Chapter 32
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Present day
Ash has been wearing that khaki cap all night.
No-one knows that it’s mine except for Hunter, and the second that she put it on this morning he was grinning at me from across the fire-pit. I held my palms in the air and smirked right back.
Now it’s nightfall, we just finished eating a batch of team-made tacos, and the guys – buzzed off a couple of sixers – are getting loud as hell. But I’ve tuned out of the conversation, only paying it the briefest attention when one of the guys talks to me directly, because I’m way too preoccupied with taking in the sight of my cap set low over Aisling’s pretty eyes.
Even though she said it fit her just right, I can tell that it’s too big for her – I mean, what else is new. But I’m obsessed with the sight of it. The shadow that it casts over her sultry vixen eyes makes those glances that she keeps throwing me look even darker, more dangerous. I’ve barely been able to look away from her for pretty much the past four hours.
I roll the can in my hands between my palms, setting my elbows on my knees while I give her another once-over across the fire.
Ash has got hiking boots on her feet, socks rolled down to her ankles, exposing her flawless golden legs. She changed out of her long pink sundress just before we ate, which means that she’s now wearing a matching soft grey lounge set – a fitted cami wrapped over her chest and a pair of shorts barely hitting her mid-thigh. And I am not fucking complaining. Add on the khaki cap sitting low over her eyes and I’ve had to restrain the hard-on in my jeans roughly every five minutes.
Now her fingers are twiddling with the small bag in her lap while she laughs at something Tristan just whispered to her. Because, yeah, that fucker is sat right next to her.
Her brother’s teammate Logan is on one side and Tristan is on the other, which I’ll admit is making my jaw twitch because they have no business breathing air with her. But I just let my quads hammer it out, my knees bouncing like crazy as I steal glances at Ash and wish that it was me making her laugh right now.
I crack the top off the can and drain half of it in one long pull. Then I get back to rolling the metal between my palms, unable to stop looking at her for longer than half a minute.
When she catches me looking I feel my chest lock and tighten, and I give her a quick jerk of my chin before dropping my eyes back to the dirt.
It’s only when Hunter shoves his elbow into my side that I glance up again, heat twisting in my abdomen when I see that there’s now an empty space beside her.
I flick my eyes over to Tristan who is currently scratching the back of his neck, eyes on his boots. It’s only when he glances up and offers me a cautious half-smile that I realise that he left Ash’s side so that I could take that place instead.
Tristan is a great guy. Like, one of my favourite teammates.
I’m on my feet in less than a second.
I practically break his wrist when we smack our hands together, a gratitude handshake that turns into a rough half-hug.
“You are so fuckin’ whipped,” he chuckles when we shove away from each other.
“Yeah,” I admit, raking a hand back through my hair, eyes on Aisling as she watches us from under the brim of my cap.
I clear my throat and give him a departing nod before making my way over to Aisling.
With the exception of the crackling orange fire, the night is pitch black, and filled with the loud laughter of our friends, everyone warm and beer-drunk.
After sparing a glance to the guys currently hollering at some game footage on Connell’s phone, I drop down next to Aisling, nestling my boot right up against hers. She squeezes her thighs together and I press my quad against her harder.
She looks up at me from under the cap, her head barely reaching the swell of my shoulder, and I hold the heated stare of her eyes while I splay my palm on her lower back.
“You tryna make me jealous?” I murmur gruffly. I jerk my chin in the direction that my new best friend Tristan just walked away in.
She flutters her lashes at me and teases, “Why, is it working?”
“Yeah,” I grunt immediately, pressing my palm against her more firmly. “Haven’t been able to take my eyes off of you all night. Especially when you’re wearing…” I trail off and let my eyes roam to the cap pulled low over her eyes. I give the brim a gentle nudge with my beer and feel my heart-rate pick up when she laughs quietly, a dimple popping in her cheek.
I drain another pull from my can and glance down at the baby pink bag that she’s still fiddling with in her lap.
