My Skylar
A male voice emerged from just to the right of me. “Mind if I join you?”
“Um…actually, I’m—”
“I’m Logan.” He stuck out his hand and flashed a smile.
Logan was good-looking with short blonde hair and a toned physique.
“Hi.” I shook his hand.
“A bunch of my friends and I are here visiting from Western Massachusetts. I saw you sitting here and thought I’d come say hello, find out where you’re from.”
“Hello.”
“Are you here with anyone?”
“Yeah, actually, I’m—”
“She’s here with me.”
Mitch’s voice was gruff, and he was giving Logan a dirty look when I turned around.
“Oh…my bad, man.” Logan stood up. “You’re a lucky guy. Your girlfriend here is a beauty,” he said before jogging back over to his friends.
Mitch was quiet when he joined me on the blanket. His ears were red, and he looked irate.
“I’m sorry about that,” I said.
“Why? You shouldn’t be. He was right. You are a beauty. But I’m not really a lucky guy, am I? I’m leaving in a few days, and you’re not really mine.”
“Of course, I am.”
“The truth is…” He pointed over to Logan. “That right there was a sneak peak into my biggest nightmare.”
“Nightmare?”
“Yeah. You and my mom, pressuring me to take that scholarship…you don’t realize it now, but when I’m gone, you’ll get lonely. You can’t understand that now because I’m still here, but there’s going to come a day when you’re gonna resent me for leaving. One night, some shithead is gonna move in at just the right time, and I’m gonna lose you.”
“That’s not true.”
“Can you promise me?”
The pleading look in his beautiful eyes was so intense, so vulnerable, it tore down all of my resolve. “I promise. I’m scared, too, okay?”
Instead of responding, he reached out his hand, lifted me up into his arms and ran with me toward the lake, dumping me in. Splashing, kissing and enjoying every second with each other, we played in the water until the sun went down.
After dinner on the barbecue, everyone sat around a bonfire, making S’mores. It had gotten chilly out, and I was still in my bathing suit, so I wrapped myself in a musty blanket from the RV. Some of the other campers joined us, and it was like a party with Cody playing guitar and people taking turns singing.
Mitch was quiet, distancing himself across the fire from me. Through the crackle of the flames and the flying embers, I felt the weight of his stare.
Then, my phone vibrated.
Maybe we should sleep in separate tents tonight.
Skylar: If that’s what you think is best.
Mitch: I want to do very bad things to you.
Skylar: Ok, then stay away.
Mitch: Is that what you want?
Skylar: No.
Mitch: Fuck. I have no willpower.
Skylar: 16-year-old Mitch had a ton of willpower.
Mitch: 19-year-old Mitch is a horny bastard who doesn’t give a f**k anymore. He just wants you. Are you okay with that?
Skylar: Try me.
Mitch: I do want to try you, a little too much right now.
My heart pounded in anticipation of what I was about to type.
Skylar: Show me.
Mitch: I’m leaving in less than a week. Do you even know what you’re asking for?
Skylar: Yes.
Then, he suddenly got up without saying anything and walked into the RV. I wanted to follow him but wasn’t sure if that was his intention. He might have just been running away from me. I waited. Then, he texted me.
That was your cue to follow me.
I couldn’t help but laugh at my stupidity as I stood up. My pulse was racing. Our friends were all preoccupied with Cody’s singing and hadn’t noticed me sneaking away. When I entered the RV, it was dark except for a small light in the kitchenette area.
Mitch was sitting in one of the seats and leaning into his elbows. The tone of his husky voice gave me chills. “Lock the door.”
I walked back over to the steering wheel and pressed the automatic lock button. The curtains were already closed.
My confidence while texting had disappeared now that we were alone. My heart was hammering against my chest when I turned and saw the raw desire in his eyes. “Don’t be nervous. Come here.”
