Chapter 28
TWENTY-EIGHT
INDY
Ithink I could kiss Summer all day long and never grow tired of it.
Her mouth moves in tandem with mine, so attuned to each other, though I still know very little about her. Climbing on top of her, I straddle her thighs and moan when she nips at my lip.
“Keep it up, Honey and I just might have to fuck you.”
“If that’s supposed to be a threat, it’s not a very good one,” I giggle.
“It’s a promise.”
Moaning into her kiss, I hold myself up with one arm and tangle my hand into her hair. Running my fingers over the shaved part at the back of her head, I enjoy the way it feels. She must too, because before I know it, she’s flipping me onto my back and ripping her shirt off.
There’s only a second of separation before she’s kissing me again as her hand reaches up, thumb wrapping around my jaw while her fingers cup my neck. Peppering my jaw with kisses, she works herself lower, leaving a trail of kisses down my neck to the top of my shirt.
Tugging at the hem, she helps me out of it, discarding it to the floor. My bra goes next. She pops the clasps faster than I can think, and slowly pulls each strap down my arms allowing my breasts to spill free.
“Fuck, I love these,” she groans, licking and sucking my nipples while she undoes my jeans. Because of where the jeans hit on my hips they leave indents in my skin, and she kisses along the red line. “And this,” she grabs fistfuls of my stomach, making my whole body burn with need.
Tearing my jeans off, she looks down at me, almost completely nude. “You’re so fucking stunning, Honey.”
Her eyes devour me, and when she kneels by my legs and bends over, her teeth graze my pussy over the cotton of my panties until she’s grabbing the waistline with her teeth and peeling the fabric down my legs. I can’t help the moan that rips from my throat as she wastes no time diving into my cunt.
Her tongue attacks my clit and her finger presses into my pussy. Arching my back, I enjoy the way she moves her mouth over me, how she works her fingers, stretching me open.
“I can’t wait to shove my cock in your perfect pussy, Honey.” She growls into me as I writhe beneath her.
When I’m close, walls squeezing around her fingers, teetering on the edge of bliss, she pulls free and walks to the closet.
“Wha–”
“Patience, you’ll enjoy this.” Pulling a few things from inside the closet, she walks back over to me and removes her clothes so she’s just as naked as I am.
My eyes threaten to pop out of my head as she pulls on the leather straps of the harness, and buckles them around her hips. The hips that I want to run my tongue over, the dip of muscles there driving me wild.
“Do you think you can take it, baby girl?” She rumbles, attaching a purple dildo to the strap. It’s not unreasonably sized, and fuck knows I’d do anything she asks if it means she’ll fuck me with it until I come.
“Please,” I whimper, rubbing my legs together, desperate for something, anything to release the pressure built there.
She tuts, “Well, that won’t do.”
“Please,” I try again, spreading my legs wide and earning a grin.
“That’s my good little slut,” she praises, crawling up my legs and positioning herself at my entrance. “Now, take my cock like the perfect whore I know you are, and scream for me.”
She snaps her hips, and as slick as I am, the dildo rockets forward filling me up and sending my back off the bed. Summer wraps an arm under my back and keeps me lifted as she rolls her body, making the cock move so deliciously inside of me.
Bending down, she captures one of my nipples in her mouth, tugging on the sensitive bud and sending me spiraling. Sparks fly down my spine, as my orgasm tumbles through me taking us both by surprise.
“Oh yes, fuck!” I shout, “Summer, more. I’m gonna–oh, oh–”
“Are you gonna come again, Honey? Show me just how much you enjoy my cock in your cunt?” Her words are like music to my ears as she drives me impossibly higher.
She pulls out, just as my body tightens and I whimper, “No, why?”
“Turn over.”
I do as she commands, enjoying the way she takes charge. Craving it, really.
When I’m in the position she wants, she pulls my ass into the air. Her hand cracks down on one of my cheeks, and then she’s massaging it. “God, look at you, how fucking soaked you are. You turn such a pretty shade of pink.”
Moaning into the pillow, I wiggle my ass. “Please, Summer.” I’ve never been fucked like this before, and I’m not sure I’ll ever go back.