It’s one of those small travel bags that chicks store miniature soap bottles and shit in, and for some reason I find myself really adamant to know what she’s got in there.
I clear my throat and jab my finger at the bag.
“What’s in your… bathroom purse?” I ask roughly, narrowing my eyes when she immediately zips it up.
She gives me a naughty little smile that has me shifting my body on the log. There’s no way I can readjust what’s happening in my jeans while her brother is barely five feet away from us so I just send up a prayer that I won’t die from this hard-on and let my eyes continue raking her up and down.
“Just girly things,” she whispers, teasing and coy as hell.
I slide my palm lower down her back, check that the guys are too busy laughing to notice us, and then I dip my fingers below her waistband, breathing hard when they snag her panties.
I’m thinking about kissing the soft lobe of her ear when a sudden thought occurs to me.
“Baby,” I whisper, “where’d your earrings go?”
Aisling has been wearing this pair of diamond earrings for pretty much the whole summer – hell, I’m pretty sure she wore them during most of our senior year, too. But a little over a week ago she suddenly stopped wearing them.
Aisling makes a small squeaking sound.
I glance down at her, arching my brow in a gentle question.
“Um,” she whispers, her eyes fucking gigantic as she peeks up at me.
I breathe out a laugh. “What is it?” I murmur, not understanding that reaction.
“Are you sure that you wanna know?” she asks quietly, which instantly has my heart rate kicking up a notch.
“…Yeah,” I rumble, even though now I’m a little nervous.
She pushes her hair back from her shoulder, looking almost as nervous as I am.
“Fine,” she breathes out. “They were a gift from Brennan, my ex. I guess that I thought it was time to stop wearing them.”
I blink down at her for a moment in total fucking silence.
Because… that’s a good thing. She stopped wearing a gift from her ex boyfriend, meaning that he’s no longer of importance to her.
And maybe that’s partially because of me. Maybe it’s because she wants the two of us to get serious. Maybe she–
“Hold up.” I pull back, heart thundering. “What did you say that his name was again?”
Aisling peers up at me, a tiny frown on her nervous brow.
“…Brennan,” she says, because she’s probably wondering why the hell that’s of interest to me.
Oh my God.
I’ll tell you why it’s of interest to me.
Because when I almost got my ankle broken this year, before the Frozen Four final?
The player who did it was fucking called Brennan .
I’m so damn shocked that my jaw practically hits my boots.
“Are you fuckin’ kidding me?” I ask, my voice deep and hushed.
“…No?” she says, looking confused. Can’t blame her.
“Did he play hockey?” I ask, already knowing the answer.
Her cheeks instantly flame, and she drops her eyes, mumbling, “Um, maybe.”
“Holy shit.” I genuinely cannot believe this. “That motherfucker almost broke my damn ankle.”
Aisling peeks up at me, blushes harder, then looks back down.
A million thoughts crash into me at once.
Aisling broke up with her boyfriend before my ankle got sprained.
And I never knew who Aisling was dating because she has no social media.
But that doesn’t mean that they didn’t know about me .
Jesus Christ. Did her ex try to break my ankle because Aisling had broken up with him?
Was I part of the reason why she broke up with him?
I don’t even have to say it out loud. Aisling can sense every thought whipping through my mind right now.
“He knew about me.” I say it like a fact, because it is one. “He knew about us . Like” – I lick my bottom lip – “the fact that we’d been together, and that we had unfinished business.”
Aisling breathes out a shaky exhale. “Maybe,” she whispers.
Holy shit.
Holy shit.
Maybe I should be mad about it, but honestly I’m kind of stoked.
Because Aisling’s ex knowing about me? It means that she hadn’t gotten over us.
It means that Aisling liked me this whole time.
She watches me nervously, like she thinks I might be pissed about this.
I’m shocked, sure. But this is actually great for me.
“I’m not mad,” I murmur, and she instantly relaxes.
I brush her panties with my fingers again, getting hard as she moves a little closer.