I stood in front of him as he stayed seated. Chills rushed down my spine like dominos as he pulled me slowly toward him and softly kissed my torso. He kept his mouth on my skin then reached up and stuck one of his fingers under my bathing suit strap, lightly tugging at it. “Take this off.”
My ni**les tingled. It was uncharacteristic of him to be so direct, but maybe this was what he was like in the bedroom. It turned me on. I loved horny 19-year-old Mitch.
I undid the tie at the top of my bikini then unhooked the back and let it fall to the ground.
His lips parted, and he let out a slight gasp at the sight of my bare chest. “I just want to look at you for a little bit. Is that okay?”
“Yes.”
My ni**les were so hard that they actually hurt. Goosebumps covered my chest as he stared at me with a lust-filled expression. It was torture because I wanted to be touched.
Finally, he circled the palm of his hand gently across my right breast and then my left. His breathing was uneven, and his striking blue eyes were glassy, almost like he was in a daze.
“They’re more perfect than I could have ever imagined.”
I shivered. “Thank you.”
He squeezed them together. I closed my eyes and suddenly felt the hot wetness of his mouth as he licked a line up the middle and sucked my left nipple. He took turns licking and sucking and then moved to the right one.
When he began to suck harder, my breathing became erratic. I had dreamt of this, but nothing compared to the reality of his hot mouth feasting on my body.
“You like it when I suck it hard like that?”
I wanted his mouth everywhere. “Uh-huh.”
I gripped his beautiful, shiny hair and pulled him harder into my chest. Moisture started to pool between my legs.
“You’re sweeter than anything I’ve ever tasted. I want to taste every inch of you tonight. Will you let me?”
I whispered, “Yes.”
“If you want me to stop, just tell me, okay?”
I nodded. My entire body was buzzing in anticipation, every nerve ending hyperaware that something major was about to happen.
His hands slid down my sides and grasped the material of my bikini bottom. “I want to take this off.”
“Yes.”
He slowly slid it down, and I stepped out of it, completely na**d. He groaned through his teeth, “Fucking hell. I’m harder than I’ve ever been just looking at you.”
“Please…touch me,” I begged.
“I want to do more than touch you.”
I closed my eyes the second his fingers began rubbing against my clit. I had played with myself before, but nothing compared to the feel of his big rough hand on me.
Mitch’s eyes were glued to the sight of his fingers rubbing between my legs. When he slowly slipped two of them inside of me, he let out a long, shaky breath. “Holy shit.” He just kept looking at his fingers moving slowly in and out of me. “I love how wet you are. Nothing has ever turned me on like this.”
I looked down at his c**k straining through his board shorts and started to rub over it as he continued to finger me. As soon as my hand touched down on him, his breathing became labored. I loved seeing him lose control.
He suddenly withdrew his fingers from my throbbing sex. “Sit on me,” he said gruffly.
I climbed on top and wrapped my legs around him. He was still dressed, and I was completely na**d as he pushed me down on him. He took my nipple into his mouth as I gyrated over him. The thin material of his shorts meant it didn’t feel like much was separating me from his hot erection. I couldn’t get enough and kept bearing down harder and faster.
“Fuuuck…Skylar. Slow down.”
I couldn’t stop. He leaned back with his eyes closed in ecstasy, guiding my body over him with his hands on my waist. Suddenly, I felt my own orgasm unexpectedly rising to the surface. “Oh my God. I’m gonna come.”
He pushed me down on him harder. “Come, baby.”
Hearing him say that pushed me over the edge. When my cl**ax pulsated through me, I lost all inhibition and said, “I’m coming all over your dick.”
After a few seconds, he yelled, “Shit!” and suddenly pushed me off of him. “Fuck.”
I was standing up now. “What’s wrong?”
He put his head in his hands. “I’m sorry. When you said that—that you were coming all over my dick—I lost it. I friggin’ came. I didn’t want it to seep through. That’s the only reason I pushed you off like that.”
I covered my mouth. “That’s okay.”
“That’s never happened to me before.”
“I guess 19-year-old Mitch is also sensitive to dirty talk?”
