Page 9 of Free Fall
Or maybe it’s his big eyes making him look so oddly innocent while staring up at me, talking about condoms and lube and ‘getting to it.’ I don’t know what it is about him, and maybe I’m foolish—everyone back home would say I am—but I decide to let down my guard and enjoy myself. This guy looks good for a few rounds if I play my cards right. So, I take hold of his chin and tilt his head up.
“I’m ready if you are.”
And,fuck, he’s ready. His mouth is on mine instantly, and he’s not a shy kisser. My blood runs hot, and my nipples ache along with my thickening dick. I didn’t even feel aroused a few seconds ago. Nervous, yes; anticipatory, yes—but now I’m like liquid heat. I mold against him, letting him take the lead as he turns me toward the back of the van and presses against my body with his own until I’m walking backward. I feel the raised platform and the mattress hit my ass, and I grin. It’s perfectly positioned for what comes next.
Dan breaks the kiss, turns me around, and pushes me face down on the bed.
“This okay?” he asks, breathless, as his hands canvas up and down my back, sliding beneath my shirt to touch my skin. “Can I be like this with you?”
“Yes. Fuck, yes.” I dig my toes into the soft wool rug he has next to the bed. “Oh, God,” I whimper.
He chuckles. “Been a while, you said. Don’t want to make you wait.”
He’s taking his time, though, sliding his rough hands all over my skin and pushing my shirt up so that the soft air of the van gives me the shivers.
“I’ve already waited way too long,” I whisper.
“Let’s take care of that.”
I gasp as he shoves my sweats down to my ankles, and I kick them off. Pushing my feet apart, he insinuates himself between my thighs. I gulp when I feel that he’s shoved his sweats down too. The heat of his skin against mine, and the soft, velvet slide of his cock as he rubs it against my ass cheeks makes me groan with anticipation.
“Fuck,” he hisses. “Do you want to get this first one over with or make it last?”
First one? Fuck yes.He seems on the same page as me with regard to neediness, and the last of my reservations and tension bleeds out. I sink into the mattress and press my ass back against his thrusting cock, feeling it skim my crack as I knot my hands into Dan’s soft blankets. It’s been so long, and I’m not prepped, so it might hurt, but it’s going to be worth it too. I just know it.
“You have more than one fuck in you?” I ask.
He chuckles again and slaps my ass lightly. “I can go all night if you want.”
“Please do,” I beg. My legs are already shaking, and my heart is beating double-time.
“You can change your mind at any time,” Dan says, as he thrusts against me and rubs his hands over my hips and ass cheeks. “But for this first fuck, I don’t want to wait.”
“Me either.”
The snick of the lube being opened reaches my ears, as does the crinkle foil sound of the condom as it’s unwrapped. I can’t believe I’m going to let this guy just push into me without any prep work, but I’m also so horny and pent-up that I’m not going to slow things down either.
I jump a little in surprise when I feel his fingers press around my hole, testing the give and tension of it. “Mmm,” he murmurs. “You’re tight. Want me to lick it?”
I can’t help but whimper. I’ve been rimmed before, but never by a stranger. And since I’ve only fucked strangers for the last few years, it’s been a long time. Dan must have taken my helpless noise for consent because he’s on his knees with his tongue against me before I can grab hold of my scattered thoughts.
“Fuck!” I bury my face in his blankets and rake my aching cock against the edge of his mattress, moaning and writhing as I ride his shameless tongue. I whimper and groan as Dan works over my hole. Grunting and crying out like a virgin who’s never experienced this kind of pleasure, I end up jamming a mouthful of quilt between my teeth to keep from getting loud enough to attract the attention of the other campers in the lots around us.
My legs tremble, my cock throbs, and I shout with the quilt between my teeth. I quiver with onslaughts of pleasure, and still Dan keeps going. If I had to give his tongue a service rating on Amazon, I’d go with five stars all day long, becauseholy fuck.
I’m on the verge of thinking I might come from this alone when he rises again, muttering, “Damn. You’re hot.”
There’s another snick of the lube bottle, and I twitch against the mattress as he hooks his slicked-up, calloused thumb into me, stretching and probing my hole. “You’rereallyfucking hot.”
I squeeze my eyes closed, and the scents of sex mix with the detergent he uses on his sheets. I want to beg him to get on with it, but his coarse thumb pumping in and out of me, rubbing my hole and massaging me open, has me too incoherent to gather the words.
I know the moment he’s decided to get on with fucking me because he pulls down on my hole, opening me a little roughly in a way that makes my knees give out and my cock flex. The wet quilt falls from my lips, and the van pulses with a warm, sexy energy. Removing his thumb, Dan lines up, and I feel the bluntness of his cockhead for only a moment before—
“Oh, sweet Jesus,” I moan. The damp quilt rubs against my cheek as I squeeze handfuls of blanket and bear down to accept him inside. “Oh, holy fuck.”
In my experience, scrawny, tight-muscled guys are always the most well-hung and,shit, Dan’s thickness is going to leave some tenderness behind. Especially if we do this more than once like he said. And Ireallyhope we do because I can already tell he’s going to hit my prostate just right. I pant and whine as he slides in deeper, slowly,slowly. The gentle curve of his dick rubs over my gland and gives me a breathtaking, flashing warning that this fuck is going to drive me mad.
Dan clutches my hips and thrusts the final inches in all at once.