“I’m sorry, anyway,” she whispers back to me. “I didn’t mean for anything bad to happen to you.”
I grunt and spread my quads wider. I kind of like it when she’s concerned about me.
“Don’t worry about it,” I murmur, feeling the air between us grow warmer.
Between Aisling’s panties brushing my fingers and me learning that she’s been into me this whole time? I’m well and truly turned the hell on right now.
“I’m turning in for the night,” she says suddenly, eyes sliding up to mine with a dangerous glint in them.
My brow lifts in disappointment, hand hungrily fisting the back of her panties.
“Already?” I ask quietly, my voice rough as my eyes search hers. “Baby, I want more time with you,” I murmur, well aware that she already told me that we won’t be sharing a tent tonight. If that means that the only time I’m going to get with her tonight is by the campfire when we’re surrounded by our friends then so be it – but it can’t be over already when I haven’t even had five minutes with her yet.
“I just think I should get to bed,” she explains, eyes flicking over to where her brother, the star quarterback, is currently shaking with laughter over something that Austin just shouted to him. She lifts her big eyes back to mine and says, “I’ll see you in the morning.”
Before I can argue with her she swiftly reaches up to press a tiny heart-stopping kiss on my cheek, her breasts rubbing over my chest when she leans in to give it to me. I bunch my fist in her panties tighter, giving her a quick squeeze over her shorts before letting her go completely, and then I stare after her, fully-erect and dying, while she takes her sweet time walking that ass over to the wooden bathroom hut.
I shove my free hand through my hair while I stare at the wooden structure, wondering if she’s being fucking serious, or if this is some kind of game that I don’t know how to play. I’m no good at games when it comes to women – I’ve always been candid from the outset, what you see is what you get. There’s no room for miscommunication because I will have already stated my intentions loud and clear.
Like when I first met Aisling and I told her that I wanted to date the fuck out of her – that I wanted to earn that pussy – I meant it. Same applies to when I was a senior in high school and everyone was just experimenting with hook-ups: we knew it from the outset, that it was just going to be a hook-up.
But now I’m confused. Does she want me to, like… follow her into the bathroom so that we can have a part two from this morning? ’Cause that sounds really fucking good to me. Or does she actually just want to go to bed? I mean, she said I’ll see you in the morning , so that must be what she wanted, right?
I rub my hand down my jaw, knees bouncing as I decipher what she said.
There’s no way that she meant for me to follow her to the bathroom – it’s way too obvious, especially in front of her brother. But, at the same time, she did give me a kiss on the cheek, and she would obviously know that rubbing her tits on me would get me hungry for more.
Does she want me to go to her tent? Did she want me to sneak in there while no-one was looking?
It’s been around fifteen minutes by the time that I push up to my feet, having been unable to see her leave the bathroom because it’s so damn dark. Instead I clap my fist with Logan’s, grab my can, and then take another sip while I pull my phone out of my jeans.
I type out a quick text to Aisling saying: baby, I’m heading to my tent right now. Let me know if you want me to sneak over to yours – everyone’s buzzed, they won’t see a thing .
Then I push it back in my pocket and make my way to my edge of the site.
I kick off my boots as I reach my tent, draining the rest of my beer as I hunch low and unzip the door.
I pull back the fabric and immediately stumble forward.
“Holy fuck,” I rasp hoarsely, eyes wide as I take her in.
Because Aisling didn’t go to her tent. She came into mine . And she’s currently getting cosy on my sleeping bag wearing nothing but hiking socks, black lingerie, and my fucking cap .
She drops the book that she had in her hands – my book, for fuck’s sake – and sets herself up onto her elbows while scraping her tip-toes down my heaving chest.
I don’t even question it. Not wanting to draw any attention from the guys laughing loudly around the fire-pit I just crush the can in my fist, toss it, and then muscle my shoulders through the small unzipped door.
As soon as I’m inside I quickly yank the zipper shut and then Aisling is climbing up onto her knees, wrapping her arms around my shoulders when I duck down to kiss her.
