Boyfriend for the Summer

She’s not ready when I push between her lips again and all the way down to the hilt. Her eyes lock on mine, clear and drowning with lust. The perfect image of desire and temptation. To take exactly what I need with no restraint.

Fisting my hand in her hair, I let myself go. I fuck her throat hard and fast, pleasure roaring up through my body like a train until I can’t hold back anymore. It’s like fire. Burning and cleansing and I yell. It’s loud in the shack but I don’t regret it for one second.

I come in waves, pouring it down her throat while I hold myself deep. So much tension this week, and it’s all come to this. One perfect orgasm, and I curse out loud while inside I’m thanking the fucking universe.

Pulling back, Seph hauls in a breath looking up at me and smiles before swallowing everything that is left. I’m still leaning against the wall. Spent and panting and completely dazed. “Fuck.”

She laughs. “It needed to happen, Eric. I wasn’t about to spend the entire bonfire staring at you over the flames wanting to jump you in front of all the campers.”

“If you think that this isn’t going to make me want to do that more…” My voice is low and rough. “You’re wrong.”

She smirks. “Guess you’ll just have to suffer.”

Reaching out, I pull her to me and reverse our positions. “If I’m going to suffer, you’re going to suffer with me.”

Her breath goes short as I press my body against hers. Shit. And the look in her gaze is pure fire. “Do your worst.”

“Is that a dare?”

Seph smirks. “That’s a good camp game, right?”

I like Seph like this. Bold and brash and unapologetic. It’s dangerous. “I don’t have time to do my worst, but I can do enough.” I lift my fingers to her mouth. “Suck them.”

She meets my eyes while she does, thoroughly stroking my fingers with her tongue, and when they’re wet, I slip my hand down her shorts, finding her pussy already soaking wet. She told me not to hold back, and I don’t. I drive my fingers into her finding that rough spot inside her that I know will make her squirm in pleasure while dragging my thumb across her clit. She took my cock perfectly, and I’m going to reward her. To a point. Just enough to make her want more of me. And that same cock.

Seph’s pussy is hot and tight, and she’s so turned on that it only takes seconds to wipe the cocky look off her face and replace it with desperate need. She clings to my arm like she might pull away, but I keep going. Watching her breasts rise and fall with her gasping and the way she bites her lip. The way she leans her head back against the window, riding my hand. “Yes,” she whispers. “Yes.”

And that’s when I pull back. Just as she’s on the edge. “Oh fuck,” she says, looking at me and suddenly realizing exactly how I intend to make her suffer. That I’m going to leave her hanging and in agony for the hours until we can be alone again. Because I can. Because I want to. Because I love knowing she’s going to be thinking about me and exactly what I can do to her.

“You told me to do my worst,” I say with a smirk.

“I did say that.” Seph closes her eyes, catching her breath. “Shit.”

“Guess we’ll both be suffering,” I say.

She sighs. “Guess so.”

This friction between us, the edge that’s pushing us further. I like it and I don’t. We’re lashing out, daring each another to do our worst, and it’s not because we’re horny. But because there are things that we’re not saying to each other.

I catch Seph’s arm as she’s brushing by, and I see it in her eyes too. We’re dancing around everything. “This isn’t over,” I promise her. Both the sex and everything more.

She looks past me. “No, it’s not.”

14

Persephone

Six Years Ago

I’m getting sleepy. The bonfire always does that to me. We’ve been sitting here for hours with music and laughter and s’mores, and it’s getting late now. Normal camp curfew doesn’t count on bonfire nights, and everything is more relaxed.

It’s that reason that I’m currently sitting between Eric’s legs, drowsily staring into the flames. I lean my head to one side on his knee and close my eyes, leaning into him and enjoying the way he strokes my hair and neck.

We’ve gotten a lot more careless with showing people that we’re together. But it’s a pleasant surprise that no one seems to really care. Eric’s friends have been really sweet and welcoming, and there’s even been a few times when he’s referred to me as his girlfriend. I like that more than I want to admit.