“Perfect,” He whimpered, letting his lips curve as he forced a smile. “I just couldn’t wait anymore.” I let go of his dick as he repositioned himself, using his arms as leverage as he got into the perfect position to ride me. “Now, sit back and watch me fuck myself on your fat cock.”
And that I did. My hands went back to his hips as he started rolling up and down my dick, shockwaves of intense pleasure building centers of ecstasy throughout the rest of my body. I could feel the warmth of him from the top of my head to the curled toes I had as he kept slamming himself up and down my dick. Lincoln wanted my cock and he made no intentions to the contrary. He was aggressive, growling at every prod my dick made against his prostate, letting me know that he wasvery goodat finding the best angle to cause us both to unravel.
I wasn’t going to last at this rate. Between it being a while since that last time I’d had an orgasm that didn’t involve my own fingers wrapped around my cock and the way Lincoln was ridingme like I was a prized stallion hellbent on giving him nothing but excruciating sexual gratification was letting me see sparks behind my eyelids. I could feel the tension in my body closing in, and I wanted nothing more than to let go. But I also wanted to show Lincoln a good time.
When I opened my eyes again, Lincoln was staring down at me like he knew exactly how wild he was driving me, and how close he was getting me. My hands at his hips gnawed at his flesh, squeezing them hard as the pressure at the core of my very being started to burn bright.
“I’m getting real close.”
“Yeah?” Lincoln’s words were breathy and assured of himself. He was throwing it back hard and fluid now and I was a fucking goner. “Gonna come from me riding you, baby?”
“Yes,” I whimpered, my legs shaking as the white hot pleasure trembled from within me. “Fuck, Lincoln, I’m gonna come.”
“Do it.” He reached down between his legs and started furiously jacking himself in tune with the unwavering roll of his hips as he continued his ride. “Come with me, Krueger.”
My name lodged in his throat was my final straw, slamming my hips upward to meet his thrusts in quick succession. My jaw slacked as my orgasm ripped through me like scissors through denim, jagged and uneven. Just when I thought I was coming down from filling the condom, Lincoln stopped moving and let his own orgasm run free, long lines of his arousal painting my pecs and chest and stomach. I’d never seen a guy come so much before, and it only added to what felt like the second coming of my prolonged load as his ass tightened around my dick. We succumbed to the pleasure together, hot breaths of coming down swirling between us.
With the rise and fall of heavy chests, we stared at each other in amazement. I chuckled lightly, slapping one of his cheeks as he yelped and giggled.
“That was…really fucking hot.” I nodded.
“Fuck yeah it was.” Lincoln admitted, teasing me by rolling up and down my dick one last time, squeezing my dick of the last of what I had to give. The condom had to be ready to burst at this point. “I’ve never come that much before.”
“I’ll take that as a compliment, I guess.”
“You should.” He chuckled back, leaning down to kiss my lips as he was quick to avoid the mess he’d made all over my torso. “You can stay the night if you want.”
“I think I might.”
As we kissed again, my hands rubbing up and down his beautiful ass, I realized I probably shouldn’t stay in case things got mixed up about what this was between us. But the truth was that after the intense exchange we’d just burdened together, I sure as fuck wasn’t going to make the trek back to the RV.
No, it would be fine. I was too content running my hands over Lincoln’s beautiful body to care about the future ramifications. Tomorrow Krueger could deal with that. Right now, I was kissing a hot guy after we’d blown our loads together. That was enough for me.
Chapter 5
Sneakingout of Lincoln's tent in the middle of the night hadn't been the plan initially, but that's exactly what I'd done. His invitation to stay the night was great, but after the oxytocin high wore off like a cheap cologne, I realized that I really didn't want to spend the night or send the message that what we'd done had been more than what it was.
I didn't think that made me a bad guy. We had fun and it was great. But I was leaving Phoebe in a couple weeks so there was no point in getting attached when I was leaving the state and going back to Virginia after the Hell-O-Ween festival. So, after we'd talked for a bit and exchanged numbers, we'd gone to bed. I waited over an hour after he fell asleep to make sure he was properly out, and I snuck back to the RV.
Okay, maybe Ishouldn'thave snuck out and just told him that I was gonna head back. I felt like I couldn't really do that without eradicating the great time we'd had. Maybe that was selfish of me, but there really wasn't a price I wouldn't pay to sleep in my own bed.
The next morning I was tumbling the events in my head while my sister and I went into town to gather supplies. We'd already acquired things like a tarp to set up a little porch areajust outside the RV, a new set of string lights that would help illuminate said area after our trip in South Carolina had fried the last set, and gathering some new clothes and toiletries that we'd been low on.
Now we were perusing the local farmer's market, trying to find some fresh local food that we could properly store in the RV. It was a lovely Saturday morning with the perfect amount of chill in the autumn air, a breeze deciding to delight us with its presence every couple minutes or so. There was a low bustle of conversation and haggling from the customers and sellers throughout the dedicated market. Myers was debating on whether we needed a vibrant red jar of pepper jelly that she was eyeing when I felt my phone vibrate in the pocket of my jeans.
“I just made that last night!” pipped the young blonde woman behind the stand full of varying types of jelly and marmalades. “I used a blend of jalapeños and habaneros for that one,” she gestured toward the one dancing along Myers' fingers. “So the heat really builds!”
“That's great.” Myers said back with a wide berth pulling her lips taut.
I looked down to reassess the reason behind my phone's vibration. A sigh danced over the ridges of my lips as I realized that it was Lincoln.
I had a great time last night. Let me know if you're up for it again, anytime ??
Myers noticed my sigh and the glare I was giving my phone as I hesitated on whether or not I should reply.
“That Lincoln?”
“Yeah.” I said with lead weighing my tone down. “He wants to hookup again.”
