Page 17 of Camping with the Boss (Pride Camp 2025 #9)

He pulls me against him and brushes my hair out of my face.

“You’re my good boy.” He kisses me intensely and then slows it down with long kisses that leave me breathless.

“I need this, baby. I need you.” He moves us around until he’s leaning against the back of the bed and I’m settled in his lap.

My heart jumps. Is he going to fuck me? I want it so much, but I'm also a little terrified.

“Daddy?”

He holds my face, locking our eyes and seeing every bit of me. “Do you trust me?”

“Yes.”

“Good.” He kisses my nose and maneuvers me until his dick is poking against my ass. I can feel it pulsing through his shorts. It feels huge.

He rubs his hands up and down my back. “I can’t wait to fill your hole with my cock. Stuff you full. But for now, my fingers will have to do.” He taps my lips. “Open for me, baby.”

Excitement and need thrum through me, pushing my fear to the background. I open my mouth, waiting to be filled.

“Jesus. Look at you.” He places a finger in my mouth, and I wrap my lips around it, licking and sucking. Wanting to make him proud. I should have waited for instructions, but I couldn’t. “Fuck, you’re a needy little boy, aren’t you?”

I nod, still sucking. He adds another finger, and I hold back my moan.

He kisses my face and then the side of my mouth, his tongue flicking against my lips and his fingers.

And fuck, that’s hot. He withdraws his fingers and kisses me hard.

Then, lifting me with one hand, he rubs his wet fingers against my hole.

I wrap my arm around his neck to keep myself steady and bare down on his fingers, forgetting everything but this need to be filled. “Daddy.”

“I’ve got you, baby,” he says, his voice sounding rough.

“But we need more than spit. Hold on.” He moves me off him, and I start to pout.

But it only lasts a second as he grabs something out of his pocket—a packet of lube, thank God—and then strips off the rest of his clothes.

My eyes are glued to his cock. So perfect.

Thicker than mine but just as long. He grins and strokes it a few times.

And the sexy guttural moan from his lips has me desperate again.

I start to protest against having to wait, but he sweeps me back onto his lap.

“So needy.” He tears open the packet and coats his fingers.

My hole throbs with anticipation as he bends his knees and spreads his legs.

He motions for me to do the same. “Now lean back. That’s it. Let Daddy see your greedy little hole.”

I bite my lip to keep from whining at his words. I lean back and draw my knees up, exposing myself to his heated gaze. He traces a finger down my leg and flicks it against my hole. Holy shit. My eyes beg for more.

“Ready?” At my nod, he squeezes lube onto his fingers and presses his thumb against my rim. “Open for me, baby.”

I’ve experimented. A lot. But his fingers are thicker than mine, so it takes longer than I want to adjust as he presses inside.

“You’re doing so well, sweetheart. That’s it. Relax. Let me all the way in.”

My body obeys, and I groan at the feeling of being full. He’s all the way in, but he stops. And waits—and I’m not having it. “More. Please, Daddy.”

“Soon, baby.” His face is strained. He’s holding back.

I push against his finger and whisper in his ear, “Fuck me, Daddy.”

He lets out a strangled cry and begins pushing his finger in and out while thrusting his cock against my ass.

He crooks his finger and pleasure bursts through me.

So good. He adds another finger, opening me further.

The pressure and need build, and I can’t focus on anything but this.

My ass filled. The scent of his sweat and the sight of him—mouth open, eyes intense—the feel of him as he shifts and his cock rubs against my ass.

He moves me back and his cock pops between us.

Almost purple and throbbing. He slides it against mine and pleasure shoots through me. “Uhh, Daddy.”

“Touch me,” Wade says through gasps, and I wrap my smaller hand around his cock. It throbs and more precum beads at the slit. “Grab both.”

I wrap my hand us, but it’s too dry. Swiping the bead of moisture from his cockhead—and resisting the urge to taste it—I use it to ease the slide of our cocks together. Oh God.

We get a rhythm going as Wade pumps his fingers into my ass and I stroke our cocks. As I get closer to the edge, my thrusts become jerky. I need more and more as the pleasure barrels through me, gaining in intensity and… “God, please. Yes, Daddy, yes. Don’t stop. Oh. Oh, ooooh, yesss.”

My balls tighten as the pleasure peaks, shooting my release over my hand. Wade’s stomach. His chest. There’s even some on his face.

I’m still drunk from my release when Wade comes, but I try to memorize the way he looks all fucked out. The smell of our sex. His ragged breaths.

He cleans us afterward, not letting me help. And then he snuggles against me, spooning my body with his. “That was amazing, Can. How—did you—was it okay?”