“Such a sweet girl, begging for my cock,” she says, thrusting into my pussy in a slow rhythm that makes my eyes roll. It feels tighter now, and I throw my head back, hair spilling over my bare back. “Do you want me to pull your hair, Honey? Make you scream while I fist your hair?”
“Yessss,” I groan as she moves deeper inside of me.
True to her word, she wraps my hair around her fist and tugs. The dildo slips free of my pussy, leaving me feeling empty and I whine.
“That ass is so big, so fucking plump and ready to be smacked again,” she whispers, “I’ll have to get a bigger cock for next time.”
Hearing her making plans for next time sends tingles down my whole body. My skin pebbles and she sucks on my neck, reaching down with her fingers to play with my clit, alternating between fucking me with her fingers and rubbing hard circles on my clit.
“For now, I wanna see your ass bounce on my cock,” she murmurs against my skin, pushing me back down onto my elbows.
Pressing inside, she lets out a whistle, “You’re ass is flawless, Honey. One day I’ll fuck both of your holes while you enjoy every filthy second.”
“Mhmm,” I mumble. I’d agree to just about anything at this point as long as she lets me come again.
Reaching around with her other hand she pinches my clit, making me see stars.
“Ahhh,” I screech, enjoying the way her lips spread over my shoulder.
“Come again for me, Honey.” She whispers in my ear.
Our skin slaps together as she sits up and pounds into me, her breathing’s heavy and soon she’s smacking my ass again. “Come on, baby girl. I know you can.”
With her name falling from my lips, I do. I scream her name as my body ignites and all my muscles lock up. When she’s satisfied with her work we collapse beside each other and soon, I’m drifting off without any worries.
Waking up naked and tangled in Summer’s bed should feel foreign, but it doesn’t. It feels natural, which gives me pause. Besides being insanely attracted to her, I know very little about her, and with everything going on at the camp I’m shocked I was able to let my guard down like this.
She’s asleep beside me, her breaths are even, and she looks peaceful. Her glasses are neatly folded on the nightstand and she must have changed after I passed out because she’s back in a sports bra and shorts.
Slipping out from under her, I head into the bathroom and clean up. I need a shower, but I won’t do that here. I don’t want to wake her up, at least not yet. Torn between deciding to leave or stay, I spot her notebook on the desk.
I know I shouldn’t snoop, but I can’t help myself. I want to know her. I want the opportunity to get to know her, but after hearing how she won’t give even her half-brother that much, I have little hope. If all I ever get is this stolen opportunity peek into her mind, I’m taking it.
Opening the cover, there are drawings of gardens, buildings in town I recognize.
Pretty, detailed drawings, in black and white.
She told me she’s never monetized her art but she could easily sell these, they’re amazing.
Flipping through more of the same places, I stop when the settings start to change.
The Honey Hut surrounded by wildflowers fills a whole page, and I almost shed a tear at the breathtaking way she’s captured it.
Turning the page, my heart stalls in my chest as my own face stares back at me in vivid black and white. It’s so realistic it’s almost like looking in a mirror, my eyes even feel like they’re alive. The early morning sunlight that streams through the window shines on the image, impossibly lifelike.
“What are you doing?” Summer’s voice is filled with sleep.
Slamming the book shut, I search around for my clothes and pretend I didn’t just snoop through her magnificent talent.
“Getting dressed,” I mumble, scared to look at her and have my face give me away. “I’ve got to get home and shower.”
She lays back on the bed, and sighs. “I know you were looking at my sketches, Honey.”
My first instinct is to deny it, but if I want the opportunity to dig under her layers, I need to be honest first.
“You’re really talented,” I admit.
“Mhmm,” she hums noncommittally.
Turning around to face her once I’ve gotten my jeans on, I search for my bra. She holds it up dangling off one finger. “Though, I’m keeping your panties.”
That’s why I couldn’t find them.
“Something to remember me by?” I tease.
She stands, stretching those beautiful muscles and places a kiss on my cheek. “Until next time, Honey.”
Then she’s gone, into the bathroom, shutting the door behind her.