Page 94 of Mr. Swoony

“Go get laid, Pinkie.” He cuts me off quickly.

“If you change your?—”

“I won’t.” He snatches the jug of water out of my hand. “Go.” He nods toward my tent.

I stand for a second before patting his shoulder, which hopefully conveys that I’m here for him if he needs me. Then I head to the tent, unzip it, and toe out of my boots before stepping inside.

Eloise has a flashlight in the crook of her neck, holding her book above her head.

“Hey,” she says quietly, putting her bookmark in place and setting the book and flashlight down next to the air mattress. Since the flashlight is still on, I can see the cami tank she’s wearing that outlines her tits perfectly when she sits up. She’s bathed in shadows, but it only makes the swell of her breasts more obvious. “Is he okay?”

I take off my socks and strip off my shirt. “I’m not sure. I think it might take some time for him to open up to me,” I whisper since his tent is right next to ours.

Inching up to my knees, I unbuckle my shorts and drag them down my legs. I’m about to crawl into the sleeping bag when I catch Eloise ogling me. My hand cradles her cheek, and I kiss her.

“I love your eyes on me,” I murmur against her parted lips.

“I feel the same.” She presses her lips to mine, and I take the opportunity to slip my tongue into her hot, waiting mouth.

Her tongue strokes mine, and I slide us down on the air mattress, keeping our kiss going. Her fingers run along my back. I can’t get enough of her hands on me.

I pull back. “We don’t have to. We can just make out.”

She smirks, and I wait for her to tell me what’s going on in that beautiful brain of hers. “I didn’t want to, but then you had to go and take off your shirt.”

“You’re saying I’m too hot for you to keep your hands off of?”

“Oh shut up, and kiss me.” She pulls my head down to hers.

I don’t waste any time, moving my thigh between her legs, kissing her with every ounce of passion I feel for her. The night wind softly presses against the tent, and she shifts closer, pushing the sleeping bag off our lower halves.

“You have this power over me,” she murmurs, her voice barely above a whisper.

I chuckle softly, my gaze dropping to her lips before returning to her eyes. “Me? There wasn’t a second today that I wasn’t thinking about you in this exact position.” My fingers inch up and slip under the hem of her cami, and her back arches. “These pajamas are a tease.” I palm her tit, running my thumb over her nipple as she moans. “How quiet can you be while I make you come?”

I give her a kiss before lowering myself and lifting her cami, revealing her glorious tits in the dim light of the tent. When I suck a nipple into my mouth, she lets out a soft moan, her hands running through my hair on the back of my head.

“You’re always playing a game.”

I peek up, resting my chin on her stomach. “It’s more fun that way. It’s why you like me so much.”

She giggles. “I guess you’re right about that.”

I twirl her hard nipple with my tongue, suck her tit into my mouth, then move to her other side to do the same. She sucks in a breath when my mouth pops off her other tit, and I again move up her body, situating my hips between her open thighs.

I stare down at her shadowed figure. “You’re so beautiful.”

I brush a stray strand of her blonde hair from her face and run my finger from her temple to her cheek. Our eyes lock, and the air in the tent shifts, heavy with unspoken emotions. With her warm body underneath me and the intimacy of the small space, suddenly my heart beats harder.

“You’re mouth-watering hot,” she whispers.

I grind my hardness against her core, and her fingers tighten in my hair. “Now who’s propping up my ego?”

When I dry hump her, she spreads her legs wider, allowing me better access. “You know it’s not the way you look.”

“It’s my charming personality?” I circle my hips, and she sucks in a breath.

“Swoony. You’re swoony, Conor Nilsen.”

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