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He grunts and shrugs and keeps pulling me until we’re out of sight of the group and far enough away to not hear their voices.

I’m still giggling as he grabs the back of his T-shirt and pulls it off over his head. His hair is even messier when he drops it on the ground. Scowling at me, he signs,Clothes off!

I’m not ashamed to admit that the blunt order and stern expression get me even more excited.

But I say, “I didn’t think you were a bossy, caveman type of guy.”

No bossy. Horny.We joked about a good sign for horny a couple of weeks ago and came up with one hand curved into a circle starting on his forehead and extending up like a horn. That’s the sign he makes now.

Dissolving into more amusement, I toe off my shoes, peel off my jeans, and then pull my shirt over my head. I’m standing in the open air next to a creek, wearing nothing but socks, panties, and bra. All of them are dingy from long use, but Deck’s eyes rake up and down over my body like I could be on the cover of a magazine. He waves toward my underwear, signaling I should take them off too.

He’s already stripped down to just his boxers, visibly erect beneath the fabric and smiling ferally. As soon as mypanties come off, he hefts me up so I can wrap my legs around his waist as he kisses me.

He’s big and strong enough to carry my whole weight without straining. He’s solid. Unyielding. And so incredibly warm. We kiss deep and urgent for a few minutes until I’m as aroused as he is.

It would be nice to be so carried away that we ease into a sex position naturally, but we have several inconveniences to manage—namely our size difference, the lack of bed or handy piece of furniture, and the realities of fucking outdoors. So it takes us a minute to decide on a position that’s both comfortable and hot.

Deck finally bends me over a largish rock to raise my hips enough to get the alignment right, and then he kneels behind me, lining his cock up so he can push into my pussy from behind.

I cling to the rock, slightly off-balance, as he fucks me hard and fast. I huff in pleasure on every instroke and get some good stimulation on my clit from this position. Deck is pretty far gone though. He makes a straining, breathless sound before he yanks out his cock and comes on my lower back.

Glancing over my shoulder, I smile at his deeply satisfied expression as he stares at his semen on my skin. Before I can speak, he moves his hand between my legs and fucks me with three fingers instead of his cock.

It takes a minute for me to get my momentum back, but eventually I’m making choppy, helpless sounds until I finally burst out loudly with a hard orgasm that shudders through my body.

Deck is still smiling as he turns me over, helping me arrange myself on the grass before he starts kissing his way down my body. He takes his time and makes me come again with his fingers and mouth.

I’m relaxed, happy, and thoroughly spent when he finally decides he’s done. He lies beside me, pulling me into his arms. I play with his slightly erect cock as we cuddle.

“We didn’t even get lunch,” I say at last.

Eat later.

“Everyone must know what we’re doing.”

So what?

“I don’t know. Isn’t it kind of embarrassing?”

Why?

I sigh and press a kiss into his chest. “I don’t actually know. I don’t feel as embarrassed as I would have expected. Although I do kind of miss our little bunk room in that house.”

Me too.

“Maybe we’ll have a room and a bed again one day.”

As soon as the words come out, I wish I hadn’t said them. The mood changes. Deck’s muscles tighten palpably. He cups one of my cheeks to raise my head so he can see my face. He doesn’t say anything. Just peers at me.

“I wasn’t complaining,” I tell him. “This just now was amazing, and I’m happy to have sex with you however and whenever we’re able to.”

You want to leave?

“No! Stop asking that.” I sit up because the mood has intensified fast, and this is too important a conversation tohave sprawled out naked on the ground. “I told you I’m happy with Logan. I’m happy withyou. Everything is good.”

He sits up too. There’s dirt and grass on his back and his head, but that’s true of me too. I reach for my shirt to pull it back on.

You want change?

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