Chapter Ten #2
Neon lights flash under some of the awnings at the campers, while others have a stripper pole on a trailer that's being dragged behind a side by side.
Everyone waves as we ride past and something about this place just feels right.
These are our people. Even if I have seen more titties today than I possibly have in my entire life.
We make the loop in the back right-hand side of the campground and when we're on our way out of that loop, there's a thick patch of mud.
As soon as the front tire hits it, the bike flawlessly and effortlessly slips out from underneath us, planting us both firmly on our side.
My entire right side and back are covered in mud and I'm laughing so fucking hard I can barely breathe. Cass jumps up in a half-panic.
"Are you okay?" he asks, inspecting the best he can in the darkness.
"Yeah, I'm okay," I say through a laugh. He offers me a hand to help me off the ground and I take it. Once I'm upright, Cass places a hand on his hip while he stares at the bike in the mud.
A few guys from one of the nearby campsites come running over and in seconds, they've got the bike back upright. Cass shakes their hands and sits back on the bike.
"Hop on, we're going to bring this back to the camp spot and walk," he says, patting the seat behind him.
We park at our RV and a few of the guys and their ol' ladies gather around one of the fold out tables. There's a pot of stew and some rice and bread sitting out and everyone's making bowls. Cass doesn't waste any time scooping some into a bowl. He's a sucker for some good home cooking.
I consider it, but the loaded cheese fries I devoured earlier are still happily in my stomach.
I walk inside the RV to fix myself another drink.
I pour a little heavy on the crown and lighter on the sprite.
When I walk back outside, I see a naked Shorty in the distance, trying to crank a little dirt bike.
The sight of his balls bouncing as he tries to kickstart that bike will forever be burned into my brain.
"Hurry up!" he calls over his shoulder to Lucy. "We're going to miss the breezy ride!" he yells with a little more urgency than I expected.
"Breezy ride?" I ask, looking at Cass. He gives me a wicked grin.
"Yeah, it's at midnight every night of the rally where every one who wants to participate gets naked and makes a lap around the campground. You'll see everyone lining up shortly. Actually, there they go now," he says, pointing to the line of motorcycle, golf carts, and side by sides.
Sure enough, everyone is naked. Everywhere I look, there's nudity.
Tits, ass and even swinging flaccid cocks.
One of the women jingles as she rides by, catching my attention.
Upon further inspection, I notice that the jingle I hear is the sound of her multiple piercings in her vagina, clanking together.
"We call her tacklebox," Cass says, elbowing me.
I stare at him in amused horror. That was entirely too many sounds at once. Both the jingle and the tidbit of information from Cass. "That's terrible!" I say, slapping his arm.
"Want to do the ride?" he asks.
I shake my head no immediately, almost giving myself whiplash. "Nope. Nuh uh."
He laughs and pulls me into his arms. "That's my girl," he whispers, kissing my neck. I lean into him and close my eyes, swaying back and forth with him as the sounds of pipes in the breezy ride resound around us.
Everyone around us has disappeared, participating in the breezy ride. The ick I feel from the mud beginning to dry on my skin is starting to set in, though.
"I'm so gross," I say, looking down at my shirt and shorts.
"Take some of those clothes off. Everyone else is naked, you can strip down to one less layer," Cass says with hooded eyes.
"Oh yeah?" I ask. I strip off my muddy tank top and shimmy out of the heavy blue jean shorts. The rain, though it didn't feel like it at the time, was a lot colder than it seemed. My skin is cool to the touch and I feel warmer once I get the wet material off me.
I set the muddy clothes on an empty table, promising to deal with them tomorrow when it's daylight and I'm sober.
Cass all but drags me inside the RV, halting abruptly when he sees Scott and Molly sprawled out on the fold out couch bed.
He giggles softly as we snake our way through the small opening to make our way to the master bed. I pause at the shower.
"I need to finish getting the dirt off me before I crawl in that bed with you," I say.
I unclasp my bra and slip my underwear off my ankles, throwing them straight into the washing machine sitting in the same room. Cass starts removing clothes and steps inside the shower with me. It's a small shower and it's so difficult to move that I shove him out. "Out, out, out!" I chant.
