Summertime Sneak Out (Camp Hardwood 3)

I kiss the tender place under her ear and smile. “I also raised it up so your feet can’t touch.”

Mine are firmly planted on the ground while hers dangle about a foot up. She won’t be able to get any purchase, which means once again she’s at my mercy. Somehow that turns me on more than anything and I know it does her too.

“I’m beginning to think you like this,” she hisses when my finger grazes over her clit.

“You’re right.” I slip my finger from her jeans and she moans at the loss, but looks back at me while I bring it to my mouth and lick it clean. I moan around it and then quickly shove it back into her jeans and in her pussy.

“Van!” she cries out as she leans back against me and I move my fingers faster.

“I don’t know if that’s how sweet your pussy is all the time or if it’s because you humped my leg and came in your panties.” She makes a whining sound and I smile and nibble on her ear.

I keep rubbing as her breath catches but she can’t lean back too far because the ropes on her hands tighten. I use my other hand to slide up her shirt and pluck at her nipples while my cock grinds into her ass.

“Ride with me, Tia,” I say softly as I begin to rock my lower half against her.

After just a moment she catches the same rhythm and slowly we move together like we’re riding a horse. Up and back she rolls her hips as her pussy presses against my fingers and then her ass into my dick. Each motion gives her a new pleasure as heat builds and she gets wetter.

“Look at how pretty you ride.” I nibble my way across her neck as I pinch her nipple.

Her body trembles and I feel sweat bead along her skin, her pleasure growing and growing. I know how goddamn hard I am so I can only imagine that a feather touch is going to send her over the edge.

Her hips jerk as I rub her clit and then take my fingers away. She cries out once again but this time instead of me licking them clean, I swipe the pad of my finger on her bottom lip and let her lick it off.

“Taste how sweet that pussy is. Can you imagine how much control it’s taking for me not to bend you over this saddle and bury my face in it?”

“Oh God,” she says, closing her eyes and laying her head against my shoulder.

“Make it sweet again for me, Tia.”

As soon as my fingers make contact with her clit she comes up off the saddle and cries out as her body explodes in my arms. I don’t relent this time and rub her clit harder and faster to keep her orgasm going on for as long as possible. Her cries become louder and she pants, but she never tells me to stop.

Another orgasm builds and peaks on the back of the first and I feel like the god she called out for just moments ago. My cock swells to the size of my chest and I proudly hold her body through the pleasure. My dick weeps inside my jeans, begging for relief, but once again this isn’t about me. It’s about my Tia and her trusting me to take care of her and to never hurt her.

“Wow,” she breathes as she slumps against me and then begins to laugh. “I think I blacked out.”

I turn her face to me and kiss her with everything I feel. It’s so much more than lust and desire, but I have to be careful not to move too quickly. She’s not as shy as she might seem on the outside, but trust is so delicately built.

I hold her for a long time, just petting her sweetly and kissing her. I’m in no rush to let her out of my arms, but I know we can’t stay like this forever.

“How about we go get something to eat?” I suggest, and she nods and smiles.

I fix Tia’s shirt and button up her jeans before I hop down off the saddle bench. Just as my hands go to the rope on the saddle so I can free her, the barn door comes crashing open.

“What the fuck is this?” Jack is standing there staring at the two of us with a horrified look on his face.

I’m not ashamed of what Tia and I just shared, but in this moment, I’m sorry she’s been caught with me in this position.

Chapter 5

Tia

All the blood drains from my face as I stare at Jack. He looks horrified seeing my hands bound with rope and I wonder how he can be so judgmental with the way he’s always running his mouth. He’s the last person who should be giving anyone a look of disgust.