Page 19 of Unbroken

Weston

Standing around the fire,I watch the flames dance through the air. Lucy went into the tent about an hour ago, and every second since she disappeared inside, I’ve fought the urge to follow her. Malcom and Elisa followed her a few minutes later. Since no one came storming out, I assume Lucy held her tongue and didn’t confront him.

The thought fills me with pride. When they came back, I just knew she was going to snap on him. But she held it together.

Fucking hell. I still can’t believe I didn’t know they were fucking. I should have. Now that I’ve seen it, it seems so obvious. I still don’t know what to do about it, if anything.

“Dude, Earth to Wes.” Ash waves his hand in front of my face.

“What?”

“Damn, man, where did you go?”

“I’m tired as fuck. Think I’m gonna crash. I’ll see y’all in the morning.”

Slipping inside the tent, I shine my light to see where everyone is lying. Malcom is between Elisa and Lucy on his back. The only open spot is right beside Lucy, like she planned for me to slip in next to her. I shuck off my shoes and ease next to her before shutting off my phone’s flashlight. She’s curled on her side, her legs cradled one on top of the other, facing Malcom, her curls forming a halo around her face.

At some point, she must’ve gotten hot, or maybe she just fell asleep on top of the cover rather than chancing it. I uncurl a light linen blanket and toss it over us before propping my arms behind my head and closing my eyes.

We’re so close I can smell the shampoo in her hair. My hands ache to touch her delicate skin, along with my cock. Turning on my side, I run a finger down her arm and in a gentle circle across her hip. Her breathing is slow and steady. She’s sound asleep. A quick glance over at Malcom and Elisa confirms they are as well.

Holding my breath, I run a finger along the hem of her shorts. Her hand lifts to brush mine away, but her back arches inward, seeking. Scooting closer to her, I grind my dick against the swell of her ass while skimming my fingers across every open available piece of flesh. Her breath speeds up, signaling her waking. One second, she’s lying still, and the next, her head lifts. She notices Malcom first and then peers over her shoulder. Her darkened, lust-filled eyes meet mine.

“Wes…”

“Shh,” I whisper, sliding my finger under the leg of her shorts. She’s bare beneath. I didn’t see a point in grabbing her panties when I dropped off clothes earlier, and it looks like she didn’t mind.

Lying back down, she lifts her hips while tugging at her shorts. I help her, slipping them down far enough that she can kick them off.

One of her legs slides forward, her knee now pressed to the ground for support as she pushes her ass into the air. My fingers run over her swollen lips and up the crease of her ass before retracing the path once again. She’s wet already, her juices coating the lips of her pussy.

I inch closer to her and slip my arm under her head. My lips land on the hollow of her neck, nipping the sensitive skin. I run a finger through her slit, gently probing her tight hole.

Her moan lights my blood on fire.

“So wet for me, Little Dove. You like when I touch this pussy, don’t you?”

She nods against my arm.

“Can you be quiet for me?” I ask, pushing a finger inside her.

Her answer is a breathyyes, and that’s all I need.

“I’m going to bring your body to the edge, then I’m going to slide my cock inside you and push you over. Does that sound good?”

Adding a second finger, I push in deep and curl my fingers inside her, back and forth. Her pussy grips me tightly, and I know she’s close. My dick jumps in my jeans, begging to be buried inside her.

I pull my fingers free and rub her juices up and down her slit, circling her clit before trailing across her puckered hole. Her hips twitch, thrusting with each swipe, but she doesn’t make a peep. I kiss my way down her neck and across her shoulder, then around her back, as low as I can go without pulling away from her. I sink my teeth into her flesh between kisses, marking her body as mine.

Her hand reaches behind her and palms me through my jeans, then tugs at the waistband until I slip them down. My cock bounces free, but her hand is there to catch it. I get lost in the feel of her as she strokes up and down my length, squeezing tighter with each pass.

I almost nut right there. Only years of self-control keep me from losing it completely.

Grabbing her hand, I remove it and then pull her hips toward me. Wrapping a hand around my cock, I slide it between her thighs and along her clit. She clenches her legs, angling her hips trying to get me inside her, but I like this game and I’m not ready for it to end.

I flex my hips back and forth as my cock glides along her slit, her juices coating it more with every swipe. Her hips grind in perfect rhythm to my thrust, each of us chasing a sensuous melody.

“Wes, I...”

Angling my arm under her, I cover her mouth, silencing her words. She groans and spreads her lips, licking along my fingers. With my free hand, I grab the base of my cock and tilt it up, pressing against her opening. One push. That’s all it would take to bury myself deep inside her.

Beside her, Malcom groans in his sleep and rolls on his side, facing her. I pause, waiting to see if he’ll waken, but a few moments later, his soft snores fill the tent. Lucy’s teeth graze my fingers, impatient and demanding. I release her mouth and slide my hand down her neck and around her throat, shoving inside her with a deep thrust.

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