I make a deep pleasured sound before pulling away and looking down at her. I pull my shirt off over my head, throwing it to the side before I grab her waist and pull her closer. Then I take the cap off her head and set it down on mine, twisting it backwards so that I can kiss her easier.
I cup both of my palms around her jaw, searching her eyes wildly before taking her mouth with mine.
“You planned this,” I rumble, hands roaming down to her ass and squeezing tight. “This morning, when I told you that I wanted you in my tent with me and you said no.”
I kiss her again, harder, and then give her a firm spank on the ass.
“Had me stressin’ all day, baby,” I rasp. “Had me pining for you across the damn fire-pit.”
“I’m an evil mastermind,” she teases breathlessly, one of her hands tugging roughly at my belt buckle.
I make a rough sound as I help her fumble that shit open.
“You’re fuckin’ beautiful is what you are,” I murmur, hissing through my teeth when she works my jeans and boxer-briefs down my quads. My cock hangs long and hard between my thighs and I wrap my fist around the base, tossing quickly.
The campfire outside is the only source of light in the area and it lights up the orange tent way more brightly than I was expecting. Not wanting the guys to see our shadows in the firelight I wrap her thighs around my lap and push her firmly onto her back.
“Why’d you have a book on constellations?” she whispers, breathless and sparkly-eyed.
My cheeks heat the fuck up because obviously there’s only one reason why a guy who’s camping with a girl that he’s into would have bought a book on constellations.
I grunt quietly as I rub my shoulder against my jaw, willing away some of the heat rushing up my neck. She smiles up at me, gorgeous and pleased, and I growl roughly as I slip my tongue into her mouth.
“You know why,” I rumble, squeezing her ass when she giggles prettily.
“You wanted to woo me with your encyclopaedic knowledge of the constellations,” she whispers, chest heaving almost as fast as mine as I pull away to look down at her.
“Yeah,” I admit, questioning the hell out of my logic. It was meant to be romantic but now I’m thinking it was stupid.
But she just smiles brighter, both her dimples popping, and I can’t stop myself from dropping down on top of her and working her tongue with mine.
“You’re a romantic,” she whispers, and I grunt as I kiss my way down her neck.
“For you, yeah.” I drop my forehead to her shoulder and wrap those skimpy bra straps around my fists. “How’d you even get in here?” I ask, panting against her throat as I give the lace another twist.
“I half-crawled through the edge of the trees,” she whispers, giggling wildly at my horrified expression. I pull back to inspect her knees and shove a hand through my hair when I realise that she wasn’t kidding. She obviously didn’t go on her hands and knees around the whole way but there’s small scuffs of dirt here and there that have me thinking that she was pretty close to the ground.
I brush away a small scuff of dirt with my thumb while kissing gently at her inner thigh. “You didn’t have to do that for me,” I murmur.
“I thought you liked me on my hands and knees.”
I splay my palms on either side of her head and look her hard in the eyes. She flutters her lashes innocently up at me, only swallowing nervously when she feels my shaft flex against her belly.
I search her flaming eyes for a few long moments before wrapping one of my hands through the back of her hair, gently lowering my mouth to hers. I kiss her slow and deep, growling when she wraps her arms around the breadth of my shoulders.
“I do like you on your hands and knees,” I rasp, sliding my other hand beneath her back and gripping my fist around the fastening of her bra. “Did, uh…” I swallow hard. “Did you like that? When we did it before?”
“Yeah,” she whispers breathlessly and my shoulders swell on instinct, my digits twitching in the lace and accidentally yanking the closure open.
“Sorry,” I grunt quickly, as her bra slips slightly, now that it’s no longer strapped in place.
“It’s okay,” she whispers, gentle fingers holding my wrist when I try to push it back into place. “You don’t need to refasten it. You can take it off.”
“You sure?” I ask gruffly, and the second that she nods that shit is on the other side of the tent, exposing her breasts to me while I massage my palms around her waist.
“Jesus,” I murmur, hunching down so that I can taste them.
