“Okay, okay,” he mutters, moving his hand back over my mouth. “Time to sleep.”
“I’m not tired,” I huff, kicking my feet in the bag.
There’s a small pause. “Then tell me a story,” he murmurs.
I hesitate—because his voice sounds softer now, different. Like he’s drifting to sleep, and I’m here to comforthim.
So I do. It’s one I know like the back of my hand. I tell him the story of a kid named Jason who goes to Camp Crystal Lake one summer.
His breathing evens out as I speak, and I wonder if he's falling asleep or just pretending. I wonder what he’d do if I guided my hands over his body. Would he freak out? Call my mom? Take us home? Beat me up? He doesn’t seem like the type. But, still—I wonder why the hell I’m even wondering that. And more importantly, why is it starting to feel like I don’t want this weekend to end?
6
Brad
I’ve neverfelt hotter than I do right now.
I moan, pressing my mouth against his. He’s hot too. But, it’s notbad,hot.It’s…cozy.Warm. Like the type of heat you get from a cozy fire during Christmas.
His body is so pressed against mine, it’s like we’re molded together. His lips taste sweet as his hand pumps my dick, leisurely. Man, it’sso warmin here. But, I don’t want him to stop. The pressure is building, and it feels too good to stop now. I want it so badly. I glance down at the length of him, resting warm and heavy against my thigh. The sight of it makes my mouth water. I’ve never touched a dick before… But, I want to touchhis. I’ve never seen something more perfect.
“You want to touch me?” His voice is breathy and sounds so sweet in my ears. Like honey. When did he get so sweet and beautiful? His aura is so bright and shiny right now. It pours over me, surrounds me and swallows me whole.
“Yes,” I groan, his fist tightening around my dick.
“How badly?” His pace picks up, making my legs tremble and my toes curl. I won’t be able to last much longer when he handles me like that.
“I want to touch you sofuckingbad, Noah,” I groan, tilting my hips into his fist.
“Touch me.Please,” he answers. The permission on his lips sets me free. I reach for his dick, letting it fill my fist and squeeze.
Hard.
“Ow!”
Suddenly, my eyes whip open. Everything comes into focus as I take in what’s around me.
I’m still in the hot tent, only now the colors are muted. Morereal. Panic floods me as I take in what I’m doing. Not only is my hand digging into Noah’s waist, but my face is buried in his fucking hair. And worst of all? My dick is pressed against his ass.
Mortified, I immediately remove my hand, and back up as much as I can. I need to remove myself as quickly as possible from this scenario. For all I know, I’ve been grinding against him in my sleep for God knows how long.
Thank goodness I chose to sleep in jeans last night; otherwise, that could have been even worse.
Noah shifts slightly, rolling onto his stomach as soon as I squeeze out of the sleeping bag. Quietly, I grab my duffel bag and make my way out of the tent.
Stepping out onto the warm grass, I’m amazed at how bright the outside is. We must’ve slept in since the sun is high in the sky.
Fresh air will do me some good. I take a big deep breath, squeezing my aching hard dick and willing it to go down. I can’t believe this. I was full on, having asexdream…about myfiancée's son.
This isn’t okay. My mind turns and turns as I pace back and forth.
What if he woke up? What if he could tell what was going on? Fuck—what if I wasmoaningout loud?
I stop in my tracks and grab the waistline of my pants to take a peek inside. Yup, just as I thought. Pre-cum is streaked all over the inside of my boxers. This is a mess.I’ma mess.
“Hey,” That smooth voice of his cuts through my loud thoughts.
I turn quickly to see him standing there, scratching the back of his neck and squinting from the bright sun. His dark hair is unruly, his cheeks are flushed. “You’re up early.” He yawns, stretching his arms out. His muscles are all on display. I can feel my dick thicken back up at the sight of it all. Dammit. I’m insomuch fucking trouble.
