“I’ll rawdog you.” I look him dead in the eyes, then burst out with laughter. “Sorry, that was kind of gross. That word I mean.Yougoing bare, not gross.”
He doesn’t say anything at first just pulls me onto his lap and gives me a soft kiss that tastes sweet, like sugar and wine.
“Rawdog, bareback, doggy. I don’t care. I’ll do you whatever way you want, baby.” His mouth captures mine again, deeper this time. I shift to straddle him, wrapping my arms around his neck, threading my fingers through his hair. I trail kisses down to his neck, nibbling gently, sending goosebumps down his spine.
“Let’s go to the tent then.” I stand, tugging him up with me. He follows, his fingers laced with mine as we walk hand in hand. He helps me up the ladder to our rooftop tent, smacking my ass on the way.
“I fucking love your ass,” he grunts.
“Ditto.” I say, glancing back with a sultry look. He lets out a low chuckle.
At the top, he leans over me, kissing me again. His hands slide beneath my singlet, lifting it off, followed by my shorts and underwear. The way he looks at me? It lights me up. Heat pools low as he starts to touch between my thighs.
I let out a soft moan, but he quickly covers my mouth with his.
“Remember? Super quiet Angel?”
I nod, kissing him back hard, biting his bottom lip as his fingers stroke me deeper. He findsthespot and it sends me spiraling, coming undone in his arms.
I close my eyes, breathing through it, clawing gently at his back as I ride the waves.
He keeps kissing me until my breathing slows.
Once I catch it, I sit up and tug at the waistband of his shorts, sliding them down. I run my hand down his chest, past his abs and to that deepV, then wrap my fingers around him, giving him a few long strokes before bringing him into my mouth.
“Fuck,” he groans, gripping my hair as I take him deeper.
I pull away—reluctantly—and turn, pressing my chest to the mattress and lifting my ass in invitation.
He leans in, kissing and softly biting my cheek, then licking slowly over both entrances, making me bite into the pillow to keep quiet.
I’m so goddamn turned on right now.
After a few teasing strokes, I feel the head of his cock press against me.
“Quiet, remember?” he says again.
I nod eagerly as he slowly pushes in, stretching me open.
He sets a perfect rhythm—deep and just rough enough—and this position?
It hits so good.
“Faster,” I moan into my arm.
He smacks my ass lightly and quickens his pace.
“Camille… watching you from this angle—I’m not gonna last. It feels too fucking good,” he stutters.
“I want you to come inside me, Lucas.”
He leans over me, his hand grabbing my breasts then moving to slip between my thighs, rubbing my clit. His other hand braces beside me. He kisses my neck, still moving fast and deep.
I come again, harder this time—stars behind my eyes, legs trembling.
He holds my thighs and keeps going until I feel him swell inside me, warmth spilling into me as he groans my name.
When he’s done, he collapses into me, careful to keep most of his weight off. Then he rolls us onto our backs, pressing a kiss to my shoulder.