Her hands fly up to my nape, nails digging in as she pants shakily.
“Can’t believe that you snuck into my tent,” I rumble, tongue lapping faster against her nipples. “You snuck into my tent so that I’d fuck you, didn’t you?”
She arches her neck back and teases, “What are you, a mind reader?”
I huff a laugh against her chest, sucking her roughly when she meets my eyes. Then I shove both of my palms underneath her breasts, pushing them up as I tower over her.
“God, you’re funny,” I murmur, smirking as I brush my thumbs over her nipples. “You drive me crazy, you know that? I get so hard when you give me that attitude.”
She tries to smother her pleased smile but after a couple of seconds she bursts into quiet laughter.
“There’s that beautiful smile,” I murmur, grinning as I take her lips with mine.
“You look like such a big shot when you’re wearing this cap,” she whispers, and I drop my face into her hair, shoulders shaking with laughter.
“Thanks,” I deadpan, trying to keep the volume of my laughter down when I reach up to take the cap off.
“No, no,” she whispers quickly. “I didn’t mean that I didn’t like it. You look like a cocky hockey player but it’s, you know, not a bad thing.”
I blink down at her, unsure, hand still hovering at the brim.
“It’s hot ,” she whispers finally, cheeks flushing almost as dark as mine.
I frown slightly as I lower my hand, not sure if it’s disrespectful to fuck her when I’ve got a backwards baseball cap on my head. Then again, I’ve also got my jeans halfway down my thighs, so if she’s into the way it looks then I’m not about to deprive her of it.
I clear my throat quietly, eyes dropping to her breasts as I squeeze them.
“You sure you like that, baby?” I ask.
“You know what I like, Tanner,” she whispers back to me.
My eyes flick to hers, our irises aflame.
Yeah, I do know what she likes, and she knows what I like too. She likes rough small-towners who can’t help but fuck on the first date. And I like pretty cheerleaders who can take it on their hands and knees.
Without saying another word I wrap my digits in the sides of her panties, twisting them tight before tugging them down. Then I gently roll down her hiking socks, kissing her ankles as I bare them to me.
And then she’s fully naked, in my tent, cast in the soft glow of the crackling campfire outside.
I slide my wallet out of my back pocket, tossing it behind me after I slip out a condom. Then I’m tearing it open with my teeth and spitting out the foil as I roll it on, eyes burning into that place between her thighs while I give my balls a warning squeeze.
The kind that says, do not fuck this up for me, and just wait your fucking turn.
I settle my elbows on either side of her beautiful face, caging her in with the thick muscles of my biceps, and then I hunch down to take her lips with mine. I roll my back muscles slowly while I deepen the kiss, letting my cock drag heavily over her heat while I lick her tongue with mine.
“We don’t have to fuck,” I murmur, panting hard when I pull away. “We can just mess around, if you want. Cuddle and shit.”
Aisling nuzzles into my neck, laughing quietly against the heat of my skin. “You already put your condom on,” she reminds me, smiling prettily when she peeks up at me from the centre of my chest.
I grip at the back of my neck. “That was… a precaution, baby. Kinda need to get that shit on as soon as I’ve got your pussy in sight.”
She smiles wider, fingers squeezing over my pecs. “Oh?”
I grunt really fucking hard. My voice is like gravel when I manage to rumble out the words.
“Otherwise I’ll get too excited and just wanna, you know… slam that thing home.”
“Is that what you want to do now?” she whispers, still amused, I can fucking tell. “You want to slam–”
I wrap my palm over her mouth, giving her cheeks a playful squish as she giggles against my hand. Then I let it slide down her neck, squeezing gently as I fill her mouth with my tongue.
“Let’s cuddle and shit,” she whispers teasingly, making me drop my forehead against hers as I try not to laugh too loudly, so goddamn in love with her that I can’t stop grinning even as she pulls me back down so that I can kiss her again.
I groan loudly as I stroke her tongue with mine, hands roaming down to her tits so that I can give them the attention that they deserve.
