Page 47 of Believe in Caloosa Springs

“Mmm, not at all. I’m perfectly used to being chewed on while I sleep.” I pulled my arms up above my head and stretched. The mid-morning winter sun looked almost warm and inviting as it shone in steady beams through Porter’s cabin windows. “The curtains are open, aren’t they?” I drew the soft blanket up around my bare chest. It took me a moment to figure out whether I had any clothes on at all. I was in my unders.

“Yeah, they are.”

“I don’t have a lot of clothes on. What if someone walks by?”

He scoffed. “They should be so lucky to catch a glimpse of you.”

I shook my head, but I could feel a stupid grin plastering itself across my face.

The light behind my closed eyelids suddenly dimmed as Porter leaned over me and covered my mouth with his, slow and sloppy. We kissed lazily for several minutes. No expectations, no pressure; kissing just to kiss. I was becoming obsessed with kissing Porter, and I mentally kicked myself for not having done it sooner.

I was never a big kisser. It was all right. And don't get me wrong, I liked swapping spit with hot dudes as they rammed into me, but kissing Porter was different. I wanted to kiss him during sex, 100 percent, but I also wanted to kiss him just to taste his mouth. To have him close to me.

Porter broke the kiss and hopped off the bed to pull the curtain.

“I brought you a cup of coffee,” he said, turning around to the small table in the center of the cabin and picking up two large white mugs.

“Thank you.” I sat up in the bed and took the steaming cup from Porter’s hand.

“Of course. How are you?” he asked, sitting down on the bed beside me.

“Sore,” I replied honestly.

“Your wrist?

“My ass.”

He nearly spit his coffee, choking out a laugh. “I’m, uh. I’m sorry.”

I took a sip of the coffee and peered over at him over the brim of the mug. He was facing forward, taking a drink from his own cup, but his cheeks had turned bright red. He was a perplexing and wonderful contrast of sweet and easily embarrassed, to the ravenous sex beast he turned into when the lights went out.

“The second time was a little easier,” I said to make him feel better.

The second time, we had used lube. Plus, we had his whole bed to roll around in, and not just the cramped back seat of a Ford Focus. I wouldn't have traded it, though. That was some of the hottest sex I’d ever had, and that was sayinga lot.

“Yeah,” he said shyly. “I guess now that we’ve had unprotected sex twice, it’s the appropriate time to tell you that I’m clean. I was tested right before I came to Caloosa Springs, but I don’t expect you to just take my word for it. I’m happy to go down and get tested again. Like… today, if you want.”

“Porter, relax. I believe you, and I’m on the pill.”

“The pill? I wasn’t really worried about getting you pregnant, although I’m happy to keep trying until we figure that out.”

It was my turn to laugh. “I was talking about PrEP. I take it every day. It protects me from HIV.”

“Is that what they are always talking about in the stupid commercials before the porn starts?”

“Yes! That’s the one.”

“Very interesting. Well, I know one thing for sure… I would like to continue having wild sex with you and not having to worry about anything, so I’d like us to both get tested to be sure. If that’s something you would have any interest in.”

There was no question in my mind that I wanted to continue having sex with Porter, raw or otherwise. He had a very grown-up and mature way of making that happen for both of us. I really appreciated his concern in keeping us both safe. “I think I would like that,” I said.

I didn’t feel the need to tell him that I’d been tested on a weekly basis at the cam house as a requirement. Not to mention, I hadn’t had sex with another human since, like… two months before I had left the house and came here. That fact was a little crazy to think about. I’d done a ton of solo stuff for my OnlyFans content, but I hadn't been with another guy for a while.

“You should hurry up and finish your coffee, so we can take a shower. I have to be in the trim room at nine,” Porter said, casually taking another sip from his mug.

“We’re gonna shower together?” I said, surprised.

“Yep. I’m gonna soap you up and play with you before I drive you home, so chop-chop.”

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