We continue to tease each other with the glorious slip and slide of hard against soft. I would be embarrassed about the lewd sounds our bodies are creating together, but it only makes it hotter, somehow. His movements start to get more vigorous, and with every pass of his hot, stiff cock against my sensitive clit I get closer to coming again. Little sparks of pleasure start to fire off under my skin, and just as I’m teetering for the second time in an embarrassingly short span, I tilt my hips to get a better angle and his dick slips completely inside me on the next thrust. I've never felt so full, and the throb of his twitching cock inside me sends me over the edge with a high-pitched moan. I can just about hear his low rumbling groan in response as I shatter around him, my vision going spotty.
As I come down for a second time, I realise he’s still sheathed inside me and his arms are trembling.
Breathing heavily, I try to make my brain function enough to apologise, but I'm still having aftershocks from my orgasm. “Brad,” I whisper. Or moan. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to...I was just lost in the feeling and instinct took over and?—”
His eyes snap to mine and his voice is shaky when he says, “No, you have nothing to apologise for. Shari, I'm so fucking sorry, I couldn't stop it from happening. It just took mecompletely by surprise and you feel so good and fuuuuck!” He drops his forehead to my chest and rolls his head from side to side, “I’m sorry.”
“I don't understand. What are you sorry for?”
He lifts his head, and his eyes are full of remorse. “I came inside you. I couldn't stop it. Are...are you ok?”
“You came? But you're still hard,” I squeeze my inner walls to check and he groans again, sounding like he's in pain. “Sorry! Sorry. Look, I'm the one who changed the angle and caused the…slip. You didn't do anything wrong.” He still looks remorseful, so I add, “I can’t get pregnant anyways if that's what you're worried about. You’d better be fucking clean, though, or I swear I will hunt you down, Brad.”
I run my hands from where they were gripping his shoulders, down over his muscular back to grab his perfectly round ass.Man, I love a bubble butt.
His strangled laugh and mumbled “I’m clean, I swear,” are all I get before he kisses me. Slowly, tenderly. We make out like that for a small eternity because what even is time right now? I suddenly realise he hasn’t pulled out of me yet because I definitely feel it when he starts up with some small thrusts, having apparently never softened.Well, hot damn, the stamina of a younger man really is no joke!
“Really? Again?” I squeak, because apparently that's just how I sound when I'm around this man.
I feel his smile against my lips as his gravelly voice agrees, “Again.”
3
IT’S A CONUNDRUM
SHARI
I wake abruptlyto the sounds of people moving around outside the tent. I can't tell what time it is because it looks pretty light through the canvas, but it could easily only be six a.m.
A muscular arm tightens around my waist and I'm pulled back into a warm, hard body. With an extra-hard part now nestled firmly between my bum cheeks. Brad nuzzles my hair and his raspy voice vibrates through my chest. “Go back to sleep, it's too early. Unless you want orgasm number five?” He rolls his hips against my backside.Damn, how is he always just ready to go?
“Too tired,” I grunt. “What time is it? We need to get back to my tent before nine. And I need to pee. But also I don't want to go out there and face all your friends. It's a conundrum.”
He groans and stands up to pull on a t-shirt and sweatpants, then helps me up from the sleeping pad. As I'm about to question him, he slips his hoodie over my head, has me thread my arms through the sleeves, and all but drags me out of thetent. Thankfully, the hem is so long on me no one can see my bare arse.
Most of the people that are up seem to be getting ready to work – they're not all bar staff, hence the differing shifts – so we just get some bleary-eyed smiles and nods as we make our way to the toilets. It feels less like a walk of shame with Brad holding my hand.
Bladder evacuated and hands washed, we start making our way to the glamping tents where my friends are. I'm suddenly very conscious of the fact that I'm wearing nothing under this hoodie, and keep holding the hem down against my thighs as we walk. Especially, when we start walking through the sea of cream-coloured tents for guests, because people.
When we get to my tent, the opening is already unzipped and Elle is sitting inside doing her makeup.
“Morning babe!” If eyes could smirk, that’s what hers would be doing. “How did you sleep?”
“Didyou sleep is the real question,” Jaime's voice pipes up from behind us, sounding fairly gruff.
Pretty sure my face is a shade of pink you don't normally see on olive skin. “We slept. A bit,” I clear my throat. “Where's Max?”
“Grabbing the biggest coffee known to man to try and stave off her hangover.” Jaime eyes me for a moment. “So I take it you're staying since you don’t seem to have your clothes with you?”
“Oh shit, I can’t believe I forgot my clothes! Um,” we hadn't actually discussed me staying past last night. My eyes flick to Brad nervously, and I’m just about to ask him if he’ll go back and get my outfit from his tent for me when he smiles. And once again, I’m struck dumb at how beautiful he is, even after minimal sleep.
Grabbing my hand, he gives it a little shake. “I’d like you to stay. My shift doesn't start ’til four this afternoon so I can take you into town in a bit to get whatever you need to spend the weekend.”
“The weekend? Like, thewholeweekend?” I squeak. Gotta stop doing that.
“Well, yeah. I'll drive you home Monday morning. I'm working the whole festival.”
“I can't. I have to be at work for half-eight on Monday.”