How is he so sweet? I pull his hand to my lips and kiss his fingers. “It was perfect. Thank you.”

He pulls me tighter against him. “You did get very…vocal at the end. And a bit demanding.”

“Oh.” Humiliation—and not the good kind—washes over me. I squirm in his arms.

“No. Be still, Can.”

His Daddy voice stops me. And I wait for his reprimand.

“I didn’t say I didn’t like it.” He chuckles. “It was fucking hot, but we do need to work on your restraint and your ability to listen to Daddy.”

“I’m sorry, Daddy.” He enjoyed it. That’s what he said, but my brain tells me something else. I disappointed him.

“Stop, baby.” He tips my chin. His eyes are full of warmth and acceptance. “You did so well. So well.”

Happiness floods through me.

“But that doesn’t mean there won’t be lessons. Lots and lots of lessons.”

“Will they involve spankings?”

He tries to look stern. “Yes.”

“And…” I bite my lip and smile. “Rewards?”

He laughs. “What kind of rewards?”

I shrug. “Kissing. Touching. More licking. And I’d really like…” So embarrassing. But I say it anyway. “I want your cock in my mouth. Just to hold it. Cherish it.”

“Fuck, Can.” He groans and then shakes his head. “Who the hell needs sleep anyway?”

“Not me,” I say with a grin.

“Okay, baby. Are you ready to accept your reward?”

Wednesday, June 11 th , 8:30 a.m.

I sleep better than I have in a while. The only negative is that Wade is already up and gone when I wake up.

The doubts creep in, but I don’t let them get to me.

Mostly because I barely have time to get up and ready before the day begins.

It’s already Wednesday. I can’t believe the time is going by so fast. What happens after the retreat?

When I return to my safe but utterly boring life?

No time for that either. After a shower, I drag clothes on and run my fingers through my short hair. Good enough.

“Canyon?” Ander’s voice is accompanied by a knock on the door. “Are you up? We’re going down to breakfast.”

Checking that I have my phone—the service is spotty, but I’ve been using the timer—I open the door. “I’m ready. Slept in.”

He nods, and I wonder if they heard us last night. Heard me until Wade put his hand over my mouth to muffle my moans.

I follow them out, trying not to be weird and, yup, making it weird. But Ander and Jared seem to be stuck in some weirdness of their own as they ignore each other. The result is no one is talking.

I’m not in the mood to talk to anyone, so it suits me fine. I glance at my phone. My message to River popped up at some point with a prompt:

This message was sent two days ago . Follow up or dismiss?

Thanks, phone, for pointing out that my brother is still not responding to me. No problem. Just another thing for me to ignore.

The mood in the breakfast hall this morning can only be described as subdued. How late did they all stay up drinking around the campfire?

My eyes search for Wade without my permission. And my heart jumps when I can’t find him. The thoughts bombarding me don’t make sense. He left because of last night. Because of me . But Wade wouldn’t leave. If anything, he’d make me leave. Not that he would do that.

Last night was amazing. And Wade seemed to enjoy it. He enjoyed torturing me, at least.

I focus on my coffee and the bacon on my plate. Sheila shakes her head at my choices, but I need bacon right now. Everyone else seems to be struggling, and then it hits me. Wade usually gives a pep talk in the morning. I catch Jared’s eyes.

“Do you want to um…?” I nod toward the front of the room.

“Me? I’m just a participant. Go for it.”

Great. “Thanks.” I stand and realize I have no idea what to tell them. “Do you know where he is? In case anyone asks?” I laugh and then chastise myself for being so uncool they probably don’t have a name for it.

“Oh yeah. Didn’t we mention it on the way over?”

“No. You and Ander glared at each other on the way over.”

He turns away, rubbing the back of his neck. “Sorry. Wade had to run to Plevna.”

“What?”

“It’s the closest town. He had to get something, I think. He really didn’t say. He left pretty early.” And for some reason, his cheeks get a tinge of pink in them. He darts a look at Ander. But Ander is staring at the front.

“I’ll do it.” Ander stands and is in the front of the room before I can process what’s going on.

“Hey, everyone. This is day three of our retreat. I hope you’re enjoying yourselves and getting something useful you can take back to your teams. Wade had to run an errand this morning in town, but he should be back shortly.

I’ll lead the goal-setting and brainstorming sessions this morning until he returns, and Canyon will lead our team-building activities. Any questions?”

Lydia’s and Carol’s hands shoot up. Ander doesn’t sigh, but I can tell he wants to. Lydia wants to know if Wade is bringing in other dessert choices. Specifically cherry pie. “Sorry, Lydia. I don’t know.”