Bunny moans, the sound raspy and hungry. “Please, Jack —” His voice is a rough whisper. “Make me come like that.”
I chuckle and speed up, chasing my release. “Yeah? Is that what you want, slut? You need me jerking off on the filthy mess you’ve made of yourself to come? Shit —” I hiss. “Here you go —fucking degenerate,” I grit out as the wave of my orgasm breaks.
My cock pulses and I paint his engorged dick with long, white streaks. Bunny looks down, lips parted and eyes blazing with lust as he watches my seed land all over his cock and his belly. He arches his back as far as his restraints will allow, letting out a wordless cry as his dick erupts. His hole spasms around my wrist, body tightening like a vise around my hand as he comes all over himself. When my orgasm wanes, I squeeze my cock to shake out the final drops onto him.
16
JACK
When the pulses of Bunny’s orgasm subside enough that the stranglehold on my wrist eases, I carefully withdraw my hand. He makes a sound of arousal and pain as his swollen rim stretches when I slide my knuckles out of him. I drop my cock and catch my breath for a few seconds before tucking myself back into my pants and zipping up.
“Can’t believe you made me come for a second time tonight without even putting my cock in you,” I murmur. “Jesus Christ, that was intense.”
Bunny’s eyes are glassy and unfocused as he turns them on me. “Yeah, holy shit,” he mumbles as I move to unclip the carabiners and release him. I scoop up his discarded shorts, then the rest of him. He slumps like a rag doll in my arms, limbs dangling, spent and heavy.
I chuckle. “Took more out of you than usual that time, huh?” He murmurs something unintelligible and sort of nods against my shoulder. I hustle to the shower building, glad I had the foresight to stage supplies there earlier.
The showers are semi-enclosed, individual stalls. I’d heard about some of the parks with camping facilities installing these,but hadn’t seen any of them in person before. It’s a pretty sweet setup —and a major upgrade from the tumbledown, spider-filled building I remember as a kid.
Making my way to the farthest stall, I set Bunny down on the floor. He doesn’t protest, his head lolling to the side. Eyeing him as I strip off my own clothes, I feel a warmth rising in my chest. I still haven’t quite gotten used to this feeling.
“C’mere.” I nudge Bunny to lift his arms so I can pull his T-shirt off him. When he yanks off his boots, the sight of the carabiner clips still dangling from the back loops makes me grin inwardly. After I get us both naked, it’s quiet except for the drumming of water and a couple of intrepid crickets as I settle in behind him and pull him against me. Like usual, he doesn’t say much — just hums with appreciation when I work shampoo into his hair and lather up his body until the water that sluices down the drain runs clear.
He gets up when I hand him his towel, letting out an enormous yawn that makes me laugh a little. “I was hoping we could get up for an early hike before we have to break camp and get out of here tomorrow,” I tell him. “But something tells me you’d rather sleep in a little.”
He rubs his eyes. “Maybe. I worked the early shift at Bean-Go for so long that I still wake up early a lot of the time. So if I do tomorrow, I’m game.”
I feel a chuckle rumble in my throat as I pull him against me. “You’re always game for anything, Bunny. That’s why I love you.”
He giggles and pokes me in the ribs lightly. “Is that the only reason?”
I pretend to think about it, tipping my head to the side and bringing a hand to my beard. “Hmm,” I say, studying him with narrowed eyes. “Well, and maybe this camping trip you sprung on me.”
“Pfft.” He rolls his eyes and gives me a bratty smirk. “You’ve got a funny way of saying ‘thank you’ for your birthday present.” I give him a light swat on the ass before I gather our stuff and put my arm around him, steering him towards the door.
Back at the campsite, I unpack some of the chili and cornbread. The food is cold, but both of us eagerly wolf it down. When we get settled into my new, big-enough-for-both-of-us tent, Bunny drapes himself over my body.
“Mmm.” He buries his nose in my chest hair. “Fuck, you’re sexy,” he mumbles. “You smell so good.”
“Dumb bunny,” I respond. “Roll over and I’ll put some aloe on those stripes on your ass.”
He purrs with contentment when my hands spread the cool gel over his inflamed skin. A few minutes later, his breathing is already light and even. I stretch out next to him, thinking he’s asleep, when he suddenly stirs and says something I don’t quite catch. “What’s that?” I ask.
“Thank you for getting a new tent you didn’t need,” he murmurs.
I chuckle softly. “I did need it. How else could we do this?” I give him a squeeze and he lets out a happy little hum that gives me the same strange ache in my chest as before.
I wait until his breathing changes before I mutter to myself in the dark, “I’m a lucky bastard.”
17
ADAIR
Aweek after our camping trip, Jack is at work when I get a call from Gina. “Not that I’m trying to pressure you, but did you think about the book convention?” she asks.
I sigh. Making time-lapse videos of my art is fun, but none of them have gone viral on social media or anything. Which means that if I want to grow my business beyond the little circle of authors who already know about me, I’m going to have to dosomething.
“I know what you said about it being a good opportunity and all, but I don’t know if I could stomach flying across the country by myself,” I tell her.