“More,” she whispers quickly, eyes wide and fluttering up at me.
I rub her breasts faster, searching her eyes to see if she’s into it. “More of that?” I rumble. “More of me working these pretty tits?”
Her eyes squeeze shut but then she opens them, nodding frantically.
“Or,” she pants out, eyes dangerously taunting as they lock with mine, “we could just read about the constellations–”
I growl and kiss her hard, massaging her roughly as she giggles into my mouth.
“Goddamn,” I grunt, rolling her body underneath me, so that her belly and breasts are pressed down on the sleeping bag. I knock her thighs apart with the hard muscles of my quads, sliding one hand around her neck so that I can arch it back and kiss her from behind.
“This okay?” I ask her quietly, my chest heavy on her back.
“Yeah,” she whispers, eyes all big and nervous and beautiful.
I search her expression cautiously, making sure that what she’s feeling is nervous excitement rather than nervous fear, and then I hunch back down to kiss her slow and deep, as I position the dome of my cock against her heat.
I slide her knees a little higher, getting her into a better position for a deeper fuck, and then I’m resting the stubble of my jaw against her flushed cheek, breathing heavily as I notch the tip against her entrance.
The guys are laughing loud and drunk about twenty feet away from us, unaware of the fire currently blazing in our tent. I wait a few long moments before I ask for Ash’s consent again.
“Want me to take you like this?” I rasp, holding my cock in place.
She leans backwards to let me kiss her and she nods gently when I slip my tongue inside.
I grunt into her mouth, grab her waist, and thrust it home.
“ Tanner ,” she whimpers, squealing and breathless.
I curse gruffly against her temple. “Yeah, baby. I know.”
I wrap my palm around her jaw and stroke my tongue into her mouth, filling her with it as I withdraw my shaft and push it back inside.
She gasps, pulling her mouth from mine, and I grunt against the back of her neck. I shove her breasts down on the sleeping bag as I take both sides of her hips and begin to thrust.
“Four years,” I grunt, pumping her pussy nice and rough. “Four years since I had you like this. Four years of wanting you.”
I slide my hands up to her breasts, palming her roughly as I increase my tempo. She grips her fists around the soft pillow, knees slipping farther apart as I take her faster.
“You’re so pretty,” I murmur, pressing hard kisses against her jaw. “Want me to keep rubbing on your tits like this?” I ask quickly, tugging on her nipples as I drive into her harder.
She tilts her head back to me and whispers, “Yeah, p-please.”
My biceps flex to twice their size as I wrap a palm around her throat and start kissing her neck.
“Yeah?” I ask, using one hand to massage her tits more gruffly, rubbing my coarse palm over those soft pretty peaks.
My sac swings heavily against her heat and suddenly I’m growling into her hair, the muscles swelling in my chest as I shove a hand between her thighs.
“Wider,” I order roughly, shoulders heaving as I knock her knees farther apart. Then I drop my weight onto my right elbow and envelop both of her fists with my right hand. Something warm twists in my abdomen when our fingers entwine. She grips her other hand over my wrist and tilts her head back, like she’s looking for approval.
I rub two digits between her thighs and jerk my chin at her, pumping as hard as I can from the back.
A shaky whimper escapes her throat and I steel my jaw. I’m trying to keep my volume down so that we don’t get caught tonight, but it’s easier said than done when fucking her feels this good. The feel of her soft ass against my groin is driving me insane.
Her nails start biting into my hand and I watch as she digs them in, my mind instantly blacking out as soon as I see our size difference.
Aisling isn’t the shortest chick in the world but compared to me she’s fucking tiny, and I drop my head between my shoulders on a growl, eyes raking down her waist as I shove her harder and harder against the sleeping bag.
“I’m close,” I growl, teeth grazing her shoulder.
“No, no, don’t stop,” she whispers quickly, and I bite into her harder, my palm sliding up from her pussy to her tits.
