“I want what you want,” I respond automatically.
Dasan sighs, and I remember he doesn’t like that answer. While it’s the truth, I know at this moment, he needs to hear something else, though I hatethisanswer. “Yes. I want that, Dasan.”
His hand tightens around my cock, and I thrust forward into his hand on reflex.
“You sure?” he asks.
I nod aggressively.
“Come on,” he says. I almost complain when he steps away, but Dasan grabs my hand and leads me to the shore then further and further away from camp. We’re so far that I can’t see the break in the trees anymore nor the hint of the fire.
“Undress,” he says when we stop, so I quickly shed my clothing.
He brings me into the water, moving deeper and deeper until it reaches my chest and we’re against some rocks. Dasan turns me around and begins his mastery of prepping my hole. I’m far less patient this time because I know what’s coming. This might feel good, but his dick feels much better.
The entire time he stretches my hole using nothing but the water to relieve some friction, his lips press to the back of my shoulder, my neck, and my hair. His other hand strokes my cock and tugs on my balls.
Finally, he’s pushing his dick inside me, and I grunt as I grip the rock tightly. Wow, much less smooth without lube. He’s only about halfway in when he pulls his dick back, and I loudly protest.
Laughing, Dasan turns me so my back is against the rock. He hikes me up and swings my legs over his shoulders, then he’s pushing his cock back inside me. “Before I forget,” he grunts, “I’ll pull out before I come. Promise.”
I nod as I let my head drop backward with a painfulthunk.The water isn’t enough to take the friction away as lube does, but I think I somehow feelmorethis way. Especially when he starts fucking into me for real.
“I’m going to come,” I warn. God, I didn’t know there could be so many positions that were so instantaneous.
I’m not surprised when he tells me not to come yet. Not until he’s ready for me to come. Which only makes me whine and whimper while he sends shooting pleasure shuddering through me with every strong thrust.
“Feel okay, Shiv?” he asks.
I nod. It feels like fiery pleasure with every damn invasion of his cock. How can it not feel okay?
“You’re such a slut for me, aren’t you?” he asks, and I’m mesmerized by the smile on his face. “You like my dick, don’t you? Like the way I feel?”
“I like the way you feel,” I answer.
I need to remember that he wants to know about me. Not just that I want whatever he wants from me. My desire to make him feel good is much louder than anything I want.
He leans in, folding me in half, and kisses me deeply. Dasan fucks me against the rock well into the night. I’m almost disappointed when he pulls out to come. Feeling reckless, I beg for his dick back inside me after, so I can come with him filling me.
It’s wrong and stupid and something I might regret someday, but I need the feel of him inside me as he jerks my dick. I’m not quiet when I come, so it’s fucking fortunate that we’re so far from camp.
“Good job, Shiv,” Dasan murmurs, stroking my face with his wet hand. “You come so good for me.”
I shiver and let my eyes close. Fuck my life.
CHAPTER 7
DASAN
A few months ago,I stopped by Felton’s house to check up on him and found him doing yoga. He sheepishly explained that yoga isn’t just for the body but also for meditative purposes. He’d started doing it to ease some of his stress.
Even though he was trying not to be self-conscious about this, I’ve known Felton for years. I could hear it in his voice and see it in the way his shoulders stiffened as he explained why he was doing it. Ren was just inside, and I could feel his eyes on me.
“You have a second mat?” I asked.
His eyebrows knitted together. “Uh… yes?”
“Is that a question or an answer, Fel?”
