camp was a hot bed—literally—of dirty, instructive sex for teenagers. Camp counselors knew how to get down after hours. Some of us were real filth monsters with serious freaky streaks. In a good way.
And Ash was a serious filth monster in the best, most surprising ways. The second he'd kissed me in the woods, it was like a switch had flipped in him and the rigid, moody accountant disappeared and a coarse, demanding man took his place.
I loved everything about Sex Monster Ash.
16
Ash
There was a quick conversation of protection—condoms would do just fine—and the matter of separating Zelda from her remaining clothes while I marched her down the hallway to my bedroom.
"On the bed," I ordered, giving her a slight shove between her shoulder blades. "Get comfortable."
Behaving this way was new for me. It was like walking into a lake and immediately finding myself at the deepest point where I couldn't touch the bottom unless I allowed myself to stop kicking and just sink down. It gathered around me that way, at once mightier and stronger than me, but also rendering me fully weightless. I could do anything and be anything here but only if I was terribly careful.
I tossed my shirt aside as Zelda climbed onto the bed, giving me my first good look at the tattoo on her lower back. The one I'd worked hard at not referring to as a tramp stamp. Indeed, there was nothing seedy about the black and white dragonfly inked in ultra-thin lines. It more closely resembled a scientific diagram than the whimsical clip art that often found its way to tattoos in that location.
The rest of her body was fascinating in a manner that demanded exploration. Dark olive skin giving way to much lighter olive skin where a bathing suit would keep her covered. Small, teardrop-shaped breasts with nipples the color of sunset. A gently curved belly and full hips bracketing a patch of midnight curls. Just fucking fascinating.
I wanted to stroke and suck and bite every inch of her.
Blinking away from that fantasy, I found Zelda nestled up against the pillows. It was almost the exact position I'd found her in on the sofa late last night—legs folded, ankles crossed, head pillowed on the arms layered over her knees.
I crossed the room, jerked open the top drawer of my bedside table and tore off several condom packets. Dropped them on the bed coverings. "That's not how I'm going to fuck you."
"You told me to get comfortable." I could hear the pout in her voice. "So, I did."
I took my cock in a loose fist, stroking it just enough to catch my breath. "Show me the pretty pussy I'm making mine."
Zelda complied because of course she did. Because she was right here, seated at the bottom of the lake alongside me. Because the weightlessness allowed her to transform into someone wilder, someone even more unfettered by convention than she already was—and maybe it didn't matter whether her natural state was one of unconventionality and pocket eggs. Maybe that meant she required weightlessness even more.
I dropped a knee to the mattress and prowled toward her, stopping only to wrench her legs apart with more force than required. I didn't hurt her, not in any real sense. "That's better. Don't even think about moving." Kneeling between those glorious thighs, I shoved my hands under her, kneading and squeezing and separating her ass cheeks while her eyes flared big and dreamy. No, I hadn't hurt her at all. "What will happen if I fuck you with my fingers?"
Her hips rolled in an erratic rhythm as they searched out friction. "I'll come in a hot second."
I ghosted a finger over her clit, her seam, her ass—and watched her body flutter and pulse in response. "We can't have that." Notching a finger against her back channel, I asked, "And if I tease you here?"
She pressed her hands to the sides of her face like she couldn't stand this—the questions, the foreplay, all of it. "Same. Oh my god, same."
I reached for a condom, rolled it into place. Tugged her ass up the slope of my thighs and hooked her ankles over my neck, settling her into the most gratuitous position my mind could conceive. My injured shoulder hated that but it couldn't be helped. This was how I had to have her and I didn't care whether I ached from it in the morning. I'd ache regardless, but this way, it wouldn't be from giving her only