“God, you’re beautiful,” I rumble, caressing her breasts from left to right, and then starting to grip them more roughly as I begin to pump her over the finish line.
“You’re there, aren’t you, baby?” I pant, tugging on her breasts as she buries her beautiful face in my pillow. I suck gently at the curve of her neck, then grunt like an animal as she tightens beneath me.
“Jesus Christ,” I rasp, temples throbbing as her orgasm explodes, squeezing her breasts for dear life while her pussy tightens around me. As soon as she collapses onto the pillow, her whole body wracked with after-shocks, I grip her jaw in my hand and tilt her face up so that I can kiss her.
“Tanner,” she whispers, her voice faint and shaking.
“You’re so beautiful,” I murmur back to her, crushing a kiss against her cheek when she can’t hold her head up any longer.
Her lashes flutter sleepily as I tower over her and I suddenly get the recollection of what I’m wearing – dirty jeans halfway down my quads and the backwards baseball cap, all while having my girl on her hands and knees.
I clench my jaw at the thought of what this must look like and hold her gaze as I pull off the cap. I rake my hand through my hair before settling heavily back down on top of her.
“I need to come,” I rumble, gently kissing at her jaw.
She nods her head in consent. I squeeze her breasts and withdraw my cock.
“You took it so good,” I murmur, rebuilding my momentum. Slipping it in and out lazily at first, and then beginning to pump her rougher and faster. I bury my face in her warm neck as she tentatively reaches one hand beneath our bodies, and then I’m grunting like a beast as those soft hands roll my balls.
“Harder,” I growl, gripping at her breasts as I shove it back inside. “Grip that shit, baby. Squeeze as hard as you can.”
She whimpers against the pillow, turning her gorgeous face so that she can look at me. “Are you sure–?”
“Yes,” I grunt, releasing one of her breasts so that I can fist her hair. I wind it tight over my knuckles and then pull it taut, arching her back. “Hard. Please.”
Her fist turns into a vise around my balls and my vision goes blind.
“Oh yeah. Good girl,” I pant, pumping frantically. “Keep squeezing like that and I’m gonna give you my–”
The first spurt of my release shoots into the condom and I sink my teeth into her neck, grunting as I come.
I pull her hair tighter, my other palm caressing her breasts, as my cock jerks inside her, long and thick and solid.
“You’re doing so well,” I rasp, my chest pumping hard against her shoulders. “Just a couple more pumps, baby. Just a couple more.”
I groan as I stroke her nipples before spanking my palm against her behind.
“ Oh my God, oh my God ,” she whimpers, one of her hands gripping into the back of my neck. She keeps her other fist tight around my sac, helping me shoot out my release.
I nuzzle into her neck and grunt roughly with every thrust, hauling her tight against my chest the second that my release finally empties.
I slip the length of myself slowly out of her, and kiss her gently as I tug off the condom.
“You’re perfect,” I murmur, hissing as my cock nudges against her ass. I lean up so that she can settle onto her back and then I carefully position myself on top of her. “That was… fucking perfect.”
“Yeah,” she whispers, breasts heaving quickly up and down.
I smirk lazily down at her and then hunch low so that I can smell her neck.
“Mmm,” I murmur, eyes closing as she runs her fingers through my hair.
I roll us onto our sides, kiss her gently, and hold her closer. She buries her face between the muscles of my chest. I restrain my cock when it starts nudging its way back to her pussy.
“Can I…?” she starts, not meeting my gaze as I pull back to look at her.
“Anything you want, the answer’s yes,” I murmur, massaging my fingers through her hair. “What is it?”
“Um.” She twists her lips to the side, frowning angrily at one of my nipples. “Can I stay in your tent tonight?” she asks my pecs, making me chuckle quietly and squeeze her tighter.
She looks up at me, nervous and wary, but I just grin and crush my mouth down on hers. A small laugh tinkles out of her as I rub our foreheads together.
“Of course you’re staying in my tent, baby,” I murmur. “I wouldn’t have it any other way.”