“I want to blow,” he clarified and waggled his eyebrows. “Come on. It’ll be fun. Check out how springy this is. It’ll be like having sex in an invisible bouncy house.”
“We are not having sex in an invisible bouncy house.” Even if the thought of doing so had my lady bits tingling.
“Have you ever had sex in a bouncy house, invisible or otherwise?” He stood and faced me.
We were at a standoff, waiting for the other to break. Not one to wait for good things to come to me, I stomped my foot, the impact sending a weak air ripple Clay’s way. He barely shifted. Well, fine. I jumped up and landed hard. He staggered but remained upright.
“Come on, Montana. You can do better than that. How about a little game? We each get one chance to knock the other off their feet. If we do, the other person must remove an article of clothing.”
I snorted. “Only you would come up with strip bouncy house.”
He waggled his eyebrows a split second before slamming a foot to the ground, and down I went. “I’ll take your bra, please.”
“It’s under my shirt.” I pointed out the obvious. “Don’t you have to take the top layer first?”
“Who made up that rule? Bra, please.”
I groaned and tucked my arms inside my shirt to remove the bra without losing the shirt. It was a talent most women had, removing the bra while remaining fully clothed. I popped my arms back out the sleeves, my bra now dangling from my right hand. “Tada!”
Clay blinked and grabbed it when I shot it at him. He slung it over his shoulder. “That was oddly arousing.”
I caught him off guard and slammed both feet to the ground, knocking him over. “Underwear, please.”
“Unfortunately, I don’t possess the talent to remove them without first taking off my pants,” he pointed out while flat on his back.
“Fine, I’ll take those too.”
“No argument here.” He jumped to his feet and quickly stripped, running his hand up and down his semi-hard cock until it was rock hard. “Something got your attention, Montana?”
“I, uh…” I couldn’t stop staring at the way he stroked his cock. I licked my lips as the ability to speak suddenly escaped me. I shook my head to clear the fog. “We are not having…” I stared at his cock in his hand. “Sex.”
“You sure about that?”
“Pretty sure,” I said without an ounce of conviction.
“That’s too bad.” He bounced on the ground and grinned. “I bet sex while calling our element the entire time would be very exciting.”
“And draining.”
“Good thing we can tap into our reserves, aka the other guys.” He launched and slammed into me, sending us both to the ground. We bounced several times, each time Clay helping me out of an article of clothing until we were both naked and rolling around, all hands and legs and lips in our desperation to connect. On a rather aggressive bounce, he took full advantage of the highly dynamic motion to thrust his cock deep inside me. “Montana. Ah, Jesus.”
I bit his shoulder after one particularly hard bounce sent him so deep, I swore he hit the top of my rib cage. My love bites always drove him wild and sent him into a frenzy. Now was no different. He buried his flesh inside mine, bouncing us off the ground. When we landed, he drilled in once again. It sent us shooting up.
Clay plunged hard as we sprang off the ground. With each thrust, we bounced, which gave him perfect leverage to thrust deeper inside me, which caused us to bounce, and the cycle repeated. The constant motion gave my clit the perfect friction. He plunged. I cried. He plunged deeper. I cried louder. The orgasm tightened, sending me higher and higher.
When the tension snapped, I held nothing back and thrashed my head side to side as my entire body clamped down from the force of my climax. I dug my nails into his shoulders and locked my heels behind his hips.
He bounced us, slamming us into the ground and vaulting us up. He held me tight as he thrust deep one last time before stiffening. We rode out the waves of our release until neither of us had the strength to move and the ground had stopped trembling.
“I can’t…believe…we just did that.” I panted and stared at the beautiful blue sky.
“What? Had sex in a bouncy house?”
“Had sex in an invisible bouncy house.” That was a sentence I never thought I’d say. “How’d you do that?”
“I told you I have way more control over my element than you guys think.”
“I could never get earth to do that.”
“Stick with me, baby.” He kissed me tenderly. “I can show you a whole new world.”
“Not this again. Do not break into a Disney song and ruin the moment.”
Too late. Clay hummed the tune as we dressed. He switched to a classic song about whistling while you work, which, of course, he whistled.
As we held hands and walked out of the hideaway, no one near to see us and wonder what we’d been up to, I contemplated our next move. We couldn’t use the webcomic to reach potential recruits. I no longer had the guys on the outside to help enlist members. We had the power of the legends on our side. And, truth be told, with a group this large, it was only a matter of time before we were discovered. I didn’t trust Margo Carson any more than I trusted Virgil Graves. If given the right opportunity, she’d turn on us faster than it took to melt ice under running water. Hot water, at that.
We walked across the training field, surprised to find it empty. Why weren’t people training with the weapons the blacksmiths had been making? In fact, why was it so quiet? Where was everyone?
“Clay? Something’s wrong.”
“People need a break, Montana. You’re pushing them too
