My cock is a hunting cat, and she’s just woken it up. I groan and reach down, fisting it and giving a long, leisurely stroke.
She steps back. Clears her throat. Turns away, turns back.
“Hurry up.”
Flustered. Beautifully flustered. That pink on her cheeks…does it go everywhere?
I groan and grab my cock by the base harder, tighter, stroking it faster. Her eyes follow my movements, and then she tears her gaze away.
“Want to get on your knees?”
She whips around, furious, about to open her mouth and rip into me, as she should, but Kota saves the day and drops to his knees in front of me.
“You really are a dick,” he whispers up at me. “I know that wasn’t for me.”
“I know,” I moan and thrust my cock into his throat.
I close my eyes and groan, putting on a show for her. Three more seconds pass before I hear her stomp away, and I’m annoyed at how disappointed I am. We rejected her. We don’t want her.
So, why is the thought of turning her tanned skin red such a damn turn on?
Dakota is cleaning up when Cyn appears.
“Bonnie says we need to go so hurry up. Stop slobbering on Rory’s cock and let's go climb mountains.”
“I don’t want to,” I whine.
“Well, go the fuck home, then,” Cyn snaps. “I’m sick of your moody attitude. It’s beautiful out here, and we have a mission to do.”
I glower at him, but he’s right. The minute we arrived here, and I saw her, my whole attitude took a dive.
Cyn stays with me, lecturing me like a mother hen. When we get back up to the trail, Bonnie is colder than ice, and I really don’t blame her.
Still, one fierce glare from her, and my cock rises to the challenge.
“What is wrong with you?” Cyn hisses.
I grit my teeth and ignore it. “Its not like I can control it, it’s just happening.”
“Well, fucking hell, think of Nanna Mildred in her lace garter.”
I shudder, but no sooner do I picture that than the picture morphs, and now it's Bonnie in a beautiful pale blue corset with lace cups for her breasts and delicate garters with thigh high white stockings and a scrap of material barely covering her pussy.
“Oh, shit.”
Cyn purses his lips. “You’re so fucking sick, Rory.”
I ignore him, counting my steps, refusing to look up, refusing to breathe too deep. One step after another. I pretend I can’t hear her. I just follow.
Finally, we stop for the night, and I immediately go to fetch wood. I sag and sit down on a log when she appears, stalking up to me, all bright eyes and furious scowl, and my god, she is the single prettiest person I’ve ever seen in my life.
My cock aches, my balls ache. My whole body hurts, but I don’t let it show, even when she leans over me, breathing hard, and I’m watching the rise and fall of her chest, wondering what her nipples taste like.
I need medication.
“What is your problem?”
I look down unconsciously. When I look up, alarmed at my accidental tell, she’s followed my gaze down. One. Two. Three.
