Chicks, Man

My hands work their way into Levi’s thick hair, unsure if I should pull him closer or push him away. I’ve never been so consumed with need for someone as I am for him, and I’m not sure if it’s a good thing. His painstaking slowness has me on edge and in dire need…of what, I’m not sure.

“Levi…” I beg him to give me the answers I’m desperate for.

He releases my breast, working his way back to my lips. “Jesus, Hannah, you’re shaking.”

“I’m nervous,” I confess. “I feel…I feel…”

“I know exactly how you feel. I can tell by your flushed skin, the way your hands grip my hair so tight. I bet if I put my mouth on your clit, it would throb against my tongue.”

His brash words cause my legs to squeeze, and he grins, adjusting himself so his hard length rests between my legs. “Tell me what you want, Hannah.” He bends down, placing a wet, open-mouth kiss to my neck. “Tell me so I can give you exactly what you crave.”

His words have me in a trance. My body is begging for him. “I want you inside me,” I respond fearlessly. I’ve never been so bold with my words. But he doesn’t judge me, laugh, or pull away. He centers himself where I want him, and with one last connection of our eyes, pushes inside me.

Sheer bliss channels through me as he fills me. I spread my legs wider offering him all of me, and he pulls back to enter me with more force.

“Fuck, I want to go slow with you. But you feel so damn good.” Another thrust, and I can’t agree more. I thread my fingers through his hair and wrap my legs around his waist, lifting my hips slightly, giving him deeper access. He shifts, his movements becoming faster, more punishing, aggressive, amazing. My vision blurs as I fall down Levi’s rabbit hole, basking in his wonderful, orgasmic ways. The world around me fades away, and Levi slams into me once more before pulling out and soaking my belly with his own orgasm.

We’re both at war with our pounding chests, fighting to get our breathing under control. “Holy hell, that was…”

“Hannah? Kip? Anyone here?”

Time stops. We both freeze, hearts pounding for a whole new reason.

“Oh, fuck.” I have never seen true fear in someone’s eyes until this moment. As my dad’s voice travels through the campsite, we both lose our fresh, post-sex flush.

“Shit.” Levi jumps up, grabbing his t-shirt and throwing it at me. I hurry and wipe at my stomach, frantically searching for my clothes. “Here,” Levi whispers, tossing me my tank top. Next, my shorts are thrown at me, while he hobbles on one leg, trying to get his foot through his board shorts.

“Hello?”

“Oh my god, he’s right there!” I’m dead. Levi’s dead. My dad is going to kill us both.

“Seriously, calm down. He’s not gonna know. He has to know we shared a tent. We were taking a nap. You didn’t feel good.” I nod furiously, trying to calm down, which is impossible. “I’m going to go out first. Come out in like five minutes.” He unzips the tent and hops out, closing it back behind him.

What in the hell were we thinking? If it wasn’t my dad, it could have been my brother, or Stacey, or…ugh Rebecca. I wouldn’t mind her catching us.

“Hey, Mr. Matthews. Glad you made it.”

“Stop. It’s Jim. Where is everyone? Did I miss the party?”

“No. Hannah didn’t feel well, so she’s taking a nap.”

Oh god, I know my dad. He’s going to want to check on me and it probably smells like fresh sex in here. I panic and bust out of the tent.

“Daddy! You made it!” I boast, saving Levi from answering the question we both knew was coming.

“Hey, princess. How’re you feeling? Where’s the rest of the gang?” The moment my dad starts walking toward me, something hits me. What if I smell like fresh sex? I panic some more and step away from him, heading toward the fire.

“They’re at the docks swimming. I wasn’t feeling well. Too much sun. Levi walked me back up here. Did you bring me a tent?” I ask, lifting a charred piece of wood, purposely rubbing ashes on me. Levi begins staring at me strangely, but I don’t care. Shit, I should probably get him over here to do the same.

“Honey, you’re getting yourself all dirty.”

“It’s fine. Keeps the mosquitos away.” To make matters worse, I start spreading the ash all up and down my arms. Levi shakes his head, staring at me like I’ve lost my mind. I’m not sure why, though. He should be following suit. A father’s instinct is very strong. If he wants to live, he would be smart and start rolling in the dirt or something.