"I can't even just stand in there with you?" he asks, poking his bottom lip out.
"Nope. Give me two minutes, then I'm all yours," I whisper yell, slamming the door shut. Whoops. That closed harder than I anticipated. I'll apologize for waking our guests tomorrow.
I can still see Cass's silhouette outside of the distorted shower glass door. He's waiting patiently and I'm scrubbing persistently. I step out and he's holding a towel open for me.
"You're too sweet," I grin, stepping in his arms. He kisses me gently before turning us around and stepping into the shower himself.
It takes him half of the time it took me, but he was less muddy.
His blue jeans took the brunt of the mud, whereas my skin was the target.
I had a little more skin showing than he did, and by a little, I mean a lot.
I'm dried off and sprawled across the bed, waiting for Cass. Between the shower, the comfortability of the bed, the cold air condition blowing, and the alcohol, I don't make it to see Cass getting in the bed. I sleep so hard that I don't even remember Cass climbing in beside me.
Waking the next morning, there’s a painful thumping in my head.
I don't have a clue what time it is, but a sliver of daylight seeps through the cracks of the window covers in the room.
I slip out of bed to pee and stumble my way back in.
Cass stirs when I crawl back underneath the blanket, nestling in close to him.
He wraps his arm around me, and I snuggle into my favorite spot on his chest. I run my fingers through the thick hair on his chest, admiring the view.
There's just enough light in here for me to make out his features.
The tattoos that span from his shoulder to his elbow on one arm, and a full sleeve on the other.
"I want your hand tattooed," I whisper.
Cass's laughter makes my head bounce on his chest.
"That was random," he rasps.
"I have this fantasy in my mind of your hand being tattooed and wrapped around my throat," I confess.
"Consider it done," he growls, rolling to face me, his hard length poking me in the leg.
I slip my hand between us and stroke him.
I take it slow, long stroking. Teasing him.
Making his mouth part and his brows furrow together.
The look on his face when I'm pleasing him does insatiable things to me.
I tug him on top of me, my need to feel him inside of me making me impatient.
Cass obliges happily, positioning himself between my legs.
He rubs the head of his hard cock against my entrance, slowly and gently.
Back and forth. From my entrance, up to my clit, and back again.
I whimper at the sensation, my body ready and trembling.
I slip my hand between us, holding him in place while pressing against his butt with my heels. He chuckles, low and breathy as he presses into me. First, he only moves the head in and out, teasing me. Pleasing me. He rocks his hips, staying shallow.
“Fuck, Cass,” I whisper.
Without warning, the next thrust he goes all the way in. Giving me exactly what I was asking for. It feels too good.
“Yes, baby,” he grunts, repeating the same motion except now it’s a slow, long stroke as he plows all the way in and then moves almost all the way out.
I’m writhing beneath him, my orgasm so close that I can taste it. Cass keeps the rhythm steady and it’s the perfect combination. I’m about to come so fucking hard.
“Yeah!” he growls. “Are you going to come all over this hard cock?” he asks as he fucks me harder. The closer my orgasm is, the higher I climb in this feeling of euphoria.
“Yes!” I scream, my nails digging into his arm as I shatter around him.
“Harder!” I cry, my pussy clenching harder as he moves even faster.
“Fuck!” he grunts, coming with me. It’s too much. I grip at his arms to pull him closer and he’s gripping my wrists, both of us needing more of the other. He pumps his hips slower and my orgasm is still going. We’re all breath and hands and clammy grips on each other.
Cass collapses on the bed beside me, at some weird angle and we both lie here trying to catch our breath.
“My God, I came so fucking hard,” he huffs, reaching a hand out to rest on my leg. I realize my legs are still trembling, and so does Cass. He smiles wide at me and wriggles his eyebrows.
I’m riding the high of my orgasm and don’t even have it in me to fuss. I just smile and nod as he rises from the bed and heads into the bathroom.
Cass brings in the towel I dried off with last night with the corner of it wet. He shrugs a shoulder. "Best I could do."
"It'll work," I say, taking it from him and swiping it between my legs. I go pee before I brush my teeth and get dressed to face the day.
Opening the door separating the bathroom from the living room area of the RV, I peek out for any unwilling bystanders. Molly and Scott are nowhere to be found, the bed they slept on is folded back into the couch and the blankets and pillows they used are neatly folded and on the back of the couch.
