Page 153 of Happy Hour

It must have been the illusion of privacy from the darkness providing obscurity, everything seemed heightened. I didn’t last long at all but just as I reached my release, Emma screamed.

“Jameson...” Just speaking was difficult at that point let alone getting him to focus. His hips continued to meet mine with erratic movements. “We should see...what that was.”

Jameson grunted in response, his hands moved from around my shoulders to my ass letting me know he had no interest in stopping. “Oh godSway...so close...” his gravelly voice confirmed my theory.

Emma screamed again. “What the fuck is that, Aiden?”

Did Jameson stop then? No, but he did increase his pace again.

“Jameson...we should...stop.” I pushed again on his chest only to have him shake his head. “Emma might need help.”

Apparently, he didn’t like that answer because I felt him rise from my upper body but he didn’t pull out. “I donotfucking care.” He snapped and then leaned back down to continue his movements.

I could tell by his gritty voice, he was beyond annoyed that she was interrupting us and also very close.

“Hey Jameson, you might want to come out here.” Aiden warned.

There was just something unusual about Aiden’s voice that drew Jameson from of his determination.

“Son of a bitch,” He pulled away reaching for the lantern. “Why does this always happen? I can’t even fuck my girlfriend anymore without someone wanting something from me.”

I snuck a glance at his face throwing my clothes on. Flushed with anger, he was breathing heavy and he still had abig...problem.

I giggled.

“Nothing about this is amusing, Sway.” he snapped unzipping the tent. “Stop laughing.”

Yes, itwasfunny.

Once outside the tent...you couldn’thelpbut laugh. Aiden and Emma were standing on the roof of the Subaru while a skunk hovered around their tent.

“Are you fucking kidding me?” Jameson shouted at them throwing his arms up. “You called me out here for a goddamn skunk...unbelievable!” He turned to go back inside the tent. Only problem was Pepe Le Pew’s girlfriend was now making her way inside our tent.

Before I even realized what was happening, Jameson was dragging me through the woods, away from the campsite. We didn’t go far, partly because it was so dark you couldn’t see and the other, well, Jameson needed something and he needed itnow.

He wasted no time at all in removing my jeans, picking me up with one arm and wrapping my legs around his waist. Carrying me forward until my back pressed against a tree. Frantically, his other hand fumbled with the button of his jeans.

I shivered in anticipation. This was so incredibly sexy.

His face was set in a scowl, the light from the full moon defined his flushed cheeks.

His movements were nothing as they were watching the fireworks, or in the tent. They were rough and aggressive, it actually almost hurt but I wasn’t complaining. Not that I was into the S & M shit as discussed, but I could get down with the aggressive press forging.

Wrapping his arm securely around my waist, he pressed me rather hard against the tree trunk. His hands were everywhere, all at once, as was his mouth. Desperately kissing, sucking, and biting every inch he could reach.

My bare ass was rubbing against the tree, causing a not so friendly chafing and splinters but I didn’t care, this was hot. The only noises that were coming from Jameson were a stream of grunts and heavy panting. Within minutes of this starting, it was apparent it was ending soon.

“Oh god, Jameson...that’ssohot...” I whore-moaned at some point.

“Are you? I...need...please...” Jameson grunted in my ear. Before he even finished his incoherent words, I could feel every muscle in his body go rigid.

He held me in place for a moment and then slowly let me down.

“Ouch.” I whined when the splinters made themselves known.

“I’m sorry.” Jameson reached out running his fingers lightly over my cheek, his eyes searching mine. “I wasn’t very gentle, was I?”

“I liked it.” I admitted with a giggle but stopped when I heard leaves crunching and branches breaking. “What was that?” I asked in a whispered voice, reaching for Jameson.

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