24. Elliott #4
“You know what else is good about cold chicken?” I asked.
Jet’s mouth was swollen and wet. So tempting. “What?” he asked a little breathlessly.
“You don’t have to heat it up after a long make-out session.”
“Do we really want to talk about chicken right now?” Jet asked, moving both of our plates to the nearby counter and advancing on me, his dark eyes clearly conveying his naughty intentions.
Greedily, I grabbed the bottom of his shirt and tugged it up over his head.
Jet’s body was unbelievable, etched with muscles and sinew that I longed to touch.
Running my palms over his shoulders, my fingertips met at the base of his neck before skating down his long spine and separating again to run around the soft skin of his waist and to his tight abdominals and continuing up to the center of his broad chest.
As my hands passed over his skin, Jet’s breathing quickened and grew louder. When I dipped my head and took his right nipple between my lips, he closed his eyes and let out a long moan. I nipped the bud between my teeth and then sucked.
Jet didn’t let me linger long, reaching for the waist of my shorts and tugging them down.
I lifted my ass so he could remove them, then leaned in and blew over the wet flesh of his nipple before attacking it again.
Finally, Jet pushed me onto my back and looked down at my cock standing up against my abdomen. When he licked the head, I cried out, arching my back.
Jet sucked the pre-cum that pearled on the tip of my cockhead, then enveloped my cock with his warm mouth. Clutching my back, he sucked until I grabbed hold of the bedclothes and clenched my teeth.
“J-J-Jet,” I stammered. “I-I-I’m g-going t-to…”
My spine stiffened as a rush of pure pleasure rattled my bones. I could hear Jet swallowing as I rode the peak of my orgasm.
“Fuck!” I shouted a moment later when he wringed a second, weaker climax out of me. When I lifted my head, Jet was watching me as he licked the last of my cum from his lips.
We were both half-dressed, and I set about remedying that by pulling off my shirt and ordering him to lose his shorts. Then, I lay back on the bed and spread my legs for him.
Jet’s gaze zeroed in on the tang oozing from between my legs onto the bed, his long cock twitching where it rose from the patch of dark hair between his legs.
I wanted him inside me so badly.
With a needy groan, I reached between my legs and fingered my wet hole, whining,
“Je-e-et…”
“You are…so…incredibly sexy,” Jet said in a sultry voice that brought more tang spilling out of my body.
Flipping over on the bed, I presented him with my ass, reaching back with both hands and parting my cheeks for him.
I didn’t even have time to take another breath before he was lapping at my sensitive hole with the flat of his tongue.
“Aaa-ah!”
Unable to hold myself up anymore, I face-planted on the bed while Jet’s devilish tongue continued to swirl over and around my aching hole, the camper filling with the sounds of enthusiastic slurping and swallowing.
Jet’s fingers gripped my buttocks, kneading the tight globes as he ate me out. It felt so good, I couldn’t think.
“Jet…I need—“ When Jet’s tongue made its way inside me, I lost it.
“Fu-uck!”
On his knees, he began punching the tip of his tongue into me over and over again, not stopping until I was shaking all over and sobbing into the mattress. Then I felt him rise to his knees, and the next thing I knew, he was pushing the head of his cock past the tight ring of my anus.
“It’s so…hot inside you,“ Jet gasped out before pushing in a little more and a little more, until finally, his abs met my ass.
When Jet pulled part-way out and then slammed home, I moaned.
He did it again and again, hitting my prostate and making me squirm and push back against him.
After a while, he switched angles to push his cock upward, lifting my knees off the bed with every thrust and forcing me to anchor myself by putting my hands on the wall.
Jet fucked me so long, I lost track of time. My body shook with orgasm after orgasm as he relentlessly hit the most sensitive part inside me, causing my breath to stutter in my throat. He filled me with his warm fluid until it spilled out around his cock, coating my thighs and the bed.
Jet draped his body over mine, pushing me flat on the sheet, and gripped my hands in his before switching to shallow, gentle thrusts. I felt our connection so keenly, it squeezed my heart.
“Why are you crying?” he asked, kissing the nape of my neck.
“You’ve killed me,” I whispered.
I felt him laugh against my back.
“Glad you find my murder so funny,” I said faintly. I couldn’t move.
Jet continued to slowly pump in and out of me until I felt him tremble and suck in a sharp breath. Seconds later, he spilled inside me again. As he wasn’t in rut, he hadn’t produced a knot, so we weren’t tied together.
Lifting himself off me, he rolled to his side, letting the cool air chill my back. We lay like that for a few minutes until we regained our strength.
“Are we going to have to do the walk of shame to Jackson’s door and ask for more sheets?” I inquired, rolling onto my side to face him.
Jet eased off the bed and began looking around.
“Ah ha!” he said, pulling extra sheets from the drawer built underneath the bed.
Scrambling up, I pulled off the dirty linens and we quickly remade the bed.
“We need to wash.” Looking over my shoulder, I eyed the tiny bathroom with a built-in shower over the toilet and a drain on the floor. “Oh, no way.”
“Let’s go use the hose,” Jet suggested. “It’s dark out—no one will see us.”
I followed him outside. Giggling, we sprinted naked to the hose hook-up at the side of the house.
I had to hold my breath when the cold water first hit me.
While Jet held the hose for me, I washed up as fast as I could, then took it from him and laughed when he did a little dance when the cold water splashed onto him.
Back in the camper, we dried off, crawled onto the freshly-made bed, and fell asleep in each other’s arms.