Page 27 of Only One Tent
I did without hesitation, and I wrapped my arms around his neck. He held me with one hand at my back. “I want to treat you right, Skyler.” It was almost weird hearing my full name on his lips, when he so insistently never called me that, even though I asked him repeatedly. Whatever. He was going to do what he wanted, and I was tired of arguing. He pushed my back lightly. “Kiss me.”
I leaned in and followed directions. This time, his other hand came up to cup my face, then slid into my hair. Everywhere he touched me tingled. My dick was hard and uncomfortable in my board shorts. I pulled back and stood to yank them down. Then remembered where we were and fidgeted instead.
“You want to get naked, Skyler?”
“Yes, Daddy.” Oh shit. That was twice I’d called him that, and I really liked it. So did my poor dick.
He nodded as if coming to some decision. “Get in the tent.”
I practically ran, but Crow was on my heels. As soon as he zipped the doorway, he grabbed me, pulling my shirt over my head. “Kick off your shoes.” When they were in the corner, he yanked my shorts off. I stood there in front of him, completely naked, and his eyes feasted on my body. “You are so-so beautiful, Skyler.” He stepped in closer and rubbed his palm down my side, around to my back, and down to my ass where he squeezed a handful. Hey, I worked hard on that bubble butt. Millionsand millions of squats. And it was paying off, if his moan had anything to say about it.
“Fuck me…” it was both an exclamation and begging. I wanted his cock in me so badly, I could taste it. And I wasn’t opposed to getting started that way.
“Do you have lube or condoms, Sky? I didn’t bring any.”
“Fuck. No. I wasn’t expecting to hook up.” Who got fucked on a camping trip? Oh, apparently me.
“I’ll take care of that tomorrow. For now, get on the mattress.” He started stripping as I climbed up on the makeshift bed. Once naked, he stood there, watching me and stroking his cock. He was so fucking sexy. His body was sculpted from muscle and skin. He had a little hair on his chest as dark as his head, but not too much. A trail of it led down to his cock. He was neatly trimmed and that big rod he stroked was thick, long, and a dusky pinkish color with a paler head. My want multiplied, like times a hundred.
I tried to reach for my anger, my hate. And it was gone. I had to admit that I liked him. And maybe I was over some of that hurt. Or most of it. Whatever.
Finally, he crawled up beside me, pulling me to face him and touching me from shoulder to hip. His fat cock pushed against mine. I humped against him, needing more friction, more of his skin, more of everything Crow. His scent circled me, fresh and rich.
He thrust his hips against mine as he tipped my head up with his fingers under my chin. Then he kissed me again, his tongue fucking me in time with his thrusts. Could I come just from that? But Crow had other ideas. “Suck me, Skyler.”
As I slid down his body, Crow grabbed my shoulders and pushed them to go the other way. He manhandled me until I was backwards on top of him, staring at his beautiful cock. I flicked my tongue over his crown before sucking him down, and whenhe moaned, I was sure the next campsite over heard it. What a fucking turn-on.
While I continued to suck him, he lifted my ass up with his hands on my upper thighs, and then he sucked on me. “Oh, Daddy.” I had never had a sixty-nine quite like this. In fact, I think I’d only ever had one, and it wasn’t anywhere near as good as this. “Fuck. Make me come, Daddy.”
A part of me wondered if I was going to call him that all the time now, or only during sex? I was definitely pushing my boundaries, but I didn’t think I’d push it that far. Who knew? I sure as fuck didn’t. The only thing I knew was how fucking good it felt with him sucking my dick, slobbering over me, tickling my balls then…a wet finger slid in my hole, and I nearly shot off right then.
“Skyler. Don’t stop sucking me, boy.”
“No, Daddy.” I went back to work, but it was so hard to concentrate on making him feel good when he was making me feel even better.
Then he stopped and set my legs back down. I turned to look back at him. “Make me come, boy. Then I’ll take care of you.”
I didn’t argue; that made the most sense. It was hard to do both at the same time. Sexy as hell, and I needed release so badly. I grabbed the bottom of his cock and stroked as I sucked him, which was no hardship. I loved the feel of my tongue lapping over his head. I wiggled my fingers over his balls and slid one back to rub that sensitive skin behind them.
“Yeah, like that. Tug them.” I massaged them, playing, tugging, and rubbing as I sucked. Crow moaned, cursed, and then went still. His grunt was my only warning as he came hard. I swallowed down as much as I could, but some slid out, coating my mouth. “Come here, boy.”
I secretly loved being called boy by him. Why had I tried to run from that? I let my anger toward him get in the wayof all this yumminess. He moved me into position beside him. “Missed a spot.” He licked the rest of his mess off my face. And simultaneously showed me another kink I hadn’t realized I had. I had been vanilla, but I wanted so much to explore this other side. And Crow handed it to me like a fucking buffet.
“My turn.” He shoved me to my back and slid down my body. His dark eyes stayed on mine the whole time. He licked my cock once, twice. “You want this, baby boy?”
“Yes, Daddy.” When I said the words, his face lit up, eyes sparkling. He needed me as much as I needed him.
He sucked me into his mouth. “Fuck, Daddy-Crow…”
He stopped and shoved my legs up to get to my hole. He didn’t play around or tease, he jumped right in to fucking my hole with his velvety tongue, making me squirm. He chuckled as he held my hips to keep me still. When I thought I couldn’t stand it anymore, with all kinds of weird sounds coming from me, he moved forward and took my dick into his mouth again, sucking me furiously. “Oh, gawd…” I came so hard, stars exploded behind my eyes as my body shook with pleasure.
When I finally stopped, Crow wrapped me up in his warmth. I fell asleep faster than I ever have in my life.
Chapter sixteen
Day Five
I didn’t wake until the sun was beating down on the side of the tent where I still held a sleeping Skyler in my arms. He was wrapped around me again, my little sloth. Damn, things had changed a lot between us. And it had happened just when I thought it wouldn’t. When he called meDaddy, my whole beingrejoiced. I needed that in my life more. All the time. And not from just anyone—only from Skyler.