I slowly press open the door of the RV and there are so many people staring up at me.
Leo, Carrie, Shorty, Lucy, and another couple that I don't know.
He's got red hair and is wearing a Lucifer's Hounds cut-off.
His ol' lady is polar opposite. She's got this classy look about her, with a brilliant smile and an innocent demeanor.
"So, you're Cass's ol' lady," he says, loud-capping me as I close the door behind me.
I nod, not ready to speak yet for the day.
"I could tell by the way these lights hanging down from the awning shook.
" He points up to the lights dangling from the awning and as if to prove his point, the one on the end is still moving ever so slightly, back and forth.
My cheeks redden instantly and I laugh with everyone else, hanging my head down.
I fix myself a cup of coffee from the coffee pot on the fold out table, in a small Styrofoam cup.
The door to the RV opens to my right and Cass walks out.
"Good morning," he says, more chipper than usual first thing in the morning.
He struts proudly to a chair beside new guy.
"Were you trying to break the poor girl in half or just trying to push her through the mattress?" he asks, tapping Cass's arm.
"I was just giving her a little love tap, Conner," Cass says, wriggling his brows.
The day is eventful, filled with bike games and some of the most intriguing contests I've witnessed.
The one that caught me most by surprise was the 'Biggest Balls' competition in which I discovered what they meant about Elephant Man.
His balls were massive and honestly, they looked like they hurt.
I'm pretty sure he should see a doctor about that.
My eyes witnessed so many new occurrences.
Topless women going down waterslides, more saggy titties than I ever cared to see, and so much rolling around naked in the mud.
A time was had. We started drinking by mid-day, took a nap, woke up, started drinking again.
Now it's almost midnight again and everyone's lining up for the breezy ride.
"Lilly! Come on!" Carrie calls as she climbs onto Leo's bike with nothing on but her boots.
I shake my head. "No ma'am. Not me."
My head is swimming, my buzz a little more than just a buzz.
I plop down in one of the folding chairs, spilling some of my drink on my leg.
The ice cold liquid makes me jump. Unbeknownst to me, Cass is an onlooker, seeing every move I make.
He drops to his knees in front of me and licks the droplets of mixed drink from my thigh.
His tongue is hot on my flesh. His hands slip beneath the confines of the thin material of my shorts. They're soft and pliable and easily moved to one side.
I grip his hair in my hand, stopping him.
"Cass, someone could see," I whisper-yell.
"They're occupied. And drunk. And busy trying not to run into each other on the breezy ride. No one is paying attention to what's going on under here," he growls, shoving against the limited restraint of my hands.
His tongue begins its assault, making a daunting circle around my clit. I'm on high alert, because we could get caught at any given moment and somehow, that makes me even more excited. His hair is damp with sweat, tangled around my fingers.
"My god, baby," I rasp in a hushed moan.
Cass hums his approval, suckling my clit into his mouth. I want to scream. I want to be so loud. I want to cum. My hips are moving in rhythm with his tongue, driving for that sweet, sweet release. He dips a finger inside of me, making my fucking toes curl.
"Yes," I hiss, feeling my orgasm building. Earth shattering, all-consuming. My orgasm wracks through me hard, leaving me breathless.
Cass comes up for air for a split second before his mouth is on mine, smelling like a mixture of my arousal and his sweat. The scent is fucking intoxicating. He lifts me from the chair and pins me against the RV. He shoves my shorts out of the way again and pushes his hard length inside of me.
My heels dig into his ass, urging him deeper.
"Goddamn, Lilly," he growls, driving his hips upward and giving me exactly what I was asking for. He fucks me hard and fast and I'm coming around him in ten seconds like a teenager who's never had her pussy ate. I use his shoulders as leverage to hold myself up as he spills inside of me.
Cass rests his head on the center of my chest. Beads of sweat trickle down my own forehead and I can feel the dampness on my shirt from soaking in the sweat off of Cass.
The deranged part of me wants to lick it, but I push down that intrusive thought.
I've only just convinced him to marry me. I don't want to scare him off yet.
What a fucking beautiful life this is going to be.