…"

"You know I'll always take care of you." His hands slid down my arms before they gently cupped my braless breasts through my shirt while his thumbs slowly circled my nipples, making them hard and more pronounced. "Just the way you like it."

My own breath hitched as a slow impending throbbing bloomed inside my abdomen before dipping further down to my clit. "Your turn…"

"Would you rather have your hair pulled or be spanked?"

"You can spank me any day of the week." My face burned hot when I heard the longing in my voice.

"Oh yeah? Where do you want to be spanked?"

"Anywhere. Everywhere."

Mark took my jaw in his hand, tilting my head at an angle so that he could kiss me with the same energy as he had at the hot spring. Primal, animalistic, the type that would soon need satiating. I kissed him right back, anticipating that familiar hunger that could only match my own.

"I bet I could guess what you'd prefer," I managed, grabbing a handful of his hair, and tugging it so his head slightly craned back, soliciting a dark laugh from him.

It stopped our passionate make-out, easing it to a slow burn, but it allowed us to gather our wits, if only long enough to continue our game.

"Would you rather have a threesome with a woman or one with a guy?" I asked.

"Personally, I'd rather have one with a woman."

"What would she look like?"

"That sounds like a trick question."

"It's not." I stood to my feet, looking down at him. "I'm into it if you are."

Mark's expression changed from cynical to genuine interest—the same look I'd seen before when we last played this game wherein my hypothetical prostitute had preferably been a woman.

"Tell me what she would look like," I insisted as I pulled off my shirt, exposing my tits. "Would she be blonde? Brunette? A redhead like me?"

He looked me up and down before he considered softly, "Blonde."

"Blondes are cute." I agreed, lowering myself down to my knees. "Where would we meet her?"

"At a bar."

"Ooh, I like her already."

"Mmm." The hunger in his eyes grew as I crawled towards him, taking the waistband of his shorts, and pulling them down just enough so I could take out his growing erection.

"We could take her back to the house."

"What would we do then, I wonder." Mark said coolly, although there was no mistaking how engaged he was with the idea.

"I'd start kissing her to make her feel right at home," I narrated. "When she was comfortable enough, I'd touch her soft tits; I'd want to feel them against my own…flesh on undulating flesh."

I slowly ran my hand up and down his shaft, looking up to see how he struggled to keep his composure.

"Lex…" His voice became strained with longing and lust.

"Would you rather see her fuck me or watch me fuck her?" The sultry tone in my voice came naturally.

Mark pulled me to him, taking my face in his hands so he kissed me, saying breathlessly after, "I'd rather watch you fuck her."

"You'd like that, huh?" I jacked his cock faster. "You want to see how I take control. Wanna know how I would tame our little slut?"

Mark reached between my legs, feeling how wet my panties were with my excitement.

I stifled my moan and said with a smirk, "I'd put on a strap-on and let her feel every inch of me move inside of her. I'd pull her hair and make her cum over, and over again."

"Fuck, I love it when you talk dirty." He groaned.

"We'd make it dirty too."

"Oh, yeah?"

"Yeah. I'd make her scream my name…" (He tore my panties off my body, throwing them to the side). "But only after she begged me to fuck her harder."

"Come here."

He pulled his shorts the rest of the way down as I grabbed his shoulders, trying to maintain my balance as he moved me onto his lap.

I wrapped my legs around his waist as he picked me up and pushed me onto my back.

His cockhead teased my swollen clit and moved up and down between my petals. Each time a part of him touched a part of me, it sent small electrical shocks throughout my body. My back arched involuntarily, my mind became fuzzy, and I could barely think of anything but having him in every way I could.

I reached up, cradling his face in my hands as his lips found mine.

"Are you okay? You're breathing hard."

He panted, "I just need to be inside you."

At the same time his cock slipped so easily inside my wet pussy, he sucked on my neck, sending more than a few sparks through my body as it responded to his every thrust and unrestrained moan.

As he fucked me, Mark kept me pinned down against the floor with his weight, taking my wrists in one hand and pinning them above my head; the other held my jaw as he kissed me hard enough that it almost hurt.

"You moan so pretty, baby girl," He breathed into my ear.

I reached my climax quick; a white heat rushed through every vein, blurring my vision, and every muscle in my body seized beautifully. Mark emitted a satisfied groan as he filled me with his cum.

Post-euphoria, he tiredly kissed my collar bone then my neck before enveloping me into another kiss as I returned every one of them.

"That was…"

"I know." I nodded, grinning widely. "Bet you like playing 'Would You Rather' now, don't you?"

"I'm growing fond of the game."

"I knew you would."

I crawled over to the oil lamp, taking off the top and blowing out the flame, filling the tent with pitch blackness.

I felt around for him, smiling when I found his knee.

"This camping thing was a good idea." I said softly, snuggling up to him.

"Your father seemed to think so."

"Yeah, he mentioned to me that you told him."

"I also mentioned that I was going to propose to you. My guess was that he kept that just between us."

I said quietly, "That was the only secret worth keeping."

Hearing the sadness return to my voice, Mark wrapped his arm around me and kissed my forehead. "Don't worry. We'll get through it."

"Together…?"

"Come Hell or Highwater, baby."

My heart leapt with those words, only because it was the same phrase my family and I used. I felt myself falling in love with him all over again, reassured by the confidence in his voice, the strength of his embrace.

"Yeah." I laid against him, my head on his chest, feeling his hand comb through my hair. "Hell or Highwater."