Their good-natured banter, laughter, and conversation carry on through dinner. I don’t tell them a time they need to turn in but remind them to be mindful of those who don’t wish to stay up all night. They’re also reminded that tomorrow is going to be just as demanding as today, so they ought to get some sleep anyway.
I leave my flap open so I can keep an eye on my guys. Not because they need to be babysat. They’re grown-ass men. But because they make me smile.
And maybe because I can watch Dasan like this as well.
My team lingers for a while. Their quiet chatter serves as a lulling noise, and I doze on and off as I listen. My eyes open tiredly to the deserted fire dying down. As my eyes close again, movement catches my attention. They open more fully just intime to see Dasan get to his feet and head toward the water with his flashlight.
I stare then look around the camp. Everyone seems to be asleep. For a solid minute, I war with myself about whether this is a good idea. Follow him. Don’t follow him.
In the end, the promise of having a minute alone with Dasan is too much to pass up. It’s been more than a week, and I want him to touch me so fucking badly that I’m shaking.
My footsteps sound loud, so I keep looking behind me—like that’s not suspicious or anything. There’s no movement and no sounds but the quiet crackling of the dying fire. I can still see Dasan’s flashlight ahead, so I hurry to catch up.
I’m not surprised that he’s taking a leak. Making sure I’m out of view of the camp, I drop to my knees there on the forest floor, wincing as rocks and sticks dig into my knees, and wait for him to turn around.
My heart races wildly.Let me please you,I silently chant into the ether, hoping that the message reaches him. Dasan turns, his eyes meeting mine and a small, amused smile on his face.
“Shiv,” he murmurs, sending chills down my spine. Fuck, I’ve missed his voice sounding like that. The way he says my name.
He’s still naked, so I have an uninterrupted view of his body. Lean, toned, smooth. The moon shines off his dark hair, which falls loosely around his shoulders. It also glints off the two pieces of metal—one in his navel and one in his dick.
I can’t find words, though. I stare beseechingly into his eyes, begging him to know what I want.
Dasan closes the distance between us and pushes his fingers into my hair. Right in front of my eyes, his dick grows and hardens. Mine follows as need fills me. God, I want to ride that thing again. I want him to take me just like he did in the hotel room.
“What’re you doing here, Shiv?” he murmurs. “What do you want?”
My eyes flick up to his then back to his cock. How can I not watch as it gets hard? It’s a work of art in any state, but fuck, when it’s hard? Monuments should be built to it.
“You want to suck my dick, Shiv?”
I lick my lips, nodding. Yes. I definitely want to do that.
“Then open your mouth.”
I do, and his cock pushes inside. I’m immediately greeted with the slight taste of piss, which makes me wince, but it’s soon gone. Now, all I taste is his skin and the hints of arousal that leak from him. I’m not well adept at sucking a dick since he’s my only experience. All I know how to do is suck.
So I do. I suck with all the intensity I can, listening to the way he moans as he gently pulls his dick out and pushes it back in. He doesn’t hit the back of my throat because he’s mindful of me. Besides, the sound of someone gagging might cause someone from camp to investigate.
“That’s it, Shiv,” he grunts. “Fuck. So good at that.” His hands tighten in my hair, and I relax for him, letting him move me however he wants.
I’m startled when he pulls his dick out and yanks me to my feet. My inhale is sharp from the sting of my hair being pulled. My gasp is swallowed by his mouth on mine as he takes me into his arms.
Yes. Take my breath. My soul.
I wiggle in his hold as his hands drop to my ass. Unlike my team, I’m dressed in shorts and a tank. That doesn’t stop him from pushing his hands inside my shorts and squeezing my bare ass cheeks.
My cock throbs when Dasan bites my lip. “You hard for me, Shiv?” he asks, and his free hand comes around to grip my hard dick. Whimpering, I nod.
He takes a breath. “What I wouldn’t give to be inside your body,” he murmurs, kissing along my neck as he toys with both my back and front.
“Yes,” I gasp, my hands balling into a fist. “Please.”
“I don’t have anything with me. If I thought for a second you’d follow me, I’d have grabbed a condom and lube, but I thought you were sleeping.”
I whine like a damn dog. “Please,” I whisper.
“You want to be on my dick, Shiv? Is that what you want?”
