28Okay, this is the final installment of this story. It actually got a little out of hand, considering I wasn't even planning on writing a sequel to Part 1. But I'm a weak human being and I just couldn't resist. I need to go back and work on Stranded now...
Bass' How-To Guide To Eating Ice Cream - Part 3
"Is this really necessary?" Bass protested as Charlie continued tying his hands behind the tree. He sat with his legs extended, watching her work around them. She'd get close enough for him to feel the heat emanating from her body, delicate movements that only made his imagination soar.
She bend over, legs spread apart, her face inches away from his. "You were the one who said I needed to work on my knots." That little devious smile and the subtle biting of her lip told him this wasn't just an innocent exercise in rope tying. She straightened up, her hands placed on her hips as she looked out into the vast and empty forest.
The weather seemed to have gone from sultry summer to cool autumn in a matter of days. The light breeze made the leaves on the trees rustle, the sky above them grey and somber, a polar opposite to her mood. Charlie sighed, glancing over at him and noticing how vulnerable he looked.
Bass chuckled, "Alright." He tried to maneuver his hands in a way that would allow him to free himself. His attempts were futile, it was obvious Charlie had gotten the hang of this fairly quickly. "I'm not getting out of this one." He stated. "Now what?"
She titled her head, grinning and relishing in the fact that he had no idea what was coming. Or maybe he did, it was hard to tell with Bass. "Do you remember what happened at the barn a few days ago?"
He nodded, of course he remembered. How was he supposed to forget the hours he spent exploring her like she was virgin territory—and technically she was, at least to him. A smile split across his face. "Something you didn't like that I have to be punished for?" His heart began sputtering at the thought.
Charlie slipped off her jacket in a slow and calculated movement, keeping her gaze on him. "Not necessarily."
She stepped in front of him, opening her legs, his head in between them in a more than suggestive manner. Bass felt his cock jump to attention in an instant, trying to resist the urge to nip at her center over her pants. Thinking of darting his tongue into her heated core made his mouth water. She crouched down in front of him, pecking at his lips and noticing how his head tilted in an attempt to kiss her with more urgency. Charlie was having way too much fun watching him struggle.
"I just thought," her hand cupped his hardened cock, a low growl leaving his lips. "I could get a do over on the whole popsicle thing." She sucked on the nook of his collarbone before migrating to his earlobe.
Bass was breathing heavily now and becoming more restless with each passing second. She lightly squeezed his hardness before placing her hands on his shoulders and spreading her legs over him as she straddled him. She moved slowly, kissing him with insatiable need and feeling the delicious ache pulsing between her legs.
"Not that I'm opposed but why do you think you need a do over?" He barely got the words out between breaths.
She pulled on his shirt, "This has to go." His question went unanswered for a few minutes as she took a hold of the knife inside her boot. She really hoped this wasn't one of Bass' favorite shirts. The blade ripped through the fabric and she teared the rest with her hands until he was finally half naked.
Her fingers trailed along his muscles, feeling them tense and harden the lower she got. "I know you said I was good at it–" She licked his chest, running her tongue over his nipple. "But I think it can do better." Bass was making noises she'd never heard him make before and this filled her with great pleasure.
"So my compliment earned me this kind of torture?" He moaned as she rubbed herself over his cock, grinding against him over and over. Bass was dying to touch her, he wasn't sure how much of this he could take.
Charlie laughed, "Come on, Bass. It's not that bad." She took off her tank top, unclipping her bra and letting it slip off at a leisurely pace. He licked his lips, gaping at her as she touched them. Her fingers began plucking at her stiff nipples and she let out a little moan. "What?" She asked flirtatiously.
Bass cocked his head, his eyes answering her question. "Can't handle a little teasing?" She hoisted herself up, allowing his lips to close in on her navel as she took a hold of his head. Charlie let him get a taste before lowering herself further, her breasts brushed against his facial hair, producing a shiver that rolled throughout her body. She guided his mouth to one nipple, gasping as she felt his lips enclose the nub.
"Oh, God." She muttered, her fingers entangling in his curls. His teeth gently scraped the sensitive skin, making her center throb with need. She felt a rush of moisture in her core.
Charlie pulled away, her tongue dashing into his mouth desperately. "See, not so bad." She smiled, "So why don't you just sit back and enjoy it." She began undoing his pants, "Not like you have a choice." There was that devious grin again.
Her fingers yanked his pants and underwear low enough to free his erection, and then she settled on all fours. Charlie grasped his silky shaft, moving her hand up and down his length, slowly at first before switching to a more vigorous pace. Her back was arched, giving Bass a nice view of her ass. He was practically panting by the time she took him in her mouth. She lowered herself into it, his cock penetrating far into her moist crevice.
Bass was looking at her through hooded eyes. He wasn't sure what had given her the impression that she wasn't good at it, every cell in his body was relishing in the sensations she was providing. Charlie moved her hair to one side, her lips sliding to his tip and sucking on it as her tongue ran over the tiny opening. He contemplated the movements of her body, the way her lower back shook involuntarily as she sucked him off. If he wasn't allowed to touch her, he'd settle for seeing a lot more.
"Take those off." He said, causing Charlie to release him with a pop of her lips. Bass moved his head, his eyes fixed on her pants as he motioned to them.
She smirked. "You're in no position to be giving orders." Her hand cupped his balls, making him inhale sharply.
"Please." He muttered, smiling when he noticed she was complying with his request.
Charlie quickly got rid of the boots and pants, standing naked in front of him before dropping back down to her previous position. She licked his length like she was lapping up remnants of melted ice cream before taking him in her mouth once again. His cock slipped in and out, each time reaching a little further down her throat. Bass knew it was only a matter of seconds before he burst. Her fingers enclosed around his balls once again, they tensed, alerting Charlie that he was ready to come.
"Okay." Bass warned her, moving his hips so she'd know to release him. But Charlie continued, the suction bringing him over the edge as he let out a cry and spewed into her.
Charlie looked content with herself as she wiped her mouth. "I might not remember very well what a popsicle tastes like but I'm pretty sure it doesn't taste quite like that." She said, making him laugh.
Sitting astride him, she brought her hands to his face, studying him like he was a newly unearthed species. Bass' breathing was now steady, his eyes wandering over the delicate curves of her body. "You're amazing." He whispered as he buried his face in her neck. "But can you now, for the love of all that's holy, let me touch you?"
A grin appeared on her lips, "Only if you promise me hours of this." She glided his ready and firm length into her wet opening. Bass groaned, welcoming her tight, heated grip.
"That can certainly be arranged." He replied, smiling into her lips as he kissed her.
Charlie started swirling her hips slowly. She reached for the knife and carefully began cutting the rope, anxiously anticipating the feel of his hands on her skin.
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