flips me over, my back against the soft sleeping bag. A feral look tightens his face as he suddenly buries one of his hands in my hair. Then his weight bears over me, my heart jumping into my throat. The first kiss is like a live wire, jammed into my side. I buck against him, uttering a moan. He pulls back, eyes full of laughter.
“We’re not alone, remember?”
The blood drains from my limbs as my ears focus on the pairs of footsteps crunching leaves nearby.
He shrugs. “Or don’t. I couldn’t give a fuck.” He shuts the little lantern providing us with light, and the tent is bathed in darkness. I can still see the outline of him through other people’s flashlights occasionally sweeping across our tent.
My skin feels as though it’s on fire. It’s been a week. A week.
Fingertips glide around my waist, under my shirt. He grazes my skin, lifting my t-shirt over my ribs, and then my breasts. He stops at my wrists, tightening the t-shirt to keep them confined. I twist my hands, utterly immobile as Gage pins them over my head. I try to lift them, but his bicep flexes slightly, keeping them down. A sly grin crawls across his face.
Excitement burns through my veins. Gage slowly bends over, digging his rock-hard cock into my thigh as he seals his lips against mine. Once again, I struggle, but I can’t move. He pulls back, grinding his hips into me again. The thrill of being confined leaps inside me with unexpected heat.
“Lift your ass.”
That kind of voice bodes no argument. Looking into his eyes, I’m not sure what he’ll do if I disobey. Probably bend me over his lap and spank my ass until it’s raw. I plant my feet on the ground and lift myself, hands still pinned above me. With one hand, he yanks on my jeans until the button is freed. My sigh echoes in the tent. Smiling, he cups me between my legs, digging his middle finger into me.
Damn it, even this feels incredible. My stomach caves in, and he strokes me outside of the jeans. The touch disappears, and then spreads over my abdomen, stroking the smooth skin. They drag my jeans down, inch by inch, the fabric abrasive. And yet it makes me bite my lip. Every touch and look he gives me is like a stroke to my pussy.
The jeans and panties pull back, exposing my upper thighs and mound. Without my panties, I can feel how wet I am. My face heats as Gage grabs my thigh and slides his finger along me, coating it in my juice.
“I’m going to fuck you so goddamn hard. It’s been a week for you, but for a man that’s like two months.”
“I don’t want to scream. We’re in the middle of camp.”
“Then you better concentrate on keeping it down because I’m holding nothing back.” His fingers suddenly tighten around my wrists, his shallow breaths making me clench my thighs. I see the outline of his waist as he shoves his jeans down. He rips them off his body one-handed, and then he hoists my legs into the air, the jeans gathered around my ankles. They fall against his right shoulder, heat gathering in my chest as he moves his hips forward, and I feel his thick length gliding along me. His head pushes apart my folds, still not angled correctly to enter me.
A small moan escapes from my lips, and then I hear a cough nearby.
Shit!
Gage laughs at me, kissing a trail down my neck as his cock tortures me. He strokes my thighs, moving up my ass to the middle of my back, unclasping my bra. The hand pinning me down pushes the bra to my wrists. Now I’m naked and totally at his mercy.
His tongues lashes my nipple as he nudges himself into position and pushes. I feel myself spreading wide for him, and the ecstasy from that alone is so much that I grind my nails into my palm. Anything to keep from moaning. It’s tighter in this position, with my legs closed. It feels like my walls are hugging him. Every solid inch of him throbs inside me. I can feel the pulse of his heartbeat, and my lip starts to bleed. Then he pulls back, still tonguing my tits. He slides effortlessly, and then shoves back inside.
A groan rips from my throat, and I manage to let it dwindle into a whine as he thrusts. Gage’s tongue