He shook his head in disbelief. “That right there…was more like 13-year-old Mitch.”
We both broke out in laughter. “Let me go change real quick,” he said.
He walked to the back of the RV and returned with a new set of shorts, but he had taken his shirt off. I ran my index finger along the thin line of hair that trailed down his washboard stomach, disappearing into his underwear line.
He pulled me into a deep kiss as my heart raced against his rock hard chest. I was still fully na**d and could feel that he was already hard again. He playfully bit my bottom lip, squeezing my ass and whispered over my lips. “What have you done to me?”
“What do you mean?”
“I’ve never come in my pants in my entire life, and not only am I hard again, but it never even went down. I want you so badly. There’s a part of me that wants to be gentle with you but a bigger part that just wants to take what I’ve been dying to have for years.”
“Take it. It’s yours. It’s always been for you.”
CHAPTER 14
MITCH
Holy shit. Take it. Those words unraveled me. Blood rushed through my c**k as I lifted her up and wrapped her legs around me, backing her into the counter.
We had been through so much together, not all of it good. Truth be told, ending up in this RV with a na**d and ready Skylar urging me to do whatever I pleased made it all worthwhile.
It was dark, so I turned on the overhead kitchen light, needing to see every inch of her gorgeous body.
What I wanted first was something I had never done. With her, I craved it more than anything.
Her ass rested on the counter as I spread her legs open, and she gasped when I lowered my head in between them. I knew she loved how I kissed her mouth, so I mimicked those moves on her soft mound: opening, closing, licking and sucking on her with reckless abandon.
With every sound that escaped from her, my dick throbbed, ready to come the first instance I allowed it.
In between breaths, she said, “Your mouth…it feels…so…good.”
“I’ve never done this before. This is only for you.”
When I began flicking my tongue over her clit, she writhed under me. Getting to taste her and knowing it was also driving her mad was the single most arousing experience of my life. I continued pressing down on her swollen bud with my tongue.
I wanted to see her face, so I stopped for a second. She was squeezing her br**sts together, her eyes closed. So. Fucking. Hot.
I slipped two of my fingers inside of her tight opening and watched in amazement as she started to f**k my hand. She may have been a virgin, but she knew how to move her body to get exactly what she wanted. I was painfully hard, tempted to replace my fingers with my cock, now oozing with precum.
I pulled my fingers out of her. When my mouth returned to her entrance, she moaned like she had been starving for its return, digging her nails into the back of my head. Suddenly, she started to quake beneath me. She was coming, and I consumed every bit of her pulsating orgasm, devouring her like my life depended on every last drop of her essence. For the first time, my own sounds of pleasure were louder than hers, and I kept going at it long after she came.
Finally, I rested my head on her stomach until she pulled me upwards to kiss her. The fact that she could taste herself on my tongue made me crazy.
She wrapped her arms around me. “That was incredible.”
“I’m so screwed. I want to do that to you every day now, and I’m f**king leaving.”
She put her hand over my mouth. “Let’s just forget about that tonight.”
I kissed her forehead. “Okay, baby.”
“Say that again. Call me baby.”
“I love you, baby.”
“I love you, too.” Her mouth spread into a wide grin. “Especially, when you call me baby.”
I tickled her side. “You’ve always been my baby even when I didn’t have the balls to say it.”
“Mitch?”
I kissed down her neck. “Yeah?”
“I want to make you come, too, make you feel the way you just made me.”
Hell. Yes.
“Even just pleasuring you alone made my body feel things it never has before. That being said, I can’t wait to—”
There was a banging knock at the door then Davey’s voice. “I’m really sorry, but I have to take a shit.”
Fuck.
“One second!” I yelled.
We scurried to grab Skylar’s clothes. While she got dressed, I couldn’t keep my eyes off her: the way her br**sts bounced when she pulled her shirt over her head, the little blue thong she slid up her thighs. I licked my lips, savoring the taste of her as I watched.