He always moved so fluidly—smooth, powerful, and confident.
He stepped right in front of my chair, looking down with his thick dark eyelashes and smirk. He was almost too close. I tried to pretend his crotch wasn’t at head level but it was hard when he was practically shoving it in my face.
He reached out with both hands, holding my face gently... right in front of his pant’s zipper. My tongue darted over my lips and I looked up. Did he even realize what he was doing? Was this him teasing me? One corner of his mouth tipped up in a little smirk. Hehadto know my face was two inches from him.
“I’ll always support you, Ava. I’m always here for you.” He held my gaze. My eyes tried to dip to his crotch and I had to bite my lip to stop myself from looking.
“Thank you,” I breathed out before swallowing hard. This was too much, I needed a cold shower. “You’re the greatest friend I could hope for.”
His smirk dropped, a look of annoyance coming over his face as he pulled back. He walked to his chair and flopped down.
“Yep,” he grumbled, picking up and thrusting a long stick into the fire to poke at it aggressively. I frowned. His attitude was throwing me off. His emotions seemed a bit all over the place since we got here.
“Oh, I want a pokey stick! We can use them for smores later!” I said, trying to brighten the sudden strange mood.
I leaned forward to peer at the other campsite, wondering if they might join us eventually. They noticed me looking and eyed me back. Then they leaned closer together and began talking,stilllooking at me.
I bristled and quickly looked away, uncomfortable they were so obviously talking about me.
7
“Ava, why don’t you come sit on my lap?” I asked with a cheeky smirk. The hotdog was halfway to her mouth when it stopped and she gave me a wide-eyed look. I could almost see the words in her head--is he joking, is he serious? I patted my knee and smiled wider. Her eyes drank in the expression.
Yes, Ava, be lulled by my face—come in close. Also, be careful because I bite. My tongue rolled over my teeth as I thought about her thighs. I’d love to sink my teeth into those—bury my face in, drag my tongue up, and chomp. Ava had suchdeliciousthighs.
“Stop joking around,” Ava said with a nervous chuckle.
“I’m not. Come on, right here,” I said, brushing my hand over my crotch and gripping myself a moment. Her eyes widened in shock. Oops. “I’m cold,” I said with a wink. Her eyes swept around the camp like there might be someone to help guide her on what to do. She munched the rest of the hot dog while eyeing me. I kept patting my knee and smiling.
“I guess…” she finally said, sliding off her chair and coming over to me.Fuck yes. She sat on my knee and I wrapped my arms around her, pulling her in closer, until I could feel the cheeks of her ass pressing heavy on my cock. I loved the pressure. I wish she would grind in, bruise my balls with her weight.
“I don’t know how you’re cold,” she said, sucking in a sharp breath as I squeezed her tightly.
“You smell good,” I mumbled against her back, inhaling her.
“I do?” Her breathy voice made me excited. I ran my hands up and down her thighs while my face stayed pressed into her back. Up and down, my fingers inching higher each time. Her legs started to spread wider and I had to inhale a groan that tried to escape.
She leaned back against my chest. I looked over her shoulder at her body draped on mine. She was beautiful in the campfire’s light. My face turned into her neck and I closed my eyes, brushing my lips against her neck but not really kissing it. My fingers dragged back up her thighs and her legs spread wider, her breath hitching as my thumbs briefly slid below her shorts.
A little golf cart beeped at the front of our campsite. Ava startled, her legs closing back up. My teeth ground together and I nearly dropped Ava on her ass and chased the motherfucker through the woods. I could imagine him wailing in terror all through the mountains while I flashed my teeth behind him.
Ava peeled herself off my lap. I flung my head back and groaned as she walked over to the man. He was telling her about campfire stories by the time I came over. I put my arm over her shoulder and rubbed her arm.
“Campfire stories?” I asked in annoyance. The ranger nodded in excitement. He was a middle-aged man with wrinkles around his eyes.
Brandon and Matthias trotted up and listened in. Their moods seemed better now that evening had arrived. Good for them. They could take their good attitudes back to civilization and leave me all alone with Ava.
“I like to tell stories when there’s a nice group around,” the ranger continued. He had a thick country accent. He looked at us with hopeful eyes. I turned to Ava to see what she wanted to do. It was very unlikely she wanted to join in. Campfire stories sounded suspiciously like scary stories that involved everything she hated.
“Absolutely. We wouldalllove to,” Brandon interjected quickly. He was smiling at Ava who looked annoyed. My eyebrows pinched.
“Great!” The ranger said with a broad smile, clearly excited. “Head on over then. The fire is already going at campsite number three. Bring your chairs and s’more supplies if you want them.” He began driving off. “Hope you like scary stories!” He called out and Ava made a face of disgust that was so cute I couldn’t help but laugh. I reached out and pulled her into a hug, kissing the top of her head.
“You can’t avoid the strange,” I said in entertainment. Brandon gave a mean smirk and trailed back to his camp to collect their chairs with Matthias. I frowned but let it go, going to collect our own chairs and s’more supplies.
“My mom might be pleased to hear the calling is still finding a way into my life even out in the woods,” Ava said sarcastically.
“Ah yes, the Luna family calling,” I said with affection, grabbing the folded chair from Ava and shoving it under my arm with my own.
